I'm willing to let your injury not heal, so you can't mess around
Cheng Sizhou was dumbfounded. He thought his cold senior brother and warm junior sister were just one-sided pursuits, but it turned out to be a bloody and tortuous two-way crush for two whole years.
"What if I like you? What if I don't like you?" Yu Ming clasped his hands together, clasping them tightly, his nails practically digging into his palms. "Just because I like you, does that mean we can be together?"
"How will you know if you don't try?" Cheng Sizhou had already landed, so he couldn't help but shamelessly advise him with his experience. "No matter how difficult it is for you, at least you're straight. Besides, you have feelings for her and she has feelings for you, so why can't you be together?"
Yu Ming shook his head, his expression indifferent. "I haven't told you this before. My mom has been battling cancer for several years. My dad injured his hand while working earlier in life, so he's considered a fifth-level disabled person. Everything needs money these days, and most of my salary goes towards supporting the family. I can't afford any more expenses."
"Yangyang is my direct junior sister! Believe me, she is definitely not that materialistic girl and will not covet a penny of your money." Cheng Sizhou wanted to stand up and pat his chest to prove how true his words were.
In Yu Ming's eyes, Cheng Sizhou has a wealthy family background, excellent academic qualifications, extraordinary talents, and a cheerful personality. From the director and Mr. Jiang to the new interns, no one dislikes him or does not value him.
He even thought that Xu Yang and Cheng Sizhou were close because she was interested in him.
But such a good junior brother Cheng has no idea about the suffering of the lower class people.
He doesn't know the pain and bitterness of a family living in poverty and parents battling illness, nor does he know the struggle and torment of finding a job that he likes and is respectable, after going through so much hardship, but being suffocated by the burden of the family because the salary is not high.
To put it simply, if it weren't for Cheng Sizhou, Yu Ming would barely be a respectable person, but Cheng Sizhou knew Xu Yang before him, so he was really not a good enough senior brother.
"She'd be happy with a bouquet of flowers." Yu Ming laughed self-deprecatingly, his voice damp as if soaked in bitter salt water. "If I had money to buy flowers, I definitely wouldn't use it. If she were with me, she'd hear me say: 'Why buy flowers? What a waste of money! What's the point of buying something you can't eat or use?'"
"...Since you've realized it, it means you won't do it."
"Not necessarily. I don't have confidence in myself."
"Brother!! You and Yangyang like each other!! Do you know how difficult it is to meet someone who likes you and whom you like too in such a huge crowd?!"
"I know."
"You know... you're really cruel to Yangyang by doing this."
"Hasn't she already let it go? That's great! It saves her from finding out I'm poor, stingy, and have a bad temper. Wouldn't it be more cruel to have a beautiful fantasy shattered?" Yu Ming handed the menu to the boss, his expression calm again. "So, don't try to match me up with Xu Yang anymore. It's not worth it."
Cheng Sizhou couldn't argue with him and just felt angry. He was so angry that he didn't eat much of the meal and packed up most of the food to take home and give to Wen Zichuan.
Wen Zichuan had difficulty moving around, so he moved a small table and ate in bed.
Cheng Sizhou saw that he was eating very seriously, and the anger in his chest slowly dissipated.
He raised his hand to wipe away the soup on the corner of Wen Zichuan's mouth, thinking that he was also a similar "fool", always feeling that he was from a poor family and deserved nothing, but he was obviously very good and worthy of all his cherishment and love.
After finishing his meal, the "fool" noticed that someone had been staring at him for a long time. Suddenly, he felt playful and turned the man's neck and kissed him on the face with his greasy lips.
"What are you doing--!" Cheng Sizhou pushed him, but had to restrain his strength for fear of hurting his wound.
"Hehehe, you are playing the role of a bully and bullying a good boy...!" Before he could finish his words, Wen Zichuan tripped over the blanket and fell into Cheng Sizhou's arms.
Cheng Sizhou simply grabbed the man, held him down, and forced him to wipe his mouth: "You're a bully? What kind of bully are you?"
Wen Zichuan bit his thumb, the movement looked big but he didn't use much force: "Are you scared?"
Cheng Sizhou snorted coldly, lowered his head and took his earlobe in his mouth, twisting it and teasing it. His movements were so ambiguous that it made him blush. "Are you afraid?"
They had been busy with work after New Year's Day, and had spent two weeks recuperating from their injuries, so they hadn't been close to each other for a long time, let alone hugging each other and breathing intertwined. Their physiological reactions took precedence over everything else.
Wen Zichuan's earlobes were wet, and his entire face was stained with a layer of blush.
He turned around, closed his eyes and kissed the corner of Cheng Sizhou's lips, unbuttoning his pajamas while kissing.
However, once his clothes were opened, the bruises that had not yet disappeared were exposed. The more Cheng Sizhou looked at them, the more distressed he felt. He didn't dare to do anything about it even if he wanted it.
"Brother Zhou?" Not getting a response, Wen Zichuan opened his eyes and looked at him.
"No." Cheng Sizhou kissed his face, "Your injury hasn't healed yet, you can't."
Wen Zichuan read some determination in his eyes and suddenly laughed: "Alas, you don't want to pay back the money, and you won't pay with your body."
The 50,000 yuan that the police recovered was originally the training fee that Cheng Sizhou lent him. He wanted to pay it back several times, but Cheng Sizhou refused to accept it.
"How about you not paying me back? I've worked for a few years and have only saved this much. I'm not being polite, I like you and care about you, and I want to give you everything I have." Cheng Sizhou looked at him seriously.
