Chapter 001 The Ancient Greek God Who Controlled Romantic Thoughts
"Is it comfortable?"
Dan Qingshan responded softly, his expression far colder than before.
"Why don't you moan when it feels good?"
A smile played in Zhou Chongfeng's charming and amorous eyes.
He pinched Shan Qingshan's cheek. "Little mute?"
Shan Qingshan waved his hand away, got up, and put on his clothes.
His movements were even more swift and ruthless than those of his casual sex partners.
Zhou Chong was momentarily dazed.
They're in a relationship, right?
Zhou Chong got up, wanting to grab the bath towel from last night, but only glanced at it.
It doesn't work.
He grabbed his own pants, threw them on haphazardly, not even fastening his belt properly, leaving them loosely hanging around his waist, and followed them into the bathroom.
"Want to sleep a little longer?"
"I have to film a movie." Shan Qingshan's voice was a little hoarse, but it sounded very sexy.
Zhou Chong frowned, put his arm around Shan Qingshan from behind, rested his chin on Shan Qingshan's shoulder, and seemed quite displeased.
"Why didn't you tell me beforehand? How long are you going to be gone this time?"
"One month."
"It's been so long, no wonder you've been so enthusiastic since yesterday, it turns out you were taking advantage of the situation in advance. Is that enough? Is our little one full?"
"Stop fooling around, wash your face."
Zhou Chong leaned against the wall. "It'll be Mid-Autumn Festival when I get back, and then it's my birthday too. Are you going to come home with me to celebrate?"
Shan Qingshan paused in washing his face. "I'm not going."
This made Zhou Chong feel uncomfortable.
This was not the first time Shan Qingshan had rejected Zhou Chong.
The Nth time.
They had been together for three years, and Zhou Chong's parents also knew about Shan Qingshan.
The two elders often mentioned inviting Shan Qingshan to their home for a meal.
Shan Qingshan simply refused to go.
I don't want to meet your parents.
They were unwilling to make their relationship public.
Despite dating for three years, he remained Shan Qingshan's clandestine lover.
When the paparazzi took the photos, everyone said they were good brothers.
It's so infuriating.
My heart feels heavy.
Zhou Chong is a spoiled brat whose family has accumulated wealth over generations, making him outrageously rich and powerful. People around him call him the "Prince of Beijing Circle."
Zhou Chong has never been afraid of anything since he was a child.
It's like they're trying to find someone who can tame him.
Shanqing Mountain appeared.
Zhou Chong fell in love with him at first sight and pursued him relentlessly for a whole year before they started dating.
It's been four years now.
Shan Qingshan remained indifferent throughout.
Is it that Shan Qingshan can't warm up, or that he can't warm up Shan Qingshan?
The thought that had surfaced countless times resurfaced in my mind, wrapping tightly around my heart like vines, causing intense pain.
Zhou Chong asked, "Don't you like my parents?"
"no."
"So that means you don't like me?"
Don't ask such pointless questions.
No denial.
Zhou Chong couldn't save face.
Shan Qingshan walked out of the bathroom, changed his clothes, and went downstairs.
I didn't even eat breakfast before standing by the door changing my shoes.
It was changed, but nothing was done.
He stood in the entrance hall, looking at Zhou Chong on the second floor.
Zhou Chong held firm for three seconds, then sighed and resignedly walked over.
I despise myself; I'm such a fucking love-struck fool.
So love-struck that Zhou Chong didn't even need Shan Qingshan to say anything; just one look from him was enough to make Zhou Chong feel like his life was being held in someone's grasp—he wanted to have sex with him, yet also wanted to surrender to him.
They surrendered now.
no way.
He couldn't do anything about Shan Qingshan.
fine.
A woman's romantic nature is the best dowry a man can have.
He, Zhou Chong, is the ancient Greek god who governs the romantic mind.
"You refuse to come home with me to meet my parents, yet you stand here waiting for me to kiss you? Tsk, you've taken advantage of me, you little liar who deceives people, hearts, and bodies."
"You don't even know how to put your pants on properly."
Shan Qingshan reached out and fastened the belt that had been hanging there for most of the day.
Zhou Chong lowered his head and watched him laugh. "You're blaming me again? You can't blame me. It's a well-made belt. It will find the person who untied it to take responsibility."
Shan Qingshan ignored his banter and tilted his head slightly.
"Are you going to kiss me again?"
They always share a goodbye kiss.
This good habit was cultivated by Zhou Chong through persistent and shameless pestering.
Zhou Chong thought: Qingshan Xiaobao's behavior seems like he's asking for a kiss.
He lowered his head, and just as he was about to kiss me, he suddenly changed his mind. "I won't kiss you. I'll leave you hanging, so you won't miss me."
Dan Qingshan was clearly taken aback, and his face showed a moment of stunned silence.
"Aren't you going to kiss me?"
Zhou Chong: "I won't kiss you, I'm determined to hook you."
