CFHE Chapter 99.1

The supertopic content itself was quite normal. However, Fu Yuhan was allergic to “being watched.” Thinking about how a group of people had been quietly paying attention to him without his knowledge made him feel inexplicably awkward inside.

Fortunately, he was basically expressionless. Being awkward inside only meant pressing his lips together, his gaze dropping slightly, his expression as cool as his porcelain-white complexion.

—Until he clicked into that so-called “AO3 link.”

Fu Yuhan’s expression cracked.

He twitched his lips: “What the hell is this?”

“Just some spicy little articles…” Wen Yu’s arm came across, hooking around his neck to pull him into his embrace. He lowered his eyes to look at Fu Yuhan’s phone screen. “What, you’ve grown this big and never read any articles with spicy content?”

“That’s not…” Speaking of this, Fu Yuhan felt his face couldn’t maintain composure. He redirected the topic. “Isn’t the point that the article’s protagonists are written with our two names?”

Wen Yu laughed softly, his handsome eyes narrowing into crescents, his kiss falling on Fu Yuhan’s neck: “It’s not like we haven’t done this kind of thing.”

“…Fine, taking ten thousand steps back.” Fu Yuhan was choked by his words. His finger slid to scroll the article to the very top, pointing at that line “Domineering Big Fish’s Runaway Little Delicate Fish” and asking, “What the hell is this?”

When had he, Fu Yuhan, ever been this delicate?

“If you don’t like it, you can change the names in the article yourself. I can be the delicate one, that’s fine too.” Wen Yu lowered his head, focused on kissing from his neck to his shoulder.

Both had just showered. The skin exposed outside carried a bit of damp moisture and lingering woody fragrance. Under the warm yellow light, it showed a kind of luminous white close to mutton-fat jade. This color bewitched him. As he looked, he slowly kissed along, kissing to the shoulder area. Suddenly feeling playful, he pressed down on Fu Yuhan and increased the sucking pressure.

“Ah!” Fu Yuhan cried out and frowned slightly, but didn’t resist.

Perhaps due to his childhood experiences, Wen Yu’s insecurity was heavy. Although he carefully restrained himself in front of Fu Yuhan, whenever it was late at night with just the two of them present, that possessiveness would emerge from his limbs like some kind of poisonous smoke, following his small movements.

For example, he would do this—while talking, suddenly leave a painful red mark on Fu Yuhan’s body.

Places like the shoulder would always be covered by clothes. Though it hurt, Fu Yuhan didn’t want to make an issue of it—this was Wen Yu’s way of finding solace, a small indulgence that could keep him stable for a while.

A cute brand, like some kind of psychological suggestion of “this person belongs to me.”

The other’s cool fingertips brushed across the main artery, groping around near the Adam’s apple in circles, dangerous yet decadent. Fu Yuhan’s Adam’s apple bobbed lightly as he suppressed his voice to ask: “Are you done yet? I’m not a drink—why are you sucking for so long?”

Wen Yu’s lips released him, his jawbone pressed against his shoulder hollow as he laughed: “If you were a drink, you’d probably be taro milk.” Fragrant and sweet.

“Forget it, I’d rather be Calpis.” Fu Yuhan said.

Even as a milk drink, he probably had a bit of sourness—in any case, not that sweet.

Wen Yu nuzzled him. After a while, he asked with a smile: “You don’t like the supertopic content? I heard if the person themselves reports it, the supertopic can be deleted.”

“Forget it, if they like shipping us, let them ship,” Fu Yuhan paused. “They haven’t offended me. I do like you anyway, don’t I?”

“Mm, I like you too.”

“Let’s sleep, stop looking.”

“Kiss first?”

Fu Yuhan cooperatively tilted his head up and turned off the light in the gap between lips, teeth, and ambiguous exchange of breath.

A good night’s sleep.

–

Wen Yu kept his word. After that, he really dragged Fu Yuhan to the gym every few days, serving as his personal fitness coach. People who haven’t exercised in a long time feel sore all over like a wreck after just starting to work out. So much so that when Da-ge threw them a college entrance exam celebration banquet, seeing Fu Yuhan’s stiff sitting posture, he directly told Wen Yu “can you restrain yourself a bit?”

That day was when Wen Yu officially brought Fu Yuhan to meet his group of “drinking buddies.” The location was still Da-ge’s small bar. Just the seven of them plus their respective “family members”—a gathering of about ten people. That one sentence made everyone present laugh, and Fu Yuhan’s face immediately burned hot.

“I really can’t take credit for this,” Wen Yu said. “I just took him to the gym.”

As soon as these words came out, several of the laughing crowd immediately stiffened, their faces turning pale.

Fu Yuhan: “?”

“Brother,” the third-ranked elder brother reached across the long table to pat Fu Yuhan’s shoulder, his tone full of sorrow. “You’ve worked hard!”

Fu Yuhan: “…”

The lively sixth brother explained to him: “Hey, Xiao Qi has an enormous exercise capacity. Everyone here who’s gone to the gym with him ended up crawling out. Buddy, you need to watch your health.”

Fu Yuhan: “…”

Fu Yuhan thought to himself, why didn’t you say this earlier so I could be mentally prepared?

He’d already crawled out several times. After a year passed, he finally understood why Wen Yu had been so fearless when facing his provocation back then.

