Chapter 85 Arrested on the Spot
Although ice cream has a market on snowy days, it is a niche product. Therefore, Fu Yanle did not have to wait long before taking the food bag containing ice from the store clerk.
The seats inside the store were already occupied by customers eating desserts and drinking milk tea. When Fu Yanle left, he took a special look up from the entrance of the ice cream shop and found that this position was not safe. If Yu Jingchen left the bookstore and then looked down, he could spot him at a glance.
This place is not safe to stay for long.
Fu Yanle immediately walked along the innermost passage, turned into the rest area next to a children's playroom, and then unhesitatingly occupied the rest chair closest to the inside.
This area is in a blind spot of the upstairs area, and most of the people coming and going on the rest path are parents with children, making it an ideal spot.
Fu Yanle, with his back to the others, rubbed his hands excitedly. He pulled a cup of rose taro balls from the ice pack, opened the lid, and quickly wolfed it down.
The sensation of ice cream rushing down his throat was a bittersweet experience; Fu Yanle had to exhale after every bite.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his pocket. Fu Yanle, who was holding a spoon in his mouth, took the phone out.
Chen Ge: [Aren't you coming back yet?]
Fu Yanle glanced at the time and realized it was indeed a bit late, so he immediately replied: [I'm waiting here, bro, take your time choosing.]
Yu Jingchen replied with an "okay".
Whether it was psychological or not, Fu Yanle always felt that the word "good" was ambiguous.
Fu Yanle quickly finished showing off a rose taro cup and a hazelnut puff cup, feeling as if his tongue and throat were frozen solid. He hurriedly opened his mouth to breathe and waved his hand in front of his mouth several times.
Sweet! I've risked my life for ice cream!
Fu Yanle rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand and opened the third Oreo Strawberry Original Flavor Double Drink.
Just then, his phone started vibrating continuously. Fu Yanle glanced at it and was startled by the words "Brother Chen." Just as he was about to answer, he heard a child and his parents arguing behind him.
"..." Just in case, Fu Yanle hung up the phone and then sent a message on WeChat.
[I was pulling up my pants just now, so it wasn't convenient to answer. I'll be up right away.]
Fu Yanle took a breath, put his phone back in his pocket, and quickly showed off his third cup of ice cream.
"Wow! Mom, this big brother has such long legs!"
A child's innocent voice came from behind, and Fu Yanle gently curled his lips: "You have no knowledge. My brother Chen's legs are really long!"
Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Fu Yanle swallowed the ice cream in his mouth and wondered which inconsiderate person was disturbing his ice cream display. He turned his head and glanced at the person. His slightly furrowed eyebrows straightened up instantly when he saw who it was!
Yu Jingchen stood behind him, holding a phone in one hand and stuffing the other in his coat pocket, looking down at him. In that instant, not only did Fu Yanle's eyebrows tighten, but he felt as if his brain had stood on end!
He hurriedly stood up, causing the Oreo crumbs in the ice cream cup to wobble slightly.
Yu Jingchen bent down, picked up the packaging bag, shook the two empty cups inside, and glanced at the time. If Fu Yanle's arrival at the ice cream shop and time spent queuing for his order took fifteen minutes, then Fu Yanle only took about five minutes to finish the two ice creams. He glanced at the cup in Fu Yanle's hand and noticed that only half of the ice cream remained.
The capacity of a small milk tea cup, two and a half cups, five minutes, on a snowy day, only a ruthless iron man would dare to show off like this, right?
Fu Yanle felt a chill run down his spine from the stare and couldn't help but whisper, "Brother, I—"
Before he could even speak, Yu Jingchen had already turned and left. Fu Yanle panicked at the sight and quickly jogged after him.
Both of them were tall with long legs, and when they walked quickly with long strides, they resembled two tall, spinning tops.
Yu Jingchen went directly down to the underground parking garage and walked towards his parking space.
Fu Yanle exclaimed, "I'm doomed!" and immediately rushed over to pull open the passenger seat, fastening his seatbelt first. He was still holding the half-eaten cup of ice cream in his hand, unsure whether to eat it or throw it away. Fu Yanle couldn't help but bang his head against the back of the seat, utterly on the verge of tears.
How exactly did he get caught red-handed? Could it be...?
Fu Yanle suddenly glanced at his left hand. Could it be the location on the watch? He glanced at Yu Jingchen's cold and stern face out of the corner of his eye, took out his phone, and secretly logged into the dedicated software that could check the locator. He found that there was no previous login record.
Since learning about the location information on the chart, Fu Yanle also downloaded dedicated software as a precaution, so he could locate Yu Jingchen's exact position if necessary. Furthermore, their login records were shared; meaning that whenever Yu Jingchen logged into the software to check his location, Fu Yanle could also see his login history.
Since there is no login record, it means that Yu Jingchen did not catch him based on the location on the table. So how did he catch him?
Fu Yanle recalled the rest area and was certain that it was indeed a very safe place.
However, this issue can be explored in detail later. Right now, the most important thing is: how can he get Yu Jingchen to speak?
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After enduring silence the entire way, the black luxury car drove into the garage. Yu Jingchen unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car, without ever glancing at Fu Yanle.
Fu Yanle bit his lip, quickly got out of the car, and followed Yu Jingchen like a little tail, his footsteps treading through the snow. Passing a trash can, he put the melted ice cream cup inside.
