Chapter 70 What happened
Li Zimai had a headache looking at the sample materials piled up in the back seat. The last time he went to the project site, his uncle insisted that he take the sample materials back to the studio and show them to the client next time. Li Zimai threw the sample materials into the car and stacked them neatly. It was only when he drove out today that he remembered that the sample materials had not been unloaded yet.
Bei Yiqing naturally sat in the co-pilot seat and tried to find topics to talk about along the way, talking about interesting things in Mili, his internship at a certain master's studio, and asking Li Zimai what direction he planned to focus on in the future.
Li Zimai didn't reply, but only said: "It's been a hard day, aren't you tired?"
Bei Yiqing fell silent. He looked at the other man's hand gripping the steering wheel, slender and beautiful as always, his knuckles raised high. Looking up, the profile of his face was particularly handsome and clear in the flickering light from the window. Only when he got closer could he see the small mole on the tip of his nose...
Noticing that burning gaze, Li Zimai said without even looking up, "Can you please stop looking at me?"
Bei Yiqing laughed and said, "You look like this, and you don't allow people to look at you?"
Li Zimai fell silent. He looked at the old lady in front of him who was pushing a shopping cart across the zebra crossing. The old lady was walking too slowly. When she saw the red light was about to come on, she got anxious and fell down. Passersby were reluctant to help her because ordinary people could not afford the risk of being blackmailed.
If it were Cheng Che, he would have gone over and carried the old lady across the street. Maybe he could have carried her home directly and cooked a meal at the same time.
Li Zimai parked the car on the side of the road, opened the door, got out, and helped the old lady cross the road in the busy traffic. The old lady held his hand and expressed her gratitude.
Bei Yiqing couldn't describe the feeling, only a tingling sensation in his heart. After Li Zimai returned to the car, he tried to find a topic to talk about during the car ride that was about to end. "Don't you play with your classmates at school? I see you never join the seniors every time they invite you."
"dislike."
"You and Cheng Che are similar. He doesn't attend parties either. I see him always alone..."
Bei Yiqing saw his relaxed fingers slowly tighten their grip on the steering wheel, and his suspicions were largely confirmed. He continued, "It was the same when he introduced himself last time. He ran out of words and kept to himself every day. But he's really good, especially at parametric analysis. Few of my foreign classmates can compare to him."
Li Zimai said in his heart: I taught you.
"I added him on WeChat in the group, but he didn't agree. He's too aloof. How can I interact with others in the future?"
They also discussed this topic together. Li Zimai said that Cheng Che didn't like talking to people, so how would he discuss projects with the client after graduation? Cheng Che said that he was a technical worker and only needed to draw pictures and talk less.
Li Zimai smiled and put forward the ultimate goal, "We can set up our own studio in the future. I will be responsible for external communication, and you will be responsible for internal work. We can then work together to come up with plans and designs, and see our works come to fruition together."
Cheng Che rolled his eyes at him and said he didn't want to work with someone with OCD.
Li Zimai hugged him and kissed him all over, kissing the left cheek and the right cheek, and made gestures on his face, saying that Cheche looked too symmetrical and that it cured his obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Cheng Che sat on him, pinched his neck, and said, "I hate it when you do this."
She always left symmetrical marks on his body. When his left thigh was pinched red, she would pinch the right one too. But Li Zimai never disliked the asymmetrical scar on Guo Chengche's waist. He left many affectionate kisses on it.
Bei Yiqing saw the flash of pain in his eyes.
When they arrived at the Jiang family, Li Zimai threw the car keys to the housekeeper, saying that he wanted to change a car and asked the housekeeper to unload the things in the car.
Bei Yiqing followed him into the Jiang family mansion. It was not his first time here, but he was always shocked by the low-key yet luxurious scene.
The Jiang family made their fortune in the early years by relying on the real economy. When they became rich, they sent their children to join the military and administration. The capable ones who became high-ranking officials left the family, and those who were not good at politics went into business or engaged in academia and art. The head of the family is usually the most capable business figure of the next generation.
The Jiang family has been bringing up their children in an extremely strict way since childhood. Their children never act domineeringly or bully others. They are low-key in their work and life and have almost no scandals. The industries they work in are closely related to the general direction and they have the support of their superiors. They have been smooth sailing for many years and have a solid foundation.
Because he was not born as an heir, Li Zimai was Li Qing's personal educational mission from the moment he was born. She trained Li Zimai and wanted him to become a world-class cellist, but her son was raised in a wrong way. Not only did he give up the cello, but he also made her worry about his sexual orientation.
Li Zimai brought Bei Yiqing back and first politely explained that he had no intention of falling in love. He also told Li Qing not to do such things in the future and that he would be responsible for his own life.
Li Qing smelled cigarette smoke on him and said with a straight face, "Can you really take responsibility? My brother said you went to see a psychiatrist last week because of insomnia."
Li Zimai glanced at Jiang Xun, who was holding his knife and fork, his head lowered, intently eating. Li Zimai explained wearily, "Poor sleep quality is a common problem for our generation. I just accept the psychological pressure calmly."
Li Qing asked: "What pressure do you have? Tell me."
"I'm an adult now. I can regulate my emotions myself. Do I have to tell my mother everything?"
At the end of his words, his tone became heavier than he could control, and he was on the verge of a meltdown. "Okay, Xiaoqing is here, I don't want to talk to you anymore."
Li Zimai nodded, "It's our family dinner, why did you ask me to bring my classmates?"
Jiang Xun saw that Li Qing's expression was not right, so he quickly stopped Li Zimai and said, "Mother doesn't want to talk to you anymore, didn't you hear?"
