Chapter 33 But You Didn’t Keep Me
Fu Ci pursed his pale lips and said in a low voice, "Brother, I'm hungry."
"Hungry?"
Lu Shiyan thought he had misheard and was slightly surprised. Then when he asked Aunt Liu to call him downstairs to eat just now, wasn't it because he ate too much at noon, but because he was not feeling well and didn't want to eat?
A trace of embarrassment emerged on Fu Ci's pale face, and he replied in a low voice: "I didn't eat lunch, and now I'm so hungry." After he said that, his stomach actually rumbled a few times at the right time.
Lu Shiyan asked in shock: "Didn't you and Ji Lin go to another private room to eat?"
"I even helped you settle the bill before I left. After all, it's not nice to let a classmate you just met pay for your meal."
Fu Ci's tone was full of self-righteousness, and there was a hint of grievance in his voice. "I want to have dinner with my brother, but he's on a blind date, and he thinks I'm in the way." As he spoke, his already red eyes became even redder.
"When did my brother think you were a nuisance?" Lu Shiyan sighed.
Fu Ci grumbled a little, "But you didn't even keep me."
Lu Shiyan thought about the lunch he couldn't eat, and a feeling of loss surged up again. He tried to explain, "I thought you wanted to have dinner alone with Ji Lin?"
Fu Ci was stunned for a moment, and tears soon filled his eyes. He looked extremely aggrieved, "I don't want to eat with him. I don't know him well."
"I just took his car to go find my brother."
Somehow, the vague annoyance that had been accumulating in Lu Shiyan's heart disappeared in an instant, and his little fool seemed to still be his little fool.
He brought a hair dryer and helped Fu Ci blow dry his hair, which was still covered in moisture. He asked softly, "What do you want to eat, Ci? I'll make it for you."
It’s so late, Aunt Liu and the others must have gone to bed long ago.
Fu Ci raised her moist peach blossom eyes and asked curiously, "Brother, can you cook?"
He had seen Lu Shiyan meticulously handle his work, seen him navigate the world of fame and fortune with ease, seen him lose his usual calm and tense demeanor and become soft when drunk... but he had never seen him cook.
Fu Ci was so itchy for a moment that he looked at Lu Shiyan with undisguised enthusiasm and affection.
Lu Shiyan felt a little embarrassed when he looked at him. He raised his hand to cover his lips and coughed softly, "But I only know how to cook noodles."
Fu Ci looked at him expectantly, "Okay, then let's eat noodles. Brother, I also want eggs."
"Okay, I'll make you some egg noodles."
Before leaving, Lu Shiyan reached out and touched Fu Ci's forehead, feeling uneasy. Seeing that the temperature had finally dropped a little, he felt relieved. "When the medicine is almost finished, ask me to remove the needle for you."
In the spacious and bright kitchen, Lu Shiyan found noodles from the refrigerator, and took out a bunch of green vegetables and two eggs.
Aunt Liu heard some movement in the kitchen and quickly put on her clothes. Seeing Lu Shiyan cooking, her eyes were full of surprise. She hurried over and said, "Master, what do you want to eat? Let me help you make it."
Lu Shiyan said softly, "No need, Aunt Liu. Ah Ci is feeling unwell and is on IV drip. He said he was hungry so I came to make him some noodles."
"Go and rest."
When the water boiled, he put the noodles in to cook and beat two eggs on top. Finally, when the noodles were almost done, he added the green vegetables and sprinkled some seasoning.
Aunt Liu was very pleased to see that the two brothers were now on such a good terms. "Then I'll go and rest first. Master, please put the used dishes in the sink and we'll wash them tomorrow morning."
"Okay, Aunt Liu, go and have a rest."
Lu Shiyan tasted the saltiness with chopsticks, and suddenly a pair of strong arms wrapped around his thin waist, and then his back was pressed against a hot chest. The chopsticks in his hand couldn't help but fall into the pot.
He whispered angrily, "Aci, stop it."
Fu Ciguang's muscular upper body was naked, wearing only black pajamas. His big furry head rested affectionately on Lu Shiyan's shoulder. He took a deep breath and said with a double meaning, "Brother, you smell so good!"
Lu Shiyan thought he was talking about noodles, and looked at him sideways with a frown of disapproval, "The water is finished so quickly?"
"Did you pull out the needle yourself?" He grabbed Fu Ci's hand that was around his waist. Fortunately, there was no swelling or bleeding, and his face relaxed. "Are you feeling any discomfort anywhere else?"
"No, much better."
Fu Ci seemed to become more clingy and sweet-mouthed when he was sick. "I'll definitely be all right after eating my brother's loving noodles."
Lu Shiyan couldn't help laughing, "Then why don't you go sit at the dining table."
It was not known whether Fu Ci did it intentionally or unintentionally, but his hot breath sprayed all over Lu Shiyan's fair and sensitive ears. He was ticklish and immediately shrank his neck.
Fu Ci's eyes grew red with envy, and he subconsciously licked his dry lips. A smile filled his eyes, like the clouds clearing up after the rain, and his eyes were filled with stars. He deliberately softened his voice and said, "In the future, I want to find a wife as virtuous as my brother."
The gentleness in that tone was like the rippling surface of a lake, slowly and shimmeringly, yet solemn and pious.
Lu Shiyan's heart moved, and when he looked sideways at Fu Ci's charming peach blossom eyes, he felt that they were shimmering and bright. He subconsciously looked away, "Ah Ci is so handsome, there must be many people who like him."
"No." Fu Ci used his slightly curly long hair to cover half of his face every day, and wore black-framed glasses for years to avoid unnecessary trouble.
He said seriously, "I just want my brother's favor."
"So, brother, can you be my wife?"
Lu Shiyan thought he was just a child, and said with a bit of a smile: "How can my brother be your wife since he's a man?"
"You are twenty years old now. If you want a wife, you can try to get in touch with girls."
Fu Ci immediately became unhappy. His dark eyes were like thick ink that could not be dissolved. A barely perceptible sharp light flashed across his eyes. "Just like how my brother treated that sister today?"
"Is that sister pretty?"
Lu Shiyan really didn't pay much attention to Ji Qingyu. After knowing that she was Gu Yian's cousin, he automatically classified her as a younger sister in his heart.
But from a man's perspective, Ji Qingyu is undoubtedly good-looking. She has a superior family background, has received higher education, is graceful in her speech and manners, speaks intellectually and humorously, and is very good at livening up the atmosphere. She is an excellent wealthy socialite.
So Lu Shiyan nodded without any bias, "Yeah, it looks good."
Fu Ci was angry, and his eyes and eyebrows were filled with a crazy possessiveness that he could hardly suppress. The big hand that was around Lu Shiyan's waist couldn't help but pinch the soft flesh on his waist. He only let go when he heard Lu Shiyan's "hiss" in pain.
"Brother, who is prettier, her or me?"
Lu Shiyan's hand that was packing noodles suddenly trembled, and some soup splashed out. He glanced sideways and met Fu Ci's peach blossom eyes full of expectation, as well as that extremely aggressive, gorgeous, and almost enchanting face. Although he didn't understand why Fu Ci wanted to compete with Ji Qingyu?
But he still smiled and said, "You are good-looking. Our Ah Ci is the best-looking."
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