Chapter 5 Heaven and Hell
The light purple pendulum clock on the bedside table chimed twice, and the small flower column inside swung left and right once before returning to its original position.
Fu Yanle met Yu Jingchen's gaze defiantly. His earlier words were ambiguous. Although he considered himself purer than an unread textbook, not everyone could be as noble and extraordinary as him.
"What should we do?" Yu Jingchen clutched the corner of the blanket. "Now that you've brought it up, I'm starting to overthink it."
Because of Yu Jingchen's bent-over posture, they were now a little close. Fu Yanle's heart was stirred by these words, his eyes darting around as he became increasingly guilty. Finally, he simply reached out and covered Yu Jingchen's face.
Fu Yanle's palms still retained the warmth from the blankets, casting a warm glow on his face. Yu Jingchen stared unblinkingly at those fair palms, subconsciously holding his breath, then relaxing after a few seconds and letting out a slightly unrestrained breath.
Fu Yanle felt an itch in his palm and quickly withdrew his hand. Then, he sprang up from the bed, bypassed Yu Jingchen, got out of bed, and rushed into the bathroom without looking back.
Yu Jingchen walked over and said through the door, "Come down for breakfast after you've washed up."
"Oh!" Fu Yanle responded, then leaned against the door, listening to the footsteps fade away and the door open and close, before finally letting out a sigh of relief.
Looking down at the fabric of his robe, which was being pushed up by the spirited little sparrow, Fu Yanle couldn't help but sigh, "The true nature of a man!"
Whether it's liking beauty or something else, it's human nature. Little Sparrow's excitement is due to the morning mantra, which shows he's a truly capable man.
That's a good thing!
Fu Yanle comforted himself in his heart, walked to the sink and looked up at the mirror, only to see the red on the tip of his ear.
Damn, why are you blushing like a teapot?!
*
Since Fu Yanle responded to those two comments last night, following his own conscience, the Weibo post has remained incredibly popular. More fans and netizens have flocked to the comments section, expressing their opinions and clearly defining their stances.
Look at this, this is the quality of a top-tier celebrity in the looks section of a certain TV station.
[Xiao Fu didn't insult your whole family, nor did he imitate some fans by cursing your parents. Where is his lack of manners?]
[After Fu Yanle's alleged attempt to stage a moon landing, he also made veiled criticisms of others; he's practically cursing his mother!]
[Xiao Fu is just an ordinary pretty person. She has no other abilities besides her face; she's definitely not cut out for moon landings, but she wouldn't even consider your lemon yogurt, thank you.]
[In my opinion, Lin's fans shouldn't bother arguing with Fu's fans; it's just a waste of their status.]
[My sister is right, our Xiao Fu is way below 180th tier, even less popular than black rice porridge, please don't bully us, top star!]
Do these two look alike? Lin Qingtong is more pleasing to the eye over time, while Fu Yanle has a strikingly handsome face that's sure to steal the show.
[For those who only care about looks, Lin Qingtong's appearance is only considered above average in the industry, and there are substitutes for her. As for Fu Yanle, there aren't many who can look as good as him.]
"Hmm, I think so too." Fu Yanle put away his phone with satisfaction and threw the lollipop stick he was holding in his mouth into the trash can next door.
Yu Jingchen looked at him and asked, "What are you looking at so happily?"
"The daily online feuds on Weibo." Fu Yanle's eyes darted around. "Brother Chen, do you think Lin Qingtong is pretty?"
“I didn’t notice.” Yu Jingchen said calmly, “If you were to ask who is better looking, you or him, I would only say you, because I’ve only ever paid attention to what you look like.”
The two "only" words greatly pleased Fu Yanle. He thought Yu Jingchen's words sounded like sweet nothings, but the other party's tone was too ordinary, and he could not hear any tenderness or emotion. So he could only say objectively, "Brother Chen, your taste is as good as you are."
"President Yu, Young Master Fu," Assistant Xu approached. "Please come in and take some photos."
Fu Yanle got up and went inside with Yu Jingchen. When he sat in front of the camera, he suddenly felt a little nervous. At that moment, Yu Jingchen reached out and gently grasped his wrist.