The butler was watching TV in the living room when he saw Yu Jingchen and Fu Yanle enter one after the other, and the atmosphere seemed less intimate than usual. He raised an eyebrow. He turned off the TV and said to Fu Yanle, "Feiyu Zhai just delivered a lot of things, saying that Young Master Fu chose them today. I've put them in the storeroom. And this—"
He picked up the square box on the coffee table. "This was given to Young Master Fu by Boss Du."
As they were talking, Yu Jingchen had already gone upstairs.
Fu Yanle glanced up, walked to the sofa, took the box, and weighed it in his hand, finding it surprisingly light. He guessed it contained a long robe made by Du Jiuwei, and said to the butler, "Thank you, I'm going upstairs."
"Alright." The butler watched Fu Yanle go upstairs very quickly. "Did he anger the master?" He whispered a guess and immediately left the main building.
Fu Yanle entered the master bedroom and found that Yu Jingchen was not in the room.
Fu Yanle's phone vibrated in his pocket. He opened it and saw a private text message.
Jiu'er: [Brother, please remember to save your little brother! Every word you say will make my life a little stronger. No matter how difficult it is, we have to try!]
"Ah, that makes a lot of sense, but it's a pity." Fu Yanle sighed. He was now in a precarious situation, barely able to save himself.
Half an hour later, Fu Yanle carefully pushed open the door to the study.
Yu Jingchen wasn't working at his desk, but rather sitting on a single sofa by the window reading. He was a man who always paid attention to his appearance; even when seated, he maintained an upright posture and an extraordinary air. His white turtleneck sweater and silver-rimmed glasses gave him a gentle yet ascetic air, while black trousers hugged his straight, long legs. The black furry slippers he wore were a matching pair that Fu Yanle had bought for him.
Fu Yanle glanced down at the white fur slippers on his feet, pursed his lips, and closed the study door behind him. In the past, when he stepped into the study, Yu Jingchen would look up at him, but now he had quietly walked to Yu Jingchen's side, and the other party did not pay him any attention.
You won't like seeing me angry.
Fu Yanle suddenly remembered what Yu Jingchen had said. At that time, he thought he wasn't afraid of Yu Jingchen getting angry, but now, facing such a cold Yu Jingchen, he couldn't help but feel flustered.
At this moment, Yu Jingchen turned the page of the book, a small movement that drew an extremely jarring line in the silent space.
Fu Yanle stood next to Yu Jingchen. He could see the title of the book, Simone de Beauvoir's "All Men Are Mortal," and he could also smell the cool, light fragrance of tea emanating from Yu Jingchen.
“…Brother.” Fu Yanle finally spoke.
Yu Jingchen did not answer, but simply placed the bookmark next to him on the current page, then closed the book, showing no intention of paying any attention to Fu Yanle.
Fu Yanle clenched his hands slightly on his thighs, took a step forward, lifted his knee and slid up against Yu Jingchen's leg, then sat down. Yu Jingchen finally looked up, and Fu Yanle quickly reached out and hugged his neck, whispering, "Pay attention to me."
He used that "ah" perfectly, no longer as a casual interjection, but as a blatant display of coquetry. Normally, Yu Jingchen would fall for this, but now he simply said, "I don't want to talk to you."
"Don't ignore me." Fu Yanle was also domineering when he was being affectionate. He frowned his handsome eyebrows, put on a wronged expression at Yu Jingchen, and said, "You can't ignore me."
"Why not?" Yu Jingchen put his arm around his waist, his tone cold. "Lele, you've made me angry, you know that?"
Fu Yanle's heart tightened, and he quickly said, "I was wrong, really, I won't do it again."
“A person who has truly reflected on their actions will not only be able to say ‘I was wrong,’” Yu Jingchen said.
"I really know I was wrong. I shouldn't have sneaked off to eat ice cream, and I ate quite a lot." Fu Yanle pressed her forehead against Yu Jingchen's forehead and gently rubbed it several times. "Brother, I won't do it again."
“There’s nothing wrong with being greedy. It’s okay to disregard your health for food as long as it doesn’t happen often.” Yu Jingchen looked at the glint in Fu Yanle’s eyes and said in a low voice, “It’s fine to lie to me to do these things, but you shouldn’t have lied to me again on WeChat and then hung up on me, telling another lie.”
Yu Jingchen sighed, "Lele, what are you doing?"
Fu Yanle shook his head repeatedly and explained in a low voice, "I lied on WeChat because I felt it was taking too long, so I wanted to keep you calm. When you called, I was afraid that other people's voices would arouse your suspicion, so I hung up. Then I was afraid that you would worry, so I sent you a message on WeChat."
"You've really got the nerve to make stealing ice cream sound like you've done something incredibly horrible, Lele." Yu Jingchen patted Fu Yanle's waist. "Is it comfortable sitting like this? Get up first."
Fu Yanle immediately stood up obediently, but unexpectedly, Yu Jingchen tried to walk past him after getting up. Fu Yanle quickly reached out and grabbed Yu Jingchen, then pushed him forcefully onto the single sofa, leaned down quickly, and used his mouth to hold Yu Jingchen's trouser button.
Yu Jingchen slammed against the soft backrest, his eyes filled with anger as he looked at Fu Yanle.
"Fu Yanle, what are you going to do?"
Author's Note:
Xiao Fu: I'm doing...dying. (Flips fingers)
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