Chapter 66 Rose Hand
After finishing breakfast, Fu Yanle lay on the sofa drawing design sketches. After some internal struggle, he decided to use his outstanding talent to design a women's necklace to give to the fan whose ID was "Fu Yanle's Dog Head Pendant".
The bedroom door was gently pushed open and then closed. Yu Jingchen took the documents and walked to the sofa. He leaned over and glanced at the unfinished product designed by Master Fu Yanle, pointed to one of the parts, and asked, "Is this a bath ball?"
"What the hell is this bath bomb?" Fu Yanle's wrist, holding the pen, trembled slightly. "It's a hydrangea!"
Yu Jingchen said "Oh," sat down on the sofa, and said, "Our Lele draws really well."
"That's right. Although I'm not a professional, it's still watchable. I can't help it, I'm just naturally perfect." Fu Yanle chuckled contentedly, then suddenly realized something and turned to Yu Jingchen, "What time is it? Why aren't you at work?"
“I’m not going today.” Yu Jingchen tapped his pen, turned his head and said, “All the documents that need my review have been delivered.”
Fu Yanle said with a smile, "Why aren't you going today?"
"What else could it be?" Yu Jingchen raised an eyebrow. "I'm afraid that when I'm not around, your back and legs will ache, and there will be no one to carry you."
"How can you blame me? Humph, hurry up and look at your documents, don't disturb me from showcasing my talents." Fu Yanle turned ruthlessly and continued drawing.
Yu Jingchen smiled and remained silent.
The bedroom was quiet, the curtains were folded at both ends, and the glass door blocked the cold wind from outside, only letting in light. Every now and then, Fu Yanle could hear the sound of a pen nib scratching on paper and the pages turning. Yu Jingchen's breathing was very light, keeping him company quietly through the morning.
Fu Yanle finished the first draft, made numerous revisions, and then went through a series of elaborate operations before finally finalizing the first design. He emptied the eraser shavings into the trash can, intending to ask Yu Jingchen for his critique of his masterpiece, when his phone on the low table rang.
Yu Jingchen, who was closer to the low table, reached for the phone, glanced at the screen, and frowned slightly.
"Who is it?" Fu Yanle leaned closer and saw that the screen displayed "Fu Sheng." He frowned and whispered to Yu Jingchen, "Bad luck."
Yu Jingchen nodded in agreement and pinched his cheek reassuringly.
Fu Yanle answered the call, stepped forward and leaned on Yu Jingchen's shoulder, one arm around his neck and the other holding the phone, his tone indifferent: "Hello?"
"oh."
"I don't want to go."
"Can't you eat without me?"
"Oh. But looking at you makes me lose my appetite."
"..."
Fu Yanle was like a emotionless little machine, his tone completely flat. However, he couldn't help but press his cheek against Yu Jingchen's, gently rubbing against him several times. When Yu Jingchen raised his hand to pinch him, he proactively moved his face closer, receiving several gentle pinches in return.
Fu Sheng was still calling out to Fu Yanle on the other end of the phone, which made Fu Yanle's ears hurt. He said impatiently, "Okay, I'm going, I'm hanging up."
He hung up the phone decisively after he finished speaking, not wanting to give Fu Sheng another second to torture his ears.
Yu Jingchen said, "Fu Sheng invited you to dinner?"
"He said it's almost Chinese New Year and he wants me to have a meal with him. I really don't want to go, but if I don't agree, he'll definitely bother me." Fu Yanle pouted and kissed Yu Jingchen on the cheek. "You can have lunch by yourself."
Yu Jingchen said, "Lele, I'm worried about you going alone. Can you take me with you?"
Fu Yanle waved his paw, "What's there to worry about? Although Fu Sheng is a scoundrel, he won't do anything to me. Even if he wanted to, with my old man here, he wouldn't dare."
Seeing Yu Jingchen's "I want to go, I want to go" attitude, Fu Yanle added, "But this meal is definitely not going to be very pleasant. If you don't mind, I'll take you with me."
"I'm going to keep you company, not really for lunch, so of course I don't mind." Yu Jingchen patted Fu Yanle's head. "Alright, go get ready."
"Yes, ma'am!" Fu Yanle got off the ground, put his hands on his hips, and hopped inside with unprofessional tap dance steps.
Yu Jingchen watched for a few seconds and thought that Fu Yanle's dancing looked more like "duck hopping" than "tap dancing." He asked, "Aren't you in pain anymore?"
"Ouch!" Fu Yanle immediately adjusted his walking posture, one hand supporting his waist and the other covering his round buttocks, and sluggishly moved forward.
Yu Jingchen put down the documents, walked over and patted Fu Yanle's hand behind his back, saying, "This is too exaggerated, I have to report you for faking an accident."
"I'm not trying to scam you. I have evidence, okay?" Fu Yanle opened the wardrobe door, lifted the hem of his shirt, and pointed to the mark on his side. "Look at this, isn't this a dog bite or pinch?"
And it wasn't just his waist. Fu Yanle had looked in the mirror in the bathroom earlier and saw marks on his neck, back, inner and outer thighs... even his buttocks! The only difference was that the marks on the other places were from pinching and kissing, while those marks were from being bumped, rubbed, and slapped!
Absolutely outrageous!
Fu Yanle lowered his clothes and said, "I don't care. As long as the mark disappears, I am still seriously injured. You have to take responsibility for me and serve me well."
“Yes.” Yu Jingchen stepped forward. “Then, esteemed Mr. Lele, what would you like to wear today? I will assist you in changing.”
Fu Yanle pointed to a row of coats, thought for a moment, and said, "How about this, I'll wear the black one, you wear the white one, and then we'll wear matching turtleneck sweaters, okay?"
Matching outfits?
