CFHE Chapter 83

Snap.

 

Wen Yu threw another piece of clothing into the suitcase, unknowingly creating a messy pile.

 

Fu Yuhan couldn’t stand watching and sighed, going over to help him fold the clothes one by one and arrange them in the suitcase.

 

“I said I’d fold them later.” Wen Yu muttered, “This makes it look like I’m ordering you around.”

 

“I’m happy to do it, okay?” Fu Yuhan looked at him helplessly, “Where are you planning to escape to?”

 

“Who knows? With so many people in my contacts, surely one or two can take us in?” Wen Yu said, “We’ll go out and hide for a couple days to avoid Wen Ziming coming to find us.”

 

Although they had changed the locks, if Wen Ziming really came in person to find him, that would be a bit troublesome.

 

Fu Yuhan made an “mm” sound.

 

“Do you want to go home and pack some things too?” Wen Yu turned to ask him.

 

During this time, Fu Yuhan had been living here. When he lacked clothes, Wen Yu would directly give him his own clothes to wear. He hadn’t brought many of his own clothes over.

 

Wen Yu liked this—watching Fu Yuhan wear his clothes and use the same body wash and laundry detergent, gradually taking on the same scent as him. This satisfied his vaguely pathological possessiveness in a strange way.

 

“Let’s do it tomorrow then,” Fu Yuhan didn’t object, “but I don’t have much to take anyway.”

 

“Mm.” Wen Yu nodded and said seriously, “We should both bring some things to make it more like eloping.”

 

“…”

 

Fu Yuhan couldn’t help but turn his head and chuckle softly: “How are you so amusing?”

 

Late winter, with fierce cold winds howling outside the window.

 

In the warm room, under the warm yellow bedside lamp, he hugged his legs while crouching on the ground, wearing the most ordinary home clothes, laughing softly.

 

All of Wen Yu’s anger stirred up by Wen Ziming dissipated completely, leaving his heart incredibly tender. He lowered his eyes and asked softly: “Hey, Xiao Han.”

 

“Mm?” Fu Yuhan looked up.

 

“When did you come looking for me just now?”

 

“I went over after eating dinner at home.” Fu Yuhan paused, his voice becoming very soft, as if embarrassed, “…because I thought you might need me.”

 

Wen Yu was delighted: “How are you so smart?”

 

“Just intuition. Besides…” Fu Yuhan glanced at him, “that time when Yong Rong drugged me… didn’t you come to save me too?”

 

“Oh, right.”

 

Wen Yu had almost forgotten about this. He pondered for a while, then suddenly curved his lips and smiled silently.

 

“I think I already liked you then… tsk, I’m really a dishonest person.”

 

Fu Yuhan laughed out loud again.

 

Wen Yu had really changed a lot, and he had changed a lot too.

 

The weather forecast said tomorrow would be sunny, with temperatures much higher than today.

 

It was March.

 

The winter jasmine was gathering strength to bloom.

 

–

 

Wen Yu’s phone was almost blown up by the furious Wen Ziming, so he had to turn it off.

 

But to find a place to hide, the next day at school, he took Fu Yuhan’s phone to a relatively empty bathroom to call Fourth Brother.

 

Among their group of friends, Fu Yuhan only had Fourth Brother’s contact information.

 

“Hello, Fu Yuhan? Why are you calling me today… is something wrong?”

 

The phone rang for half a minute before a somewhat unclear voice answered. Fourth Brother sounded like he had just woken up.

 

Wen Yu called out: “Fourth Brother.”

 

“…Little Seven?” Fourth Brother was stunned, “Why is it you? Can’t you use your own phone?”

 

“Had a fight with my dad, got annoyed and turned it off.” Wen Yu paused, “Fourth Brother, can you help me ask them… who can take the two of us in for a while?”

 

“Huh?” Fourth Brother didn’t understand, “What happened to you?”

 

Except for Fu Yuhan, Wen Yu hadn’t told others about his family situation, but long-time friends more or less knew he didn’t get along well with his family.

 

This time Wen Yu didn’t go into detail either, just saying he had argued with his biological father and didn’t want it to affect his senior year studies, so he needed to find a place to stay temporarily.

 

This sounded like a legitimate reason.

 

“It’s not a big problem, we can definitely find you a place to stay,” Fourth Brother said, then paused, his tone suddenly becoming somewhat strange, “…but why two people?”

 

“Ah, because,” Wen Yu’s tone was very natural, as if discussing the weather with Fourth Brother, “Xiao Han and I are together now.”

 

Fourth Brother: “…”

 

There was silence for about half a minute.

 

Just when Wen Yu was wondering if Fourth Brother was going to say something like “so-and-so here also has feelings for Fu Yuhan,” Fourth Brother’s voice finally came through the receiver again: “I knew it! I said you looked weird, kid.”

 

Wen Yu was stunned: “Was I that obvious before?”