Li Zimai laughed and said, "You don't want to talk to me, and sometimes I don't want to talk to others either. Why can't you understand me?"
Li Qing put down the cutlery and said, "Xiao Qing, I'm sorry for today. I have some housework to take care of. Can I invite you to my home next time?"
After Bei Yiqing left, Li Qing controlled his emotions and discussed with Li Zimai again, "Now that there are no outsiders here, you can tell me about your pressure."
Li Zimai laughed at himself, "You clearly know the answer, so why are you asking me? Do you really want me to expose my scar again?"
Why did everyone come to ask him what was wrong, and if he was feeling bad? He didn't want to repeat over and over again that he was abandoned by Cheng Che, how sad he was, he couldn't sleep, and was woken up by nightmares all night long. He dreamed that Cheng Che's face was covered in blood, and that Cheng Che was dead. No one knew how scared he was when he saw Cheng Che lying there that day. He was so scared that he could no longer sleep.
Li Qing had never heard him speak in such a tone before. She stood up, hugged Li Zimai, and apologized to him, "I'm sorry, it's Mom's fault. Mom won't ask anymore, I won't ask anymore."
Li Zimai's throat tightened, as if all the blood had been sucked out of him. His heart beat dryly and mechanically, "...Please stop caring about me, okay? I don't want to be in a relationship anymore."
The fearless Li Zimai no longer wants to love anyone.
After Li Zimai left, Jiang Xun comforted his mother: "Don't be sad, Zimai is just in a bad mood."
Li Qing said worriedly, "He's never been like this before. When I'm not home, he always sleeps until noon. How could he have insomnia?"
"That day, Cheng Che fainted in front of him. He was taken to the hospital and the doctor said he would have been beyond saving if he had been any later. He was frightened. You know Zimai has never seen such things since he was a child."
Li Qing asked, "Did you deal with the matter about Cheng Che's father last time?"
Jiang Xun said, "The source of this matter wasn't Cheng Che's father. It was the child himself who was too worried and always worried about dragging Zimai down. In addition, Zimai really didn't handle the matter of his father well, which led to the current situation."
Jiang Xun sighed, "I was wrong too. I should have warned him at that time."
Jiang Xun knew this day would come as early as when his assistant handed him the information. What he didn't expect was that Li Zimai would fall so deeply. He originally planned to let Li Zimai train himself and grow quickly in this relationship that he didn't think much of.
Li Zimai drove to the back street. He knew that Cheng Che would come out to pick up the garbage on time at 10:30 every weekend and then go back to the dormitory after get off work.
The junior student with two faces came less often, perhaps because he was scared away by Cheng Che's cold attitude or for some other reason. Li Zimai was not interested. He just wanted to know whether Cheng Che was doing well.
Li Zimai saw Cheng Che eating, studying and working alone every day, living the same life as in his freshman year. He felt relieved but also uncontrollably sad. How could Cheng Che be so cruel? It was as if he had never loved him. He was the only one who was sad.
Cheng Che came out early tonight, but he packed his things slower than usual. The ribbons should have been put in the wrong bag, but he put them in the wrong place and took them out again. He didn't even wear gloves in such a cold day. His ears were frozen red, and he even coughed a few times while leaning against the wall.
Li Zimai put his hands on the handlebars, then took them back. He didn't want to be deprived of the last place where he could peek at Cheng Che, and he didn't want to hear Cheng Che say "thank you" to him calmly. He sent a message to Yang Mingxi, asking if Cheng Che had a cold.
Yang Mingxi sighed. It had been several months, and everyone thought that the two gods of Jianyuan had broken up. Only Yang Mingxi knew how complicated the relationship between them was.
He originally thought that Li Zimai had not given up and Cheng Che had let it go, but one night when he got up to go to the bathroom, he heard Cheng Che's voice in a daze. He didn't know whether he was dreaming or calling him. Yang Mingxi whispered back, "Sorry, I'm going to bed right away. Sorry to bother you..."
When he stepped onto the ladder, Cheng Che shouted again, very softly, like the kind of breathless sound pressed down in the throat, as if he was crying and as if he couldn't breathe. Yang Mingxi was scared and thought Cheng Che was sick again.
After the last fainting incident, even the dormitory manager asked him to pay more attention to his roommate's health.
Yang Mingxi rubbed his eyes, tiptoed to Cheng Che's pillow and called him softly. Cheng Che did not wake up, as if he was trapped in a nightmare. After a while, Yang Mingxi clearly heard the word "Lizimai".
Yang Mingxi, a grown man, felt his tears well up in the middle of the night. He wanted to send a message to Li Zimai, saying that Brother Che was still calling his name in his sleep, and asked them to make peace and stop bothering him. But after he had typed the message, Yang Mingxi deleted it. He was afraid that if he sent this message, Li Zimai would dump him again. After all, he had seen how heartless Cheng Che was during the day.
[Yang Mingxi]: The weather has changed recently, maybe I have a cold.
[Li Shen]: Please prepare some cold medicine in the dormitory. If you see anything wrong with him, go to the hospital immediately. If he has a cold, he will easily develop a fever and bronchitis.
[Li Shen transfers 5,000 yuan to you]
【Li Shen】: Sorry for the trouble. Thank you.
Yang Mingxi thought to himself: Please don’t transfer money to me anymore. It’s been hundreds of thousands of yuan, and I haven’t touched a single cent.
To make Lizimai feel better, Yang Mingxi still clicked on the payment button and replied, "Okay, don't worry, I'm here for you."
Li Zimai put down his phone and glanced in Cheng Che's direction. He didn't know how he had become so pitiful. He was even worse than Yang Mingxi.
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