Chapter 45

Chapter 45

At this moment, Fu Conglin and his father are standing together at the elevator entrance, waiting for Fu Yunzhen and Yu He to come down.

With a ding, the elevator doors open.

Upon seeing the reluctant expression on Yu He’s face, Fu Conglin can’t help but feel a lump in his throat, truly understanding the meaning of the phrase "like a fishbone stuck in the throat."

Fu Hui's face is full of apology, smiling awkwardly.

Because of his son’s foolish actions, he has lost the management rights of several companies for no reason. However, facing the instigator, Fu Yunzhen, Fu Hui still has to smile and make his son apologize to a little plaything.

But after all, Fu Hui is a slick old hand with over forty years of experience. In the years since Fu Yunzhen took control of the Fu family, he has already learned to hide all his dissatisfaction.

Sigh, Fu Hui thinks to himself.

In reality, isn’t everyone just acting? Does Fu Yunzhen really want to hear their insincere apologies?

They are all thousand-year-old foxes; who doesn’t know what kind of elixir the other is refining?

Fu Hui is very clear; Fu Yunzhen is willing to patiently play along with them for two reasons: firstly, after all, they all share the Fu surname, and they need to save face. Secondly, if Fu Yunzhen wants to raise his little lover’s status in the Fu family, he needs to take a clear stance to prevent others from giving Yu He a hard time in the future.

The one who is making trouble today is none other than his own son. With things having come to this point, Fu Hui has no other choice but to swallow his pride and apologize with a smile.

Fu Hui tests Fu Yunzhen's intentions and starts speaking: "Yunzhen, Conglin is still young and doesn’t know any better. He was clumsy and broke the teapot..." Seeing Fu Yunzhen lift his eyes to look at him, Fu Hui immediately shifts the topic, “And he offended your young friend.”

Fu Yunzhen shows no expression and does not pick up the conversation, simply lifting his hand, “Cousin, please sit down and speak.”

Fu Hui wisely takes the seat immediately, and seeing that Fu Yunzhen is impervious, he turns his attention to Yu He, making small talk: “Young Master Yu He, I hope you didn’t get scalded?”

Fu Hui is older than Yu He’s foster father, and since he hasn’t offended Yu He himself, Yu He naturally wouldn’t be rude to him, answering whatever is asked with polite demeanor.

Yu He responds: "Thank you for your concern; I'm fine."

"Just look, just look at how sensible this child is," Fu Hui showered praises repeatedly. Hearing Yu He say he was fine, he quickly seized the opportunity to give his son a push in the right direction: "Conglin, you see, Young Master Yu is even younger than you by a few years, yet his magnanimity far surpasses yours. He doesn’t bear any grudges against you. Quickly apologize to Young Master Yu. In the future, interact more with him, learn from him, and give me fewer worries."

Fu Conglin’s face nearly turned green. Being forced to apologize to Yu He was already bad enough, but to acknowledge that he was inferior to Yu He was more unbearable than death.

What does he mean by learning more from Yu He? Learn what? Learn how to cling to a man, and to pick someone in power to stand up for him and gain face for him?

Fu Conglin, unwilling and indignant, gave a bow towards Yu He: "I’m sorry, Young Master Yu He. In the future, I will definitely learn more from you, learn your magnanimity, and learn how you make money."

Fu Hui’s face changed abruptly. How did he end up having such a stubborn son!

Fu Yunzhang, however, did not get angry but instead chuckled. He said nothing, picked up his tea cup, blew away the foam, took a sip of tea, and quietly waited for Yu He to make his move.

What’s the point in listening to Fu Conglin’s insincere apology? Can a simple "sorry" really let Yu He vent his anger?

Yu He has never been one to start a conflict—

Although Yu He’s indifferent attitude and the way he glances at people may seem like a provocation,

Fu Yunzhang knew clearly that his little He did not mean to look down on anyone.

If you think Yu He is picking a fight, then it must be you who is narrow-minded, overly sensitive, and thinking too much.

His little He is the most well-behaved.

However, his little celestial crane doesn’t start conflicts, but he certainly does not shy away from them either. If someone takes the initiative to provoke Yu He, his sharp tongue is more than capable of infuriating people to the point of spitting blood.