 

“Yeah, they haven’t seen Fu Yuhan so they wouldn’t know, but I have! The way you looked at him… tsk tsk, I get goosebumps just thinking about it! So damn mushy!” Fourth Brother said, “Last time when we gathered, didn’t you say you liked someone? I guessed it then.”

 

“…Oh.” Wen Yu smiled, “So you guessed, so what?”

 

“…”

 

“What?”

 

“Are you really Little Seven?” Fourth Brother asked doubtfully, “You haven’t been possessed by someone else’s soul, have you?”

 

“You get itchy all over if I don’t argue with you? Don’t look for trouble like that, Fourth Brother.” Wen Yu was amused, “Let’s talk peacefully and help me find a place to stay—but let me say upfront, your workshop won’t work, it’s way too cramped.”

 

“…”

 

This time there was a full minute of silence.

 

Finally, Fourth Brother cursed under his breath: “Damn, the power of love is truly great.”

 

It could actually turn a psycho into a normal person.

 

In the past, that comment would have been at least something like “your crappy workshop won’t work, when has this young master ever suffered like that.”

 

Among their group of friends, most already had their own businesses, so providing temporary accommodation wasn’t difficult. They were more interested in Wen Yu’s love life. When Fourth Brother hung up and told everyone about it, they all expressed interest in hearing the gossip.

 

However, even gossip had to follow a first-come-first-served basis—

 

Among them, the one with the most spacious private space was the boss who owned two bars and had his own small building. When Chen Feifan heard about it, he directly asked Fourth Brother for Fu Yuhan’s number and contacted Wen Yu to have them come over that evening.

 

“So that bar owner from last time was also part of your group.” Fu Yuhan craned his neck to look at him chatting in his desk drawer.

 

“Boss Chen is the oldest, so we call him Big Brother.” Wen Yu explained, “Our group of seven people ranked by age, and I’m the youngest.”

 

“Hey, Yu-ge,” Fu Yuhan suddenly said, “do you know who the last person called ‘Little Seven’ was?”

 

“Who?”

 

“One of the Seven Fairies.”

 

“…” Wen Yu looked up with a speechless expression, “Fu Yuhan, are you looking for death?”

 

“No, I’m looking for sex.”

 

Wen Yu: “…”

 

Fu Yuhan: “…”

 

“I just had a brain fart, don’t pay attention to me.” Fu Yuhan pointed at him and said seriously, “We agreed to focus on the college entrance exam first… don’t think dirty thoughts in broad daylight.”

 

“…Who started with the dirty talk in broad daylight?” Wen Yu was at his wit’s end, grinding his teeth and saying quietly, “After the college entrance exam, you fucking wait for me.”

 

Having settled on a place to stay, plus saying the wrong thing, Fu Yuhan pursed his lips and quickly pulled his head back, taking out his Five-Three workbook to start doing problems.

 

The second mock exam was this Friday, so their review time was very tight.

 

Instead, it was Wen Yu, who usually got into study mode quickly, who was stirred up by that one sentence and couldn’t focus on his books for a long time.

 

He stared at Fu Yuhan’s focused profile for a long time, thinking gloomily that this person was really too much.

 

He had been holding back for so long, yet he had the heart to tease him like this.

 

–

 

Obviously, Wen Ziming was not someone who would accept being challenged.

 

Even though company affairs kept him “extremely busy,” he still found time in his hectic schedule to call Director Yan from the academic affairs office.

 

The reason he knew this was because during the break after third period, Wen Yu was called to the office by his homeroom teacher.

 

“Wen Yu,” excellent students with ideas were the hardest to handle when they rebelled. Zhou Wenkang looked at him and sighed, “I heard… you ran away from home?”

 

Wen Yu raised an eyebrow: “Did my dad complain to the school?”

 

“Your father hopes the school will provide you with some ideological education,” Zhou Wenkang said, “As your homeroom teacher, I need to understand the situation. No matter what, even though you’re an adult, you’re still a senior year student, and running away from home isn’t good.”

 

“But I didn’t run away from home. I live near school. Yesterday he demanded I go live at his place, and I didn’t agree.” Wen Yu said very calmly, “Teacher Zhou, my dad is someone with a strong desire for control. I think living alone is more conducive to focusing on my studies rather than dealing with him. Moreover, since transferring to Third High in senior year, I’ve always lived alone, and this hasn’t affected my grades.”

 

“But moving back wouldn’t…”

 

“It would,” Wen Yu interrupted him, saying word by word, “If I listen to my dad and move back, my grades will definitely plummet.”

 

He emphasized the words “definitely will.”

 

This was an obvious threat. Zhou Wenkang couldn’t help but frown: “Wen Yu, even if you have conflicts with your parents, you shouldn’t joke with your own grades. The senior year stage is very important.”

 

“Yesterday Director Yan was still talking to me about guaranteed admission.” Wen Yu suddenly said.

 

Guaranteed admission quotas had been under discussion since the end of last semester, and at the beginning of the new semester, it was time to finalize them.