"I don't want to, and I can't, take your money for nothing." Wen Zichuan sat back on the bed, holding a pillow in his arms. "Your money is my leverage. Anyone can say in the future that I'm with you just for your money."
Although he was reluctant to mention the other person's name, Cheng Sizhou knew Wen Zichuan. If he didn't talk openly, misunderstandings would probably arise.
"What did Liu Shixing say to you?"
"He said your family has a house and money, and your parents said that when he was with you, it was only for your money."
"He's overthinking it. The house and the money all belong to my parents. Although they said that if I find a woman, marry her honestly and have children, they can give me some of it. But you know that's impossible."
"How stupid! You have a good life but insist on living a hard life." Wen Zichuan grabbed the edge of the pillow and twisted the fabric into a crooked shape.
Although he said this, he didn't mean it in his heart.
If Brother Zhou really abandons me and goes to marry someone and have children, he might... go crazy.
Seeing him in a daze, Cheng Sizhou crawled onto the bed like an earthworm, lay down in front of him, raised his cheek and kissed him: "Don't you understand? I am willing to do this."
He lay down beside Wen Zichuan, resting his forehead on his hip. "At my age, I've already become independent. What belongs to my parents belongs to them, and what belongs to me belongs to me. Fifty thousand may not be much, but I earned every cent of it myself. Regardless of whether the country allows it or not, as long as you are willing, you can use it as a betrothal gift."
"What kind of engagement... um..."
Zichuan looked so shy that he was so adorable. Before he could finish, Cheng Sizhou kissed him again.
The two kissed more and more deeply until they were a little breathless and then separated.
Cheng Sizhou put his forehead against his and engraved his appearance deeply in his heart, just like the steel stamp that the □□ staff knocked on when he went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the marriage certificate, which meant a happy marriage and unwavering love.
The bruises on his face finally disappeared, and Wen Zichuan responded with a second cry.
Since all the choices for the coming year were related to huge liquidated damages, it would be better to find an opportunity to have a frank talk with Mr. Jin. Even if there was no chance of winning, he wanted to know what the leverage was in the hands of the dealer.
The Chinese New Year is approaching, and some of the company's projects have been completed. Those that cannot be completed have also been suspended.
In the usually busy office area, there is a rare atmosphere of comfort and leisure. Brother Ji is actually playing checkers with Su Zhuo on an empty table in the Art Management Department.
"Hey hey hey! Teacher Wen is back! Teacher Wen--" Su Zhuo was sharp-eyed and was the first to notice him.
"Teacher Wen, you have been ill for so long!" Brother Ji waved at him.
"Is Mr. Jin here? I have something to talk to him in person." Wen Zichuan asked.
"You're looking for President Jin, isn't it because..." Su Zhuo forced out a wry smile, looking at the almost empty office equipment and artist information around him, "You're leaving the Second Sound too, right?"
"You want one too?"
"Teacher Guo and Teacher Shen both requested to terminate their contracts and leave after the Chinese New Year."
Wen Zichuan was not surprised. Di Ersheng did not have the ability to cultivate dubbing talents, so it would be a waste of time for him to stay.
It’s a pity that he can’t be as free and easy as Guo Tianrui and Shen Junmeng.
"I can't." He looked at Su Zhuo and said.
"That's good. If you left too, the Art Management Department would have no need to exist." Su Zhuo pursed his lips, his tone full of relief.
Brother Ji folded his hands and glanced at the corridor across from him: "Teacher Wen, you should go quickly. I just saw that Mr. Jin is still here. He has a lot of social engagements at the end of the year, so he might leave again soon."
Wen Zichuan nodded and said he would come back to see them after the conversation.
Mr. Jin’s office is on the other side, and to get there, you have to walk through a long corridor.
As the distance got closer, Wen Zichuan heard something unusual. There were men's voices and women's voices, and both sides seemed to be... arguing?
"Kim Ki-duk, you have no conscience! I helped you collect evidence against Xiao Quanzong and bring down Yaya Yayu. Wasn't that enough? You said you liked me, but did that mean you wanted to send me to that old pervert's bed? Sending away Wen Zichuan wasn't enough. Do all of us deserve to be treated like objects, traded for connections and resources?"
Wen Zichuan stopped and recognized that it was Mu Qi's voice.
"Lulu, you can't say that. Whether it's Wen Zichuan or you, aren't everything fine?" President Jin's tone was unusually calm, as if Mu Qi was not questioning him.
"You deliberately did such a dirty thing. We got away with it this time, but can we do it next time?"
"Well, let's get this one thing straight. When your father was lying in the hospital awaiting surgery, I was the one who transferred the money to your card. You promised me that you would completely break up with Jeon Kidd and that he would never be able to hold his head up high. All that's in the past. Now that you follow me, eating and using my things, shouldn't you do something for me and contribute to the development of Second Tone?"
"I said I can join the company and clock in like a regular employee."
"You work? What kind of work do you do? Besides putting on makeup and dressing yourself up to look sexy and pretty so you can seduce men, what else can you do?!"
“Kim Ki-duk!! You bastard—!”
Suddenly there was a loud bang from inside, as if something like an ashtray was smashed.
Before Wen Zichuan could react, Mu Qi suddenly opened the door and ran past him quickly. He vaguely saw that her face was covered with tears.
Today's timing might not be very good. Not only was Mr. Jin very angry, but he also had a cut on his forehead, and he was covering it with a tissue to stop the bleeding.
"Wen Zichuan? What are you doing here?" Seeing him come in, Kim Ki-duk rolled his eyes and said coldly.
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