Out of the blue, like a clap of thunder. Sun Jie's mind exploded with a resounding "boom," and he stared at him with wide eyes, unable to believe what he had just heard.
"What did you say?"
Lin Qiong, with a stiff expression, said, "My husband is exceptionally well-endowed."
This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to male dignity.
Sun Jie clenched his jaw tightly, and the veins in his jaw were visibly bulging. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but he couldn't utter a single word.
After taking a deep breath, Sun Jie finally spoke, "Didn't you just see mine?"
Upon recalling the previous scene, Lin Qiong's eyebrows furrowed instantly.
"Why are you frowning?!"
Lin Qiong glanced at him and then turned away, "Hmm."
Sun Jie exclaimed, "You... Are you fucking mocking me?!"
Lin Qiong's expression was indifferent, "No, you misunderstood."
Sun Jie pointed at him with his hand, "You are mocking me, for sure!!!"
Lin Qiong shrugged, "If you want to think that way, I can't do anything about it."
Sun Jie approached again and asked, "Didn't you see my proud brother's head just now?!"
"You must not have seen it clearly!"
"Let me show you again!"
He said as he began to lower his head and loosen his waistband.
Lin Qiong: ... This damn competitive instinct.
The sound of undoing the belt reached Lin Qiong's ears, and his eyebrows twitched. He quickly reached out and grabbed the other person's arm. "There's no need for that."
But Sun Jie was persistent. "You didn't see clearly just now, let me show you again."
"...There's really no need."
Lin Qiong couldn't hold him back, so he pressed both hands on Sun Jie's arm. "We're not even familiar with each other. Don't be so forward!" The young man gritted his teeth slightly, which essentially meant, We just met today, have some self-respect!
Sun Jie looked at him and said, "Why the fuck are you being polite to me?"
...Who the fuck is being polite to you!
Lin Qiong took a deep breath. "I saw it clearly just now, very clearly."
Sun Jie didn't believe it and had a skeptical expression. "Really?"
Lin Qiong looked at him with great certainty. "Really!"
Sun Jie persisted, "Then who is bigger, me or Fu Xingyun?"
"..."
This damned silence.
"I'll show you again!!!"
Lin Qiong: !!!
Lin Qiong: "Those who have loved eagles would never be interested in crows."
Sun Jie: ... Ahhhhh!
Looking at the person in front of him, who looked so sad like a 200-pound child, Lin Qiong was at a loss for words on how to console him.
Furthermore, the grandfather of the person he offended is celebrating his 80th birthday today. He just hurt the grandfather's feelings earlier, and now he's struck a blow to the grandson as well.
Lin Qiong instinctively shrunk his neck in guilt.
Looking at Sun Jie's slightly trembling shoulders, Lin Qiong hesitated and said, "Um... You're still young and have room for growth."
Sun Jie, on the verge of a breakdown, exclaimed, "I'm the same age as that bastard!"
Lin Qiong: ... For some reason, Lin Qiong's mind automatically made an association between "bastard" and Fu Xingyun.
With a serious tone, Lin Qiong said, "One should not compare oneself to others."
Sun Jie turned his head.
...
Suddenly, Lin Qiong thought of a comforting approach that Ji Yao often used. He cleared his throat and said, "Actually, your size is quite good."
Sun Jie turned to look at him.
With a confident smile, Lin Qiong continued, "You can be like a sister to me."
Meanwhile, Fu Xingyun was waiting outside the door. He had initially intended to enter, but the conversation inside was too explosive, so he stood there, listening to their dialogue.
Seeing no immediate response from inside after Lin Qiong finished speaking, Fu Xingyun thought the other party might be enraged and planning to resort to violence.
Fu Xingyun's eyes darkened slightly, his hand resting on the wheelchair ready to move, but in the next moment, the restroom door opened and closed repeatedly.
A black figure rushed out with a tearful voice, shouting, "Mom!!!!!!"
Fu Xingyun: ...
Lin Qiong, shaking his fluffy head, walked out with a serious expression. Nowadays, young people are too sheltered, unable to handle even a little bit of criticism. He couldn't help but reminisce about the years when he begged for food...
As he lifted his gaze, he unexpectedly locked eyes with the man not far away.
Lin Qiong: ... Mom!
Lin Qiong stood frozen in place like a statue. He felt like he had cracked open...
He had no idea how long the other person had been there, and he couldn't help but wonder if he had heard everything.
Could it be that he had heard it all?
The thought of dying crossed Lin Qiong's mind.
Was there a regret-reducer pill in the world?
Is it possible to live on another planet?
Will this lifetime pass by quickly?
The man's deep, dark eyes remained calm, but his gaze was unwavering, fixed on Lin Qiong without a blink.
Lin Qiong swallowed nervously for a moment. But upon careful consideration, he realized that his previous words didn't have any lethal consequences. As long as he didn't feel embarrassed, it would be others who would feel awkward.
Then, he raised his hand, put on a forced smile, and said, "Hi! What a coincidence! Are you here to use the restroom too?"
"...I came to find you," said Fu Xingyun, looking at him directly, his words too direct to respond to.