Fu Conglin was, after all, young and naive, walking straight into Fu Yunzhang’s trap. With his shrewdness, how could he guess that Fu Yunzhang was just waiting for him to say something unpleasant, providing the perfect opportunity for Yu He to retaliate?

Sure enough, hearing Fu Conglin’s sarcastic words, Yu He appeared completely unbothered, casually leaning back on the sofa, arms crossed over his chest.

Yu He lifted his beautiful peach blossom eyes, smiling as he looked at Fu Conglin: "Learning how to make money from me is not an easy task. You’re just not good-looking enough."

Relying on good looks to cling onto a man, what’s there to be proud of!

Veins popped on Fu Conglin’s forehead as he suppressed his rage, saying, "Yes, I am not as good-looking as you, and I can’t cling onto rich men like you do."

Yu He nodded in agreement, saying, "Oh, no wonder you’re still single now. Because you're ugly, you can’t cling onto others, and because you're poor, no one wants to cling onto you. That’s really pitiful."

Fu Conglin was left speechless, trembling as he pointed at Yu He: "Don’t think everyone is as filthy as you, only after money or a pretty face!"

Yu He felt it was getting a bit boring. Fu Conglin didn’t seem to be very good at arguing. Quarreling with such a person gave him no sense of achievement.

Yu He sighed, "So you're admitting that you're neither rich nor good-looking?"

Checkmate.

Fu Conglin's eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Yu He with venom.

Earlier, in a moment of agitation, Fu Conglin had thrown the teapot at Yu He. Upon calming down, he reflected that he had acted too rashly. It was just a minor verbal dispute to begin with, and he was at a disadvantage for being the first to resort to violence. Meeting Yu He again, he thought about learning from his lesson and aspiring not to be someone easily provoked in the future.

He needed to be more composed and shrewd, just like a prime minister who has enough patience to sail a boat in his belly.

However, at this moment, Fu Conglin's thoughts had changed completely.

Even if he could contain an aircraft carrier in his belly, he could not tolerate the despicable Yu He!

Fu Conglin now only regretted that the teapot hadn’t hit Yu He’s head!

Consequences and right or wrong didn't matter anymore; he was on the verge of being infuriated to death by Yu He!

At this point, not only was Fu Conglin rendered speechless by Yu He’s retorts, but even Fu Hui felt like he was being swept by gunfire.

Fu Hui thought to himself: How come people are so different? Yu He’s tongue is just too sharp. If he were to represent our company in a pricing negotiation, he would probably frustrate the other party to the point of questioning their life choices.

Seeing that Yu He was losing interest, Fu Yunzhang put down his teacup, creating a clear sound as the base of the cup tapped against the coffee table.

This was a signal for the guests to leave.

The more you say, the more mistakes you make. Fu Hui also didn’t want to stay any longer. Originally intending to ease the tension, he realized his son’s temperament was too poor, and he ended up being provoked by Yu He again in just a few words.

Fu Hui stood up to bid farewell to Fu Yunzhang.

Yu He also stood up, politely saying, "Take care on your way out."

Fu Conglin, with a tense face and silent, was finally dragged out by Fu Hui. He managed to say with a solemn face, “Uncle Yunzhang, I’ll be leaving first. See you during the New Year.” Then he glanced at Yu He, with anger pent up in his chest, finding it absolutely impossible to exchange another word with Yu He.

Fu Conglin left with his head down, looking like a defeated rooster.

Yu He stood up to see Fu Hui and his son out of the living room, completely unaffected by the previous unpleasantness. He was polite to a fault, leaving no room for criticism, "I'm really sorry for the inadequate hospitality today. Please forgive us."

Fu Hui was secretly amazed.

Yu He is merely nineteen, an age when one is most impulsive and concerned about face. He was publicly humiliated and belittled, and he had just had a quarrel. Yet in a blink of an eye, he appears as if nothing has happened, seemingly unbothered by everything.

If this is an act, then this young man's scheming is terrifyingly deep, almost too forbearing.

But if Yu He truly doesn’t take it to heart, then such magnanimity is indeed admirable.

Turning back to look at his own son, who is two years older but so much less accomplished, still wearing a furious expression, without any tact or strategy, it really makes him, as a father, endlessly worried.

Comparing goods makes one throw them away, comparing people makes one despair. Compared to others, Fu Hui feels like his peers are all solving Olympic-level math problems while his son is still counting on his fingers.