Yu Jingchen raised an eyebrow and said, "Of course, but I don't have a white coat. Would you like to lend me yours?"
“You’re taller than me, and my clothes are generally a size smaller than yours, so you might feel uncomfortable wearing them. But it’s okay, look—” Fu Yanle quickly and decisively picked out a white wool coat and held it up to Yu Jingchen. “Wow, it looks great! Try it on!”
Yu Jingchen paused for a few seconds, then reached out and took the coat. "You bought this for me?"
"If it wasn't me, it could be a ghost." Fu Yanle rolled her eyes and reached out to take the bathrobe that Yu Jingchen had taken off. "I originally wanted to choose black for you, but when I looked through the closet, all the coats were black, so I chose white for you. I also picked out a few other ones for you: camel, coffee, cool gray, cool tea color, and a gray-green one. They're all very nice, and each has its own design, suitable for everyday wear and parties."
He tossed his bathrobe aside and said in a condescending tone, "Young man, don't always wear black. The styles are all pretty much the same, and people will think you don't change your clothes all winter, you know?"
"Okay." Yu Jingchen cupped his face and rubbed it a few times. "Thank you, Lele. I'll wear everything you bought."
Fu Yanle smiled with satisfaction, then pushed Yu Jingchen in front of the full-length mirror and said, "Brother Chen, look at yourself, you look so damn handsome! Your broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs make you the perfect candidate for an overcoat. And white isn't as cold and domineering as black, it makes you look even more like a hypocrite!"
He clapped his hands, let out a affected "Wow!", and said smugly, "My boyfriend is so handsome!"
Yu Jingchen himself didn't care about appearances, but whenever he thought of Fu Yanle, he would secretly feel fortunate: luckily, his parents had given him a decent face, at least not worse than Su Fengyao's, although it didn't really matter, Fu Yanle was still not his. But at least when he fantasized about being in the same space as Fu Yanle, the two of them looked like a perfect match.
"Brother Chen!" Fu Yanle noticed Yu Jingchen staring blankly at the mirror and couldn't help but poke his abs. "Are you mesmerized by your own handsomeness?"
Yu Jingchen snapped out of his reverie. "No." He paused. "It's just that I feel Lele is really good to me."
"Compared to how good you are to me, what am I? Besides, you're my boyfriend, it's only right that I'm good to you." Fu Yanle scratched his ear sheepishly, then quickly held up four fingers to swear, "I'll always be good to you, and even better to you!"
Yu Jingchen smiled, his eyes unusually upturned.
"Yes," he said. "I will always be good to Lele."
Fu Yanle pulled him to the bedside, turned around, took two sweaters from the closet, threw them on the bed, and said without turning her head, "You wear the black one."
“Okay.” Yu Jingchen first took off his coat, put on a sweater, and then put it back on. He then walked to the standing mirror to straighten his collar.
Fu Yanle ran over excitedly and presented the small box in front of Yu Jingchen like a treasure, "Look!"
Yu Jingchen's vision blurred as the contents of the box blocked his view. He remained silent for three seconds, then pressed the box down with his forehead and said, "Lele, it's too close."
"Huh?" Fu Yanle looked up and realized that he had directly pressed the gift box against Yu Jingchen's face.
“…Okay.” He lowered his wrist. “Then take another look.”
Yu Jingchen lowered his gaze.
The gift box contained two watches. The straps appeared to be rose gold, and a small, three-dimensional gold rose adorned the center of the black dial. The slender, matching hands resembled rose stems. Clearly, this was a timepiece with a small rose as its central design element, a clever design with a classic and elegant feel.
Even though Yu Jingchen had seen countless watches, he still couldn't tell which model it was.
Fu Yanle had been observing his expression, and seeing this, she couldn't help but cautiously probe, "Do you think it looks good?"
The tone was a mix of trepidation, anticipation, and a hint of "you'd better die if you don't give me face." Yu Jingchen suddenly had a flash of inspiration and a guess came to him. He immediately nodded and said, "Beautiful. This unique design transcends ordinary aesthetics; it's clearly the work of a master."
"Hehe!" Fu Yanle was immediately satisfied. "This is my design! It's mine!"
Yu Jingchen suppressed a laugh, feigning surprise by raising an eyebrow. The next second, he regained his composure and said gently, "This is truly unexpected, yet perfectly reasonable. Just as Grandpa Lu said, our Lele is multi-talented. What can't she do? Not to mention designing a watch, even designing a clock would be a piece of cake for her."
Fu Yanle was flattered by this honest praise and said while untying the watch, "This is the drawing I made, the materials I chose, and I also consulted a professional designer to help me make some adjustments. Finally, I had a watchmaker make it."
He helped Yu Jingchen put on the watch, adjusted its position, and then clapped his hands like seals. "Beautiful! My taste is truly extraordinary!"
Creating a table takes time, ranging from a month to a year; it's impossible to say it's perfect right away.
Yu Jingchen pursed his lips, looked at Fu Yanle who was completely infatuated, and said, "Lele, when did you design this watch?"
"The night I first kissed you," Fu Yanle said, making a counting motion with his fingers, "I paid three times the price, having the watchmaker risk his life for me, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to give it to you this year. Look—"
He raised his left hand; there was a watch on his wrist and a ring on his middle finger.
"I'm not afraid to tell anyone that I belong to you."
Author's Note:
Wearing a ring on the left middle finger generally indicates being in a passionate relationship or engaged; here, the meaning of "in a passionate relationship" is used.
I noticed some people don't know where to check the word count for the gifted post. It's all on Weibo. Since I usually post "carcar" (a type of virtual gift), I've set it to be visible only to followers. Weibo used to often take my pictures away from my feed. I originally wanted to post them on the flower market (another online marketplace), but I have to log in every time, which is too troublesome (waves hand).
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