CFHE Chapter 101.2

Qin Xiaolu finally got her wish to go all over the country.

Strangely enough, ever since she started treating each day as if it were her last and began stepping out to travel everywhere, her health gradually improved day by day. Perhaps as she grew and developed, her body had gradually accepted the reality of her congenital deficiency and began trying to coexist peacefully with the deficient organs.

The doctors said it was a miracle.

But such people appeared from time to time—clearly with organ defects yet living healthily. Life and medical science were full of charm precisely because of this uncertainty.

As their daughter’s health improved, He Yan’s condition also took a turn for the better. Although she no longer had Fu Xuecheng’s regular money and had lost her job, life was more strapped than before, yet her temper improved day by day. By now, Fu Yuhan would occasionally pick a day to go back for a meal.

Mother still couldn’t understand his interests and career, but fortunately they didn’t have to live together now. When they met, things were much more harmonious than before.

Uncle Qin had asked him once where he lived outside and whether he had enough money. At the time, Fu Yuhan pondered for a while and simply told him about him and Wen Yu.

His intention was that he had a boyfriend in a stable relationship and legitimate channels to earn money, so they didn’t need to worry too much. He didn’t expect Uncle Qin to turn around, go into the house, and bring out 30,000 yuan to give him.

“This is money your mom and I saved back then for your college tuition. Originally there was 50,000, but a while ago when Xiao Lu had surgery, I had a fixed deposit I couldn’t withdraw, so I used 20,000 and haven’t had time to make it up yet. When my fixed deposit matures later, I’ll give you the 20,000 yuan. I don’t understand homosexuality, but I watch the news. Your generation—men and women who got married and divorced—it’s in the news every day. Uncle doesn’t have much to advise you, I just hope you don’t suffer losses. Having some money is good to have on hand. Your mom has a sharp tongue and you don’t get along with her. I know all that, but her heart isn’t bad. The money your dad gave back then, aside from what went into the mortgage, most of the rest she spent on you. She never misused it. I hope you won’t misunderstand.”

Fu Yuhan stared blankly at that thick stack of red bills for nearly a minute.

He didn’t want to accept it, but Uncle Qin insisted on giving it to him, to the point that he felt top-heavy when he went home.

His condition was obviously off, so naturally Wen Yu had to ask him. His lover’s dense, gentle kisses fell on his body before Fu Yuhan came back to his senses a bit and told him about it.

Wen Yu laughed for a long time, buried his head in his neck hollow, and said in a low voice: “It’s not so bad. At worst, we’ll just treat them better in the future.”

“But I’m still a bit unhappy… if we have to send money to my mom.” Fu Yuhan said in a low voice.

“Then we’ll give it to Xiao Lu,” Wen Yu kissed him. “The two of us as older brothers should give our little sister some spending money.”

“…Okay.”

Standing at the distance of “acquaintances,” past nurturing kindness became indelible grace. Some people weren’t suited to living together—everything clashed—but the kindness couldn’t be forgotten. Young Master Wen didn’t have much affection to distribute, but fortunately he had plenty of money and could occasionally do things like “send greetings and a huge sum.”

He helped Chen Feifan for a while, accumulated some experience, and started working for his dad before graduating from university. Wen Ziming was obsessed with face. The divorce lawsuit between Fang Wanjing and him dragged on for nearly a year before they finally divorced. To prop himself up, “excellent son helping the family business early” became a lifeline—at an age when his wealthy peers were still playing around, Wen Yu could help the family business. Wherever Wen Ziming did business, he’d be praised by fellow merchants.

He enjoyed others’ envious gazes while “swallowing broken teeth with blood,” watching his son increasingly take over his territory.

Reading for an MBA required work experience. After graduating with his bachelor’s degree, Wen Yu didn’t want to go home to see the old man. Taking advantage of the company’s focus on developing the branch office in the capital, he entered the branch to work. Over several years, he’d already carved out the branch as his own territory.

Now Young Master Wen really “had plenty of money” and didn’t care about spending on Xiao Lu.

Fu Xuecheng remained the same. Career-focused, he naturally neglected his wife and children. According to Zhou Xiangyan’s quiet reports, by age five, Mangmang barely saw his father. Zhou Ruoyan was naturally dissatisfied, but with her husband’s career going smoothly and having money, plus gradually aging and losing her looks, she didn’t make a fuss about divorce. The family of four each lived their own lives.

