Chapter 290 (Update 2901)
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Feng Que didn't want to put pressure on Mu Shaowu, so after saying what she wanted to say, she didn't linger on the topic of relationships. Instead, she asked with concern, "How's your audition preparation going?"
Mu Shaowu was taken aback when he suddenly changed the subject, and after a moment of surprise, he replied, "It's alright."
"I'll take another look for you in a couple of days, just to be on the safe side."
Mu Shaowu thought about it and agreed.
Anyway, they've talked things out now, so it's better to be open and honest than to be awkward.
"Okay," he replied.
The two chatted about other things before ending their afternoon tea after finishing the cake.
Feng Que took a taxi. He hadn't slept all night and had been up all morning, so he certainly didn't dare to drive while fatigued.
Upon seeing this, Mu Shaowu drove him back to his residence here.
"Thank you," Feng Que said.
"You're welcome."
Old Master Feng watched through the glass as Feng Que got out of Mu Shaowu's car, thinking to himself: "I knew it! Why did he suddenly rush over like that? He tidied himself up and then hurriedly left again. So he had an appointment with Mu Shaowu."
After entering Fengque, he asked, "Did Shaowu bring you back?"
“Yes.” Feng Que did not deny it.
"You came here suddenly and then went to see him. Is there something important that you need to discuss?"
Phoenix Palace: ...
Feng Que was a little embarrassed.
He paused for two seconds before saying, "I confessed my feelings to him."
Grandpa Feng: !!!
"Confessing your feelings?!"
Feng Que scratched his neck. "Hmm."
"So you two are now..." Old Master Feng asked, somewhat puzzled.
We're still friends.
Grandpa Feng: ? ? ?
Grandpa Feng felt even more confused.
Didn't you confess your feelings?
How can we still be friends?
If you agree to that, then you have to be lovers.
If he hadn't agreed, would his grandson still be in such a good mood right now?
"I confessed my feelings, but Shaowu said he doesn't have any plans to date right now. He just wants to focus on his work and take good care of Xiaoxi. So we decided to stay friends for now, and we'll talk about dating when he decides he wants to."
Grandpa Feng understood. "It's like you've put in line first. If he ever has this idea in the future, you'll be the first one."
Feng Que nodded. "Mm."
"What if he doesn't have it?"
Feng Que said calmly, "Then I'll just wait for him."
Grandpa Feng: ...
"If he never comes, are you going to wait for him your whole life?"
Feng Que smiled. "If I hadn't met him, I wouldn't want to be in a relationship right now, so I'd still be single, wouldn't I?"
"The result is the same anyway, so it doesn't matter."
Compared to that, meeting Mu Shaowu was better, Feng Que thought. At least now he knew what it was like to like someone.
In a sense, Fengque still has a romantic spirit deep down.
Although he had never been in love with anyone, he was essentially like many other literary figures who believed that love was a beautiful thing.
It is precisely because it is so beautiful that it is something that can only be encountered by chance and not obtained by chance.
Feng Que dislikes blind dates, not only because he has no interest in the other person, but also because he dislikes this kind of openly priced arrangement where everyone lays out their conditions, weighing their own assets and comparing the other person's wealth, as if if two people have roughly the same hand, they can fall in love, get married, and stay together for life.
This is not the kind of love he wants.
Love shouldn't be so worldly and rigid.
It should happen unexpectedly; he may not have noticed it before, but when he suddenly looks back, he is amazed and stops to admire it. Or it may happen someday after a long time, when quantitative change leads to qualitative change, and he is surprised to find that he actually loves him.
However, neither of these situations should involve sitting at the dining table like bound dolls, discussing a shared future when you don't even know each other.
Therefore, Feng Que is tired of blind dates, refuses blind dates, and avoids blind dates.
He doesn't demand that he can truly fall in love with anyone in his lifetime, or feel that "meeting someone you like is already a kind of luck."
He follows nature.
But fate was kind to him, and he actually met such a person.
Feng Que did not lie to Mu Shaowu. He was indeed very grateful to him for finally giving him the opportunity to send out the letter he had.
That letter, which had been dormant for twenty-seven years, had been weighed down by the river of his life.
That letter, which he thought he might never send.
Sending a letter feels good, especially knowing that the recipient, while not planning to reply yet, doesn't intend to discard it.
Feng Que really liked this feeling.
This is a rare and wonderful feeling that many people can never experience in their entire lives.
Therefore, he sincerely hoped that Mu Shaowu could also understand.
Regardless of the time.
"I'll go up first," Feng Que said.
