Chapter 112: You Take Advantage of the Fact That I Love You

Sheng Que was stunned as if struck by a sudden blow.

Xiao Que was him, and he was Xiao Que.

The beloved person that the lady called Fu Chen’s cherished one, the true love he wanted to marry, was not the mysterious girl Fu Chen had been secretly seeing behind his back.

It was himself.

“Marry, mar—” Sheng Que, usually a chatterbox, was completely tongue-tied. “How can we possibly get married...?”

“Why not?”

Compared to Sheng Que’s dazed and stunned expression, Fu Chen remained calm and cold, like an immovable towering mountain.

He raised his hand and poured a cup of fragrant chestnut milk tea for Sheng Que. “Isn’t it you who said it yourself—that we have no relationship?”

Sheng Que had run over from the cold winter night, his cheeks and fingers flushed from the chill.

He shifted his feet to sit down, holding the cup of chestnut milk tea. “Are you still mad at me?”

Sheng Que rested his chin on the cup.

The rising steam blurred his eyes.

He muttered, “Because I upset you, you deliberately messed up the blind date and said nonsense to tease me...”

Fu Chen’s voice was indifferent. “Am I as childish as you?”

The young master, spoiled and pampered all his life.

In truth, he never had the courage to tease anyone like that.

“We truly have no relationship, Sheng Que.”

Fu Chen remained calm and composed, as if at a negotiation table, unshaken.

“Legally or by blood, we have no ties whatsoever.”

Madam Sheng only sponsored him; she did not raise him.

Fu Chen was never Sheng Que’s uncle. In this world, he was forever alone, with only his own name on his household register.

“I was the one who forcibly created a bond with you by mere words.”

He wanted to use the name of his benefactor to look at Sheng Que a little longer.

In truth, Fu Chen was wrong from the very start.

Sometimes, sitting atop tall buildings, he wondered if he had simply left Sheng Que alone from the beginning, with no entanglements, perhaps they might have met by chance.

Instead of now, after being together too long, harboring feelings too profound to speak, hidden deep inside.

“Because you wanted to teach me to grow up.”

Sheng Que’s cheeks were damp with the rising steam, his lashes soft as he looked at Fu Chen.

For some reason, he always felt Fu Chen was a little sad tonight.

But Fu Chen smiled faintly, a rare bitter smile. “I don’t want to teach you to grow up.”

In this café on a midwinter night.

Sheng Que clearly heard Fu Chen’s voice, each word striking his ears.

“I only want to watch you grow.”

Beneath this towering, unyielding mountain of a man.

This feeling was never about responsibility; it was about fondness.

...

Shen Jixing suddenly woke up in the early hours.

His warm, steady gaze opened in the darkness; instinctively, he clutched the bedsheet. A soft yellow light gently touched the silhouette beside him.

Zhou Yili was not there.

But a lamp remained on in the room.

His fear had not yet flared before it was dispelled. Shen Jixing turned over and got out of bed to find the one who chased away his darkness.

“It’s two in the morning, what are you doing up?”

Zhou Yili lay back on the swing, pushing all his dark blue hair behind his head. Hearing the voice, he glanced sideways. “Thinking about you.”

Shen Jixing’s steps faltered slightly.

This big star’s words were equally sharp to everyone.

“I’m just sleeping, not dead.”

“...”

“What are you talking about?” Zhou Yili pulled him over, about to playfully pinch his cheek as punishment.

Suddenly, Shen Jixing leaned in toward him.

Under the moonlight, his delicate and cool features, the sharp curve of his lashes, and the soft breath on Zhou Yili’s profile.

“You smoked.”

Zhou Yili paused and consciously let go.

Given how clingy and touchy he was, he would have pinched Shen Jixing’s cheek and lazily brushed his nose. “Your nose is pretty sharp.”

But Zhou Yili did nothing, just sat a bit further away.

“What happened?” Shen Jixing watched his movements. “Your concert is coming up, you wouldn’t smoke casually.”

Shen Jixing was far too perceptive.

Though still groggy from waking, his clear mind probed relentlessly, leaving Zhou Yili completely unprepared.

“Am I really that stupid?”

Otherwise, why would Shen Jixing never tell him anything?

Even making sure no one else did.

Shen Jixing spoke honestly, “A little.”

“...”

Shen Jixing straightened and sat close, shoulder to shoulder — the closest he dared to be.

After all, he was too shy to sit on Zhou Yili’s lap.

“But very cute.”

Zhou Yili: “...”

He was still angry but had been soothed before he could even vent.

“You treat me like a dog when you play with me.”

He snorted coldly, nudging Shen Jixing with his shoulder. “I smell bad, why sit so close…”

“A bit cold.” Shen Jixing glanced sideways at him.

Zhou Yili’s cold eyes froze. He took Shen Jixing’s hand and stood up. “Back to the room.”

Shen Jixing did not move, nor did he resist when pulled down. His tousled hair rested against Zhou Yili’s shoulder.

“Let’s wait a bit, there are stars tonight.”

Zhou Yili gently pushed his head away and went straight back to the room.

Shen Jixing lightly fluttered his long lashes.

A few seconds later, Zhou Yili returned, carrying a thin blanket. He crouched down and wrapped Shen Jixing up.

“Fragile as a sheet of paper, and you want to sit in the wind? Have you forgotten how you were when you got sick last time?”

Shen Jixing was wrapped so tightly he couldn’t move.

His long lashes twitched. “Don’t remember very well.”

“I remember.” Zhou Yili held the edge of the blanket, a half-smile playing on his lips. “As long as you were sick, I acted as your dog.”

Shen Jixing looked down at him from above.

He lightly raised a hand and casually stroked Zhou Yili’s messy hair, a rare gentle comfort. “Don’t say that, you’re not a dog.”

“...”

Zhou Yili didn’t even get angry, just laughed.

Why could he never truly get mad at Shen Jixing?

Even though Zhou Yili wasn’t always kind—aloof and distant—just a glance from Shen Jixing softened his heart like it was soaked in water.

“You’re just taking advantage of the fact that I like you, so I can’t bear to be mad.”

Zhou Yili was about to stand, but Shen Jixing lowered his gaze and held him down.

With a slight frown full of confusion, “Why do you want to be mad at me again?”

Zhou Yili met his eyes. “You and Fu Chen teamed up to trick me. We’ll settle this tomorrow.”

“Alright, don’t look at me so pitifully. I’ll bite you a couple of times later and you’ll behave.”

Zhou Yili was someone with very poor self-control.

Shen Jixing’s poor health and severe cleanliness meant the little lion who had smoked obediently squatted on the floor.

Suddenly, Shen Jixing realized, “So it was Fu Chen.”

It hadn’t even been half a day since he’d been told, and Fu Chen couldn’t wait to sell him out?

“I never meant to deliberately deceive you; you just kept digging.”

Shen Jixing’s fingers traced the tattoo behind Zhou Yili’s ear calmly and gently.

Speaking in the calmest, gentlest voice: “This is my business, it has nothing to do with you.”

Zhou Yili let him touch the scar behind his ear.

After a while, he lifted his cool gaze. “Do you know what the consequences of saying that are?”

Shen Jixing didn’t think he had said anything wrong; his rare confusion showed. “What?”

Zhou Yili’s expression turned cold like never before.

He bent down, picking Shen Jixing up along with the blanket, brows furrowed in cold disdain as he walked toward the room.

“For the next three days, don’t even think about leaving this room.”