Lin Qiong's eyes widened, his healthy and rosy lips slightly open, looking at the tall figure with disbelief.
His mouth opened and closed, but not a single word came out.
The man seemed unaware of the strangeness behind him. He took out his phone and made a call, walking a few steps back and forth while waiting for the call to connect.
Lin Qiong stared in disbelief at Fu Xingyun's strides.
"Prepare the car, we're going to the company," the man said after ending the call, intending to take the elevator back to the third floor. At that moment, the doctor and nurse approached from the living room.
The doctor calmly looked at Fu Xingyun and asked, "Mr. Fu, Mr. Lin is going on a business trip for a few days. Will we still be needed here?"
"No need," the man replied without glancing at them. "Come back when he returns."
"Understood."
Fu Xingyun added, "You gave the right answers today."
The doctor smiled, "We are professionals."
With that, they picked up the medical kit to leave. However, just as they took a step, there was a sudden stumble.
The nurse quickly supported the doctor, but when he raised his head, he let out a gasp.
As the elevator door opened, the man turned to the sound and saw Lin Qiong standing there like a stunned goose.
Fu Xingyun's heart sank suddenly, as if he were in free fall, and the feeling of weightlessness in his chest grew stronger.
The nurse couldn't help but swallow nervously. "Mr. Lin."
However, Lin Qiong just kept staring at the man's legs, not responding.
The experienced doctor was momentarily at a loss, "Mr. Lin, why did you return so quickly?"
An awkward atmosphere permeated the surroundings. Lin Qiong looked at Fu Xingyun, unable to discern his current emotions when he spoke.
"I..." Lin Qiong tried to articulate, "I forgot to bring my ID card and came back to get it."
He quickly glanced at Fu Xingyun, who once again lowered his head.
Lin Qiong took a step forward. The gaze ahead was intense, but when the tall figure suddenly stood up, he was caught off guard and didn't know how to face Fu Xingyun.
As he walked a few steps closer, he felt an invisible pressure. Looking at the tall figure standing there motionless, with a pair of eyes staring at him intently.
Fu Xingyun was also unsure of what to do for a moment. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the other person say, "I... I'll take the stairs."
"Let's go together," Fu Xingyun tried to reach out to pull him.
Lin Qiong instinctively turned and avoided, "No... no need."
Then he came up with a lame excuse, "The elevator is slow."
Saying that, he walked up the stairs frantically, three steps at a time. It's not that he was shocked to see Fu Xingyun stand up; it was just that he hadn't mentally accepted the fact that Fu Xingyun could stand up.
He was perfectly fine just before he left.
How... how did he stand up?!
Lin Qiong's brain momentarily stopped working, and he even felt a bit flustered. He took out his ID card from the drawer, wanting his trembling hands to stop, but they kept shaking uncontrollably.
He had imagined countless scenes of Fu Xingyun standing up – surprise, astonishment, pride.
But his current mood clearly told him that he was not happy. Despite the fact that the other person had stood up, he couldn't feel a trace of joy.
He didn't know why; this inexplicable emotion.
Lin Qiong took a deep breath, holding his ID card, "Lin Qiong, be happy."
He murmured this sentence to himself repeatedly.
When Lin Qiong descended the stairs, the man was still in the same position.
Unable to resist, Lin Qiong glanced at him. Fu Xingyun was taller than he had imagined, with broad shoulders and long legs, standing there like a brick wall.
"Lin Qiong."
The man spoke first, but Lin Qiong pretended not to hear, turning around and walking away.
"Lin Qiong!"
Fu Xingyun stepped forward and grabbed his arm. Lin Qiong pretended not to notice, but turned around with a forced smile, "Huh?"
Fu Xingyun looked at the expression on his face, but couldn't quite understand, "Don't you have something to say to me?"
Lin Qiong's gaze shifted, "I do."
Fu Xingyun let go of his arm, "Go ahead."
Lin Qiong: "I'll be back in three days."
Saying that, when Fu Xingyun wasn't paying attention, he swiftly ran out of the door.
However, footsteps from behind reached his ears, and Lin Qiong turned around to find the man chasing after him.
Lin Qiong was momentarily frightened and hastened his steps, "Why are you chasing me?"
Fu Xingyun: "Why are you running?"
Enough talk! If you chase me, I won't run.
Perhaps because the other person's legs had just recovered, after running a distance, he couldn't bear it and stumbled suddenly.
Lin Qiong glanced at him in a daze, wanting to turn back to check on him, but ultimately forced himself to resist. Then he turned around and ran out of the villa area without looking back.
When he sat in the small van, still feeling unsettled, Wang Cheng looked at him with a face that seemed to have encountered a ghost, "What's wrong? Encountered a ghost in broad daylight?"
Lin Qiong: "Kind of."
Twenty minutes and Fu Xingyun was cured.
