Chapter 11 Sweet and Cute
Fu Yanle felt like he was having a split personality lately. The more lewd and violent he was when chatting with Lu Minghe, the more virtuous he was in front of Yu Jingchen.
Yu Jingchen was only four years older than him, but the air of someone who was in control of everything and whose word was law was not the same as that of a dashing and debonair man; it was the majesty of a superior.
While Fu Yanle and Lu Minghe were climbing trees and walking their birds naked, Yu Jingchen was already locked in a Go battle with Old Master Yu. While Old Master Lu was beating and cursing them with a dog-beating stick, they had already moved from an executive position to a decision-making position in the company.
Yu Jingchen was the model child from a young age. When the elders in the industry talked about the eldest son of the Yu family, they always praised him. Now, when they talk about the new head of the Yu family, who doesn't both respect and fear him? He has always lived a day as if it had 48 hours, so Yu Jingchen's "actual age" is fifty years old.
Aside from awe and distance, Fu Yanle held some admiration and respect for Yu Jingchen. Therefore, he subconsciously adopted the attitude he would have shown to an elder brother or senior, not daring to act like the scoundrel he had with Lu Minghe. He was even more dignified than a scale.
But alcohol is a good thing. After drinking it, the fake skin will peel off on its own, revealing raw flesh.
“Brother Chen, let me tell you something.” Fu Yanle ate a slice of fatty beef, picked up his wine glass, and got up to go to the opposite table. “I’ve never been controlled by my parents. My mother passed away early, and my father was obsessed with sex. He only had two things to do every day—make money and sleep with people.”
Yu Jingchen responded softly and took out a tissue to wipe the red oil from the corner of his mouth.
“I was seven years old when I first caught him in bed with his mistress at home. I didn’t understand then, but I felt disgusted. I jumped on the bed and stomped on his rotten penis. After he threw me off, I ran away crying. At that time, the Lu family and the Fu family lived in the same area. Old Master Lu was walking his parrot outside when he saw me and said I was useless and not a man!” Fu Yanle was still angry when he remembered it and punched Yu Jingchen in the leg.
Yu Jingchen felt a pain in his thigh, but he didn't care and just listened quietly.
Fu Yanle said fiercely, "A man should have guts." I immediately threw a punch, but I lost. He carried me back like a chick. From that day on, I started playing with Lu Minghe.
Yu Jingchen said, "You don't like the Fu family. You spend two-thirds of the year at the Lu family's house, but you still manage to meet your father's mistress. So, Grandpa Lu simply moved to a place a little further away from the Fu family. You and Lu Minghe are both troublemakers, and Grandpa Lu often chases you around."
“That’s right, Lu Minghe and I often run along that stretch of road outside the Lu family’s house. I remember the Yu family’s old house is also in that area. Your family’s gatekeeper might have even seen me running like the wind.” Fu Yan chuckled, then tilted his head and leaned against Yu Jingchen’s shoulder like two buddies. “I really want a dad. Just have a meal with me during the New Year, and call me every ten days or so, Brother Chen…”
He rubbed his head and, meeting Shangyu Jingchen's lowered gaze, sincerely suggested, "Why don't you really become my father? It would be quite prestigious if word got out. You'll have a son soon, and I'll have a father later."
"Rejected." Yu Jingchen looked at Yunhe, whose eyes were red from the smoke. "I can have meals with you every day, call you, do what Fu Sheng couldn't do, and do everything other kids can do."
Yu Jingchen pinched Fu Yanle's chin, his gaze falling on the reddened corners of his eyes. "But Yanle," he said softly, "my kindness to you is not because I want to be your father."
Fu Yanle was in a bad mood after seeing Gu Jiming today, but Yu Jingchen coaxed him into being happy. This mix of sadness and joy caused his emotions to pile up, and he rambled on in his drunken state. However, he could now detect a hint of displeasure in Yu Jingchen's seemingly calm eyes.
"Why are you so serious?" Fu Yanle said. "Are you taking this seriously?"
Yu Jingchen pinched his chin as if punishing him, "You're putting on such a pitiful and aggrieved act, do you expect me to pretend I'm watching a play?"
"Oh dear! You're not my dad, you're my—" Fu Yanle couldn't say the word "husband," so she smoothly changed her lines, "You're my man!"
"..."
The title was full of the simplicity of the Loess Plateau. Yu Jingchen paused for a moment, then let go of her hand.
Fu Yanle touched his chin, looking somewhat aggrieved, and said, "It hurts a little when I touch it. Did you pinch me until I got a bruise?"
Yu Jingchen glanced at his normally fair chin and said with a half-smile, "Want to try out the feeling of real green?"
"No, thank you." Fu Yanle straightened his head and stood up, smiling. "It's no fun with a blue chin, Brother Chen. If we're destined to be together, you can let me have a blue chin in another place, that's fine too."
Yu Jingchen reached out and hooked Fu Yanle's belt, giving it a slight tug. "Trying to run away after playing dirty tricks?"
When Fu Yanle fell, he lost his balance and knelt on one knee on Yu Jingchen's thigh. As he swayed, his gaze fell on Yu Jingchen's lips, which were red from the burning sensation, and then slid down to him before reaching out to unbutton the first button of Yu Jingchen's shirt.
"Say one more thing and I'll run." Fu Yanle used his index finger to pry open the hand on the belt, his eyes falling on Yu Jingchen's knees, and he moved restlessly inward. "I've never done this with anyone. Brother Chen, if you can sleep with me, I'll willingly unbutton your clothes, down there."
Just as that brazen gaze was about to touch the forbidden area, Yu Jingchen suddenly stood up, grabbed Fu Yanle's chin, turned him around, and pinned him against the edge of the table.
"What's wrong?" Fu Yanle raised an eyebrow. "Brother Chen, you're a respectable person. We can't force you to do this."