Zhou Xiangyan also tested into T University after high school graduation. In his words, “staying home to see Mom’s face is worse than coming out to hang with gege.”

Fu Yuhan was speechless, not knowing if he needed to reiterate that he had no blood relation to Zhou Xiangyan.

But Zhou Xiangyan had come out to escape. Boys far from home let themselves go and were quite happy. At least he wasn’t like a “bro worshipper” coming to bother Fu Yuhan every few days. So Fu Yuhan ignored him.

He had his own things to do.

Although T University Architecture graduates easily found work, his boyfriend had plenty of money, and Fu Yuhan had somewhat lost life pressure—no need to “barely scrape by.” When people had money, they began pursuing higher-level things—like ideals, or “working happily.”

He loved photography. During university, he collaborated with Wen Yu’s “inconsistent” cool cousin on a project. The two went to the Gobi Desert for a week just to shoot a series of photos. Afterward, they each submitted the photo series as course assignments and got high marks. His cousin even submitted the photos to a newspaper in the school’s city for evaluation and split the prize money with Fu Yuhan fifty-fifty.

This also had drawbacks—for instance, even someone with cool-toned fair skin like Fu Yuhan came back a shade darker and took a month to whiten again. Also, Wen Yu was jealous even of his own cousin and afterward pressed Fu Yuhan on the bed to “bully” him for several days.

Of course, such small matters didn’t extinguish his love for photography. During university, China’s internet celebrity industry was booming. He gradually transformed into a well-known photography blogger, taking on private work shooting personal artistic photos while cooperating with Si-ge to try the vlog field. His income was decent.

This time, he’d received an olive branch from a certain famous domestic magazine to shoot interior pages for a newly popular young actress, flying abroad for ten days.

Originally he was supposed to return tomorrow, but the young actress had good camera sense, the whole work team’s atmosphere was harmonious, and the shoot went very smoothly. Fu Yuhan finished work early but didn’t tell Wen Yu. He bought a morning flight ticket back and planned to have lunch with his long-unseen boyfriend.

The elevator rose floor by floor and stopped at the top floor.

The door opened and he walked out. The secretary at the office entrance caught someone entering from the corner of her eye and instinctively looked up. Seeing him, she was startled.

“You’re here?” She pointed inside the office. “The general manager is in a video conference. He probably can’t talk.”

“It’s fine, I won’t disturb him.” Fu Yuhan smiled at her. “I’ll go in and wait for him. No need to order lunch for him at noon. I brought lunch.”

The secretary nodded and lowered her head to continue working, no longer watching him.

Fu Yuhan walked to the office door, silently exhaled, then turned the handle.

“…I don’t want to hear this kind of excuse. Anyone can make excuses, okay? What I want is results—”

The stern reprimand suddenly paused. The person at the desk with an angry expression glanced over. Upon seeing who it was, his gaze involuntarily softened, his tone also easing. “Alright, I know your work is hard, but please also understand my difficulties… OK, since you’ve said that, I’ll give everyone a final half month. I hope to see obvious results in the mid-year summary… Mm, today’s meeting ends here. Meeting adjourned.”

The video call disconnected. The young man in a suit loosened his tie and removed his headphones: “How did you get back?”

Fu Yuhan placed the two paper bags on his desk and slowly walked around it: “Work finished early.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me? I could have picked you up—”

“I wanted to surprise you. Besides,” Fu Yuhan walked in front of him, lowered his head with a slight smile, “where would you have the time? My busy man.”

Wen Yu grabbed his hand and slowly kissed it at his lips: “I always have time to pick you up.”

“So you don’t like this kind of surprise from heaven?” Fu Yuhan lifted his chin, arrogantly pointing at the paper bags on the desk. “I came to have lunch with you.”

Wen Yu looked up at him and smiled: “Of course I like it.”

The scorching sunlight was shut out by the blinds. The huge floor-to-ceiling window overlooked the city. The tall youth bent down at the window to lightly kiss his lover.

The man sitting in the chair reached out to press the back of the other’s head, deepening the kiss. The standing person, unsteady, dropped one knee to the edge of the seat, wedged between the other’s legs.

“I’m guessing you still have work.” When their lips parted, Fu Yuhan’s voice was noticeably lower and huskier. “So you’d better not tease me.”

