Chapter 28 Feng Xingyun's hand clenched...
Feng Xingyun's hand twitched slightly, as if he instinctively wanted to shake it off. When he turned his head, his eyes widened in surprise, a rare occurrence.
Upon recognizing Liu Duanhe, although he didn't know what was wrong with her, he stopped what he was doing, grabbed her hand back, hesitated for a moment, and then, as if that wasn't enough, spread his five fingers and slipped them between Liu Duanhe's fingers.
Zhao Yi, who was walking behind, stared wide-eyed. Her eyes, which had been wandering, were drawn to their actions, and she stared blankly as the two intertwined their fingers.
So Feng Xingyun and Liu Duanhe are already in a romantic relationship? Everyone knows that although Liu Duanhe is gentle and polite, he never makes physical contact with people and has a severe case of mysophobia.
If they weren't lovers, Zhao Yi felt that Liu Duanhe wouldn't be so close to him.
He clenched his fist. Feng Xingyun really did like Liu Duanhe. He had lied to him in the car back then!
He said that no one could be so nervous when someone they don't get along with or even hate is in trouble. He had noticed that Feng Xingyun's gaze towards Liu Duanhe was strange and that he was clearly very attentive, so there was definitely something wrong.
However, Zhao Yiran then let go of his hand. So what if Feng Xingyun lied to him? They were a perfect match. In terms of family background, they were in the same league.
Although Feng Xingyun was only wearing a light brown trench coat, simple jeans and white sneakers, the well-tailored clothes revealed a considerable price tag. From behind, his height and demeanor made him a perfect match for Liu Duanhe.
Liu Duanhe held Feng Xingyun's hand and turned back to greet Zhao Yi calmly, "I'll have the driver take you back to school later. It's still early, so it won't affect the school's dormitory checks."
Zhao Yi smiled and said, "Okay, thank you."
He wondered what right he had to complain. Wasn't he already going to give up anyway? How many kinds of pure love in this world can disregard family background and social status? His family's circumstances were quite obvious in college; he was already considered good, but there were always people better off than him.
Zhao Yi didn't have the courage to gamble on an outcome with no future. There were too many realistic factors at play, and it wasn't until this moment that he realized he no longer had the passion and confidence he had in high school.
At University A, his abilities were not the best. His proud high school grades were not outstanding even in a place that gathered geniuses from all over the country. Meanwhile, Liu Duanhe was a prominent figure at University A. He was completely mismatched with Liu Duanhe in every aspect.
Zhao Yi decided to give up. He was able to give up after weighing the pros and cons. Perhaps his feelings for her weren't as deep as he had imagined, he thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile.
Seeing Zhao Yi's relief and the fact that he no longer avoided his shy gaze, Liu Duanhe tugged at Feng Xingyun and whispered in his ear after Zhao Yi got into the car from the other side, "It's resolved."
Feng Xingyun paused, the hot breath from Liu Duanhe tickling him and making him shrink his neck. The tickling sensation went from his ears to his heart. He raised his hand to rub his ears. "Using me as a shield again. When are you going to thank me and treat me to a meal?"
He spoke naturally, but his heart was filled with bitterness; he could only serve as Liu Duanhe's shield.
Liu Duanhe was confused and didn't understand. What did "shield" mean? Weren't they a legitimate couple? Could it be said that they were just a shield?
He sensed something was off, but didn't show it on his face. He smiled and joked along with him, "Of course, but you've already eaten several meals from me. Isn't that my way of thanking you?"
Feng Xingyun was reluctant to let go of his hand, but it was inconvenient to get in the car. If he insisted on holding it, Liu Duanhe would definitely think he was strange, like a hooligan.
It was spot on. For the first time, he discovered that he actually had a talent for being a rogue. Liu Duanhe had been whispering to him too close, and her soft, rosy lips were too close to his.
He only needed to lower his head and turn his face slightly to satisfy his desire. Feng Xingyun's gaze had already fallen on Liu Duanhe's lips without him noticing, the color of desire hidden in the darkness.
Just then, Liu Duanhe released their hands at just the right moment and gave him a push in the chest, "Hurry up and get in the car, the driver and Zhao Yi are still waiting."
Feng Xingyun remained motionless. After regaining her senses, she gave him a deep look and obediently sat down.
Liu Duanhe felt a slight sense of relief. He curled his knuckles, still faintly feeling the warmth of his hands and the tingling sensation from the rough calluses.
His doubts hadn't dissipated, so after getting in the car, he sent a message to Liang Qi, the detective he had contacted last time, urging him to send him the investigation results as soon as possible.
The investigation during Liu Duanhe's previous hospitalization was very cursory, so the results came out quickly. This time, the investigation was much more detailed, so it took a little longer. But it had only been a few days, yet Liu Duanhe felt as if it were a lifetime ago.
After getting into the car, Liu Duanhe dared not speak to Feng Xingyun anymore. If he continued to tease her, he was afraid that Feng Xingyun would kiss him in front of Zhao Yi, which would be too embarrassing.
However, Feng Xingyun's sudden awkwardness in the morning still didn't have an answer, but it seemed to have passed, and Liu Duanhe didn't want to investigate it anymore.
Upon arriving at the school, Liu Duanhe immediately sent both of them back to the school and went back to his apartment alone.
