Chapter 35 Liu Duanhe immediately got out of bed and changed his sleeping clothes…
Liu Duanhe immediately got out of bed, changed out of his pajamas, grabbed his bag, and rushed to the public restroom to wash up. As he went downstairs, he called Secretary Wei. There was no way the driver would arrive at the gate in just a few minutes, so he waited at the school gate and ran away while Feng Xingyun was away.
With no classes this final week, it was the perfect time for him to escape the problem.
He was gone for three days. He would still reply to Feng Xingyun's messages, but when asked about returning to the dormitory, he would say "next time" and always had a ready-made excuse.
[Feng Xingyun: Why haven't you been back to the dorm these past few days?]
[Liu Duanhe: He has a cold and fever and is resting at home.]
Liu Duanhe did catch a cold, but it wasn't serious. While trying to figure out a solution, she was avoiding him.
Now, just thinking about that detective makes Liu Duanhe's teeth itch. Unfortunately, his confused memory is his own problem. After settling the final payment with Liang Qi, he immediately blocked him.
After hiding for a few days, Liu Duanhe returned to school from the hospital.
He had figured it out and found his answer: he couldn't continue dating in a muddled way. The only solution was to lay everything out in the open and treat it as an unexpected detour in his life, and now he just wanted to restore everything to its original state.
In this way, everything is still under his control.
However, even though he had made up his mind, Liu Duanhe felt a little empty. His face was still pale and sickly, colder than the snow left on the roadside outside the car window. He stared listlessly out the window, his throat itchy and he couldn't help but cough a few times. He covered his lips with his thin palms, his voice muffled.
Secretary Wei handed him a water glass with a straw inserted, saying, "Boss, have some water to soothe your throat."
Liu Duanhe took the cup; the cup still carried just the right amount of warmth, soothing his cold fingers.
He took out his laptop and reported the work progress to Liu Duanhe, "I have already compiled the details of the Taicheng Manufacturing Group acquisition case that the chairman gave you yesterday."
This is undoubtedly a manifestation of the chairman's allocation of resources. Liu Yi's attitude has changed from being ambiguous to showing a focus on Liu Duanhe and Liu Rumeng. However, Liu Rumeng will definitely make another move. In reality, the emotional relationship between this father and son is already dead in name only.
Liu Duanhe tapped the rim of his glass with his finger, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Do you have any recommendations for someone to conduct the due diligence?"
“My good father might not be honest. This time we must use the person we trust most. We can’t afford to make any mistakes and add an obstacle at the last minute.”
Secretary Wei nodded solemnly, "Don't worry, I will investigate all the members of the project team thoroughly before submitting the list to you."
The difference between a powerful group's CEO, the secretary of the largest shareholder, and the secretary of the largest shareholder's son can be described as worlds apart.
Given the current tension between the father and son, which suggests they are about to have a falling out, Secretary Wei would believe it if the old chairman said he had another child with President Wu or even someone else outside the marriage after he passed away.
His future and the fruits of his years of hard work all rested on Liu Duanhe's shoulders.
Liu Duanhe nodded. "Okay, you don't need to worry about the team's personnel and funding. Just go with my highest terms."
"As long as the case is handled well, the bonus will be as high as the benefits we can get in the final negotiations."
Secretary Wei's expression became even more serious, but he also breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the members were given enough money, it would be easier to talk to President Liu. The members would be tied to their cause by sharing the profits.
Regarding assets, contrary to outside speculation that Mr. Liu, as the only son of the former chairman, controls the vast majority of assets, the eldest son of Mr. Liu is actually richer than Mr. Liu, but he is more low-key. After all, Mr. Liu often has to use his own money to cover up losses, while Liu Duanhe does not.
The old chairman has kept almost all the assets firmly in his grasp, while Young Master Liu and President Liu have only scratched the surface.
Liu Duanhe finished taking his medicine in the car and then got out of the car with the medicine bag.
Looking at the school gate, he snapped out of his work mode and immediately felt a little embarrassed. Fortunately, although he still looked like a college student, and his eighteenth birthday had just passed, and his body still had the immaturity of a teenager, he hadn't been working at the company for nothing; he had enough thick skin.
Although I haven't quite reached the point of being indifferent to criticism, after a few days of reflection, I can be considered quite calm and composed.
He had just arrived at the dormitory entrance and opened the door when, before he could even see what was inside, a dark figure carrying a scorching aura pulled him inside, and the door slammed shut with a click.
Liu Duanhe was also pressed against the door. He stared in surprise, but fortunately it was daytime, so he could see the person in front of him clearly.
Feng Xingyun's large hands gripped his shoulders firmly, the veins on the back of his hands clearly visible.
His voice was low and husky, his nose rubbing against his in a friendly way, but his face remained expressionless, with only a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth. "Why haven't you come back for so long?"
I miss you so much.
Liu Duanhe turned his face away awkwardly, his body stiff. No one had ever said such mushy things to him so closely before, and he got goosebumps all over.
Liu Duanhe cut to the chase and said, "There's something I want to tell you."