Shan Qingshan lowered his eyes, opened the door, and walked out.
At this moment, Zhou Chong had no idea that this was their last meeting, just as he didn't know that a week later, he would see the entertainment headlines—
Actor Shan Qingshan committed suicide by jumping off a building.
The police notified Zhou Chong to collect the body.
Zhou Chong stood in front of the mangled corpse for a long time before leaving with a cold face.
The police chased after them, saying, "Sir! If you don't claim it, Mr. Shan will have nowhere to go. His father refuses to claim it and told us to burn it and scatter it."
Zhou Chong stopped and turned around.
His eyes were bloodshot, but his voice was calm, as if he was suppressing some kind of restless madness.
“That’s not Shan Qingshan. I still owe him something. He wouldn’t commit suicide. How can anyone recognize someone who’s disfigured? Did you do DNA or fingerprint analysis? Without identification data, who would bring a body home? Not many people know about my relationship with him. Why did you notify me? This isn’t him.”
"Sir, there are photos of you two together in Mr. Shan's phone album. We've done our investigation; he left your apartment two days before his suicide. We've done a forensic examination and confirmed it's Mr. Shan. Please cooperate with us in a detailed investigation, such as whether there was anything unusual about him before he left."
Something's wrong?
Where is it?
As indifferent as ever.
I just want him to kiss me when we go out.
"Mr. Zhou?"
"Stop talking!" Zhou Chong roared, enraged, enunciating each word clearly. "I said, he! Is! Not!"
Zhou Chong left the police station.
The body was retrieved by Zhou Chong's parents.
At that time, Zhou Chong was contacting the eighteenth private investigator to find Shan Qingshan's whereabouts.
No one is willing to fool him anymore.
He wouldn't answer even if he had money; the person who just hung up called him a lunatic.
Everyone knew that Shan Qingshan was dead, but Zhou Chong refused to believe it.
When Mr. Zhou entered the house, he knocked over a decorative item in the entryway.
Zhou Chong said, "Restore it to its original state; he'll be unhappy if it's not right."
Mr. Zhou straightened the ornament, walked up to him, and put down a stack of documents.
It's a transfer record.
“Shan Qingshan has been transferring money to his father, and the amount is quite large.”
Zhou's father took out another document, which was a medical record.
"He has severe depression, did you know that?"
Severe depression?
Zhou Chong took it and carefully reviewed the medical record, spending a long time looking at the last part, the attending physician's name.
"I've never heard of this person. I'll find a better one for Qingshan Xiaobao."
Zhou's father was furious.
Why bother seeing a doctor when someone is already dead!
"Zhou Chong! He's dead!"
Zhou Chong lowered his head and spoke in a low voice, but firmly and stubbornly, "No, he said he went to film a movie and would be back in a month. Only half a month has passed."
Zhou's father grabbed Zhou Chong's collar and pressed him onto the sofa. Seeing Zhou Chong's eyes full of tears, he couldn't utter a single word.
Mr. Zhou slowly released his grip. "He's dead. Accept this fact sooner rather than later."
After Zhou's father left, Zhou Chong sat alone for a long time, the medical record clenched so tightly in his hands that it became deformed.
After a long while, he got up and wiped his face.
fine.
When no one took his orders, he started looking for clues on his own.
Let's start by looking around the house.
Zhou Chong searched every corner of the house and found a piece of torn paper in the trash can, with Shan Qingshan's handwriting on it.
Zhou Chong was overjoyed and, after much effort, finally saw the whole picture.
The two characters in the center of the first line stung his eyes.
A mist appeared in front of my eyes.
"Suicide Note"
Only two lines were written below, and they were all crossed out with a pen.
One can vaguely make out a sentence—
When you met me, it was the fifth year of my love for you.
Tears welled up in Zhou Chong's eyes, and he collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, overwhelmed with grief.
Zhou Chong's birthday is the 16th day of the eighth lunar month.
clear.
After spending the Mid-Autumn Festival at home, Zhou Chonggang came in, kicked off his shoes, and walked inside. After taking a couple of steps, he muttered, "Xiao Bao, don't be angry."
Straighten the shoe that was kicked askew and put it back in its place.
He mustered his spirits, went into the kitchen, cooked a bowl of noodles, placed it on the table, cleared his throat, and imitated Shan Qingshan's way of speaking.
"The longevity noodles you ordered."
Zhou Chong moved to the other side of the table, pulled over the bowl, picked up a large mouthful with his chopsticks, and stuffed it whole into his mouth.
"Xiao Bao's cooking is still the best, it tastes delicious."
His voice choked with emotion.
Tears dripped into the bowl, then mingled with the noodles he picked up and swallowed.
The 16th day of the eighth lunar month, at night.
The full moon hangs high in the sky.
The cemetery administrator discovered Zhou Chong's body in front of the tombstone at Shanqingshan.
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