Those fierce at fighting couldn’t beat those who’d trained. Brother Wen was too ruthless.

“Everything else is fine,” Fourth Brother said, pointing at Wen Yu. “My place is starting work in a couple days. Don’t delay Xiao Han from coming to my place to earn money.”

“It’s fine,” Chen Feifan picked up the conversation. “When does your place start work? Give me a call, I’ll pick up Xiao Qi too and have him help me.”

“Okay.”

The two elder brothers reached consensus, and the little part-time worker couple was arranged clearly.

Wen Yu turned to hug Fu Yuhan, staring at the table full of people and saying in a low voice: “I think you’re all just jealous that I have a partner and are ganging up to bully me.”

This muttering had several parts of unreasonable coquettishness. Fu Yuhan suddenly felt that changing the ABO fanfic to “Domineering Little Fish’s Runaway Delicate Wife Big Fish” had no problems.

The more coquettish one was clearly Wen Yu.

The table full of brothers very much gave Wen Yu face, instantly supporting themselves on the table and pretending to vomit, each with their own theatrical posture.

“Xiao Qi!” they said. “You’re too fucking disgusting!”

Wen Yu responded: “Hold it in, I can be even more disgusting.”

“Ugh!”

…

They laughed and joked around all evening before going home separately.

After everyone dispersed, Chen Feifan leaned against the messy table, half-closing his eyes as he lit a cigarette: “I see Xiao Qi is really hooked this time. I’ve known him all these years—when has he ever talked like this?”

Old Lu smiled: “Hooked or not I don’t know, but at least it’s genuine.”

After all, people only act childish and foolish in the face of true love.

“Then act foolish for me to see?”

“Haven’t you seen me act foolish enough times?”

“Mm, that’s true.”

–

Along with the scores came another matter—filling out applications.

Wen Yu was in the first batch of admissions, Fu Yuhan was in the early arts batch. The application filling times were one after the other. For this, Yang Fan specially made two phone calls to confirm.

But actually there wasn’t much to confirm. The two had long decided to apply to T University. Fu Yuhan chose the College of Architecture, and Wen Yu agreed to Wen Ziming’s request to pursue an MBA for his master’s, so he applied to the Mathematics Department.

The only issue was that Fu Yuhan had psychological trauma from the high school entrance exam. From when applications opened until a few days before the deadline, he logged into the website almost every day twice to check whether his application had been tampered with. Wen Yu watched him go from finding it funny at first to feeling heartache later, and every time he logged into the website, he held him.

At least intimate touch could indeed give people courage.

Besides that, there was work.

The summer had a large batch of student consumers. Although the mid-year 618 sale had passed, various merchants were still very busy—Wen Yu helped Chen Feifan manage the bar’s inventory, attendance management, and activity planning coordination here. Over there, Fu Yuhan worked as a model for Si-ge while learning photography.

In Si-ge’s words, for those in the arts, “having more skills means more competitiveness.”

Besides, Fu Yuhan himself was interested in this. He even added Wen Yu’s cousin on WeChat through Wen Yu’s introduction.

Because of these two “photography enthusiasts'” close exchanges, Wen Yu later discovered that his cousin, whom he’d always thought was taciturn, serious, and boring, was actually a cheerful, outgoing, progressive-thinking “campus goddess”—of course, her sexual orientation was a secret at school.

The acceptance letters arrived in July. The day he received it, Wen Yu took a photo and sent it separately to Fang Wanjing and Wen Ziming’s secretary.

Fang Wanjing sent each of them a big red envelope. That day, Wen Yu took Fu Yuhan, who’d just gotten off work, to Fang Wanjing’s house for dinner.

“I thought Auntie didn’t work anymore,” Wen Yu said during the meal. “Didn’t expect her to be here with you.”

Fang Wanjing smiled: “I saw she did her work quite well, and her family has financial pressure. Since you didn’t need her anymore, I called her over to help me out. It also saves me from doing the housework myself.”

Wen Yu read between the lines: “Been pretty tired lately?”

“Physically I’m okay,” Fang Wanjing didn’t hide it from him—after all, sitting in front of her were two eighteen-year-old adults. “Mentally a bit tired. You know, divorce lawsuits are messy by nature, mentally exhausting.”

“Too bad I’m not studying law and won’t have this kind of trouble. I can only give you moral support.”

Fang Wanjing smiled: “It’s fine. I’m already glad you two are willing to come keep me company and talk. Now that you’ve received your acceptance letters, when are you planning to go register?”

“Probably head over a week early?” Wen Yu glanced at Fu Yuhan. “I’m planning to rent a place off-campus.”

Fu Yuhan was a bit surprised: “You didn’t mention this? Do you have enough money? Renting in the capital isn’t cheap, right?”

“I’ll probably need to go look around.” Wen Yu pressed his lips together. “Our campus are different—we won’t be assigned to the same dorm. What if we end up living far apart?”

“Then do we still pay the dorm fees…”

“Let’s pay for one year first. There’s a lot going on freshman year, so let’s see how it goes. If there are no problems, we won’t live on campus sophomore year.”

“Yet you’re still looking for a place.” Fu Yuhan smiled. “Paying money in two places, young master.”

Fang Wanjing looked at them both: “If you don’t have enough money, I can…”