CH 17

“Do you really not know, or are you just pretending not to.” Fu Yuhe said in a deep voice, “I’m not talking about that.”

He was referring to Shen Yi’s sudden change of attitude.

Shen Yi tilted his head and smiled lightly: “I don’t understand, Brother Fu, if you don’t make it clear, how would I know what you’re talking about.”

Fu Yuhe: “…”

He didn’t believe that Shen Yi couldn’t understand him, Shen Yi Yi was very smart, before during the parent-teacher meeting, Shen Yi could understand him with just one look, so how could he not understand?

He understood, but he didn’t want to answer him.

The tension in the room could be cut through by a knife, Fu Yuhe’s eyes remained dark, emitting a somber atmosphere. Shen Yi, however, didn’t seem to feel the gloomy aura emanating from him at all.

Fu Yuhe felt it was obvious that Shen Yi’s attitude was different from before. He came back from a business trip, and Shen Yi seemed to have become a different person.

Before he was so clingy, loved to stick and hug him, while kissing him fiercely. He obviously liked him, sending him good morning and good night messages every day, it seems that all of it disappeared with this business trip.

What went wrong…

Shen Yi’s bad deeds came to Fu Yuhe’s mind belatedly.

Probably because of the prolonged silence, the smile on Shen Yi’s lips had also faded, he looked down at the love letter in his hand and stuffed it into the pocket of his clothes.

“Whoosh—”

The stool rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound, and the sound of footsteps resounded.

Shen Yi raised his head, and saw Fu Yuhe standing close to him: “Brother Fu.”

“I really underestimated you.” Fu Yuhe pursed his lips and said a few words lightly.

He walked past him with a gust of cold wind.

Was Shen Yi playing tricks on him?

Very good, very well, the most ridiculous thing about this is that he himself was almost moved by his emotions a few times.

Fu Yuhe back faced Shen Yi, while his face was dark, his eyes exuded a gloomy aura. His legs moved and he walked out of the study with big strides, before slamming the door shut.

The study room was quiet, and the rustling of clothes could still be heard. Shen Yi stuffed his cold hands into his pockets. He turned his head to look at the foggy windows and exhaled softly.

“Ah… angry.”

Fu Yuhe was not only angry but also a little unhappy.

Why though? Shen Yi didn’t understand.

After a while, he raised his hand and stroked his hair.

…This sure was exhausting.

The cold wind blew outside, the traffic on the road seemed endless, and the people in the high-rise buildings were diligently completing their work.

“Special Assistant Wang!” The woman in black high-heeled sandals shuttled between workstations. The high-heeled shoes made a crisp sound of “ta ta ta”. She stopped the young man who came into the office with coffee, still panting when she stopped in front of him.

Special Assistant Wang turned sideways and handed her a tissue. The woman took it thanked him, and then asked, “What did Mr. Fu say about the meeting just now? Is there anything wrong with our preparation?”

During the meeting just now, Mr. Fu sat there completely inscrutable, not talking, but exuding a dangerous aura. The person in charge introduced their plan this time under pressure. In the end, Mr. Fu didn’t say anything, just saying, “The meeting is over.”

“Boss Fu hasn’t made any comments so far, so don’t worry.” Wang Tezhu comforted the woman with a smile.

After dismissing the inquiring woman, Special Assistant Wang pushed open the office door with a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Boss Fu.” He put the coffee beside Fu Yuhe who was behind the desk, “Your coffee.”

Fu Yuhe looked calm, took a sip of coffee, and frowned slightly: “It’s bitter.”

“I’ll make another cup for you—” Special Assistant Wang made it according to Fu Yuhe’s usual taste, but since Fu Yuhe said it was bitter, then it was naturally bitter. He was about to reach for it when he heard Fu Yuhe say, “Forget it.”

In the past two days, Mr. Fu seemed to be in a particularly bad mood, and he didn’t even talk much. Although his work efficiency was as high as ever, a low pressure surrounded his body, indicating his bad mood.

“Mr. Fu, your…” Special Assistant Wang paused, and changed his words, “Little Mr. Fu called from the front desk and said he wanted to see you.”

“You handle this kind of thing.” Fu Yuhe said calmly, “No need to ask me.”

Special Assistant Wang immediately stopped asking and said: “Okay.”

Fu Yuhe’s tense and high-pressure state lasted until the time he got off work. When he was in the elevator, he glanced at his watch. He should be home.

Before the elevator reached the first floor, the elevator door opened, and there were company employees who were off work outside. When the employees saw Fu Yuhe, they said “Boss Fu” one after another. Fu Yuhe nodded, and the assistant beside him let the employees in. They walked in one by one.

The cheerful atmosphere the employee sobered down, and the elevator was extremely quiet, and there were no movements of eyebrows and eyes. The tense atmosphere came from the aura of their young president.

The elevator reached the first floor, and the employees dispersed after saying goodbye.

Fu Yuhe came home by car, the house was empty, he took the snacks he bought along the way, and knocked on Fu Cheng’s door, but there was no response from inside, and he didn’t see Fu Cheng’s figure when he opened the door. He was sitting in the living room, listening to the “beep beep” on the other side of the phone, until a female voice said: “Sorry, the person you dialed is currently busy, please try again later…” Fu Yuhe hung up the call and leaned against the sofa.

Where could he go?

Fu Cheng rarely returns late, but now there was a variable around him.

Fu Yuhe lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Anger of being fooled filled his heart. It had been two days since it happened, but time couldn’t dilute his bad feelings about it—and that little villain that make people hate him.