Yu Jingchen's cheek brushed against the corner of Fu Yanle's eye, wiping away a tiny wet tear. Their ears brushed against each other, creating a slightly warm sensation. Yu Jingchen's thumb, which was resting on Fu Yanle's chin, lifted slightly and pressed against his slightly parted lips, his voice tinged with amusement.
"We'll need this when the time comes."
*
That very evening, the deputy sent the promotional photos to Fu Yanle and also wrote a short essay of about 200 words praising her as "as beautiful as a lotus emerging from clear water," naturally beautiful without needing any editing, with a great sense of the camera, and so beautiful that people exclaimed "Wow!"
Fu Yanle was very pleased and gave his deputy a small red envelope of 200 yuan, forcing him to buy a cup of milk tea the next day and continue to maintain his excellent virtue of "sweet talk".
The assistant, moved to tears on the other end of the Wi-Fi connection, sent Fu Yanle the latest schedule, indicating that the production team would officially announce the guest lineup this Saturday, and Fu Yanle would need to forward it and write a positive, sweet, and cute promotional message.
Don't worry, being sweet and cute is something I'm very good at.
When the deputy saw the WeChat message, he really wanted to reply with "You foul-mouthed rat, no one is better than you," but he didn't dare. He sincerely expressed his trust and secretly decided that he would keep a close eye on Fu Yanle and salvage the program's positive image as soon as possible.
This moment arrived five days later.
At 9 PM on Saturday, the deputy, holding his son in one arm and his phone in the other, nervously accessed Fu Yanle's Weibo page. He saw that Fu Yanle had reposted the official announcement and sweetly wrote: "[I am Fu Yanle, waiting for your heart to flutter on the journey of stardom (frog heart emoji)]"
The deputy was overjoyed, but when he swiped to the comments section, his newly warmed heart instantly turned ice-cold—
[The Star Movement actually invited you? Is the production team crazy, or am I?]
The stunningly beautiful Fu Yanle: [Sure, it's you, you're—a buzzing little bee all day, with a twitching, epileptic mouth. If the mental hospital doesn't accept you, I'll say they can't handle it. (Frog making a heart shape.jpg)]
[Waaaaah, my handsome son is finally going to be on TV! Go, baby! I'm rooting for you!]
The incomparably beautiful Fu Yanle: [Chirp~]
[You even got a piece of the action in the variety show that Zongchen invested in. Looks like you're really "working hard" to become famous. How's your health lately? You need to maintain sustainable development, otherwise you won't be able to continue.]
The incomparably beautiful Fu Yanle: [A big sum of money is better than empty words of concern; her foul mouth is questionable, I wonder if she can withstand a beating. (Frog puzzled.jpg)]
[Wow, this is trending! This guy is so incredibly handsome! The cloud-patterned makeup makes him look like a fairy, almost like a fallen demon, so cute!]
The stunningly beautiful Fu Yanle: [Thanks to the makeup artist (hamster hands clasped.jpg). The makeup technique isn't difficult; you can learn it, and you can get a great photo any location.]
[One bad apple spoils the whole bunch; with you around, I'm not watching this show.]
The incomparably beautiful Fu Yanle: [A bat with chicken feathers stuck in its shell, what kind of bird are you? (Panda Dame.jpg)]
One thought can lead to heaven, another to hell!
The deputy couldn't bear to watch any longer. He was torn between applauding and wailing, but ultimately, his sense of duty as a working man prevailed over his pure emotions. He logged out of Weibo and sent a message to Fu Yanle, this living ancestor: "My dear Fu Yanle, how are you?"
Fu Yanle, who was on the front lines of surfing, quickly replied: 【My dear, I'm fine.】
Second-in-command: [Sweet and cute?]
Fu Yanle spoke righteously and indignantly: [Character Portrayal.]
The assistant was exasperated: "Sweetness and cuteness are the main themes of the show!"
Fu Yanle confidently declared: "Taking an unconventional approach leads to overnight fame; being unique is a recipe for success."
“That’s true.” The deputy silently wiped away tears of bittersweet agreement, picked up his three-year-old son, and said in a deep voice, “Son, promise me, when you grow up, you will never be like Fu Yanle, okay? Dad can’t out-argue you, and I might die young.”
The three-year-old cutie stared with her big, dark grape-like eyes, grinned, and gave him a little slap.
That night, Star Journey occupied six spots on the trending search list, with each guest taking one spot. Among them, Fu Yanle, who had the fewest fans, was ranked the highest, hanging in the second row all night. Those who knew him affectionately called this result "Fu Studies".
In the comments section, Fu Yanle's fans and admirers, emboldened by his three consecutive wins, showered him with compliments.
Fans initially tried to suppress the negative comments, but Fu Yanle's reply countered the trend, and the popularity only increased. As a result, the top three comments were all negative.
"..."
Yu Jingchen exited the third top comment, lowering his hand holding the cigarette, his tone slightly cold, "Does he look like he has a sugar daddy?"
“Some people tend to be more hostile towards their own kind who are beautiful.” The butler withdrew his hand that had been secretly liking the post. “This is the norm in Young Master Fu’s comment section. He’s handsome, speaks gently, has a lovely temper, and dresses impeccably, which always leads to misunderstandings. Young Master Fu doesn’t seem to care. If you mind, sir, I’ll handle it?”
“…Never mind, I’m overstepping my bounds and might upset him.” Yu Jingchen scrolled down and his eyes darkened when he saw the fourth top comment.
[Wow, this guy is flanked by Meng Xinqiu and Gu Jiming! They look so good together!]
Yu Jingchen crushed the spark with two fingers, instantly extinguishing the tiny spark.
Author's Note:
Da Yu: What pairing? Get lost!
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