As soon as Yin Chengjue got home, he received a call from Yin Qiushi.
As soon as Yin Chengjue answered the call, he heard Yin Qiushi say with certainty, "Ajue, are you gay?"
Yin Chengjue: "Did someone tell you anything?"
Yin Qiushi: "Do you think I'm blind?"
Yin Chengjue carefully chose his words: "Uncle, I think it's good to have a companion."
Yin Qiushi: "It is good, but if the gender is wrong, it can easily cause many problems. This is not an easy path to take, and it may even be a dead end."
Yin Chengjue: "The path in front of everyone is different. If you don't take it, no one can say for sure whether it is a dead end or not. Sometimes a way out can turn into a dead end, and a dead end can turn into a way out."
Yin Qiushi: "Ajue, don't play word games. I'm not discussing this with you."
Yin Chengjue: "Uncle, I'm not discussing this with you. I'm serious."
Yin Qiushi: "I think you're really serious about trying to drive your grandpa and mom crazy."
Yin Chengjue: "I will definitely do a good job of persuading them. I had already thought about this when I decided to take this path."
Upon hearing this, there was a long silence on the other end of the phone.
Yin Chengjue waited quietly without hanging up.
“A-Jue, do you know? I heard something similar many years ago, except that it was a woman who said it to me.” Yin Qiushi said in a deep voice, “That person was your mother.”
Yin Chengjue immediately connected Yin He's stubbornness from many years ago with her current fate, and instantly understood Yin Qiushi's meaning.
“No, it’s different,” Yin Chengjue said.
Yin Qiushi: "Tell me, what's different? Ahe's stubbornness makes her never listen to my and Dad's opinions. And you? You come up with one theory after another, but have you listened to our opinions? You won't turn back until you hit a wall, that's you!"
Yin Chengjue: "No, Xiaoyu won't be the second Feng Chengda. They're different!"
“That’s right, of course he isn’t!” Yin Qiushi’s tone was filled with gritted teeth: “Because he is Murong Bo’s youngest son. He lacks nothing and doesn’t need to rely on you to achieve anything. But have you ever thought about whether Murong Bo would agree? As far as I know, Murong Bo is extremely concerned about his reputation. Before, his housekeeper had a loose tongue and spread the news that his third son had come out as gay and run away from home. Murong Bo was so angry that he replaced all the housekeepers in the house and even found out who had the loose tongue and sued her!”
Yin Qiushi kept talking non-stop, while Yin Chengjue was completely stunned on the spot.
What did he just hear?
Murong Bo's third son?
who?
Rong Yu?
"...Are you even listening to me?" Yin Qiushi was usually a calm and collected man, so this outburst was a rare occurrence, revealing his shock upon learning the truth: "The Murong family's waters run much deeper than the Yin family's. If you were to sink into them, you'd likely be dissolved to nothing! You might be able to convince your mother, or you might be able to have a cold war with your grandfather, but do you think you can persuade Murong Bo with just a few words? Do you think you can?"
Before Yin Chengjue could answer, Yin Qiushi had already answered for him: "You can't, so I advise you to stop now, if you don't want the Yin family to be buried with you."
Yin Chengjue: "...You mean, Rong Yu, he's a member of the Murong family?"
“…Just now, Murong Shu came to see me,” Yin Qiushi paused, then his tone suddenly rose: “What? You didn’t know he was Murong Bo’s third son? You’ve been with him for so long, and you’ve never investigated him?”
Yin Chengjue was still in shock; he never imagined things would develop this way: "I... I felt it was his privacy. He didn't say anything, and I didn't ask..."
Yin Chengjue glanced at the bathroom door.
After the two returned, Rong Yu went to the bathroom to take a shower. There was still the sound of water in the bathroom, so it was clear that the other person wouldn't be coming out anytime soon.
Yin Chengjue sank into the sofa, listening to Yin Qiushi's voice coming from the phone, his mind unconsciously recalling the moments he had spent with Rong Yu.
From these glimpses and snippets of Rong Yu's words, we can piece together Rong Yu's background and then connect it to the Murong family...
Finally, the contents of that locked room unexpectedly entered Yin Chengjue's mind and took over all his thoughts.
That's right. Without such wealth and background, how could Rong Yu have managed to follow and film him so constantly for so many years?
Yin Chengjue hung up the phone, threw it aside, and lay down on the sofa, feeling as if his mind was a jumbled mess, unable to make sense of it all.
Until Rong Yu's voice came from the bathroom, asking Yin Chengjue to get a towel.
Yin Chengjue then stood up and went to the balcony to get a towel, looking somewhat dazed.
The bathroom door opened, and steam rushed in, blurring Yin Chengjue's vision. After he got used to it, he saw slender fingers running through his dark hair under the showerhead, brushing the hair that had fallen onto his forehead and behind his ears, revealing a face slightly red from the hot water.