The hand wasn't warm; it was even a little cold. But Fu Yanle felt inexplicably at ease, perhaps because it was so beautiful.
Fu Yanle breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed his shoulders, and gave the camera a smile.
Half an hour later, Fu Yanle got into the car with Yu Jingchen, still clutching the red booklet in his hand.
Seeing that the atmosphere in the back seat was too quiet, Assistant Xu took the initiative to share the burden for his boss, "Does Young Master Fu have any plans for this afternoon?"
Fu Yanle said, "No."
In his past life, he was either "dating" Su Fengyao or on his way to "dating" Su Fengyao. Now that time has changed, he's somewhat idle.
"Then why don't you come and take a look at our company?" Assistant Xu pushed up his glasses. "You're the boss's wife, so it'll feel just like coming home."
Assistant Xu was unaware that they were in a marriage of convenience.
Upon reaching this conclusion, Fu Yanle subconsciously looked at Yu Jingchen.
Yu Jingchen said, "Go ahead, Xingtu will contact you this afternoon to sign the contract. I can help you take a look."
Fu Yanle nodded in agreement, "But how did you know?" Even he, the person involved, didn't know.
“I will naturally pay more attention to your affairs,” Yu Jingchen said.
Fu Yanle felt a warmth in his heart. Yu Jingchen's words... seemed to take caring about him as a matter of course.
His mother passed away shortly after his birth, and his father was busy traveling back and forth between various mistresses by water and land, so he didn't pay much attention to his life from a young age. Old Master Lu treated him like his own grandson, but the old man was thick-skinned and carefree, and spent his days researching which kind of "dog-beating stick" technique could make him and Lu Minghe behave.
He has never really experienced the tender care from his parents and elders.
As the young master of the Fu family, he had made countless friends, all of whom claimed to be sincere. But now it seems that the only true brother he has is Lu Minghe, though that scoundrel can't even take care of himself.
This was the first time Fu Yanle had ever met someone so considerate and thoughtful towards him.
His name was Yu Jingchen.
*
An hour later, Fu Yanle followed Yu Jingchen up the private elevator to his office on the thirty-third floor of Zongchen's headquarters. Yu Jingchen's office was similar to his master bedroom, all in black and white, with a few scattered light purple items.
Fu Yanle sat down on the sofa and felt that these slightly gentle and lovely purples were like suddenly intruding into a monotonous world. At first glance, they seemed jarring, but after looking at them for a while, they seemed to match perfectly.
Assistant Xu put down the small, steaming purple cup. "Taro milk tea, which Young Master Fu likes."
He took out a tablet from a small cabinet next to him. "Young Master Fu can play games and watch movies. If you get tired, you can go to the lounge inside and take a nap. President Yu has a remote meeting and will be back in about half an hour."
Fu Yanle took it, put his arm around Assistant Xu's arm, and noticed that the other's biceps were not as developed as the butler's, so he said, "Although I admire you, Assistant Xu, your physique is not as good as the butler of the Yu family."
"Although, my annual salary is a zero higher than his," Assistant Xu said politely.
“If that’s the case,” Fu Yanle took a sip of milk tea, “why did you make such a ferocious expression?”
With his jealousy exposed, Assistant Xu left the place of heartbreak feeling like a dark cloud was hanging over his head.
Fu Yanle lay back, changed the cover of his new tablet, adjusted the angle, took a picture of the small round cup and milk tea, and posted it on Weibo: 【Sweet and happy (frog lying down.jpg)】
Comments appeared quickly below:
[Waaaaah, my darling has finally appeared! My 800-degree eyesight has instantly dropped to 200 degrees!]
【Ugh, you jerk, you finally remembered your password?! All you do is reply to other people's comments, you don't even give your hungry family a second glance, so annoying!】
[The most handsome guy in the universe! The marketing accounts say you're going to be on a variety show, is it true?!]
Fu Yanle replied: 【A beautiful girl with great taste, guess who she is.】
Although Fu Yanle's Weibo followers cannot compare to those of popular celebrities, they are all active fans who are always on the front lines of the internet, just like Ye Ye and Death.
His emergence attracted even more fans to the comments section to cause trouble, and haters also flocked to him.
Do you have a sugar daddy/sugar baby?