After sending Fu Hui and his companion away, Yu He returns to the living room, collapses onto the sofa, and his previously held-up demeanor dissipates instantly. He sprawls there lazily, as if he wishes he could transform into a flowing crane pancake.

Pretending to be dignified in front of others is really exhausting.

Yu He sincerely says, “They’ve finally all left. Greeting and seeing off guests is really tiring. What are we having for lunch?”

Greeting and seeing off.

Yu He speaks without restraint, relying on Fu Yunzheng’s indulgence, daring to say anything.

Of course, Fu Yunzheng would not quibble with him.

Fu Yunzheng asks Yu He, “Feel better now?”

Yu He looks blankly into space, speaking indifferently, “Feel better about what? I wasn’t angry to begin with. As for your big nephew, even ten of him wouldn’t anger me. His dad, though, seems quite shocked, feeling his son is incompetent in a quarrel. Someone’s going to get a scolding when they get home.”

Calling Yu He dumb, he can still notice that Fu Hui, who is always smiling, is deeply affected. Calling him smart, he thinks that Fu Hui is affected because Fu Conglin lost the quarrel.

In fact, for children from wealthy and prestigious families, losing is the least of their worries.

There are always people better than you, and skies beyond skies. Losing to others is completely normal.

Throughout life, there will be countless big and small matters, and the number of failures will always outnumber successes.

But as the old saying goes: You can lose to someone, but never lose your spirit. Though winning or losing is temporary, if you lose your spirit, it affects your whole life.

Fu Conglin is twenty-one this year, and the quarrel with Yu He over a trivial matter was originally insignificant. However, after the argument, he left in a huff, whereas Yu He was nonchalant, only concerned about what to eat for lunch.

From a verbal dispute to a contest of spirit, Fu Conglin lost thoroughly.

Fu Yunzheng never stints on praising Yu He, “Fu Conglin is too proud and overly aggressive. He is not as good as you.”

Upon hearing this, Yu He immediately sat up from the sofa, objecting, “I have a high spirit too.”

Fu Yunzheng slightly raised an eyebrow, putting on a serious expression, “I’m all ears.”

Yu He, usually unabashed, actually blushed slightly, murmuring softly, “I only sleep with the top big shot.”

Not a shred of propriety.

Fu Yunzheng couldn’t help but burst into laughter, casually responding, “Very good, keep it up.”

Yu He was not put off by Fu Yunzheng’s perfunctory response. On the contrary, he pushed his luck, shamelessly asking, “Very good... what exactly is very good?”

Fu Yunzheng’s long fox-like eyes moved slightly, giving a vague answer, “Everything is good.”

Although this answer was rather ambiguous, Yu He was very satisfied, lying back down on the sofa to space out.

Fu Yunzheng lowered his eyes in contemplation, as if pondering over some vexing issue.

After a while, Fu Yunzheng wheeled his chair next to the sofa, opened the drawer to take out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, put a cigarette to his lips, lowered his eyes, lit it, and took a deep drag.

Yu He didn’t have much of a smoking addiction, but for some reason, seeing Fu Yunzheng smoking made his mouth dry and his heart itch as if he was addicted. He also reached out for a cigarette, “Boss Fu, can I borrow your lighter?”

Fu Yunzheng’s gaze fixed on Yu He’s face.

Not knowing what Fu Yunzheng was thinking, it seemed as if his fox-like eyes hid countless scheming thoughts. A chill ran down Yu He’s spine, and he almost got his hackles up.

Who is he plotting against now?

Fu Yunzheng’s mood suddenly improved, and he stopped trying to intimidate Yu He. Instead, he amiably leaned over to light Yu He’s cigarette.

Fine, plot against whoever you want to plot against, as long as Fu Yunzheng doesn’t scheme against Yu He.

Yu He dodged backward, instead starting to tease Fu Yunzheng, “Don’t use the lighter to light it.”

Fu Yunzheng chuckled softly, well aware of Yu He’s little trick.

Fu Yunzheng placed the cigarette to his lips, took a drag, then slowly exhaled, saying through the light blue smoke, “Then come here.”

Yu He knelt on the sofa, bringing his cigarette close to Fu Yunzheng’s lips.

Fu Yunzheng also held the cigarette in his mouth.

The two cigarettes touched, their tips glowing with an orange-red light.

The cigarette was lit.

So was the fire within.

