"You!"
The man was furious.
Lin Qiong maintained a stern face and looked at him fiercely. Saying those words felt somewhat satisfying. Then he turned around and walked out, planning to go downstairs and eat both bowls of noodles.
Fu Xingyun was filled with anger and picked up his phone from the table, dialing a number.
On the other end, the secretary, who was attending a company gathering, was a bit surprised. Wasn't the meeting over for today?
One of the colleagues gestured and mouthed, "Who is it?"
The secretary glanced at the caller ID and realized it was the boss. Without delay, the secretary answered the call. "Boss."
The man's voice sounded angry. "Come and pick me up."
The secretary's eyes widened for a moment as he looked at the dark night outside. It was already 8 o'clock in the evening. "Boss, where do you want to go?"
"Anywhere is fine. Come and pick me up now."
The secretary picked up on the Boss's agitation and asked, "Is something wrong at home, Boss? Did a pipe burst or is there a gas leak?"
Fu Xingyun recalled Lin Qiong's words just now, and he was on the verge of exploding like a pufferfish. All rationality was lost in an instant. "He wants to find a boy toy, so I'll make room for him!"
Silence fell for a moment before the secretary's eyes widened. In his mind, he automatically connected the dots to the only person who had recently married the boss—Lin Qiong. His jaw almost dropped. The other party actually wanted to find a boy toy right in front of the boss.
This... is simply unbelievable.
It was inevitable that some background noise would be picked up by the phone, and the colleagues around were almost dumbfounded. Their gossip souls were ignited, and for a moment, they mouthed silently, "Boss?"
"Cuckold!"
The secretary quickly gave the person a tap on the back of the head, causing them to grimace in pain. Then the conversation continued, "Boss, are you quarreling with Mr. Lin?"
Fu Xingyun took a deep breath. "He's unreasonable."
Fine, they were indeed quarreling.
It seems that the boss probably didn't win the argument, so they are causing a scene and threatening to run away from home.
But isn't the boss and Mr. Lin's marriage one of convenience? How can there be emotions and arguments in a political marriage?
While thinking this, the secretary organized his words and said, "Boss, it's possible that what the other party said was just a momentary..."
But before the secretary could finish, the voice of Mr. Fu came through the phone, "It's the truth."
The secretary: ...
"Maybe Mr. Lin said those things in the heat of the moment when he was angry. Who doesn't say something insincere during an argument?"
Fu Xingyun: "I don't."
The secretary: ...
After a moment of silence, the secretary asked, "Boss, may I know what you and Mr. Lin were arguing about?"
Fu Xingyun didn't hesitate, "I don't eat the food he cooks."
The secretary: ..."Did he feed you spoiled food?"
Fu Xingyun: "No."
After a moment of silence, he continued, "He made me eat vegetarian food."
The secretary: ...Are you guys in elementary school?
"Then Mr. Lin said he wanted to find a boy toy?"
"Hmm." One syllable, heavy and muffled.
The secretary didn't know how to organize his words for a moment. He, a single person, was playing the role of an emotional mentor to his boss thine pitch-black night. "Boss, when Mr. Lin is angry, he might not be speaking from the heart. Don't take it seriously and don't worry."
However, it was clear that the other party couldn't listen. The elementary school mentality took over, "Come and pick me up now."
The secretary, steeling his nerves, launched a counterattack, "Boss, if you leave now... no, if you leave now, it will play right into Mr. Lin's hands. He will become even more audacious in the future."
As expected, the moment these words were spoken, the other party fell silent. "Boss, you are the head of the household. What happens in the family is ultimately your decision. Where does Mr. Lin get the audacity to find a boy toy?"
Fu Xingyun responded, "He has the guts of a bear and the heart of a leopard."
The secretary: ...
"Even if he does find someone, they won't be as outstanding or wealthy as you."
"Even if he finds someone, they will just be a substitute for you."
The secretary was blabbering with his excellent eloquence, but in the next moment, the man's voice came through calmly, "Didn't you say that him finding a boy toy was just an angry remark?"
The secretary: ...What the hell??!
Taking a deep breath, the secretary, after all, being paid by the man, knew that there was nothing else he could do, nothing else he could refuse to do. "Of course, it was just an angry remark. I was just speculating earlier," after half an hour of psychological counseling, the emotional phone call finally came to an end.
The secretary hung up the phone and let out a sigh of relief.
The surrounding colleagues were curious, "What did the boss say?"
The secretary took a sip of water to moisten his throat, but also kept in mind the need to maintain the boss's dignity. "Of course, Mr. Lin came over to apologize!"
"Really?"
"Of course," the secretary forged ahead, "just as the call was halfway through, Mr. Lin came in to persuade the boss to stay, with tears and a heartfelt plea."
Some colleagues were confused, "Didn't Mr. Lin say he wanted to find a boy toy?"
"Impossible!" The secretary's eyelid twitched, "It's Mr. Lin who wanted to find a boy toy for the boss."
Ha! What a chaotic relationship! They always had a stereotypical impression of the male wife that the boss married, thinking he was stupid and wicked with prince syndrome. Now it seems that he is quite different from what they thought.