“Right now you’re the one teasing me, baby.” Wen Yu stroked his lower back and turned his head toward the desk. “What did you bring?”

“After getting off the plane, I went home first and just made something random with the leftover ingredients in the fridge.” Fu Yuhan frowned at this point. “Why did you only leave a Mulsanne at home?”

That car was extremely ostentatious. Fu Yuhan had agonized in the garage for nearly half an hour about whether to drive it.

“…” Wen Yu suddenly pressed his lips together. “Because I’ve been driving to work in the mornings these past few days.”

“What about after work?”

“Had business dinners… so… left it in the company garage…”

“You drank?” Fu Yuhan laughed coldly. “Was it that client again who knows about your ‘preferences’?”

Fu Yuhan hadn’t been jealous in all these years. Sometimes Wen Yu really doubted whether he truly liked him.

Although questioning a lover’s feelings was quite despicable, and he himself felt he shouldn’t, whenever he was alone thinking in the dead of night, some illogical thoughts easily surfaced.

Until one time, a client somehow heard he had a boyfriend. When they went clubbing, instead of calling “princesses,” the client called over about ten young, handsome male escorts.

Holy shit, it was like throwing cold water into hot oil—nearly exploded.

“Can’t help it. There’s a big project in his hands recently.” Wen Yu pinched his temples, frowning. “This client has a very nice cooperative attitude. He just likes pulling this kind of operation. I… But I didn’t touch a single one!”

“Your eagerness to clear yourself looks exactly like a guilty conscience.” Fu Yuhan’s gaze dropped, looking down at him from above.

Wen Yu: “…”

Wen Yu’s mind went blank—explaining didn’t work, not explaining didn’t work either, so what was he supposed to do?

Fortunately, at the critical moment, his survival instinct saved him. He had a flash of inspiration: “Then shall I let you inspect me?”

This time it was Fu Yuhan who was speechless: “…How to inspect?”

“How many days I’ve held back,” Wen Yu said. “You try and you’ll know?”

“…Gege, it’s noon right now.” Fu Yuhan pressed his lips together. “To-tonight we’ll talk about it…”

A fire burned up from the skin at his collar, gradually spreading to his neck, then to his cheeks—very obvious. Fu Yuhan looked away and reached out to take out the prepared food from the paper bags one by one. Plastic food containers with clasps gradually filled the desk.

“Let’s eat.” He lowered his eyes.

“After being together so many years,” Wen Yu stood up, hugged his waist and easily lifted upward, then effortlessly placed him on the desk, his body pushing between his two legs to get close to him. “How are you still so shy?”

Fu Yuhan’s hands, with nowhere to go, had to rest on his shoulders: “Who told you to make dirty jokes all day regardless of time or place…”

“There’s only the two of us here. No one will come in. How am I not considering the occasion?” Wen Yu didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He touched his lover’s narrow waist, confused: “How come you seem to have lost weight again after going out these few days? Didn’t eat properly?”

“I ate. The work meals provided there were pretty good. I even ate quite a bit… Maybe because the workload was heavy.”

“Then rest well for a few days after this.”

“You said that,” Fu Yuhan tapped his shoulder. The crisp suit under his fingertips was pressed into some small wrinkles, which quickly rebounded when his fingertips withdrew. “Let me ‘rest.'”

“That depends on your performance.”

“What performance?”

Wen Yu leaned in, melting by his lips: “First accept a kiss.”

Eight years had passed and he was still clingy, still lacked security, still constantly sought intimate contact from his lover.

But fortunately, there was one person in this world who was completely open to him, letting him take whatever he wanted.

“Sometimes I’m a bit afraid, thinking you’re so good to me yet haven’t asked me for anything. I’m afraid one day you’ll just run away.”

Behind them the sunlight was brilliant, the city at their feet. The “young talent” successful in others’ eyes confessed his unspeakable panic by his lover’s lips. Fu Yuhan hugged him back, eyes curved in a smile, forehead pressed against his.

“I only wanted a home, Yu-ge. You already gave it to me a long, long time ago.”

In Fu Yuhan’s smiling gaze, his tall, handsome lover was being embraced by all the brilliant sunlight in the world.

Just like September first of their senior year, when the other had stepped on sunlight and burst from the noisy school into his solitary world.

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Author’s Notes: Howling three times

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There are 2 more extras, one for Yu-ge and Xiao Han, one for Da-ge’s couple~

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