CFHE Chapter 101.1

Fu Yuhan made a soft “mm” sound.

That’s what he said, but he set the earplugs on “Number 0’s” desk by the door and closed the door behind him.

The hallway’s perpetual light was shut out by the dorm door. The dorm was very dark, yet because of the light shining in from above, everything could be seen.

In the darkest spot behind the door, Fu Yuhan gave Wen Yu a cool, distant look, then suddenly pushed him against the door.

Kissing didn’t require advance hints, or rather, the signal only needed an eye contact that you knew and I knew.

As long as their eyes met, the next second was silent, scorching heat.

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Before he knew it, Wen Yu had also lain down on the bed with him. He retrieved the earplugs left on the desk for Fu Yuhan, then inexplicably pulled out a second pair of earplugs from his pocket. Two tall guys over 1.8 meters squeezed together sweating on the narrow dorm bed.

The “Snoring Concerto” was their background music.

One minute, two minutes.

Fifteen minutes later, Wen Yu suddenly sat up, removed the earplugs, turned back to Fu Yuhan and said: “Forget it, why don’t you just come back to my dorm with me.”

Fu Yuhan squinted through the darkness to look at him, saying vaguely: “But I’m so sleepy right now…”

“Once we get downstairs I’ll carry you over, baby,” Wen Yu said. “I can’t handle this noise.”

Fu Yuhan laughed with his eyes closed.

After laughing for a while, he said in a low voice: “Then fold my blanket so they don’t fail me on tomorrow’s inspection… The first set of military uniform on the balcony is mine.”

This wasn’t a problem. After several months of intensive training, tasks like collecting clothes and folding blankets were effortless for Wen Yu now.

He could even fold Fu Yuhan’s blanket into “tofu blocks” according to military training standards.

After tidying up, he pushed the stool at Fu Yuhan’s desk back under according to military training requirements, found Fu Yuhan a change of clothes, and led his nearly-asleep lover out the door and downstairs.

Once outside the dorm building, they didn’t have to worry about cameras. There were no people on the campus paths at this late hour. Wen Yu stood in front of Fu Yuhan and crouched down, carrying him on his back.

As he walked, he laughed: “I suddenly remember when you injured your leg last time—I also carried you to school like this.”

Same posture, same person, yet they were now at another school a thousand kilometers away.

Fu Yuhan was so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open, saying groggily: “If you showed more restraint, I wouldn’t always need you to carry me.”

Wen Yu squinted, his smile unrestrained in the night: “It’s fine. I don’t mind carrying my wife to school at all.”

Fu Yuhan punched him with his eyes closed: “Who’s the ‘wife’?”

Usually, Wen Yu would back down and say “I am,” but today—perhaps because the stolen intimate moment had put him in a good mood—he suddenly had a different inspiration and proposed: “How about this, Xiao Han.”

“Mm?”

“From now on, you’re my wife and I’m your wife.” Wen Yu said. “If we call each other husband, that’s fair, right?”

The person on his back fell silent for a while. For a moment, only the sound of wind and his lover’s long breaths remained in his ears.

Wen Yu briefly thought Fu Yuhan had fallen asleep.

After a long time, that person finally said: “You just want to hear me call you husband, don’t you, husband?”

Wen Yu laughed: “I do.”

“This behavior of yours is like an idiot’s.”

“I am one.”

Young Master Wen’s temper was unprecedentedly good. Being called an idiot didn’t bother him at all.

The ancients spoke of “life’s four great joys”—timely rain after a long drought, meeting old friends in a foreign land, wedding night, and success in the imperial examinations.

He now had “a lonely patient finding good medicine; far from home with three or five good friends still by his side; sweet romance and nightly songs; plus success in the examinations.” He felt he’d hit all four joys and couldn’t be happier.

Moreover, after saying “I am one,” he felt Fu Yuhan kiss the back of his neck.

Warm lips with tender affection—so he laughed even more wantonly.

Young people had no grand pursuits. On a summer night breeze, treading prestigious school paths, carrying vigorously growing love—this was the best youth.

…

Eight years later.

In the CBD area where every inch of the capital cost a fortune, towering commercial buildings formed a steel forest. Brilliant golden sunlight fell on the glass exterior walls of the buildings, forming dazzling golden spots of light. Under the “urban heat island” effect, every inch of asphalt road seemed fried and scalding in an oil pan, the heat almost penetrating through rubber shoe soles directly to the soles of feet.

It was now close to 11 AM—the hottest time of the day was gradually beginning. On the roads, aside from cars, pedestrians walking by were rarely seen. Every window along the street was tightly closed. Properly dressed white-collar workers with exquisite makeup shrank in air-conditioned rooms working busily.

The security guard in the underground parking garage was dozing in his air-conditioned booth when he suddenly saw a sapphire blue Mulsanne drive over ostentatiously. He jerked alert and sat up straight.

