Chapter 11

Chapter 11

A slightly cool hand touched Yu He's cheek.

Yu He opened his eyes and found Fu Yunzhe in an awkward position, bending over, his fingers brushing against his face.

Fu Yunzhe’s eyes were gentle, and the previous oppressive silence felt like an illusion. Subconsciously, Yu He grasped Fu Yunzhe’s hand and half-sat up from the ground.

Fu Yunzhe sat back, placing Yu He’s hand on his own leg, and softly said, "Don’t be scared."

Yu He squatted next to Fu Yunzhe’s wheelchair, still frightened. He rested his head on Fu Yunzhe’s knee, breathing heavily, like someone who had just been pulled out of water.

Fu Yunzhe gently stroked Yu He’s hair, speaking in a warm voice, "It’s okay, don’t be scared."

Comforted by Fu Yunzhe, Yu He gradually pulled himself out of his fear. His heartbeat slowly steadied, but suddenly, a rush of anxious and angry emotions surged up.

Was Fu Yunzhe deliberately trying to scare him?

A slap followed by a sweet date?

A strong sense of doubt arose in Yu He’s heart, making him question the sincerity of everything Fu Yunzhe had said. Words like ‘no one is challenging you’ and ‘choose whatever you like’ all seemed false now.

No one cared about him; everyone was only concerned about themselves.

He was just a plaything; Fu Yunzhe would cherish him when he was pleased, and dispose of him when he was not.

Yu He’s consciousness gradually fell into a deep, dark vortex.

No, Yu He, you can't obsess over this.

Yu He kept trying to persuade himself internally.

Fu Yunzhe didn’t say anything just now; all that silence and oppression were just your own imagination.

Yu He, you need to cheer up.

Yu He struggled to battle his negative emotions. He knew he would occasionally become angry or depressed over trivial matters and acknowledged that it was his own issue. However, when the emotions surged, he couldn’t control the pessimistic suspicions flooding his mind.

Just then, Fu Yunzheng tightened his grip on Yu He’s hand: “I'm not angry with you, don’t scare yourself.”

Yu He forced a smile, stiff and unnatural, failing to reveal the charming little dimples beneath his eyes.

Fu Yunzheng did not inquire further, simply stating: “Wang Wuchuan is here, go get your headphones. We’ll eat dinner together when you return tonight. What would you like to have?”

Yu He once again rested his forehead on Fu Yunzheng’s leg, biting back his inner restlessness and replied, “I have a headache, I don’t want to eat anything.”

Fu Yunzheng’s cool fingertips pressed against Yu He’s temples: “Are you going to continue sleeping on the dining table in the future?”

Although these words were out of concern, Yu He couldn’t help but feel irritated. He was aware that this irritation stemmed from his negative emotions; he didn’t want to, nor could he afford to, lash out at Fu Yunzheng.

Yu He rested his head on Fu Yunzheng’s knee, pretending to be clingy for a while.

Time passed, and when Yu He felt he had somewhat control over his emotions, he stood up, “I’ll be going then, Mr. Fu.”

Unfortunately, Yu He had a pair of expressive eyes; his stellar eyes were filled with restlessness and gloom.

Fu Yunzheng did not say anything, merely nodding his head as he watched Yu He leave the villa.

As Yu He’s figure appeared in the garden, Fu Yunzheng finally spoke, “Uncle Zhang, check what’s going on with Yu He.”

Zhang Shan responded affirmatively.

*

Wang Wuchuan, sitting in the car, couldn’t help but curse under his breath as he saw Yu He limping over.

"Damn, this old man is so dirty in his tricks. Yu He has only been in Yun Su for a few days; how did he become so desolate?"

He opened the car door and got out to greet Yu He: “What happened, Yu He? You...”

Yu He’s expression was gloomy, his entire demeanor unusually haggard.

The autumn sun was just right, its warmth embracing him, but Yu He had yet to completely emerge from his negative emotions.

Sunshine, bird songs, green grass, and the fragrance of flowers—things that would seem beautiful to most people—only made Yu He feel more irritable.

He glanced at Wang Wuchuan, his voice dull: “I fell.”

"You fell?"

Wang Wuchuan didn't believe him, but he didn't expose the lie either. Supporting Yu He’s hand gently, like a little palace maid assisting her mistress, he asked cautiously, "Are you alright?"

