Chapter 64 Preparing Gifts
Two days later, Fu Yanle received another gift and letter from "He Yiqi, who wished to remain anonymous." Compared to the suddenness of the last time, Fu Yanle was clearly well-prepared this time and could calmly accept all of He Yiqi's praise. However, just like before, he returned the gift and kept only the letter.
However, things shouldn't happen more than three times. If He Yiqi dares to send gifts again, he will immediately visit He Yi Media and give He Yiqi a severe beating.
As for why He Yiqi suddenly acted this way, Fu Yanle had some guesses. However, these were minor matters; what was giving him a headache at the moment was something else entirely.
Yu Jingchen came out of the bathroom.
Fu Yanle was sitting on the carpet beside the bed, twisting her upper body and lying face down on the bed with her legs together and back, like a mermaid who had lost her soul. Yu Jingchen walked closer and could still hear Fu Yanle muttering something, but the words were obscure and ethereal, like the mysterious chanting of a sea god.
In short, ordinary people like him cannot understand.
Yu Jingchen stopped behind Fu Yanle and noticed that he had a tablet under his hand with a vivid "艹" on the screen.
Before going into the bathroom, Fu Yanle was dancing to square dance moves on the carpet, following a video. Judging from his smiling face and enthusiastic singing, he seemed quite engrossed and in a cheerful mood. Why did the air in the bedroom become so heavy after he finished his washing and grooming routine?
Yu Jingchen pondered for two seconds, then tentatively asked, "Lele, who made you unhappy?"
Fu Yanle said, "I'm not unhappy, I'm just lost in thought."
"Got a problem? Want to share it with me? Maybe I can help you." Yu Jingchen reached out and pinched Fu Yanle's neck. "Sitting like this for too long will hurt your neck. Get up and sit properly."
"Oh." Fu Yanle immediately changed from a mermaid sitting posture to a human sitting posture, then swiped a few times on the tablet and handed it to Yu Jingchen to see.
Yu Jingchen took it and saw a table on the screen, with various languages mixed together, and many of the terms were unfamiliar to him.
Yu Jingchen was about to say that he did not have the basic knowledge to help Fu Yanle when he looked down and saw Fu Yanle staring at him expectantly... Under these circumstances, whether for the sake of dignity and face or to maintain his reliable and powerful image, he could not back down.
Under Fu Yanle's gaze, Yu Jingchen rubbed his chin, indicating that he was thinking seriously, and then quickly looked at the various terms on the screen again.
Omega, Bulgari, Burberry, Delvaux... these are all brands. Is Fu Yanle trying to buy a gift for someone but unsure what to get? And who should he buy it for? Did he really need to create a special spreadsheet? So thoughtful?
Yu Jingchen suppressed his doubts and continued scrolling down. Then he saw a row of square Chinese characters and said: "Lipstick Gift Set (preferably a lipstick gift set that can collect various shades of lipsticks, such as cute, gentle, pure, and mature styles)."
So, it's still for women?
Fu Yanle had been watching Yu Jingchen the whole time. When he saw that Yu Jingchen’s initial indifference and domineering attitude of “I know everything” suddenly dissipated and turned into a kind of shock and displeasure similar to “Holy shit”, he couldn’t help but reach out his tentative little hand and carefully tug at the leg of Yu Jingchen’s pajama pants.
"Giegie, why did your expression completely collapse in just one second?"
Yu Jingchen quickly calmed down and took the initiative to probe the enemy's situation. "Lele, you won't be able to choose like this. When giving someone a gift, you have to cater to their preferences. If you don't know their preferences, you can also consider their work, personality, and other aspects."
"Huh?" Fu Yanle was puzzled. "But I don't know any of this either."
You know nothing?
It seems there is no enemy activity at all.
Yu Jingchen breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief and asked directly, "Who are you going to give it to?"
"In the last episode, we did three rounds of live chat giveaways, right? One of the winners was probably one of my fans, and another was a fan of the pairing of me and Gou. Gou and I discussed it, and he prepared a small gift for the pairing fan, and I'll give him a matching gift. I'll prepare the gift for the other fan myself."
Fu Yanle was filled with sorrow.
"I've listed a lot, but I don't think any of them are really good. You know, girls might not like cosmetics, skincare products, or bags; they might not like watches; and what if they're underage? If I give them alcohol, what if they're underage?"
Yu Jingchen thought for a moment and decided to ask the truth, "Why don't you just ask them what they like? That way you can guarantee they'll absolutely love your little gift."
"...Why didn't you ask before giving the gift?" Fu Yanle looked at Yu Jingchen in disbelief and then scoffed, "You awful, clueless person, who doesn't know how to create surprises or a romantic atmosphere—"
Yu Jingchen smiled slightly, "What?"
That smile was truly kind and gentle.
Fu Yanle immediately changed his tune: "But he still possesses a fatal personal charm, a perfect man who easily captivates hearts!"
Yu Jingchen scoffed, sat on the edge of the bed, and said, "Actually, most of the time, the sentiment behind a gift is what matters. Although the list you're preparing consists of luxury brands, the money spent on these things is negligible to you."
“But I chose very carefully,” Fu Yanle retorted, somewhat aggrieved. “I didn’t just buy one randomly.”