An unfamiliar luxury car might belong to important guests of the company executives—he couldn’t be negligent.

However, just as he was thinking this, the security guard watched helplessly as the car stopped at the barrier. The system indicated passage and let it through.

The security guard rubbed his eyes.

An internal company vehicle?

Besides the general manager on the top floor, who else in the company could afford such a car… But hadn’t the general manager already come to work today?

The person in the car couldn’t hear his doubts. The Mulsanne drove into the parking lot and stopped. A simply dressed, tall and thin figure stepped out of the driver’s seat, took two paper bags from the car, and headed upstairs.

Going upstairs from the parking lot led to the building’s spacious and bright first-floor lobby. The young man held two kraft paper bags in one hand, had a camera hanging from his other arm, and strode on long legs to the front desk.

“Hello, I’m looking for General Manager Wen.”

The newly arrived receptionist only felt the young man before her was excessively good-looking. Even the tea-colored sunglasses on his nose bridge seemed to have walked out of a painting.

The last time she’d seen someone this good-looking in real life was the workaholic manager on the top floor of their branch office. She couldn’t help feeling a bit nervous, swallowed, and forced herself to speak smoothly: “May I ask… do you have an appointment?”

The man paused, then smiled: “No, but you can call the general manager’s office. He’ll see me.”

“But the manager is in a video conference right now…” The receptionist looked troubled.

Someone who could come by name to see the general manager might be some important company client—she didn’t dare be negligent. But if she called up to ask at this time, would she get scolded by the secretariat…

The young woman on her first day at work was at a loss.

Fortunately, this visitor seemed to have a good temper. Hearing this, he made an “oh” sound: “Then do you know how long the meeting will last? I can wait for him.”

“The system shows the general manager’s office must not be disturbed until noon…”

“Noon? Then I…” The man looked down at the time. “I’ll wait for him at the cafe.”

There was a cafe suitable for a short rest right outside the company. He’d planned to go there, but before he could turn to leave, another uniformed receptionist came out from around the corner of the elevator area. Seeing him, she immediately ran over.

“Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu, are you here to see the general manager?” That receptionist was somewhat nervous. “Sorry, Xiao Chen just started work today and doesn’t know you…”

“It’s fine.” Fu Yuhan smiled and shook his head. “So can I go up now?”

“Of course!” That receptionist asked, “Do you need my work card to swipe the elevator for you?”

“No need,” Fu Yuhan pulled out a white card without any identification from his pocket and lightly waved it. “I have one.”

With that, he walked toward the elevator area. However, after a few steps, he suddenly turned back and smiled at the familiar receptionist who’d just run over and was now reprimanding the new employee: “Don’t blame her. She was just doing her job seriously.”

The later receptionist apologized profusely. Fu Yuhan, afraid she’d bow until her waist broke, shook his head and seemingly calmly fled in defeat.

The company elevator required work card verification to operate. Work cards of non-executives couldn’t even use the dedicated elevator serving the top floor, but Fu Yuhan just walked into that elevator that usually had few users.

The newly arrived Xiao Chen stuck out her tongue: “Who is he?”

The senior receptionist glared at her: “That’s our ‘general manager’s wife.’ Lucky for you he has a good temper, otherwise you’d be waiting for the general manager to give you trouble!”

Xiao Chen’s eyes widened: “But he’s, he’s a man!”

“What business of ours is the general manager’s private affairs? In any case, remember his face. When this person comes in the future, just let him through directly.” The senior receptionist earnestly educated her. “We only need to manage registration and announcements. Special clients pass through directly. Everything else isn’t our business, and don’t gossip behind people’s backs…”

Fu Yuhan entered the dedicated elevator.

Although the dedicated elevator had buttons for all floors, the top floor was specially placed at the very top, very conspicuous. Wen Yu’s last message on his phone was sent at 8 AM. He’d pretended to still be sleeping and hadn’t replied.

Would this be enough of a surprise for him… Fu Yuhan’s lips curved.

The interior walls of the elevator were wiped clean and dry, reflecting his face clearly like a mirror. Eight years had passed in a flash. Besides four years of college life, the days after had passed like wind, slipping away silently.

Time had added something more calm and reserved to his temperament, and he smiled far more than before.

Come to think of it, these changes seemed to have quietly begun growing after he fell in love with Wen Yu.

Good love makes people better.

Not long after they started freshman year, Uncle Qin took He Yan and Qin Xiaolu away from the capital. Taking care of two sick people alone was truly exhausting, but the taciturn middle-aged man was already used to bearing life’s heavy burdens. Fu Yuhan heard that later He Yan suddenly figured things out, went to see a doctor on her own, and stayed alone in H City to receive treatment, letting Old Qin take their daughter to travel around.

Because of all this, neither could really work. Fortunately, H City housing prices had skyrocketed, and the money from selling their house could support them living frugally for several years.