Wang Cheng was speechless for a moment, then didn't say anything more, starting the car towards the airport.
Lin Qiong sat in the car in silence, and when they boarded the plane, out of the blue, he said, "I can participate in future promotional activities."
Wang Cheng was stunned, "What?"
Lin Qiong repeated, "I can participate in future promotional activities."
"Your old pervert at home doesn't care about you anymore?"
Lin Qiong didn't know how to answer for a moment, then nodded.
"Damn!" Wang Cheng was shocked. If Fu Xingyun no longer restricted Lin Qiong's activities, did it mean that the initial excitement was gone, and they were done playing?
"Did that old pervert dump you? Are you getting a divorce?"
Initially, they agreed that they would divorce once the other recovered. Now that Fu Xingyun could stand up, it was probably time for them to divorce.
Lin Qiong looked at his fingers, "Sort of."
Wang Cheng understood after hearing that, "I told you, your marriage won't last long. You're after money, and he's after looks. It won't work out."
Lin Qiong heard it without retorting, but he felt uneasy inside. According to his previous plan, Fu Xingyun would stand up, they would get divorced, and then he would take the substantial assets from the divorce and start a new life far away, living happily as a wealthy single man.
However, Lin Qiong was not happy at all.
When did Fu Xingyun stand up?
Why didn't he tell him?
Has someone already known about Fu Xingyun standing up, or maybe everyone already knows, except him?
Just now, facing Fu Xingyun, Lin Qiong didn't voice the doubts in his heart.
Wang Cheng, unaware of the other's feelings, couldn't stop talking, "It's good to separate. You two have a generation gap due to the age difference, and it must be difficult to get along."
Lin Qiong watched the flight attendant serving the airplane meal. After receiving his portion, he didn't say anything, just hummed and started eating.
Wang Cheng looked at him, "Turning grief into appetite?"
"..."
Seeing that Lin Qiong remained silent, Wang Cheng silently handed over his portion to him, "Eat."
Lin Qiong was taken aback, "Aren't you eating?"
Wang Cheng looked at him, not in a good mood, "I'm not hungry, it's for you."
Lin Qiong, with a mouthful of food, suddenly felt his eyes stinging. For a moment, he felt like he was back to the time when he was scavenging for a hard steamed bun in the trash.
He didn't know why his eyes were red, but when Wang Cheng handed him the food, he suddenly felt the comfort from others, and the pent-up grievance he didn't even know about burst out.
He was upset that Fu Xingyun stood up without telling him.
Even more upset that the other kept it from him.
He had looked forward to Fu Xingyun standing up more than anyone else. It was like cultivating a flower with great effort, only to have it picked by someone else before he could admire it.
Not even a petal was left for himself.
Seeing that Lin Qiong's emotions were low, Wang Cheng couldn't bear it. After arriving at the hotel, he grabbed Lin Qiong's shoulder and shook it wildly, "What are you feeling sad about?!"
Lin Qiong didn't say anything.
Wang Cheng: "Why did you marry him in the first place?"
Lin Qiong: "For money."
"Can you get money from a divorce?"
Lin Qiong's eyes lit up instantly, "Of course!"
"Then why are you sad?"
Yeah, Lin Qiong suddenly couldn't figure out why he was sad just now. Once Fu Xingyun's legs recovered, they could get a divorce, and he wouldn't have to be on edge anymore.
Lin Qiong still didn't speak. The next moment, he felt a sting on his face. Wang Cheng was holding his face with both hands, squeezing it crazily. The fair cheeks deformed slightly, and his mouth turned into a small chicken beak.
"Lin Qiong! Take this as a lesson for yourself. Money can't buy love. What that old pervert likes is just your youth and appearance. It's not love."
Lin Qiong was stunned.
He had acted in many stage plays about love in his previous life but had never personally experienced what it was like. He had no family or lover, and his understanding of emotions in the script was all self-realized.
He thought he had some feelings for Fu Xingyun.
"Isn't it?"
"Of course not!" Wang Cheng said seriously, "Love won't be tainted by money; otherwise, it wouldn't be pure."
Seeing Lin Qiong in a daze, Wang Cheng spoke again, "But from now on, everything before doesn't matter. Lin Qiong, many people like you now."
Lin Qiong: "Who?"
"Strangers."
"..."
Seeing that Lin Qiong didn't understand, Wang Cheng changed his wording, "Your unknown fans. Many people like you now."
Lin Qiong tentatively asked, "Me?"
"Yes."
Wang Cheng began to encourage him, "Look at you. You must be good-looking to be an actor. The movie received good reviews, and you have acting skills. Although you stepped into the gutter before, you're still in your early twenties. Lin Qiong, your good days are ahead of you."
"After you divorce that old pervert, you can find someone else." Wang Cheng patted his shoulder, "As long as you change partners quickly, there's no sadness, only love."