 

By all rights, Wen Yu had just brought back a heavyweight competition award for Third High and had maintained first place in his grade since transferring, so he should be given a quota.

 

Guaranteed admission didn’t allow school choice—it was purely a “seller’s market.” Wen Yu found it uninteresting.

 

“I don’t want guaranteed admission, I plan to take the college entrance exam.” He looked at his homeroom teacher, speaking both casually and very seriously, “What my final score will be, whether the school’s key university admission rate can increase by that one thousandth, depends on how well I perform—and if I live with my dad, my condition will definitely be affected, Teacher Zhou.”

 

Having worn the guise of a good student for so many years, he understood all too well what a school valued most.

 

To strike a snake, you must hit its vital point.

 

Wen Yu lowered his eyes, vaguely feeling he had victory in his grasp.

 

This was exactly what made top students difficult to handle—with good grades, teachers had no way to deal with him.

 

In the end, Zhou Wenkang couldn’t say anything substantial either. He earnestly advised him with phrases like “don’t be too extreme” and “don’t do things that affect yourself,” then sent him back to class.

 

But Wen Yu knew this wasn’t over.

 

The homeroom teacher was just the advance guard. No matter what, there would definitely be the academic affairs director waiting for him later.

 

So when he returned and Fu Yuhan asked about his situation, he asked an unrelated question in response.

 

“Xiao Han,” he said, “what do you think you’ll score on the second mock exam?”

 

“Between 500 and 550?” Fu Yuhan was somewhat puzzled, “Why are you asking this?”

 

“Isn’t a 50-point range a bit large?”

 

“I’m not sure about the comprehensive science section, I’ll only know after taking it.” Fu Yuhan said, “Based on recent quiz difficulty… around 530?”

 

“Mm, okay.” Wen Yu nodded.

 

“…What exactly are you trying to do?”

 

“Nothing,” Wen Yu smiled, “I was just asking casually—the homeroom teacher didn’t say much just now, it’s just that my dad contacted the school, so he had to come talk to me.”

 

He glossed over it vaguely. Fu Yuhan, seeing he didn’t want to elaborate, felt slightly annoyed.

 

This annoyance was quickly driven from his mind by the test papers handed out in fourth period—senior year life was spent in an endless sea of problems.

 

After finishing a set of test papers, it was already mealtime. After lunch, who would still remember the earlier conversation?

 

The day passed just like that.

 

Wen Yu was very interested in the topic of “eloping.” As soon as school ended, he urged Fu Yuhan to go home and pack.

 

Like thieves, they observed the surrounding vehicles while sneaking into Wen Yu’s house to get his luggage. After coming out, they went to Fu Yuhan’s house together.

 

Fu Yuhan found his suitcase that hadn’t been used in years, grabbed some commonly worn clothes to stuff inside, and packed up. Afterward, the two dragged their suitcases to the community entrance to hail a taxi.

 

Big Brother was home today—that is, the “second floor of the bar” with its unique decorating style that Fu Yuhan had visited once.

 

Unlike at night, during the day the bar’s main door was tightly closed and the surroundings were very quiet. After getting out of the car, Wen Yu called Big Brother. Soon a tall man came out from a small door to welcome them in—it was Big Brother’s boyfriend.

 

“You’re here?” Having shared the “camaraderie of carrying a drunk person,” the man smiled friendlily at Fu Yuhan and came to help them with their suitcases, “Let’s go upstairs and talk.”

 

Fu Yuhan had two suitcases in his hands but only handed over one.

 

“Why did you bring so much stuff? We have everything here,” the man asked while going upstairs.

 

Fu Yuhan said coldly: “You’ll have to ask him about that.”

 

Seriously, this young master Wen Yu had managed to pack three large suitcases for one “escape,” making Fu Yuhan want to cough up blood.

 

“How would I know? As I was packing, it just became this much. They’re all necessities, I couldn’t not bring them.” Wen Yu felt quite wronged himself.

 

The man added: “You’ll get used to it. Little Seven’s lifestyle is just refined.”

 

Fu Yuhan twitched his mouth.

 

He could only get used to it—he chose this boyfriend himself, so didn’t he have to pamper him no matter what?

 

During the day, that strongly-styled living room had no lights on, showing a somewhat desolate air. The man led them in and opened one of the room doors: “Feifan and I live in the master bedroom upstairs. This guest room is empty and has been cleaned in advance. Let me know if you need anything.”

 

At this point, the man’s voice paused, then continued, “Feifan will come down in a bit. He says he has something to discuss with… Little Seven.”

 

“Me?” Wen Yu was examining the room when he heard this and was stunned, “What does he want with me?”

 

“How would I know?” The man lifted his eyelids and shrugged helplessly, “He’s very opinionated—you’ll have to ask him.”

 

Author’s Note: I’m traveling these days, so one update per day is the maximum. Unable to do extra updates, please understand.

 

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