Amidst the shimmering mist, Rong Yu heard the door open and turned to look. A pair of dark eyes, sparkling with moisture, with slightly reddened corners, and her wet eyelashes appeared even darker and thicker. A faint smile appeared on Rong Yu's lips, and the contours of her face seemed to soften a bit because of the mist.
Further down, on her fair and rosy skin, familiar bluish-purple mottled marks were scattered.
Yin Chengjue: "..." Ah, this damn temptation.
"Brother, shall we shower together?" Rong Yu asked with a smile.
So, the bath lasted for more than two hours before it ended.
Yin Chengjue carried Rong Yu, whose face was flushed from the hot water, out of the bathroom, laid him on the sofa, carefully wrapped him in a bath towel, and then placed the remote control within easy reach of him.
After finishing these tasks, Yin Chengjue went into the kitchen, cut a fruit platter, inserted toothpicks, fed Rong Yu one, and coaxed her gently, "I'll go make lunch first. You can watch TV here for a while and wait."
"Mmm." Rong Yu hummed contentedly as she chewed on a piece of apple. "I'm going to eat my fill today! Sister Sally said that I'm going to record 'The Smoke from the Kitchen' tomorrow and might stay there for a few days. The show also requires guests not to bring food, so I won't be able to eat my brother's cooking for a few days."
Yin Chengjue was taken aback: "You want to perform 'The Smoke from the Chimneys'?"
Rong Yu found his tone somewhat strange: "You don't know?"
Yin Chengjue: "My new company has been a bit busy these past few days, so I only asked Sally to arrange a few more variety shows with high viewership for you. I didn't expect her to arrange 'The Smoke from the Kitchen' for you."
Rong Yu asked in confusion, "What's wrong with 'The Smoke from the Chimneys'? Can't I perform it?"
Yin Chengjue: "...This, this isn't about whether you can participate...The main thing is that 'The Smoke from the Chimneys' is a lifestyle variety show, which requires experiencing life in the countryside."
Rong Yu waved her hand and laughed, "Don't worry, brother, I'm not the kind of pampered young master who never lifts a finger. I'm not afraid of getting dirty or tired!"
Yin Chengjue: "..." Young Master Murong, you are indeed not afraid of hardship or fatigue, but...
Yin Chengjue: "There is a very important part of 'The Smoke from the Kitchen', which is that the regular guests and guest stars help cook together in the kitchen."
Rong Yu: "That sounds interesting!"
Yin Chengjue: "In the kitchen, cooking and preparing dishes."
Rong Yu feigned ignorance: "So what?"
Yin Chengjue sighed: "Of course you won't think anything of it, but we don't know what the kitchen there might be like."
Rong Yu: "...Brother, you really do dislike me! I hardly ever break anything in the kitchen anymore!"
Yin Chengjue quickly reassured him, "I don't mind! Absolutely not! Just feel free to improvise on set, and I'll cover for you if anything goes wrong!"
Rong Yu: "..." This sounds even more off.
Yin Chengjue, however, had already slipped away and gone to work in the kitchen.
Rong Yu looked over from the sofa and saw Yin Chengjue, who was only wearing a bathrobe, taking off his dark blue apron. The top rope was tied around his neck and the bottom rope around his waist, perfectly outlining his narrow waist.
Rong Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, his dark eyes becoming even more profound.
He said, "Brother."
"Hmm?" Yin Chengjue looked up at him.
Rong Yu waved the air conditioner remote in her hand: "I've already turned on the air conditioner."
"Hmm?" Yin Chengjue was a little puzzled, but then he saw Rong Yu lick his lips and say in a teasing tone, "So, brother, take off your bathrobe."
What kind of strange request is this?
Seeing that Yin Chengjue didn't move, Rong Yu deliberately played with her face, pouted and acted cute, saying in a coquettish tone, "Brother~ can you take off your bathrobe and just wear your apron~"
Yin Chengjue: "..." Alright, this cuteness is perfect!
Yin Chengjue regretted that he hadn't been able to capture Rong Yu's adorable expression in time.
Seeing that Yin Chengjue obediently complied despite his obvious reluctance, Rong Yu let out a delighted laugh. She shifted restlessly on the sofa, trying to get a better look, "Brother, don't always hide inside. Come out here occasionally, just to the doorway~ I can't see you anymore~"
"Brother, the scratches on your back seem to be fading a bit; I miscounted them."
"Brother, turn around and look at me!"
Upon hearing this, Yin Chengjue turned around and saw Rong Yu leaning against the back of the sofa. The TV behind her was clearly on, playing a melodramatic drama. The woman in the drama was sobbing, while Rong Yu, with her back to the TV, was looking at herself in the kitchen, smiling with her eyes crinkled.
"Little vixen, are you planning to get full just by looking at me?" Yin Chengjue couldn't help but tease, "Then I'll just cook a pot of rice, and you can just sit back and watch me eat."
“Sure, I’ll eat it with white rice, brother, one bite at a time.” Rong Yu raised an eyebrow.
Author's Note: Random thought: Xiao Yu's true identity being revealed is like peeling an onion, layer by layer...
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