There was a fire lit in his heart.

It is rare for Fu Yuhe to have so many thoughts about someone, and all kinds of mood swings that he had experienced indicated that he had feelings for Shen Yi.

The smoke obscured his face, and the expression on his face became more and more complicated.

It wasn’t until the sun had almost set outside that heard the sound of the door open. Fu Cheng changed his shoes at the door and entered. When he entered, he heard the voice before he could see anyone.

“I’m back.” Fu Yuhe’s voice was hoarse.

Fu Cheng was startled when he saw the back of his brother sitting on the sofa.

“Brother?”

No lights were turned on in the living room, and the room was dimly lit. Fu Yuhe flicked the cigarette ash, closed the file, and put the cigarette out in the ashtray.

“Where were you?” he asked.

Fu Cheng: “I didn’t go anywhere.”

Two days ago in the morning, Fu Yuhe called Shen Yi to his study room. When Fu Yuhe came down, his footsteps were hurried and he exuded a cold atmosphere all over that even Fu Cheng could feel it. Fu Cheng later asked Shen Yi about it, Shen Yi Yi said that his brother just gave him the love letter.

Fu Cheng naturally believed in Shen Yi’s words, but he also knew that his brother was always unhappy with Shen Yi’s existence, and his attitude was always going up and down. It had obviously eased up after his birthday a while ago.

He thought, he couldn’t let his brother know that he and Shen Yi had been in the cat cafe for two whole hours, otherwise the superposition of two of the hated objects if his brother (Shen Yi and cats) would lead to some serious consequences.

After all, his brother hasn’t been in a good mood these past two days.

Fu Yuhe: “Why did you come back so late then?” “I…” Fu Cheng got stuck, “Brother, can you just stop asking?”

Fu Yuhe raised his eyes and looked over: “Huh?”

Fu Cheng: “You won’t be happy after I told you, so why bother asking?”

Fu Yuhe: “…”

Fu Cheng: “Brother, I’ll go up first.” Fu Yuhe squinted his eyes, and there was a dangerous glint in his eyes.

For several days in a row, Fu Cheng came home very late, and Fu Yuhe didn’t ask him anything unlike how he did on the first day.

Friday.

The sky in the afternoon was gloomy as if it could rain any time. The milk tea shop outside the school was booming after the students finished school. It was a small shop, and there were two people sitting face-to-face at a table near the door.

Shen Yi sat with his back to the glass door, playing with a Rubik’s Cube in his hand, facing Shen Meiyue who had her hair in a ponytail, and Fu Cheng who had gone to order.

Both Shen Meiyue and Fu Cheng liked cats, one time when Shen Meiyue learned that they went to a cat cafe after school, Shen Yi and Fu Cheng duo turned into a trio.

Shen Yi, with his personality, could easily talk to anyone, and after getting along with them for a while. The introverted Shen Meiyue and Shen Yi gradually became acquainted with each other.

“Is there something wrong with you?” Shen Meiyue asked with a cup of warm milk tea in her hand.

Shen Yi turned the Rubik’s Cube, distracted: “What?”

Shen Meiyue smiled and said in a soft tone: “You are always distracted these days. In the beginning, you sat in the cat cafe and always looked out of the window in a daze. I thought it was because you weren’t interested in cats, but it doesn’t seem to be the case, you almost solved the Rubik’s Cube just now, and you jumbled it up again.” Girls, they are always more sensitive to such things.

Shen Yi’s hand turning the Rubik’s Cube paused, he raised his head and smiled at Shen Meiyue: “No, I just ran into a difficult problem and couldn’t solve it. So I was just thinking about it.”

“Ah…” Shen Meiyue blushed easily, and now she was blushing too. Her appearance of bowing her head with burning cheeks was naturally seen as her being shy from other’s perspectives.

A car was parked opposite the milk tea shop, and Fu Yuhe in the car watched this scene with a blank expression—the young boys and girls looked at each other and smiled, the budding of young love seemed both ignorant and slightly immature.

Fu Yuhe recognized that the figure with his back to him was Shen Yi.

His slender figure, the nape of his neck exposed above the collar, and the messy black hair all gave a familiar feeling to him—he could not be any more recognizable.

After a while, he gently curled his lips.

This scene looked weird to the assistant in the passenger seat. His boss’s eyes clearly suggested that he was very unhappy about something, and yet he was smiling. Its level of horror was comparable to that of the strongest antagonist in a horror movie.

Fu Yuhe pushed open the car door, and his leather shoes stepped on the fallen leaves beside the car. There was a soft crunching sound. Fu Yuhe walked slowly to the door of the milk tea shop. When he opened the door and entered, he saw Fu Cheng queuing up to order, and he went back out again.

Shen Yi’s cell phone rang when he was chatting with Shen Meiyue.

He took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket, looked at the caller ID on it, and said, “I’ll answer a call.”

There was a tiny disturbance in the milk tea shop. He got up and left the Rubik’s Cube on the table, and went outside, while the person who opened the door to go outside, saw that his figure was in the blind corner on the other side.

The two stood on the same road, looking at each other from a distance.

Fu Yuhe’s complexion remained the same as usual, and his voice was low and steady: “I have something to ask of you, take your things and follow me.”

For some reason, Shen Yi felt that he was hearing the calm before the storm.

He raised his eyebrows and asked: “Is it just me? Don’t you need to pick up Fu Cheng? He is also here.”

“Yes.” Fu Yuhe’s voice was very soft, “It’s only you.”

It seemed as if the wind would blow away the words he said, laced with a deeper meaning.