Lin Qiong's fair fingers intertwined with Fu Xingyun's, and he looked up at Fu Xingyun with some embarrassment. "There's not much money in it."
At this moment, a sense of failure crept into Lin Qiong's heart. If only he could earn more money, the money he gave to his loved one wouldn't be barely enough. If he earned more, he could casually hand over the card to Fu Xingyun and say... take it, spend as you like.
The thought that his money might not be enough for Fu Xingyun to buy what he liked made Lin Qiong feel extremely uncomfortable. Even though it wasn't a small amount to him, it might be equivalent to just a few dollars for Fu Xingyun.
With his head lowered, Fu Xingyun's faint ink-like eyes observed the other party. He knew exactly what the other person was thinking. He raised his hand and rubbed the person's fluffy head. "I will use it well."
Lin Qiong was moved for a moment, looking up at the other person with a pleading face. "But I'm afraid you won't have enough to spend."
Then he continued, "But I will work hard to earn money. There will be income every month in the future, and if you don't mind... if you don't mind, you can use my card for expenses in the future."
He initially wanted to suggest using his own card right now, but he was afraid there wouldn't be enough money in it, which would embarrass Fu Xingyun.
The man's slender fingers gently touched the other person's cheek. "No need to worry."
His voice carried a tenderness that he hadn't experienced in decades, and his gaze was filled with love. "I will directly use your card to buy things."
Fu Xingyun comes from a prestigious family, and he has enjoyed a life of luxury since childhood. As the young master, he is admired wherever he goes. Having wealth and power, there's hardly anything good that he hasn't seen. It's likely that things below a certain price are not even worth his attention.
Lin Qiong: "Won't it be very expensive?"
Fu Xingyun replied, "Pork is only thirty yuan per kilogram."
"..."
Seeing the person stunned and silent, thinking that he might have said something wrong, but this was what Fu Jinglin told him last time when they went shopping for groceries with Lin Qiong.
The young man came back and said the first thing, "Uncle, we've been fucking fooled before."
Fu Xingyun glanced at him, "If you've been fooled, it's your problem, don't drag me into it."
"..."
Fu Jinglin sat down beside him, "Uncle, the five-star hotels we used to eat at are all scams. Today, Lin Qiong and I went to buy meat, and damn, pork is thirty yuan per kilogram. The hotel charges three thousand for a meat dish. Can you believe it?"
Fu Xingyun looked at Lin Qiong, who still hadn't reacted, licked his lips, and then asked, "Isn't pork thirty yuan per kilogram?"
Lin Qiong quickly turned his head and nodded, "Yes, it's thirty yuan per kilogram."
Unexpectedly, the preferences of the billionaire boss were so simple and unpretentious.
Fu Xingyun breathed a sigh of relief after hearing that. "That's good."
He then took out the card again and waved it in front of Lin Qiong. "I should be able to buy a lot."
"Buy!" Lin Qiong suddenly grabbed the man's cheeks with both hands, planted several kisses on his lips, and the volume of his voice increased with each kiss. "Buy big pieces!"
Fu Xingyun had always been cool and aloof, and Lin Qiong had always wondered what kind of person could win the favor of this eccentric and demanding boss. If Fu Xingyun truly fell for someone, how would he behave? Before, these were things he couldn't even imagine.
But now, it was happening right in front of him.
Fu Xingyun's head was lowered by Lin Qiong, and he thoroughly enjoyed the kisses from Lin Qiong. It was just simple intimacy between lovers, but it deeply touched his heart, and he found joy in it.
After showering Fu Xingyun with affectionate kisses, Lin Qiong looked at him with a serious and earnest expression. "Fu Xingyun."
Fu Xingyun's lips curved slightly with a hint of a smile. "Hmm?"
"Can I ask..."
"What?"
"Did I save your life in a past life?"
"..."
The man's upturned lips froze for a moment, at a loss for words, unsure how to respond.
In his previous life, he had been so poor, so the assumption was entirely unrealistic. But Lin Qiong couldn't help but think this way. In his two lifetimes, Fu Xingyun was the only person to ever be sincere and genuine to Lin Qiong.
Fu Xingyun seemed like a divine intervention. He came to love Lin Qiong.
Looking at the man in front of him, Lin Qiong suddenly felt that all the hardships and suffering in his previous life were worth it to be able to meet Fu Xingyun.
He had once harbored resentment towards fate, questioning why it treated him so poorly while being kind to others. It seemed like a double standard.
But all of it led him to meet Fu Xingyun, and he willingly accepted it.
His phone vibrated, indicating that Wang Cheng had come to pick him up as the appointed time had arrived.
Lin Qiong glanced at his phone, his voice carrying an unmistakable sense of disappointment. "I'm leaving."
"Hmm."
Although Fu Xingyun said "hmm," he didn't let go of Lin Qiong's hand.
But Lin Qiong had to leave now.
He reminded him, "Don't forget our agreement."
Fu Xingyun was a bit puzzled. "What agreement?"
Lin Qiong blushed. "Stu... studying. We agreed to go all the way next time we meet, remember?"
He tugged at the hem of Fu Xingyun's clothes. "Let's aim for a successful attempt."
Fu Xingyun took a deep breath. "Alright."
After saying that, the atmosphere around them became slightly tense. Lin Qiong, feeling awkward, didn't dare to look directly at Fu Xingyun and said, "I'll go now."
Without waiting for a response, he picked up his suitcase, turned around, and started to leave. However, halfway through, he suddenly turned back, gave a quick peck on Fu Xingyun's cheek, and said, "Until next time."