"Oh, you found me," Lin Qiong said, slightly bashful. He scratched his head and continued, "Since you found me, let's go back then." With that, he made a 180-degree turn with the wheelchair.
Phew... The feeling of oppression was much less now! He really was a clever little ghost.
Lin Qiong pushed Fu Xingyun, feeling anxious and unsteady on his feet. Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "Um... when did you arrive?"
Fu Xingyun replied, "Just now."
"Is that so..." Lin Qiong probed, "Did you hear anything?"
Fu Xingyun turned his head to look at him.
Lin Qiong instantly straightened his back.
He only heard the man's deep voice say, "I heard everything."
Lin Qiong thought to himself, Some people are dead but still alive, while others are alive but already dead.
Afraid of appearing in this old cunning fox's death note, Lin Qiong quickly distanced himself, "I just met that Sun guy, we barely know each other. Don't listen to his nonsense!"
Fu Xingyun looked at him and asked, "What did he say?" He was indeed surprised by the conversation he overheard between Lin Qiong and the other person inside the room.
After all, there were many unknown factors involved.
In their conversation, Lin Qiong was completely on his side, even in the face of temptation.
What was Sun Jie's nonsense?
In the next moment, Lin Qiong uttered, "I didn't marry you for money."
Fu Xingyun remained silent.
Lin Qiong blushed and said coyly, "It's because of love."
"..."
Bullshit love.
Lin Qiong raised both hands and made a heart shape in front of his chest. Fu Xingyun silently looked away.
Lin Qiong: Damn man.
The two of them returned to the mansion's lobby and bid farewell to the Sun grandfather. Sun Jie stood next to his grandfather and when he saw Lin Qiong, he seemed to be haunted by some psychological shadow and quickly turned his head and ran away.
Lin Qiong: ...
The two got into the car and Lin Qiong sighed as he leaned against the back of the car, closing his eyes to rest. Lately, he had encountered too many lunatics, which had left him mentally and physically exhausted and drained of energy. He let out a faint sigh.
Back in the past with horses and carriages, even if he lived a lifetime, he would only encounter one lunatic. But now, with developed transportation, he could be driven half-dead by people thousands of miles away.
But, well, sitting in a million-dollar car was actually quite comfortable. Lin Qiong seemed to melt into the car seat, soft and jelly-like.
"Lin Qiong," a voice came from beside him.
Lin Qiong squinted and turned to look at Fu Xingyun, "Huh?"
The man was also looking at him, "I don't care what your motives are for marrying me, it doesn't matter to me." The conversation he overheard in the restroom today had left him with a heavy feeling. He didn't like the cracks that appeared in his guarded shell because of someone.
What he wanted to do was be ruthless, ruthless enough to sever everything in its budding stage.
"I don't care about you, I don't want to know anything about you,"
Lin Qiong, not understanding why the other suddenly became emo. He squinted at the time.
Oh, it's time, time to dive into the cloud of depression.
Fu Xingyun continued speaking, roughly meaning that from now on, stay away from me.
Lin Qiong nodded while listening, but he never forgot his romantic brain's role. "It's okay if you don't care about me, as long as I care about you," he said, then turned his head to look out the window.
Seeing him turn away, as if unwilling to face him, Fu Xingyun clenched and then loosened his hand.
Lin Qiong: ....falls asleep
After returning home, they each went to change clothes before reuniting in the dining room. Fu Xingyun noticed that Lin Qiong had no energy at all, and the meal seemed tasteless to him. However, he didn't regret what he had just said to him.
Lin Qiong returned to his room, utterly exhausted. He was glad that he had managed to get through it. He then entered the bathroom, and there was the jacuzzi always there, whether he came or went.
Precious! I'm here!
After taking a shower, Lin Qiong comfortably lay on the bed, completely relaxed. But then, he noticed that the floor-to-ceiling window in the room was not closed.
Fu Xingyun had trouble sleeping tonight, thinking of the lonely back of Lin Qiong in the car. A hint of remorse appeared in his heart.
The next day, when Lin Qiong came out of the room and entered the dining room, Fu Xingyun noticed the dark circles under his eyes. He glanced at him and asked, "Didn't sleep well?"
Lin Qiong nodded with a downcast expression, looking innocent as if he was seeking sympathy.
Fu Xingyun didn't expect that his words would cause Lin Qiong to lose sleep at night. But in the end, Fu Xingyun didn't say anything about it.
After breakfast, Lin Qiong was about to take out the trash when his phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
He picked it up and saw that it was Ji Yao calling.
The sound of Ji Yao's voice came through from the other end, "Hey, it's your sister, the beautiful one!"
Lin Qiong replied, "Yeah, I know." There was an indescribable weariness in his voice.
Ji Yao asked in confusion, "Did you not sleep well last night?"
Lin Qiong nodded while holding the phone, his voice sounding lazy, "Mhm."
Ji Yao continued to inquire, "What happened?"
Lin Qiong recalled the open French window from the previous night and replied, "I had a battle with a mosquito all night."
Ji Yao asked, "Did you win?"
Lin Qiong replied, "It was a draw."
Ji Yao: ?
Lin Qiong said, "The mosquito didn't get its fill, and I didn't sleep well."