Having taken a nap on the dining table, Yu He caught a slight chill, speaking with a nasal tone, “I’m fine.”

Wang Wuchuan opened the car door, revealing the smell of leather inside. The moment Yu He sat down, he began to feel uncomfortable.

He slightly furrowed his brows, feeling his mental state rapidly deteriorating, everything around him seemed displeasing, he even felt like punching the gracefully swaying willow tree beside him.

Just at that moment, Wang Wuchuan, in the driver's seat, picked up a phone call.

Taking the opportunity, Yu He got out of the car, stood by the car door, and took a few deep breaths of fresh air.

He took deep breaths, trying to steady his breathing rhythm.

Calm down, Yu He. You need to calm down.

Half a minute later, Wang Wuchuan also stepped out of the car, giving Yu He a meaningful look.

"The Fu family’s driver will take you back to Fengcheng. Mr. Fu is worried that you aren’t accustomed to my car," Wang Wuchuan leaned against the front hood, lighting up a cigarette, “This little broken Audi isn’t worthy of being Young Master Yu's ride, huh?”

Yu He leaned in, pulled a cigarette from the pack, held it to his nose to take a light sniff, and ultimately, unable to resist the craving, he looked up at Wang Wuchuan.

That look in his eyes was somewhat cold, sending a chill down Wang Wuchuan’s spine.

"Lend me a lighter," Yu He said.

Wang Wuchuan took out a lighter and lit the cigarette for Yu He, "Tone down that young master attitude of yours, save yourself some trouble."

Yu He drew the smoke into his lungs and slowly exhaled.

The nicotine in the smoke was quickly absorbed by the pulmonary veins, circulated to the brain with the bloodstream, stimulating the release of dopamine.

After exhaling this mouthful of smoke, Yu He felt the whole world quieten down, even the noisy chirping of the birds in the garden seemed less irritating.

Nothing mattered anymore.

Thankful for the nicotine, Yu He reconnected with this beautiful world.

Just at this moment, a white Bentley Bentayga pulled up beside Yu He, its license plate ending with three eights.

Truly the style of a big shot. Yu He took another drag of his cigarette and opened the rear car door.

He saw the big shot.

In that instant, Yu He couldn’t help but wonder if he’d opened the car door wrong.

"Cough, cough, cough..." The cigarette stuck in Yu He's throat, and he widened his peach blossom eyes in surprise: "Mr. Fu?"

"Come in and smoke," Fu Yunzhe said.

Yu He, who was about to put out his cigarette: "..."

Before he could finish speaking, the driver glanced at Fu Yunzhe through the rearview mirror in surprise.

Mr. Fu really detests the smell of smoke. No one in the entire company dares to smoke in front of him. Even when officials from the Audit Bureau come to audit the head office, Mr. Fu would calmly signal them to look at the no smoking sign on the wall.

Why on earth would Mr. Fu let Yu He smoke in the car?!

The driver’s worldview was completely shattered, and he couldn’t help but increase his level of respect for Yu He.

Fu Yunzhe reached out his hand towards Yu He.

The weather was crisp and pleasant, and standing in the sunlight, Yu He subconsciously took Fu Yunzhe's hand. With a slight exertion of strength from Fu Yunzhe, Yu He smoothly got into the car.

The cigarette still burning between his fingers.

The smell of smoke quickly

Spread throughout the

Car’s interior. A feeling of unease grew in Yu He’s heart, feeling that Fu Yunzhe's kindness towards him was abnormal: "Should I put out the cigarette?"

Fu Yunzhe took the cigarette that was between Yu He's index and middle finger, took a drag, then exhaled.

The light blue smoke made Fu Yunzhe's features appear blurry. He turned to the driver and said, "Xiao Zhang, give Yu He a pack of cigarettes."

Xiao Zhang: "!!!"

The driver Xiao Zhang trembled inwardly: Steward Zhang, guess what I just saw!!! I saw Mr. Fu smoking!!!

Yu He’s heartbeat quickened; he felt like Fu Yunzhe was flirting with him, yet he couldn’t be entirely sure.

This was Fu Yunzhe we're talking about. With just a crook of his finger, countless beautiful men and women would flock to him. Why would he flirt with him?