Yu He took a drag, but he could hardly feel the pleasure nicotine usually brought. The tobacco couldn’t quench the thirst in his throat, nor could it satisfy the craving in his heart.

This itch wasn’t caused by nicotine withdrawal.

Yu He held the cigarette between two fingers, watching as the ash grew longer. Suddenly, he stubbed out the cigarette.

Fu Yunzheng looked up at Yu He, surprised. “What’s the matter? Does this cigarette not suit Young Master Yu’s taste? Why are you getting angry while smoking?”

Yu He stared straight at Fu Yunzheng, his gaze not one a crane should possess, but more like that of a wolf.

Only a wild beast would fixate on its prey’s throat.

Yu He was looking at Fu Yunzheng’s neck, observing his slender throat, the veins on his neck, and his prominent Adam’s apple.

“I don’t want to smoke anymore.” Yu He swallowed, his saliva production unusually high. “I want you.”

Fu Yunzheng remained calm and collected. “Wait until tonight.”

Yu He insisted, “No, right now.”

“Don’t lose your mind,” Fu Yunzheng said, raising a hand to block Yu He’s overly affectionate eyes. “It’s broad daylight, and there’s a lot to do. Have you mailed out the Spring Festival couplets you wrote?”

Yu He’s attention was, as always, easily diverted.

The doctor had mentioned that lack of concentration was also a manifestation of adolescent psychological issues.

Yu He didn’t notice anything amiss. He answered, “They’re packed and should have been sent to the courier station by the driver by now.”

Fu Yunzheng continued to inquire, “Why didn’t you have the courier come and pick it up?”

Yu He explained, “Wouldn’t that expose our home address on the courier slip?”

Fu Yunzheng didn’t care much about this. He had occasionally seen Yu He’s live stream ID, which left him speechless. “If you talk about valuing your personal privacy, you use your real name for live streaming. If you say you don’t care about privacy, you're still quite cautious about these details.”

“My live streams attract audiences from all around the country; whoever knows Yu He, knows me. Besides, my name isn’t famous because of Guanyun Mountain. Anyone with a discerning eye could connect Guanyun Mountain to the Fu family’s private residence. Only Boss Fu can afford to build an estate in a national 5A scenic area.”

Yu He continued, “You don’t like being disturbed by others, so of course I have to protect the address of your house.”

Fu Yunzheng glanced at Yu He and said, “It’s your house too.”

*

Even though Yu He was extremely careful during his live streams, there is no wall in the world without cracks.

On the morning of Chinese New Year’s Eve, right after Yu He finished writing the Spring Festival couplets and was putting them up on the door with Fu Yunzheng, he received a call from Brother Qi, the property manager.

Brother Qi got straight to the point: “You’re trending on social media.”

Yu He: “Hmm?”

Brother Qi’s tone was heavy and carried an indescribable sadness: “The inkstone you used while writing the Spring Festival couplets, people online are saying it’s a Longwen Duan inkstone, which sold for 4.7 million USD at a charity gala in S country three years ago. They're saying it’s an antique from the Ming Dynasty. Is that true or false?”

Yu He genuinely had no idea.

He glanced at Fu Yunzheng, covered the phone’s microphone, and asked, “The inkstone we just used, what kind of Duan inkstone is it?”

“Qingbai Tuanyun Canglong Yuyin Duan inkstone,” Fu Yunzheng said expressionlessly as he looked up, “What’s wrong?”

Yu He was stunned.

Just from hearing that overly complex name, it sounded like it wouldn’t come cheap.

Yu He asked, “How much did it cost? Did you buy it from S country?”

Fu Yunzheng thought seriously for a moment, “I don’t remember exactly, but it must have been tens of millions.”

A wave of heat rushed to Yu He’s brain. An inkstone worth tens of millions!

Yu He was lost in thought.

The exchange rate of USD was quite high three years ago. Even if we calculate it at a 1:7 ratio, 4.7 million USD would convert to 32.9 million RMB. To think he nonchalantly washed such an expensive inkstone in the sink. What if it had slipped and cracked...

Seeing Yu He’s indescribable expression, Fu Yunzheng thought Yu He was complaining about the inkstone being too expensive. He cleared his throat and explained, “I bought it at a charity auction. Oh, I remember now. The theme was about global warming and marine conservation. They said due to global warming, the food sources for killer whales were decreasing, so all the money went to their rescue.”