Having said that, he swiftly left, leaving Fu Xingyun standing by the door.
Nearly five minutes passed after he left, but Fu Xingyun remained standing there, deep in thought about what Lin Qiong had said.
How does one go about learning?
Then he quickly took out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number.
"What's up?"
Fu Xingyun: "I need to learn now."
Qin Heng was surprised and quickly sat up from the bed. "Are you going to attend an elderly university?"
"..."
Fu Xingyun remained silent for a while, and it took him a good half moment to say, "No."
Qin Heng breathed a sigh of relief after hearing that. "I also know you wouldn't like that."
"..."
Continuing the conversation, Qin Heng asked, "What do you want to learn?"
Having grown up together since childhood, there were no taboos between good buddies. "Movies."
Qin Heng pondered about what Fu Xingyun had said before. "Inspirational short films for life transformation?"
Fu Xingyun, with a deadpan expression, replied, "A feature film that goes against discipline and manners."
Qin Heng was puzzled and couldn't help asking, "What kind of film is that?"
Fu Xingyun: "An adult film."
"..."
Going against discipline and manners...
There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by bursts of laughter.
"Hahaha, Fu Xingyun, you fucking haha! You fucking turned out to be a...!"
Fu Xingyun felt a bit wounded in his pride. "So what if I am?"
Qin Heng was on the verge of tears and laughter. He had always thought that Fu Xingyun would have a private outlet for his desires, but he never expected that there was none. Then, he boasted, "I was eighteen when I lost mine."
He and Mu Xian got together at eighteen.
In this aspect, he was thoroughly crushing his good friend.
The next moment, he heard Fu Xingyun's voice saying faintly, "Mu Xian also ended up running away."
"..."
Qin Heng's hand holding the phone stiffened. "Mutual destruction, huh."
After a few more teasing remarks, they returned to the main topic.
"If you want, I have quite a collection here," Qin Heng said, starting to search for something. "What kind do you want?"
"All kinds," Fu Xingyun replied.
Qin Heng was startled. "Damn, that would be my entire collection."
But since they were good friends, he ultimately sent everything over.
After receiving the files, Fu Xingyun opened them to start learning. However, after just ten minutes of watching, he exited, crossing his hands in front of his chin.
Almost instinctively, he felt uncomfortable seeing the scenes. The images made him furrow his brows, but then he thought that Lin Qiong seemed to be okay with this, so he reluctantly opened the files again.
On the other side, Lin Qiong was equally determined. Every day, he would sneakily hold his phone and watch educational videos like a thief, studying knowledge. Each time, he would hide in a corner, afraid of being seen, and even took notes.
Watching Lin Qiong sneak into a corner for who knows how many times today, Wang Cheng was somewhat puzzled. He approached and patted Lin Qiong's shoulder, "What are you doing?"
Lin Qiong jumped, and his phone almost flew out of his hand. "I... I'm studying."
Wang Cheng looked at his guilty expression. "Do you think I'll believe that?"
Lin Qiong: "I don't have any other reasons."
Wang Cheng asked again, "Were you this diligent during the college entrance exam? You went to Tsinghua University because of your efforts."
Lin Qiong proudly raised his little head. "No college entrance exam, I got admitted through recommendation."
"..."
In his previous life, he attended an art college, and although he got admitted through recommendation, it was more of a stressful situation. After all, the first year of being admitted through recommendation meant free tuition, and he almost had to fight his way in.
Wang Cheng glanced at him. "Keep going then."
Lin Qiong extended a small hand, giving a slight OK.
A week later, when they both were scheduled to return home the same day. The two had almost tacitly avoided bringing up this matter when talking on the phone. It was as if they hadn't made any agreement at all, but their actions showed that they both cared about it.
Lin Qiong returned home with a brain full of knowledge, opened the door, and walked in. "Xingyun."
"Xingyun, are you here?"
No one was at home! Lin Qiong's eyes lit up. He still had time to review.
But this time, instead of going to his own room, Lin Qiong sneaked into Fu Xingyun's room. After taking a shower and changing into fresh clothes, he began to review the notes he had written.
Hearing a sound near the window, he quickly went to stuff the notes under the pillow in panic, but accidentally touched something hard.
Curious, Lin Qiong took a look. It was the book that Fu Xingyun had been reading earlier, but now his focus was entirely on studying, and he had no intention of diverting his attention.
Not long after, footsteps approached outside the door, making Lin Qiong's heart almost jump into his throat.
The man walked in, a slightly drunken expression on his face, indicating that he had been drinking. He glanced at the person on the bed and froze for a moment.
Lin Qiong awkwardly raised his hand to greet him. "Hey."
Fu Xingyun looked at the thin clothes on Lin Qiong and swallowed. "You're back."
Lin Qiong nodded. "Yeah."
Then he pulled the man closer. "We can do practice now."
With shining eyes, he added, "I've learned a lot. If you don't understand, I can teach you."
Fu Xingyun's pupils contracted.
The two almost instantly embraced each other. Fu Xingyun hurriedly undid his belt, like an energetic young man.
Then, seemingly reminded of something, the remaining bit of sanity made him pull out a book from under the pillow while undressing.
Flipping it open haphazardly, his well-defined hand swept through the pages and tore out a thick stack, heading straight for section 102.
The next morning, Lin Qiong sat on the bed looking utterly confused. It seemed like the other person learned even more from studying than he did!!