He was uncertain, deciding to observe a bit more.

Yu He took the cigarette handed to him by the driver and glanced at it: "This cigarette is too mild for my taste. I'm used to something stronger."

Upon hearing this, Fu Yunzhe's eyebrows slightly arched as he passed the cigarette he had just smoked back to Yu He's lips.

Fu Yunzhe was indeed flirting with him.

Yu He was sure of it now. He lowered his head, taking the moist filter between his lips.

An unsubtle ambiance of ambiguity filled the small car, accompanied by the light blue smoke, even the sharp and pungent scent of tobacco seemed to brew into a peculiar fragrance.

Fu Yunzhe’s fingers loosened slightly, pulling his hand back and casually opening the car’s ashtray. Then he sat back, perfectly still and securely in his seat.

Abruptly, Yu He's heart raced with urgency from being flirted with.

He took a deep drag from his cigarette, trying to calm himself.

The driver started the car, and the high-performance SUV smoothly left the estate, leisurely making its way through the Guanyun Mountain scenic area during dinner time when there were fewer tourists. Before the cigarette burned out, the vehicle successfully turned onto the main road.

The car window was lowered a bit to allow for ventilation, and a gentle breeze swept into the car, quickly dispersing the smell of smoke. Yu He lightly sniffed, noticing that the car seat was covered with a soft seat cover, almost completely devoid of any leather smell.

Yu He liked the feeling of the wind brushing against his skin; it made him feel

Relaxed

And free.

He glanced outside the window and noticed a black seven-seater Mercedes-Benz

gl

S-Class, which had been following their car since they left the scenic area.

In his mind, Yu He concocted a grand drama titled ‘The Patriarch of the Fu Family is Being Followed as He Leaves Home’.

There won't be any accidents, right?

In Feng City, there have always been rumors about Fu Yunzhe’s car accident, claiming that the cause was quite mysterious. On the surface, it seemed like just an accident, and after a lengthy investigation by the procuratorial organs, only the truck driver responsible for the accident was prosecuted in the end.

But in the world of the wealthy, grudges are often complicated and a source of much gossip. There were numerous theories about this incident, and Yu He had never really looked into it before.

Fu Yunzhe was always so out of reach for him; he had never imagined that one day he would be sitting in the same car with Fu Yunzhe, let alone sharing a bed.

Yu He vaguely remembered hearing rumors about the car accident; some said it was the work of a business rival, others said it was an internal power struggle within the Fu family...

He couldn’t help but remind Fu Yunzhe, “Mr. Fu, there’s a GLS following us, it has been for two streets now.”

Fu Yunzhe turned his head politely to take a look, then explained to Yu He, “They’re my bodyguards.”

Yu He: “......”

For a moment, Yu He felt like he had been watching too many TV dramas. Scenarios of staged car accidents, tracking, kidnapping, and ransom demands seemed uncommon in real life. But that car full of bodyguards—

Well, let’s just call it a car full for now. The windows of the van were heavily tinted, and Yu He couldn’t see how many people were inside. But if there were only two or three people... there wouldn’t be a need for a seven-seater vehicle.

After all, these days, in order to squeeze out a few more parking spaces, parking spaces are planned to be extremely small, making it not easy for seven-seater vehicles to park. And automatic doors are slow to open, so in case of an emergency, they aren’t as convenient for exiting the vehicle as regular car doors.

Later on, Yu He had the unfortunate opportunity to see those bodyguards in action, quickly exiting the vehicle in an emergency.

It proved that he had been naive; when real trouble arose, hardly any of the bodyguards exited through the car doors.

However, this also indirectly proved that Yu He was right; the automatic doors were indeed slow.

At this moment, Yu He looked back again, glancing at the GLS through the rear windshield, thinking to himself that since bodyguards were brought along every time they left the house, perhaps the likelihood of those TV drama scenarios happening around Fu Yunzhe wasn’t so low after all.

Fu Yunzhe, as if wanting to know what Yu He was thinking, took the initiative to say, “It’s a security company that I hired. Generally, as long as my car leaves the estate, they will send someone to follow.”

Only then did Yu He remember that on the day the driver had picked him up to go to Jinse Tai, there seemed to have been a car following them the entire time, but he hadn’t paid it any mind.

The world of the wealthy is indeed complicated.