The stunningly beautiful Fu Yanle: [Do you have a grave? (Little frog making a heart shape with its hands.jpg)]
[The king of staged accidents has arrived! Come and see!]
Fu Yanle slurped up some milk tea and typed: [Right now, you're just as clever as when you're snatching (daddy.jpg) food. (Little frog leaning sadly against a pillar.jpg)]
With nothing to do, Fu Yanle replied to forty comments in the comment section. One second he was in heaven and the next he was in hell. After more than twenty cycles of mental breakdown, the office door was pushed open.
Fu Yanle tapped the screen without looking up and said, "You're back."
"Who are you!"
A sharp rebuke rang out, and Fu Yanle raised her head arrogantly amidst a background music of high heels clattering on the ground. "Madam, please state your own name before asking someone else's name."
"Which club do you work for?" The woman in the fur coat looked at Fu Yanle's face with contempt and disgust. "Even Jing Chen likes to play these tricks now. You're not simple!"
She looks just like a vixen!
“I can even understand your gibberish, of course you’re not simple.” Fu Yanle was humiliated for no reason, and his mood plummeted instantly. He looked the newcomer up and down and said, “Ms. Mink, your attire is out of place in this office. Please leave.”
"You're the one who should get out!" Ms. Mink said, clutching her bag. "This is the headquarters of Zongchen Group. Who do you think you are, daring to boss me around?"
"So what are you?" Fu Yanle said sarcastically. "Which director of Zongchen Group is your wife? One of Yu Jingchen's distant relatives? If it's the former, then your husband is truly blind and incompetent; he'll go bankrupt if he leaves Zongchen. If it's the latter, then I can only say: the biggest reason your son can't sit in the position of the head of the Yu family is that he inherited your intelligence."
Ms. Mink reached out, the tassel bag in her hand seeming to tremble. "You! You!"
You little beast, your mouth is even sharper than a duck's bill!
“And another thing,” Fu Yanle said, “the color saturation of your mink fur is too high, it hurts my eyes. You should take a basic course before you get buried. You think you’re the Weaver Girl just because you sewed a bootleg rainbow on your body?”
"You! You!" Ms. Mink clutched her chest and rolled her eyes.
Fu Yanle promptly warned, "There are surveillance cameras overhead; those who stage accidents will inevitably attract others to stage accidents for them."
Ms. Diao had never suffered such a series of humiliations in her life. She suddenly raised the bag in her hand and smashed it down on Fu Yanle's tuft of hair!
But the skirt was too long and the heels too high. The two women were locked in a fierce battle, neither willing to give way, when suddenly, "bang!"
Ms. Mink stumbled and knelt reverently before Fu Yanle's feet.
Fu Yanle dodged in time, causing Ms. Diao's forehead to hit the sofa next to her, rather than his knee.
Hilarious, his knees are made of mud.
"..."
At this moment, the office door was pushed open again. Fu Yanle looked up at Yu Jingchen, hugged himself somewhat awkwardly, and said weakly, "This auntie... she kowtowed to me as soon as she arrived, which scared me half to death. Although she is very devout, she seems to be Brother Chen's elder. I really can't accept this bow. Brother Chen, please help her up."
Ms. Mink suddenly looked up and roared to the sky: "Shut up!"
"You're so angry even though I didn't kneel down?" Fu Yanle retreated hastily, plopped down on the sofa, bounced twice, clutched his chest and looked at Yu Jingchen. His helpless eyes moved even Assistant Xu, who was following behind.
"I've upset our elders, Chengie, you won't blame me, will you?"
Author's Note:
Damn it.
Around 3 p.m., I finally overcame my conscience and opened Meituan to order a grape yogurt.
I stared at the order page for a few seconds, then carefully changed the medium to a large.
A dozen minutes later, I carried the milk tea into the bedroom and placed it on the bedside table. But as I reached for my phone, the charging cable blocked the milk tea, and it crashed to the floor.
I froze for a few seconds, then let out a long, mournful howl.
Fate really plays tricks on people.
I surrendered to fate and squatted on the floor for half an hour before I finally got the floor clean.
Now, I've had an epiphany – my fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven.
I ordered a large cup again.
It didn't collapse this time.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
