Chapter 118: The Failed Capture of Shen Jixing

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Zhou Yili became somewhat clingy as soon as he had an official status. Even if he had to leave early for work, he insisted on keeping the phone call going.
“What do you want to eat tonight, baby?”
He used to find Shen Jixing’s picky eating troublesome, but now he went out of his way to prepare what he loved.
Xiao Mo commented bluntly, “A man’s love or lack thereof is always this obvious.”
Zhou Yili laughed arrogantly, “You’re joking.”
In truth, he had always loved him.
But Zhou Yili didn’t know when Shen Jixing had started liking him.
Eight years ago, he was immature and unruly; Shen Jixing didn’t like him then.
Four years ago, as a reckless newcomer, Shen Jixing had even given him a hard knock on the head; he must have been a real nuisance.
This year, when Shen Jixing came to him desperate and out of options, he was still cold and indifferent—probably not very fond of him either.
So it must have been recently.
It turned out Shen Jixing liked the mature version of him.
After finishing his calculations and realizing no one was responding, Zhou Yili blurted out, “Hey, pay attention to me!”
“...”
Xiao Mo shook his head, thinking there was no hope.
Shen Jixing seemed distracted, “Hm? What did you say?”
“Asking what you want to eat,” Zhou Yili scoffed lightly, “Such a picky eater.”
The picky eater was intently watching the interaction between two people beside him, and it was already love that he hadn’t hung up on him.
When he saw Fu Chen reach out to ruffle Sheng Que’s hair, his eyebrows twitched slightly, “...Eating melon.”
Zhou Yili: “?”
Fu Chen and Sheng Que looked up in unison, while Shen Jixing casually picked up his phone.
“Zhou Yili, I want watermelon.”
Zhou Yili’s fingers hovered over his notebook before casually rejecting, “Too cold, can’t eat that.”
Shen Jixing: “...”
Fu Chen withdrew his hand from Sheng Que’s chestnut hair and stopped pressing, “Think about it.”
Sheng Que’s face was blank and slightly flushed, “Th-think about lov...”
Fu Chen nodded lightly, “Mm.”
He was asking Sheng Que to consider whether he liked him.
Shen Jixing’s gaze was not entirely straightforward, but not silent either. To mask his indifference toward Zhou Yili, he said, “Anything’s fine.”
Zhou Yili raised his eyebrows nonchalantly, “Oh, so casual? You’d eat whatever I bring you?”
Shen Jixing: “Yes.”
“...”
Those words sounded overly indulgent, enough to stir the beastly desire of a certain lion.
He casually made a menu list and sent it to Aunt Zhang.
Then he breezily presented the menu to Shen Jixing, “The last one, Zhou Yili.”
The melon-eating paused, and Shen Jixing asked back, “What’s Zhou Yili?”
The man on the other end shamelessly replied with a lazy, teasing laugh,
“A delicacy. Want to try it tonight?”
Shen Jixing calmly blushed and cut off the call, softly muttering, “Shameless.”
On the other side, the staff was calling Sheng Que.
Sheng Que suddenly stood up, babbling, “My... my uncle is calling me. I have to go...”