Before meeting Mu Shaowu, he didn't feel tired, but now that he had met him, his tense nerves relaxed, and the fatigue from not sleeping for 38 hours came rushing over him.
Feng Que wanted to take a hot bath and then take a nap.
Upon seeing this, Old Master Feng asked him, "Will you come to Shao Wu's house for dinner tonight?"
"I think I'll pass," Feng Que said to him. "You're going because of Xiao Xi, but your relationship with Xiao Xi is between the two of you. It would be too presumptuous for me to go now. Besides, who goes to someone's house for dinner right after confessing their feelings?"
Grandpa Feng thought about it and agreed.
He had insisted on getting close to Ye Qingxi despite Feng Que's objections, and although the outcome was good, he still made the child sad for a few days along the way.
Therefore, this time, Grandpa Feng does not intend to interfere again.
It's no use him, an outsider, interfering in matters of the heart.
Besides, regardless of whether Feng Que and Mu Shaowu get together or not, he and Ye Qingxi are still great-grandfather and great-grandson.
Of course, it's rare for his grandson to like someone, who is also the father of his great-grandson, so Grandpa Feng sincerely hopes they can be together.
"Then you can eat by yourself," said Grandpa Feng. "I'll come back after I finish eating."
“Okay,” Feng Que replied. “Then please eat more.”
Grandpa Feng chuckled, "Then you don't need to worry. The food at the Mu family's house really suits my taste. Not only the food, but the people are also a good match. I eat much more at their house than at home."
“That’s really rare,” Feng Que said. “Why don’t you ask Uncle Mu if he can give you half a year’s card, and I’ll top it up for you for a whole year?”
Grandpa Feng: ...Don't even mention it, if Mu Feng dares to do it, he really is willing to spend money!
"You should go to sleep," Old Master Feng said disdainfully.
After dropping Feng Que off, Mu Shaowu checked the time. If he went to the mall now, he probably wouldn't be able to shop for more than a few minutes before he had to pick up Ye Qingxi. So he turned the car around and drove towards Ye Qingxi's school.
When Ye Qingxi arrived at the school gate, school had not yet ended.
Mu Shaowu thought for a moment and then made a phone call to his childhood friend.
Qiu Xuan was looking at documents in his office when his phone suddenly rang.
He glanced at it and saw it was Mu Shaowu. He answered with surprise, "Why do you have time to call me today?"
Mu Shaowu: ...
"I... ran into some trouble," Mu Shaowu said somewhat embarrassedly.
"What is it?" Qiu Xuan asked, puzzled.
Mu Shaowu: ...
"So... someone confessed their feelings to me."
Qiu Xuan thought it was something else entirely.
"Is this a big deal? Ever since you started school, you've had a constant stream of people confessing their feelings to you. The most I've ever had was one person at the same time of day, morning, noon, and night, and they were all different genders. If you ask me, the real issue is when you confess to someone yourself."
Mu Shaowu: "...That's still not quite the same."
"How is it different?" Qiu Xuan said, then sat up straight, excitedly asking, "You agreed?!"
"No, not at all."
“That’s it.” Qiu Xuan leaned back again.
"But I didn't completely refuse," Mu Shaowu said somewhat guiltily.
Qiu Xuan: ? ? ? ! ! !
"What's the meaning?!"
"That's right. Although we're still friends now, I might... consider him if I'm dating in the future."
Qiu Xuan: ? ? ? ! ! !
"Are you raising fish?!"
“Right!” Mu Shaowu thought so too. “I knew they were treating people as backup options.”
"Otherwise what? Either you refuse outright and never be friends again, or you accept. What kind of nonsense is this?"
Mu Shaowu sighed, "It's not that I felt he was being too humble, I couldn't bear it, so I..."
Qiu Xuan: ? ? ?
Qiu Xuan sensed something was off. "Humble? Not many of the people who confessed to you before could be so arrogant in front of you, right?"
"You don't actually like him, do you?!" Qiu Xuan exclaimed in shock.
"Of course not." Mu Shaowu said without hesitation, "I'm not thinking about dating right now!"
"So you're raising fish here?"
“I refused, but he said he would take the bait if I wanted to, and asked me to give him a hook.”
"And then you gave it to me?"
Mu Shaowu: ...
Qiu Xuan chuckled, "No wonder you called me. You yourself probably think there's something wrong, Mu Shaowu. You're about to fall in love!"
"Don't talk nonsense! How could that be!" Mu Shaowu refused to admit it.
"Then why don't you give me a hook?"
Mu Shaowu: ? ? ? !!!
"Don't joke like that now, I'm easily taken seriously!"