“What I mean is, none of these are good options.” Yu Jingchen patted the seat next to him. “Sit over here and let me knock the bubble of grievance off your head.”
Fu Yanle sat down and Yu Jingchen patted his head. He immediately stopped complaining and said, "I just felt that these girls are really tough on me, turning into trolls every day for me. I don't want them to attack the haters at all. These are such nice girls, and I feel bad that they've become like the Victorious Fighting Buddha because of me. Besides, some of the haters are really horribly foul-mouthed. I've searched through a dictionary as thick as a loaf of bread, and I still can't figure out how they created such filthy words."
“Biodiversity exists.” Yu Jingchen ruffled Fu Yanle’s hair. “Moreover, using words as a weapon to hurt people is the simplest way. ‘Words can wound more deeply than spears and halberds,’ as the saying goes, and it has existed since ancient times.”
Fu Yanle said, "To be honest, I've been online for years, and I'm just bored, so I randomly picked a few lucky people to give them a little back. Actually, I didn't take the insults those haters said to heart, let alone feel sad or upset about them, after all, they don't deserve it. Of course, except for that last time about Su Fengyao, which really humiliated me."
He crossed his arms dramatically, his ten fingers curled up seductively against his armpits, and his lips pouted arrogantly, determined to compete with the ceiling for height.
Yu Jingchen was taken aback by the affected posture and couldn't help but pinch his waist, saying, "Don't mention Su Fengyao, we can still get along peacefully."
"Yes, ma'am." Fu Yanle immediately put down his affected hand and sat up straight. "Actually, my fans have been arguing with others online more than once or twice, and many of them are eloquent and resilient, capable of fighting against a crowd. But in this recent battle of trending topics, some poor souls actually cried because they couldn't win the argument with the haters!"
This spirit of not fearing powerful enemies filled Fu Yanle with awe and also made him feel guilty.
She can't even out-criticize him, so how quiet, well-behaved, gentle, kind, and delicate must she be in real life? She's completely different from those other women who call him a scumbag and a dead dog every day, and even say they want to tie him up, handcuff him, and whip him until he screams.
Fu Yanle subtly put down others, saying, "Since others are defending me, I can't just do nothing. Although I can't prepare small gifts for each of them, I'll give one to one of them this time as a small expression of my gratitude."
"I understand." Yu Jingchen rubbed the fabric around Fu Yanle's waist. "You decided to sue that marketing account for defamation, right? That's the reason."
Fu Yanle nodded and said, "Those comments about me having a sugar daddy are old news. I never cared about them before, let alone this time, the 'sugar daddy' is none other than the most perfect Jingchen Giegie in the world. It's like I've been blessed for eight lifetimes!"
Yu Jingchen, having given up his silence today, said, "Don't play games with me."
“Okay.” Fu Yanle obediently put his hands together and said in the tone of a primary school student reading a text, “There are two purposes for filing a defamation lawsuit. First, I want to give the girls an explanation. I can’t let them fight for nothing all night, right? Second, it’s also to tell them indirectly that I really don’t have a sugar daddy.”
As for that marketing account, everyone has to be responsible for what they say. Since they dared to use the word "solid evidence," they have to pay the corresponding price.
"Alright," Fu Yanle said, regaining his composure. "Let's go back to where we started."
He looked down and wrote on the tablet, saying, "I think you're right, the sentiment is the most important thing, so the great Apollo Fu decided to create this gift himself!"
“Well, great Mr. Apollo Fu,” Yu Jingchen said in a flat tone, “I don’t seem to have the honor of receiving a gift personally created by you.”
"Oh!" Fu Yanle's tone rose in surprise. "Don't belittle yourself, perfect Asclepius Yu, you are—wait a minute!"
Yu Jingchen suddenly pounced on Fu Yanle onto the pillow, slipped a hand inside Fu Yanle's pajamas, and asked, "Apollo? Asclepius? Are you planning to be my father?"
"Don't scratch my flesh, it's innocent!"
"You think you can tickle me? What kind of tough guy are you? Let me go if you dare, I want to fight you with force!"
Fu Yanle thrashed about like a fish, using both hands and feet, but Yu Jingchen held him down firmly. His face was obscured by his disheveled hair. He shook his head, raised his only free head, and unleashed his ultimate move once more—"I'll bite you to death!"
Yu Jingchen leaned back and looked at Fu Yanle, who was standing with his mouth open, revealing a row of clicking white teeth, shaking his head like a zombie, and one with very weak fighting power at that.
Fu Yanle used his two rows of teeth to show off, and in the end his mouth was sore that he almost drooled.
Yu Jingchen watched with leisurely interest. Seeing that Fu Shi's attack speed had obviously slowed down, he stretched out a finger and pressed it against Fu Yanle's forehead, easily pinning him to the pillow. Then he lowered his head and asked, "Do you know what I'm doing right now?"
Fu Yanle couldn't break free, and after throwing a tantrum until he was out of breath, he could only express his contempt with his eyes, saying, "You toad jumping into a pot of boiling oil, you're asking for death!"
“No.” Yu Jingchen’s tone was both amused and threatening. “That’s called… insubordination.”
Author's Note:
I'll update tomorrow at midnight.
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