Chapter 288 (Bonus Chapter)
288:
Although Ye Qingxi was supposed to be Grandpa Feng's tour guide, he still had to attend classes, so they could only go out together on Saturdays and Sundays.
Normally, I can only invite him to my home for meals.
In Ye Qingxi's words, "Grandpa Feng came early for my sake, and now he's all alone, which is a bit pitiful."
“When I was in S City before, he invited me to his house for dinner, so now I’m inviting him to our house for dinner. It’s fair that we give and take.”
"Dad, Grandpa, what do you two think?"
Mu Shaowu had no objection to this.
Mu Feng didn't have it either.
It's just an extra pair of chopsticks, nothing serious.
So, Ye Qingxi sent a dinner invitation to Grandpa Feng the next day.
Upon hearing this, Grandpa Feng happily took a car to the Mu family's residence.
After dinner, I took Aristotle and Cotton Candy for a walk with Ye Qingxi.
Aristotle ran very fast, and the marshmallow, not to be outdone, kept running forward as well.
Ye Qingxi hurriedly hugged the cotton candy to her chest and kissed its head, "You run too fast, I can hardly keep up."
Cotton Candy calmed down in his arms, nuzzling her head against Ye Qingxi's chin affectionately, and nestled obediently in his embrace.
Grandpa Feng remarked with emotion, "It really likes you very much."
"It's very affectionate," Ye Qingxi said proudly.
His cotton candy is the cutest and most obedient kitten in the world.
Looking at him, Grandpa Feng thought he was the cutest and most obedient little cat in the world.
During this period, Feng Que did not appear.
Ye Qingxi was actually quite curious and wanted to ask what Grandpa Feng, Feng Que, was doing now.
Are you busy?
Why else wouldn't he come over?
Or has the end of the fake boyfriend relationship had some impact on his father and Feng Que, making their relationship awkward?
Ye Qingxi didn't know.
After thinking it over, he decided to take the initiative to send Feng Que a WeChat message on the weekend.
At that time, he wanted to take Grandpa Feng out for fun, so he could naturally ask Feng Que what kind of attractions Grandpa Feng liked, which attractions he had visited before, and then ask him if he wanted to come over, and if not, why.
Ye Qingxi had made all the plans and was just waiting to send the WeChat message on Friday night, but Feng Que appeared first.
He didn't go to Ye Qingxi, but went to Mu Shaowu instead.
On Thursday morning, Mu Shaowu was discussing auditions with his agent when he suddenly saw Feng Que's name on the caller ID.
"Hello," Mu Shaowu answered.
"Have you been busy these past few days?" Feng Que's voice sounded a little unnatural. "Let me treat you to dinner. Do you have time?"
Mu Shaowu: ? ? ?
Mu Shaowu asked, puzzled, "Why are you suddenly inviting me to dinner?"
After a two-second silence, Feng Que slowly spoke, "I have something I want to tell you."
Mu Shaowu: ? ? ?
Another message?!
Mu Shaowu was somewhat puzzled, "What can't be said on the phone?"
Why do we have to talk about it while we're eating?
"Let's talk in person," Feng Que said. "Don't worry, I won't take up too much of your time, an hour or half an hour will do."
"Is it okay?" he asked.
Mu Shaowu thought it was a good idea.
After all, he can't be so busy that he can't spare an hour.
"Then let's do it this afternoon." After he finished speaking, he remembered something and said, "I forgot you're not here with us right now, so how about tomorrow, tomorrow afternoon?"
"It's alright," Feng Que said. "I'm back now."
Mu Shaowu glanced at the time on his phone. "It's only 10:30. What time is your flight?"
If it weren't for the fact that he was taking Ye Qingxi to school, he would never have gotten up so early.
There's nothing wrong with Feng Que, so why fly so early?
Phoenix Palace: ...
Feng Que boarded the plane at six in the morning. After landing, she tidied herself up after not sleeping all night before calling Mu Shaowu.
"What would you like to eat?" he changed the subject.
Mu Shaowu was easily led astray by him.
"Let's have afternoon tea," Mu Shaowu said. "Perfect timing. I'll have lunch with Xiaoxi at noon, then we can have your afternoon tea, and then we can do some shopping to buy him some clothes for the changing season, and then I can pick him up from school right away."
"Okay." Feng Que had no objections. "Then is there a tea restaurant you'd like to go to?"
"There's one that's alright, I'll send it to you in a bit."
"Okay, see you this afternoon."
See you this afternoon.
After Mu Shaowu finished speaking, he hung up the phone and sent the address of the tea restaurant over.
But what does Feng Que intend to say to him?
Mu Shaowu rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought.
Forget it, he gave up again.
Given Feng Que's extraordinary logic, even if he racked his brains, he probably wouldn't be able to figure it out, so let's just wait for him to reveal the answer himself.
With that thought in mind, Mu Shaowu continued talking to his agent about the audition.
After having lunch with Ye Qingxi at noon and taking him to his student dormitory, Mu Shaowu drove to the tea restaurant.
When he arrived, Feng Que was already there.
Mu Shaowu checked his watch and confirmed that he was not late, which meant that Feng Que had arrived early.
However, he had already arrived ten minutes earlier than the agreed time, yet Feng Que was even earlier.
He really is... quite punctual.