"Just kidding." Qiu Xuan said helplessly, "But think about it yourself. The junior who was pursuing you before, and the senior, were so sincere. Especially the junior, she even cried her eyes out. You only gave her paper, not a hook."
"That's because I like men."
"You didn't give anything to your senior either, you just said sorry."
Mu Shaowu: ...
Mu Shaowu also felt that his behavior was a bit abnormal.
"I think it's because he adopted too humble a stance," he said, trying to justify himself. "You know, I respond better to gentle persuasion than force."
"So, is it because the senior wasn't humble enough?"
Mu Shaowu: ...
"But I don't like him," Mu Shaowu pondered. "I don't miss him much when I don't see him, and I'm not particularly surprised when he confesses his feelings. It's obvious that I don't have those kinds of feelings for him, right?"
"Do you hate being with him?"
"That's not bad."
What about physical contact?
Mu Shaowu instantly recalled the hand that Feng Que had held, the body that had been close to him, and...
And that night, he got a little drunk and actually touched Feng Que's eyes.
In Mu Shaowu's opinion, Feng Que's most handsome features were undoubtedly his eyebrows and eyes.
His mixed heritage gave him striking, deep-set eyes and an undeniable handsome appearance.
His green eyes, inherited from his grandmother, added to the beauty of his features.
He had always wanted to see his eyes up close.
But usually, he only thinks about it.
That night, after getting drunk, he actually went over and stared curiously into his eyes.
At that time, their noses almost touched.
Their breaths mingled, so close they could touch.
For some reason, he reached out and gently stroked his eyes.
"So beautiful." He said what he should have kept to himself.
Feng Que looked at him, her eyelashes trembling slightly between his fingers. Mu Shaowu felt as if he could smell the aroma of the red wine that he had personally brewed.
“Speak up,” Qiu Xuan interrupted him.
Mu Shaowu hurriedly pulled himself out of his memories.
“I don’t know either,” he said.
They didn't actually have much close contact.
However, he didn't seem to dislike what he had done.
"Tsk tsk tsk," Qiu Xuan clicked his tongue, "You don't know? You actually don't know?"
"Not knowing doesn't mean you don't dislike it, right?! If you disliked it, would you say you don't know?!"
"That's not like," Mu Shaowu said in a low voice.
"That's why you didn't agree to be with him," Qiu Xuan diagnosed him. "You don't dislike him, you're willing to get to know him, and you'll take special care of him. You probably have feelings for him, but they're just feelings, and the level of feelings isn't too high. That's why, although you treat him differently, you don't really like him yet."
"Really?" Mu Shaowu was very skeptical.
"It's alright," Qiu Xuan said calmly. "Anyway, he wants to take your bait, right? Then give him a chance and let him pursue you. Once he starts pursuing you, you'll naturally know what kind of feelings you have for him."
"But I don't want to be in a relationship right now."
"Then let him wait." Qiu Xuan was Mu Shaowu's friend, so he only cared about Mu Shaowu. "These days, you have to wait for a table even if you go to a popular restaurant. Who is Mu Shaowu? The second young master of the Mu family, the school heartthrob since childhood, a top star in the entertainment industry. The people who pursue you could stretch from here to the Pacific Ocean. If he can't even wait three to five years, then does he deserve to say he likes you, or that he deserves to be with you?"
"That'll be perfect. He can just walk away, and you can continue with your life. Time will automatically filter things for you, won't it?"
Mu Shaowu thought about it and felt that it made sense.
He did not demand that Feng Que remain faithful to him forever. He could like him now, or like someone else in the middle when Feng Que received a letter but did not reply. He would not restrict him, nor would he make him do anything for him. Therefore, Feng Que was free to leave at any time.
When he decides to reply to Feng Que's letter, start their romance, and let Feng Que pursue him, his own heart and feelings will tell him, during Feng Que's pursuit, whether he is willing to be with this person forever.
“So just do it at your own pace,” Qiu Xuan said. “Those who love you will continue to love you, and those who are willing to wait for you will continue to wait for you. Even those who have had a crush on someone for ten years can hold on. He has another hook on his side. If you can’t hold on to this, then he’s nothing special and not worth you making this call to me specifically for him.”
"Impressive," Mu Shaowu couldn't help but say. "You really do have a lot of experience in this area."
"That's right, I'm a master of romance," Qiu Xuan said smugly.
"So, who is this lucky person who got your golden fishhook?" Qiu Xuan asked curiously.
Mu Shaowu smiled and said, "When he stops waiting in line and starts being allowed into my shop, I will tell you his name."
“Then I’m really looking forward to it,” Qiu Xuan replied.
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