Chapter 43 Ordinary people certainly wouldn't
The combination of these four characters was so bizarre, it sounded like a bedtime story for young children, and Mu Yan didn't immediately understand it.
Is Mr. Shang... completely out of his mind?
He felt embarrassed by Shang Qiyue's actions, so he turned his head slightly and awkwardly changed the subject, asking if Shang Qiyue's takeout had arrived.
Seeing that Mu Yan's face was burning red, Shang Qiyue stopped joking. He reached out and pinched Mu Yan's cheek, then made a phone call to urge the hotel to hurry up.
The takeout arrived shortly after. After dinner, Shang Qiyue, feeling a bit unwell from lying in bed all day, pulled Mu Yan to snuggle on the sofa and watched a movie.
The next day, Mu Yan woke up on time before the alarm clock rang, preventing it from waking Shang Qiyue.
He took the day off to take his mother to dialysis, and if he gets back early, Shang Qiyue should still be in bed.
But just as he was about to get up, the person beside him grabbed him and pulled him back into bed.
Mu Yan was taken aback, and patted Shang Qiyue's arm reassuringly: "You can sleep a little longer. It's only a little past five o'clock. I'm not going to work today. I should be back when you wake up."
"No." Shang Qiyue's voice was muffled. "I've asked a caregiver to take her away. You stay here with me."
Shang Qiyue hadn't mentioned hiring a caregiver to Mu Yan before, and Mu Yan was afraid he was still half asleep and taking his dream seriously: "When will you...?"
Shang Qiyue seemed to have misunderstood his question. He turned his head away guiltily, buried his face in Mu Yan's neck, and tightened his arms, as if deliberately avoiding his gaze.
"...when you finished taking leave."
Mu Yan didn't react for a moment. He still wasn't sure if Shang Qiyue's words that morning were just sleep talking. So for a couple of seconds, he remained silent.
During the brief silence, Shang Qiyue pulled him even closer.
Are you... angry?
Shang Qiyue's voice sounded hoarse and weak.
"I just want you... to spend more time with me, since you're going to take the day off anyway."
"I'm not angry with you," Mu Yan said softly. "Would you like me to lie down with you for a while longer, or should I get you some breakfast?"
"You're angry inside. That's just how people like you who are usually good-tempered are..."
Mu Yan found it somewhat amusing; Shang Qiyue's words were quite strange, whether because he had just woken up or because he had a fever.
This is truly a case of "wanting to find fault, one can always find a pretext."
Mu Yan was about to explain when Shang Qiyue spoke up again: "Don't be angry. Just spend this one day with me, okay? I always feel really, really bad on this day in the middle, and I just happened to hear you calling to ask for leave. I didn't mean to stop you from seeing your aunt... I'll go with you to see her next time."
"I'm really not angry..." Mu Yan explained softly. Seeing that Shang Qiyue seemed not to believe her, she went along with him and said, "Okay, then next time, sir, accompany me to see my mother. My mother likes you very much too."
"I also think Auntie is quite kind," Shang Qiyue mumbled. He spoke the last half of the sentence in a low and fast voice. When Mu Yan asked him what he had said, he stopped talking and just shook his head with his eyes closed.
Mu Yan vaguely heard a few words, which were probably about his mother. Mu Yan thought that he might not have a good relationship with his mother, so he didn't ask any further questions.
All he needed to do was make Shang Qiyue happy and comfortable; this was not something he should know.
He has inadvertently said a lot of things he shouldn't have these past few days. Hopefully, Shang Qiyue will forget them when he comes to his senses.
For Shang Qiyue, the vulnerable period in the following days was far less difficult than the first few days when he was suddenly drained of energy and the middle days when his fever was at its worst.
So much so that when he woke up on Friday, the first thing he realized before his susceptible period was over was that the person in his arms was gone.
He instinctively reached for Mu Yan's clothes to hug, but when he stood up, he realized that the headache and dizziness had disappeared.
He calculated the days and it seemed that his susceptible period was over.
The phone was charging on the bedside table. It was fully charged when I unplugged it. Shang Qiyue had been living in a daze these past few days, so Mu Yan must have charged it for him.
Mu Yan is always so meticulous and thoughtful; being with him makes every breath of air feel comfortable.
He opened his phone and saw that he had cleared all the work messages a few days ago, even while enduring dizziness; only a few missed calls remained on his personal number.
What's gotten into Fu Jiayan? I called him five times, and it turned out he was the one calling me all of them.
He dialed back, and Fu Jiayan's voice on the other end of the line sounded somewhat reproachful: "Why did it take you so long to call back? Did something happen?"
"My susceptible period," Shang Qiyue said, somewhat displeased. "How come you can't even remember my susceptible period?"
"I remember you were in your most vulnerable period. Why is it now? It's come early."
After being reminded by him, Shang Qiyue opened the calendar and calculated the date, which seemed to be about half a week earlier.
Is it because of Mu Yan?
The doctor told him that his fertile period was longer than usual, and if it came earlier, it might actually be a sign that the treatment was working and that his pheromone disorder was improving.
"It seems a bit ahead of schedule."
