Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Yu He accomplished his task impressively.

Without needing any guidance, as if a male’s instincts inherently made one adept at this matter, upon hearing the words ‘it’s your turn,’ Yu He seemed to have an epiphany, grasping the concept without a teacher.

He reverse-engineered the lessons taught by Sean, easily deducing a methodology to satisfy Fu Yunzheng.

He was indeed successful enough, but in this matter, no matter how well he performed in the moment, the man always felt there was room for improvement, believing he could perform even better next time.

When Yu He wanted to continue working overtime, Fu Yunzheng declined, saying: “It’s too late.”

Subconsciously, Yu He planted a gentle kiss on Fu Yunzheng’s forehead, responding softly, “Alright.”

Fu Yunzheng’s gaze wavered for a moment but quickly steadied. He maintained his composure and instructed indifferently, “Go back to your room.”

Yu He said, “Let me help you take a bath.”

The word ‘help’ struck like an arrow of ice, making Fu Yunzheng’s heart tighten, and the warmth on his face quickly faded. He said sternly, “You may leave now.”

Yu He’s gaze wavered, hesitating.

Fu Yunzheng unfolded the aura unique to someone of high status, his voice cold as he ordered, “Leave.”

Without insisting further, Yu He stood up, gave a slight bow to Fu Yunzheng, and turned to leave.

The temperature in the hallway was lower than in the bedroom. The slightly cool breeze made all the reluctance in Yu He’s heart dissipate.

He found his room, pushed the door open, walked in, and thought to himself what there was to be unhappy about. Fu Yunzheng didn’t need his services, so he could just enjoy his leisure time after the pleasurable encounter. He threw his bath towel into the laundry basket, stepped into the shower, and let the hot water pour down on him, feeling very comfortable. As he closed his eyes to wash his hair, Fu Yunzheng’s handsome and restrained face filled his mind.

So the ‘special hobby’ Wang Wuchuan spoke of turned out to be playing the submissive role.

Wang Wuchuan probably didn’t know the specifics of Fu Yunzheng’s preferences; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so vague, causing Yu He to think he was in for a grisly ordeal tonight.

If Yu He had known Fu Yunzheng was into that, he would have come earlier.

Yu He always considered himself a person not driven by desire, even describing himself as indifferent and carefree. When others asked him about the ‘crane’ in his name, he would say it refers to the crane in the phrase ‘leisurely cloud and wild crane.’

Before meeting Fu Yunzheng, no, to be precise, before those words ‘it’s your turn,’ Yu He never realized he could feel such intense desire for someone.

Could this be an incredibly strange instance of reverse psychology, as if thinking, 'Since I can avoid being the submissive one, I should seize the chance to take the dominant role and perform exceptionally well right away'?

Yu He's phone was confiscated, and as he lay on the bed, he noticed it was quite soft, unlike the hard mattress in Fu Yunzheng’s room.

The night was exceedingly quiet within the tourist area, and the Fu residence, hidden deep within, was even more so completely silent. In such a quiet environment, Yu He found it difficult to fall asleep. Moreover, he was accustomed to a nocturnal lifestyle; it was just past midnight, and he wasn’t the slightest bit tired.

After tonight's 'work' came to an end, his tense emotions finally eased temporarily, rendering him numb and unfamiliar with his surroundings.

Yu He didn’t fall asleep until the sky started to brighten around 5:30 in the morning, when the crisp chirping of birds arose from outside the courtyard. It was only then that he drifted off for a while, lulled by the sound of the birdsong.

Annoyingly, he didn’t have a good dream.

Yu He dreamt of the Yu family.

Inside the villa, his foster father, Yu Shiquan, threw the DNA test report in front of Yu He and said coldly, "You can leave now."

As Yu He looked over the test report, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning and called out, "Dad?"

Yu Shiquan waved his hand dismissively, his face filled with disgust, "Don't call me dad. I don’t have a son like you. I've provided you with food and shelter all these years, and you can't even get into a decent university. What’s the use of raising you? Worthless."

His foster mother, Zhang Wan, also couldn’t believe it. She sat on the sofa, silently shedding tears, and asked, "Then where is our child?"

"He's studying finance at Fengcheng University." Yu Shiquan’s face visibly brightened as he spoke, "His name is Qing Yan."

Qing Yan.

The young man in a white tracksuit gave Yu He a shallow smile, "Hello, Yu He. I'm glad to be your brother. Actually, you don't have to move out. I've already talked to dad, and he agreed that you can continue living with the Yu family."

Yu He scoffed, brushing past the person’s shoulder as he strode out of the Yu family’s front door, "My brother? Who are you to be worthy of being my brother?"

"Ungrateful brat!" Yu Shiquan was furious, smashing the ashtray at Yu He’s feet as he shouted, "Get out."

Amidst the crisp sound of the shattering glass ashtray, Yu He heard the young man say:

"I am Yu Qing Yan."

*

Yu He suddenly opened his eyes, his chest heaving violently.

He lay on the bed, filled with that agitated fatigue that comes after pulling an all-nighter. His eyes, even the sockets, were somewhat sore. Nestled in the soft bedclothes, Yu He felt an uncomfortable emptiness inside.

Like a lone swallow navigating through a storm, unsure of where to find refuge.

He was left without a home.

Approaching 8 in the morning, Yu He heard the sound of the neighboring room's door.

Sighing, Yu He buried his head in the blanket, feeling irritated at the thought of discussing the contract later on.

After lingering in bed for a while longer, Yu He climbed out of bed to get dressed. There were several clothes hanging in the wardrobe, all in Yu He’s size, and in the corner, there was a basket of underwear, containing several unopened packages of underpants.

Yu He took out a pair of underpants and couldn’t help but laugh.

The person who prepared the underpants obviously had no clue about his size, as there was a box of every size from L to XXL.

Yu He rarely wore this brand of underpants and wasn’t sure which size would fit best. When it came to clothing, he always adhered to the principle that looser is more comfortable, so he chose the largest size and put it on.

It’s bearable if underwear is a bit too big, but unbearable if it's too small.

He casually grabbed a black T-shirt and a pair of grey trousers from the wardrobe and put them on, then took a look at himself in the mirror.

Despite looking tired, he was still handsome.

Running his fingers through his hair, he looked at his reflection and felt his energy return.

He smirked, a cheeky smile on his lips, thinking to himself that the heavens had gifted him a handsome face, only for him to end up in this line of work.

Whatever, his life was already at rock bottom anyway.

"Sorry about this, Goddess Nüwa."

Turning away, Yu He left the handsome youth’s reflection behind, murmuring to himself as he went, “You must’ve crafted me as part of your final project back in the day, but it's a pity you chose such a bad lump of clay.”

Yu He casually grabbed a bottle of mineral water from a shelf near the wall and opened the door while taking a sip.

The door opened.

He saw Fu Yunzheng.

Yu He: !!!

A gulp of water went down the wrong pipe, and Yu He lowered his head, covering his mouth, doing his best to suppress the coughing fit.

I'm sorry, boss; I couldn’t hold it back.

Under Fu Yunzhen's calm and composed gaze, Yu He ended up spraying Fu Yunzhen with water all over.