CH 8

There was a moment of silence on the other side, and hung up the call after saying ‘wait’.

Shen Yi looked at the screen of his mobile phone, his smooth jawline reflecting back on the black screen, and muttered in a low voice: “Is he really coming…”

Fu Yuhe’s driver was responsible for sending Shen Yi home many times, and thus he came over pretty quickly. After over twenty minutes, Shen Yi received another call from him.

“I’m downstairs. Section A of the parking lot.” Fu Yuhe recited the license plate number.

Shen Yi glanced at Fu Cheng’s back on the other side of the desk, hung up the phone, and went over to tell Fu Cheng that he was going downstairs to buy something.

Fu Cheng said “okay”, without any suspicion.

Shen Yi changed his shoes and went out, the elevator door opened with a ‘ding’, there was no one inside, he walked in, pressed the floor, he looked at the descending elevator, strangely though, he had an illusion that he was going out to date his lover behind his girlfriend’s back.

The underground parking lot was lit. He arrived at the parking lot, was looking for Fu Yuhe’s car when he received a call from Fu Yuhe. The other party had seen him and asked him to go as he instructed and Shen Yi quickly found Fu Yuhe’s car.

The window was lowered in the spot next to the back seat of the car, Fu Yuhe raised his chin, indicating him get into the car, Shen Yi opened the rear door and sat in, he looked at the front seat and realised that the driver wasn’t there.

“Brother Fu, won’t you go up and sit for a while?” Shen Yi asked politely.

Fu Yuhe knew very well what he was playing at.

“Fu Cheng is at your house.” He didn’t go beating around the bushes either.

“Oh…” Shen Yi said, “Brother Fu, you always come to meet me behind Fu Cheng, it’s a bit embarrassing.”

As soon as he said this, no matter how he tried to interpret those words, there was something weird about it, it seemed not only ambiguous, but also like a unscrupulous banter.

Fu Yuhe scanned him top to bottom. The boy wore a loose black long-sleeved sweatshirt today with a silver necklace around his neck which lay neatly on the collarbone. The necklace wasn’t an accessory instead it was a key. A pair of loose sweatpants wrapped snugly over his long legs. His appearance exuding a youthful aura.

The silver necklace complemented his fair skin, creating a kind of unhindered sexiness, which made one want to take a bite, leaving marks over his skin.

Fu Yuhe’s body leaned towards Shen Yi making Shen Yi subconsciously lean back, pressing his back against the closed car door, and he felt the warm temperature of another body near his face. He could smell the scent of tobacco, mixed with a familiar perfume.

He lowered his gaze and saw the man’s protruding Adam’s apple. Before Shen Yi could say anything, Fu Yuhe had already stepped back.

Fu Cheng murmured: “Does this store accept takeaway orders? I don’t think they do…”

On Sunday aka Fu Yuhe’s birthday, he didn’t have much on his schedule today, there was a party in the evening, and some of the friends at the party were simply friends with interests.

If you want to be successful in the business field, communication and connecting with people is inevitable, and this group of young masters were naturally best at having fun during the weekends. After drinking some wine at the dinner table, and they went to the clubhouse to book the venue.

Fu Yuhe drank a few glasses of wine and stayed for a short time. Regardless of their persuasion, he got up and left.

When the driver sent him home, he was starting to feel tipsy, after realising that, he got out of the car, entered the villa, and when he pushed the door open, there were two “bang” sounds, and confetti fell from the sky.

He looked up, only to meet Fu Cheng’s bright red face.

“Happy birthday! Brother.”

Fu Yuhe fiddled with the shiny pieces of paper in his hair.

This was definitely not Fu Cheng’s idea, Fu Yuhe turned his head, and on the right side of the door was Shen Yi, and together with Fu Cheng, they looked like left and right gatekeeper.

The young man stood tall, holding a violin in his hand, slightly tilting his head against the violin, his eyes looked beautiful and calm, and then the lights in the villa went dark.

With the violin music playing close to his ears, Fu Cheng on the other side brought a cake and lit the candles, before walking towards Fu Yuhe.

After the song “Happy Birthday” was finished, Shen Yi’s voice travelled to Fu Yuhe’s ears, “Happy birthday, Brother Fu.”

“Your idea?” Fu Yuhe’s voice was a little hoarse, and he pressed the corner of his forehead, feeling a headache coming.

He discreetly curled his fingertips, as if wanting to hold onto this sensation.