“Damn it,” Fu Jiayan laughed and cursed, “You haven’t been answering my calls, I thought something had happened to you, so I called Luo Cheng in a panic, but he told me that you’re still replying to work messages as usual, you just don’t want to talk to me.”
“That’s true,” Shang Qiyue said nonchalantly. “During my sensitive period, I feel like I’m about to die. I can’t help it with work. What serious business could you possibly have with me? Why would I bother with you? It’s not like you would bother with me during your sensitive period.”
Fu Jiayan laughed: "What a coincidence, I do have something important to discuss."
Fu Jiayan's family business is managed by his grandfather, and he hasn't fully taken over the reins. He's even more idle than I am; what serious business could he possibly have? Shang Qiyue raised an eyebrow: "You and Lu Zhi are getting engaged?"
"Yes, you really know me."
"How about I arrange a bachelor party for you?"
“Then there’s no need,” Fu Jiayan refused. “How old are you? I’m two years older than you.”
Shang Qiyue almost laughed when he heard his sanctimonious demeanor.
"Really don't want it?"
"It's just an engagement, not a wedding. Let's do that before the wedding," Fu Jiayan smiled. "But haven't you always been uninterested in these kinds of things?"
"I'm not interested, but my best friend is getting married, how could I not come?" Shang Qiyue laughed. He paused, as if remembering something, "By the way, can I bring someone to your engagement party?"
Fu Jiayan was taken aback, a rare occurrence: "Leading a team? This is the first time I've seen you lead a team in all these years. Is it the beta you mentioned last time?"
Fu Jiayan was in his hotel bed at the time. When he heard him say this, Lu Zhi, who was on the other side of the bed, turned her head slightly.
“The invitation was sent to your house a while ago,” Fu Jiayan smiled. “Go to the research institute. I’ll be going back to the company later.”
After the call ended, Lu Zhi smiled and asked, "Was that Shang Qiyue? Is he seeing someone? When did this happen? I've never heard you mention it."
Fu Jiayan thought for a moment and couldn't remember when Shang Qiyue first mentioned the beta: "It seems like it was not long ago, but I'm not sure exactly when."
"I'm quite curious about who they are."
“Anyway, we’ll see you on our engagement day,” Fu Jiayan stood up, walked to the coat rack, picked up his coat, and put it on. “I have to go to the company in a bit. Do you want me to take you home?”
Lu Zhi shook her head: "No need, with the chaos at home, I don't want to go back."
"Then... shall I take you back to the apartment next to the company?"
“I don’t want to go there either. If I go back there, Aunt Liu will tell my dad, and then he’ll ask me why I didn’t come home. I told him I was with you today, and he won’t ask anymore.”
"Has it been arguing a lot lately?" Fu Jiayan asked, a little puzzled. "Xiao Chong has already gone home, so why are they still arguing?"
Even the usually good-tempered Lu Zhi frowned slightly when family matters were mentioned.
“My dad has actually compromised. He told Xiao Chong that he didn’t want to go to S country to take on overseas projects, so he let him go directly to headquarters. But Xiao Chong wants to get his small company profitable first and find someone who can replace him before he goes to headquarters.”
Fu Jiayan frowned: "What are you doing? How much money can a small company make in a year? But your dad has been waiting for so long, he doesn't care about these few more days, why does he have to hold a grudge against your brother?"
"Yes, it's a matter of both sides taking a step back. I don't understand it either. My dad checked his small company, and it seems he has very little or no shares at all. Even if it starts to make a profit, he won't get much money. I don't know what he's thinking all day."
Fu Jiayan was also somewhat puzzled. Even if one person held 60% or 70% of the shares in a company of that size, they could only earn a few million a year at most. The Lu family's business had a daily turnover of more than that.
And why doesn't Lu Chong invest? That's really strange.
"Alright, stop thinking about it. I've been pondering this for days and still can't figure it out. Why are you wasting your time?" Lu Zhi smiled helplessly. "Aren't you going to the company? Go ahead and get busy. You don't need to check out when you go downstairs."
Fu Jiayan was about to agree when he heard the second half of her sentence, and his face immediately froze.
"Are you going to call people again? Lu Zhi, we're getting engaged soon."
"You said it yourself, we're not married yet, right?" Lu Zhi looked at him and said calmly, "I definitely won't play around after we get married."
"It's that Francis again. Does he really like brandy pheromones that much?" Fu Jiayan asked.
"No, it's not him. It's a minor celebrity someone recently introduced me to. His latest drama is quite popular; I don't know if you've seen it..."
"You don't need to compare yourself to them." Seeing Fu Jiayan's unpleasant expression, Lu Zhi smiled and considerately picked up a scarf to wrap around Fu Jiayan's neck. "Who would take a mistress they keep on the side seriously?"
Yes, who would take a mistress they keep on the side seriously?
“Of course, ordinary people wouldn’t,” Fu Jiayan said calmly, looking at her. “But your family has a criminal record, doesn’t it? And it’s not just your dad. Lu Chong seems to take his mistress very seriously. You can investigate further. Maybe the name of his small company is related to the name of the person who holds the most shares.”
Lu Zhi was stunned.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