He was very busy for the next few days because his parents were coming back soon. The tension and pressure forced him to frantically handle company affairs. Whenever he had time, he would do various planning and hold meetings. He was so busy that he was basically nowhere to be seen.
Sunday evening arrived quickly.
On the unlit balcony, with the door tightly shut, the cold wind made the cigarette on the emerald cigarette holder glow a scarlet red.
Even at home, Liu Duanhe still dressed formally and neatly, wearing trousers and a shirt, completely covered up.
His handsome face looked weary, which made his smoking gesture all the more sexy. Secretary Wei had been inside for a while, but Liu Duanhe was lost in thought and didn't notice that he had arrived.
Secretary Wei, as if possessed, remained silent, watching Liu Duanhe from the doorway. Snow-white smoke gently escaped from his scarlet lips. His slender fingers, adorned with silver rings, did not directly hold the cigarette. He was silent and gloomy, decadent and aloof. Emerald gems shimmered with tiny, bright, and eerie light, their tongues flickering like snakes with Liu Duanhe's movements.
It was as cold as a winter snowflake, with a splash of blood vividly sprinkled inside.
Only now did Wei Minghuan seem to see the cold and aloof true face beneath his gentle and refined exterior. His light was bright and soft like moonlight, but once you were drawn to him, you would be stabbed by his sharp blade and left bleeding profusely.
He suddenly felt a piece of his heart collapse.
Wei Minghuan's throat was dry. After a moment of confusion, he went over and turned on the balcony light. "Boss, it's time."
Liu Duanhe seemed not to have recovered from his emotions, giving him a faint glance, as ethereal as smoke, and said, "I know."
He stubbed out the rest of his cigarette with his slender, pale fingers, then opened the window wider to let in some fresh air, and after a while, he let the smell of his body dissipate.
Liu Duanhe had just calmed down when he turned around and said, "Wait a minute, I'll change my clothes."
Smelling the lingering smell of smoke, he frowned in disgust and went back to the master bedroom to shower and change his clothes.
Secretary Wei sat on the sofa and waited. He first sent a message to the driver and then began to reply and handle the work.
Nearly half an hour later, Liu Duanhe emerged from the master bedroom, carrying a warm fragrance. He had clearly not only taken a shower, but his hair was also clean, fluffy from being freshly blow-dried, and he looked refreshing and handsome.
He changed into a caramel-colored, asymmetrical, high-neck, loose-fitting sweater, and off-white straight-leg trousers that covered his shoes, making Liu Duanhe's temperament even softer and more gentle, like a piece of jade.
Secretary Wei lowered his gaze and watched as Liu Duanhe put on the overcoat that reached his calves. His superior height of nearly 1.9 meters made him look tall and slender, as handsome and elegant as a jade tree, with very bright phoenix eyes.
He smiled apologetically, took the watch from Secretary Wei and put it on, saying, "I'm really sorry to have kept you waiting for so long today."
Secretary Wei shook his head. "This is what I should do for my annual salary. You are already a perfect boss."
Liu Duanhe smiled but remained silent.
It was indeed late. When he arrived at the old house, his parents were already there. The old butler, having received a message from Secretary Wei, was waiting at the door and greeted him with concern.
He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Young Master, your parents have already arrived, but they are not very happy right now."
Liu Duanhe felt relieved. It was almost time for his grandfather to eat, so he didn't need to do or say anything more.
He knew perfectly well why they were unhappy; they had never been satisfied with him, so no matter how well he did things, how high his grades were, or how many awards he won, it was all useless.
Nevertheless, Liu Duanhe hurried inside, asking, "Grandpa, how have you been eating and sleeping these past few days?"
"Have the medications we've been changing these past few days been effective?"
The old butler looked a little unwell and sighed, "It's still the same as before. He can only fall asleep around eleven o'clock, then wakes up once around two o'clock, once around three-thirty, and then can't fall asleep again after five-thirty, so he has to get up."
"His appetite is the same as before. The new medicine is working well. The chairman's stomach doesn't hurt anymore. However, he stopped taking his cardiovascular medication, and his cervical spondylosis is compressing his nerves, so he gets dizzy after working for a while."
Liu Duanhe frowned, his expression turning grim. "Have you recently invited a traditional Chinese medicine doctor to give Grandpa acupuncture? Grandpa should have retired long ago and gotten some rest."
"We just invited Dr. Zhao to the old house yesterday, and he said something similar."
The old butler mumbled something without continuing the sentence. Nowadays, most people know that the old chairman is old and in poor health. It is a foregone conclusion that the successor will take over most or even all of the group's business. The chairman only has one son and one grandson, so it should have been handed over to his son without any doubt.
However, the reality is quite complicated. To outsiders, for some unknown reason, the old chairman has always been indifferent to his son, seemingly not very fond of him, but he is quite good to his grandson, which is puzzling.
The old steward knew the reason, which was why he didn't say much. Even though he had watched Liu Duanhe and his father's former young master grow up, he still had to be mindful of his words.
Faced with such immense wealth, how many people can maintain their integrity and true feelings?
Liu Duanhe's expression turned indifferent.
In the dining room, a middle-aged couple were sitting on either side of the elderly man in the main seat. When they saw Liu Duanhe appear at the door, they both frowned at the same time.
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