"Listen carefully to my explanation, don't interrupt me, let's keep our distance, and please don't get agitated after you've finished listening."
Liu Duanhe first gave him a heads-up, even though he didn't know if the heads-up would work, he still had to say it anyway.
Feng Xingyun stared at him in confusion. "What is it?"
Liu Duanhe's tone was very serious, so serious that he had a bad feeling.
He said, "You speak."
Liu Duanhe first broke free from his embrace, removed his arm, and then stood about three steps away from Feng Xingyun, about a meter away, before saying with satisfaction, "Okay."
He organized his thoughts, "Do you remember the day you took me to the hospital?"
Feng Xingyun nodded.
“The doctor said at the time that I might have some aftereffects,” Liu Duanhe said quickly in one breath.
“At first I thought nothing was wrong, but actually, my memory was playing tricks on me, and I thought we were dating. I’m sorry for offending you during this time. My memory didn’t come back until the night of the swimming team’s competition, so that night was actually a misunderstanding. I never thought about dating, let alone with a man. Besides, I’m a germaphobe, and our schedules are completely different.”
Feng Xingyun stood there stunned, a suffocating pain rising in his chest, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. He was so incredulous that his fingers, hanging by his sides, began to tremble.
"So, can you forgive me and let us go back to our pure relationship from the past?" Seeing his strong reaction, Liu Duanhe felt a little guilty, but she still finished explaining.
Feng Xingyun actually likes him. If it had just been a one-man show by him before, it would have been easier to handle. But Feng Xingyun actually fell in love with him and even confessed his feelings, which suddenly made things complicated.
After Liu Duanhe finished speaking, the air was quiet for a while. He looked up with a troubled expression and said, "What are your thoughts? What we need now is communication."
Feng Xingyun remained silent, but as if he had finally regained his strength, he dug his fingertips into his palm.
After Liu Duanhe repeated it again, he said in a hoarse voice, "You actually have a memory lapse and are mistaking you for your lover, right?"
Liu Duanhe nodded, then asked him again, "Can we go back to our original relationship?"
Feng Xingyun felt all his strength drain away again.
He broke down and his defenses crumbled.
Standing frozen in place, he could only manage to squeeze out a strained sentence from his throat: "Can't we just leave it at that?"
Liu Duanhe sighed. After explaining the whole story, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief and said softly, "I don't like ambiguous relationships." It was a clear rejection, just like every person Feng Xingyun had witnessed was a confession from him—a rejection that was gentle yet decisive.
Now he too has become ashes after the bombardment.
The floor reflected a bright light, illuminating their faces. Their eyes gradually welled up with tears. Liu Duanhe followed his bowed head and looked over, then whispered in surprise, "Are you crying?"
Feng Xingyun looked up coldly, "Then you should take pity on me and not break up with me?"
Liu Duanhe took a step back. "This is a misunderstanding. We were never together, and there's no question of breaking up. We just went our separate ways."
Feng Xingyun's eyes reddened, "But I took it seriously, and everyone who saw our posts on WeChat Moments took it seriously too."
Liu Duanhe shook his head with a headache, his gaze freezing for a moment before he pointed to the side of his lips, gesturing to him.
Feng Xingyun wondered if Liu Duanhe had softened and wouldn't break up with him, and if he could kiss him, he could reluctantly forgive Liu Duanhe's heartless words. As for the misunderstanding, it wouldn't be a misunderstanding if it became real.
Before he could even move, Liu Duanhe frowned and said, "Your lips are bleeding."
Liu Duanhe did have the intention of changing the subject and easing the atmosphere, as he really couldn't answer that question.
At the same time, he really didn't expect Feng Xingyun's reaction to be so intense, to the point that he bit his lip until it bled.
Seemingly unable to control himself, Liu Duanhe took another step back, fearing that Feng Xingyun might do something unexpected under the influence of his emotions.
At the same time, inevitably, he was also somewhat moved. When someone's feelings for you are so intense, it's hard not to be touched.
Feng Xingyun licked the wound on his thin lips, tasting the strong metallic flavor of blood. Blood beads had already stained his chin red.
Liu Duanhe stepped back to his table, took out a few sheets of paper, and handed them to Feng Xingyun, saying, "Clean it up first."
Feng Xingyun didn't answer, coldly saying, "Anyway, I won't die, so what's the harm in not wiping it off?"
"Did I bother your OCD again, or did I get in your way?"
Liu Duanhe sighed helplessly again. Feng Xingyun's barbed words were a return to the tense state of their relationship. Couldn't they just be ordinary friends? Why did they have to choose between being lovers and enemies?
He stepped forward forcefully, his pale hand holding a piece of paper and pressing it against Feng Xingyun's chin. Feng Xingyun's words were barbed, but he didn't move, letting Liu Duanhe wipe it clean for him.
"The blood will be harder to wash if it clots, so I'll wash my face again later."
"Don't do anything to hurt yourself. If you can't accept it, how about I make it up to you?"
"Whatever you want, as long as it's within my ability, I can grant it."
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