"Are you done with your work?" Mu Shaowu sat down opposite him.
"busy?"
Mu Shaowu nodded.
"You didn't come with your grandfather, were you busy?"
Phoenix Palace: ...
In a sense, Feng Que is indeed busy.
But it wasn't the kind of "busy" Mu Shaowu imagined; he was busy thinking about the two questions Mu Shaowu had asked him back then—
Why do you insist that I agree?
"Do you really want me to try it with you?"
Feng Que pondered for three days and finally figured out the answer to this question.
So he took the next available flight overnight, wanting to formally and seriously tell Mu Shaowu what was on his mind.
"What do you want to eat?" Feng Que asked him.
Mu Shaowu opened the menu, ordered a tiramisu, and a drink.
Feng Que ordered a strawberry cake—he remembered that Mu Shaowu seemed to really like strawberries.
"Speak, what do you want from me?" Mu Shaowu asked him after the drinks were served.
Feng Que looked at him, feeling unconsciously a little nervous.
“I apologize for what happened three days ago,” he said earnestly.
"I shouldn't have been so hasty, presumptuous, and abrupt as to ask you that kind of question, and I certainly shouldn't have tried to solve the problem that way. Love is a very serious matter, and it shouldn't have been treated like that by me, especially you. Your first love shouldn't have been used as a tool to solve problems, casually brought up by me."
"This is very disrespectful to you. It's my fault; I was too hasty and disrespectful in this matter."
Mu Shaowu listened and felt that he was taking it too seriously.
"It's nothing," Mu Shaowu said with a smile. "It's not a big deal."
The main problem is that he simply didn't take that matter seriously.
So, there's no need for him to issue such a formal apology.
"You didn't invite me here just to tell me this, did you?" Mu Shaowu asked in surprise.
There's no need for that. You'd be better off doing something else with that time!
“This is one of them,” Feng Que said.
"What is the second one?"
After Mu Shaowu finished speaking, the cakes they had ordered were served.
Mu Shaowu was already torn between tiramisu and strawberry cake, and now seeing the bright red strawberries in front of Feng Que made him even more envious.
Feng Que felt his gaze and pushed the cake out, saying, "Let's each cut it in half. I kind of want to eat your tiramisu."
"Okay." Mu Shaowu replied without hesitation.
He cut a strawberry in half and gave it to Feng Que, then had Feng Que cut it in half for him, and then forked a strawberry.
It's very sweet and flavorful; Mu Shaowu thinks it's pretty good.
Seeing that he liked it, Feng Que gave him all the strawberries.
"It's a bit too sour for me," he said gently.
Mu Shaowu thought he really thought it was sour and said in surprise, "It's actually quite sweet."
"I think it's a bit sour."
"That's true," Mu Shaowu thought to himself. "Everyone has different tastes and their perception of sweet and sour is different. What he thinks is already very sweet might be sour to Feng Que."
He thought it was no big deal, but it was a big deal for Feng Que.
He ate another strawberry and pressed on, "You still haven't told me what the second reason you invited me here was?"
Hearing his words and seeing his cheeks puffed up slightly from chewing, Feng Que's heart, which had just calmed down, tensed up again.
He tried to make his voice sound more natural, and to make his tone formal but not serious.
"The second is..."
"In the days since I left you, I've been thinking about that question you asked me before: why did I insist on you saying yes? Why did I insist on trying with you? I thought about it for a long time, and only last night did I finally confirm my answer—"
"Because I like you, I want you to say yes, I want you to try with me."
Mu Shaowu froze, the strawberry in his mouth stuck there, and for a moment he forgot to chew.
"That afternoon, the day Xiaoxi stumbled upon the truth, I noticed you were distracted. I knew you were afraid he would overhear, so I wanted to ask you, what would you do if he did hear it?"
"But I know the answer without asking."
“You’ll probably say, ‘Let’s wrap this up and end our fake relationship.’”
"So I didn't ask."
"I wanted to ask, but I didn't, because at that time, I was already rejecting that outcome and was afraid that you would say those words."
"So when I found out that Xiaoxi really knew about this, and that he and my grandfather would both be hurt because of it, I wanted to prevent the harm from happening, and that method unconsciously came to my mind."
"Because that way you won't have to wrap up filming, and we can continue our relationship, or even take it a step further. You're single, and I'm single too, so maybe we'll actually get together?"
Feng Que said, "My subconscious realized my feelings for you before I did, so it took the initiative to try and keep you here."
“You’re right. There are many ways to solve a problem. I don’t have to try with you or with others. I could have my own biological child or adopt a child related to me by blood. These things would make my grandfather happy. As for Xiaoxi, I could make it up to him in other ways. But I chose a way that complicated the problem.”
"That's because, from beginning to end, in my subconscious and in my heart, only you have ever been inside, so I would never have such thoughts about anyone else."
"I can only think of you, I only hope that it is you, and I can only allow it to be you."
"Mu Shaowu, I am very grateful that you agreed to play my boyfriend before. I am honored and happy to have worked with you for so long."
"I like you, and I want to be with you, not in a fake, easily ended relationship, but in a serious relationship that could lead to marriage, so..."
Feng Que looked at him, his heart pounding like a drum, so loud that he could barely hear his own voice.
"Can I pursue you, Mu Shaowu?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