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Fu Chen: “...”
Shen Jixing: “...”
Sikong Xiu had just taken his seat and couldn’t help laughing aloud, “Silly kid, he doesn’t even have an uncle.”
After Sheng Que fled with his head spinning, Shen Jixing glanced at the cold and composed Fu Chen, “So this is the real Fu Chen.”
Fu Chen: “.”
“You scared Sheng Que,” Shen Jixing said bluntly.
He thought Fu Chen was too impatient, pushing Sheng Que too hard, and the young master hadn’t turned around yet.
Fu Chen was usually rational beyond measure; he knew this well himself. “I just have no way out.”
Recently, Sheng Que had been busy setting him up on blind dates, insisting on giving him a home, and Fu Chen had no reason to refuse.
How could someone from an orphanage not long for a home of their own?
Yet Fu Chen preferred to be alone.
“I hinted, but he didn’t understand.”
Even Fu Chen found it amusing, “Last time I told him I wanted to watch him grow up, and he only thought I was saying he was handsome.”
Shen Jixing: “……”
Amid accumulating disappointments, Fu Chen longed to take a bold step once.
But mostly, he just scared Sheng Que.
Sheng Que had always shown him respect mixed with timidity, but never had those feelings.
Before Shen Jixing could speak, Fu Chen calmly said, “It’s fine. I’ve considered all outcomes before speaking.”
Even if Sheng Que ended up with a new family.
Fu Chen exhaled slowly and gazed silently at the night sky outside.
“I will still protect him for life.”
That boy who walked alone in the rain would never be broken by anything; he would continue his orderly life.
Just with occasional regrets.
And sadness.
...
After the celebration gala ended,
Shen Jixing sipped some red wine on the way, waiting for Pei Ming’s car to pick him up.
“You guys go ahead; I’m waiting for my manager.”
Since their routes didn’t really match, Sheng Que slowly said, “Then we’ll head home first, little... Fu Chen.”
Sheng Que almost couldn’t stop the car and turned around on the spot.
It seemed better not to turn at all.
Fu Chen glanced at him faintly, still aloof and indifferent, “Sheng Que, I’m just not bothering with you anymore, doesn’t mean manners are void.”
In a blink, even “little Fu Chen” had been called out.
Sheng Que: “...”
Look at that cold and ruthless tone.
Sheng Que had been scared by him since childhood; how could he have found out he actually...
The wind blew his chestnut hair wildly as Sheng Que stepped forward and opened the passenger door, smoothly apologizing, “Oh, my bad.”
Fu Chen sat in the passenger seat and suddenly remembered something, lowering the window, “By the way, have you seen that bodyguard these past two days?”
Shen Jixing: “Mu Si?”
Sheng Que had just rounded to the driver’s side and paused mid-move—who was that?
“Yeah. The kid’s not bad.”

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Fu Chen coldly swiped through messages on his phone, “I didn’t assign him any special work; he probably took the money and felt awkward. He usually checks in with me at six every evening.”
“But not today.”
Fu Chen’s intuition and sharp sense had always been accurate.
Shen Jixing understood what he meant, “If I see him, I’ll tell you.”
“Maybe I’m just overthinking. Let’s wait and see tomorrow.”
Fu Chen, a seasoned professional, knew a bit about Bo Yu. The man’s obsession was terrifying enough to intimidate many.
Fu Chen slowly raised the window, waiting a moment and noticing the car still hadn’t moved.
Before he could speak, Sheng Que said, “My foot hurts; I don’t want to drive anymore.”
If he didn’t want to drive, why did he open the passenger door for Fu Chen?
Sheng Que knew well how Fu Chen would scold him.
With a click, Fu Chen casually unbuckled his seatbelt and got out. Sheng Que watched helplessly as he walked around the front of the car, his cold profile illuminated by the bright moon.
Quite, quite handsome.
The driver’s door opened, and Fu Chen bent down to lift him from the seat.
That face behind the glass suddenly drew very close.
Fu Chen lowered his eyes and said softly, “Pull the door.”
Sheng Que opened the back door of the car, and Fu Chen bent over to place him inside, just about to take off his shoes to check the injury.
Suddenly, he noticed Shen Jixing’s gaze fixed on them—cold and direct.
That was enough...
“Hang in there. I’ll check it when we get home.”
After speaking, Fu Chen straightened, closed the door, and went to start the car.
Sheng Que’s eyelashes fluttered, feeling his heartbeat quicken.
He rolled down the window a bit; the rushing wind dispelled the heat on his face.
Sheng Que suddenly asked, “Are you...”
“Hm.”
Sheng Que looked at him curiously, “Do you know what I’m going to say?”
“I do.” Fu Chen’s brows were steady, “The answer is always the same.”
Sheng Que softly replied with a hum and completed the sentence.
“You care a lot about that bodyguard?”
Fu Chen: “............”
After the flashy pink sports car vanished from sight, Shen Jixing lowered his gaze to check his phone.
Pei Ming said he was still stuck in traffic but would arrive soon.
Just as Shen Jixing was about to put away his phone, he suddenly felt several cold glances fall upon him.
He slowly looked up and saw several unfamiliar faces standing across the street.
This was the backstage area of the celebration; ordinary people couldn’t get in.
Who were they?
As if to confirm his suspicion, they averted their eyes and calmly approached him—
“Zing—”
A sea-blue glare flashed before his eyes, the sound of tires screeching was piercing in the night.
The car door opened, revealing that familiar, carefree smile.
“Been waiting long, baby? Isn’t your manager less reliable than me?”