After Lin Qiong went downstairs, he sat at the dining table and angrily ate his instant noodles. Even after finishing one bowl and feeling stuffed, he reluctantly took Fu Xingyun's bowl of noodles from across the table and started eating it. After finishing, he was so full that he sat in the chair, touching his bloated belly and not wanting to move. He wasn't young anymore. Back when he begged for food, he could eat five bowls at once.
Lin Qiong looked at the ceiling above his head, the huge crystal chandelier hurting his eyes as it swayed. Maybe it was because he was full, but his mind felt a bit dull as if his brain had shut down. After a while, he suddenly came back to reality.
Knock!
What did he just say to Fu Xingyun?
Is he trying to kill himself?
Who gave him the courage?
Lin Qiong's gaze turned vacant, remembering how brave he was in front of the man, but now the more he thought about it, the more cowardly he felt. He cursed himself as a fool in his heart. The words he just said could have killed him seventeen or eighteen times. Lin Qiong sat by the dining table for a while longer before getting up.
A real man can be flexible and apologize.
He straightened his small chest, walked up confidently, and knocked on the door, "Are you there?"
Fu Xingyun looked at the messy lines on the paper in front of him and coldly replied, "Yes!"
The tone of the other party wasn't pleasant. Although Lin Qiong had regained most of his sanity, there was still some lingering anger in his heart. When he opened the door, he saw the other party's grumpy face, and for a moment, he couldn't bring himself to speak soft words.
Fu Xingyun looked up at him, and it could be said that Lin Qiong lowered his head first. However, after Lin Qiong entered, he remained silent, causing the man to speak impatiently, "What is it?"
His voice was cold, and his words were filled with impatience. Lin Qiong took a deep breath.
I'm not angry.
I'm not angry.
A real man can be flexible.
Then he looked up again at the handsome face of the man in front of him.
Lin Qiong: Sorry, seeing this face now just makes me really angry :)
For a moment, the atmosphere became tense. After the phone call just now, Fu Xingyun had regained some of his sanity.
"Lin Qiong..."
Before the man could finish his sentence, the young man interrupted, "I'm still angry right now. Wait until I calm down before you come to appease me."
With that, he turned and left the study.
Fu Xingyun: ...
Lin Qiong calmed down before going upstairs again. This time, the study was empty, so he went directly to Fu Xingyun's room. It was almost the same scene as yesterday. Fu Xingyun was sitting on the bed, leaning against it, with a book placed on the bedside table.
Lin Qiong prepared himself, putting on a smile as he walked over. "Xingyun."
The man glanced at him.
Lin Qiong smiled falsely, "Are you still angry? Let's go downstairs and have dinner."
"I won't go."
"How can that be!" Lin Qiong looked serious, "You'll have nightmares if you don't eat at night."
Fu Xingyun's face was cold. "Didn't you refuse to cook for me?"
Lin Qiong stiffened, "Nonsense! How could I, who loves you so much, not cook for you?"
Fu Xingyun looked at Lin Qiong, "Weren't you waiting for me to starve and go find a boy toy?"
"Impossible!" Lin Qiong was startled and quickly waved his hand. Then he placed his hand on his chest and lowered his head shyly, "I have only loved you in my whole life."
Fu Xingyun: ...
Lin Qiong patted Fu Xingyun's blanket with his hand, "I was impulsive just now, possessed by a devil. But every word I said was not from the heart."
"When you are hungry there is pain in my heart," Lin Qiong said, "I apologize to you, everything is your fault."
"What?" Fu Xingyun asked.
"No, no," Lin Qiong accidentally let slip a sincere thought, "Everything is my fault, I was too harsh, I'm bad."
Fu Xingyun stared at him without blinking, and for a moment, it seemed like Lin Qiong was about to be seen through. He nervously swallowed his saliva. He wouldn't have seen through his lie, right?
Then, unable to bear the gaze, Lin Qiong averted his eyes. "Xingyun, can you stop looking at me like this?"
It made him feel uneasy.
"You're guilty," Fu Xingyun said.
"I'm embarrassed," Lin Qiong blushed.
"... "
The next moment, Lin Qiong changed his tone completely, "Alright, I've already apologized to you and you've forgiven me. Is there anything you want to say now?"
Fu Xingyun: ...When did he forgive him?
Lin Qiong quickly babbled, "Our argument was between the two of us."
Fu Xingyun coughed awkwardly after hearing that. "At the beginning, my tone was not good."
Lin Qiong nodded. "What else?"
Fu Xingyun tried to recall, "I shouldn't have yelled at you."
Lin Qiong nodded again. "And?"
Fu Xingyun struggled to remember, "I shouldn't have skipped meals."
Lin Qiong nodded with relief. "Remember to change it next time."
Fu Xingyun: ... This isn't the way it should have gone.
Then Lin Qiong pushed him out of the room, ready to go eat, and tried to salvage the image of being in love. "I couldn't eat just now because you weren't there."
Fu Xingyun looked at him, "Really?"
Lin Qiong remembered the two bowls of instant noodles just now and still felt stuffed.
"Of course, I didn't take a single bite... Hic~"
"..."