Yu He fell into a silent stupor.

Can donning the coat of a rescue orca really conceal the fact that this tycoon treats a 30-million-yuan inkstone as an everyday item?

Extravagant in style, indulging in luxurious food and drink—it's unforgivable!

Even the orcas have nothing to eat now!

Fu Yunzhen shifted his gaze, focusing intently on admiring the Spring Festival couplets written by Yu He at the door.

After placating Qi Ge with a few words, Qi Ge felt extremely upset, accusing Yu He of deceiving his feelings.

Yu He looked up to the sky and sighed deeply: "Oh my, Qi Ge, I really didn't lie to you. I indeed have no money; it's my boss who is rich... Yes, my boss, who is also my boyfriend... Oh no, he's not a wealthy overseas Chinese; he is a Chinese citizen... Whether he's rich or not, his money has nothing to do with me. Why are you getting so worked up?"

Finally pacifying Qi Ge, Yu He hung up the phone, simultaneously pushing Fu Yunzhen back to the villa while opening her mobile phone to check the trending topics.

[Sprout Newcomer Anchor is Actually a Top-Tier Wealthy Young Master?]

[Elegance is Cultivated with Money; Handsome Anchor's Net Worth in the Millions.]

[Multi-Talented: This Rich Second Generation Works Harder Than You.]

[A Seven-Figure Sum from a Single PK: Is the Top Female Streamer too Weak, or is Young Master Yu Just Too Rich?]

[Accidental Display of Wealth! Young Master Yu’s Daily Life: Inkstone Worth Millions, Ink Worth Hundreds of Thousands.]

Yu He:......

Exactly, exactly, an inkstone worth millions, ink worth hundreds of thousands, and Spring Festival couplet paper for 9.9 with free shipping.

Even the live stream video with An Tong has been dug up.

Two weeks later, the impact of that live stream finally exploded completely.

Today is New Year's Eve. Whether or not they had to work, everyone was restless, neglecting their duties, all on the internet watching the drama unfold. Some firmly believed Yu He was a true rich second-generation, while others claimed it was fake, just hype.

Bored yet meticulous netizens even went to watch the replays of every one of Yu He's live streams, screenshotting his clothes to check the brands.

A certain fashion blogger circled a few pieces of clothing, commenting: These are all designer handmade pieces, as there are only a few in the world; there’s no way there could be any knock-offs. If this anchor could borrow these clothes just for hype, all I can say is 'impressive.'

The most popular reply under this Weibo post was: Definitely not borrowed; he even used these clothes to wipe sweat. [Attached Image 1]

The blogger replied: Truly affluent, this hoodie alone costs over 50,000.

As one luxury brand after another was exposed, netizens grew increasingly excited, flocking to Douya Live to scour through Yu He's past streams, eager to catch a glimpse of the young master's daily life.

There were also comments left on Yu He’s homepage:

[Young Master Yu, have you forgotten the old servant by Daming Lake?]

[The young master of the past played hard to get (I've come across his live streams several times but never entered). The young master of today is out of my league.]

[Does Young Master's house need someone to attend to the inkstone? I'm up for the task.]

Yu He dimmed his phone screen, thinking to himself that he might never shake off the title of Young Master Yu.

They would be so disappointed if they found out one day that he was a faux young master, currently being kept by a big shot.

Fans who received Spring Festival couplets from Yu He left messages:

[The ink on my couplets came from an inkstone worth millions, the Qingbai Tuanxu Canglong Fish Pattern Duan Inkstone, which they say was once used by Emperor Yongzheng himself. Rounding up, that makes me Emperor Yongzheng.]

Yu He replied: Aren’t you diving a bit too deep into this?

Unearthing the origin of the inkstone wasn't enough; there were also people analyzing the half-used ink stick in Yu He’s video:

[It's a bit unclear, but it looks like Huangshan Anthology Ink, Ziyuguang from Hui Ink, the crown jewel of Hui Ink. If it really is Ziyuguang, I can only say he is extremely wealthy. This piece might not be as expensive as the Qingbai inkstone, but it’s also a Qing dynasty antique, diminishing with each use. He casually used it to write Spring Festival couplets for fans, showing such items must be commonplace in his house. However, even in such a fine inkstone, Ziyuguang is nothing special.]

The hottest comment under this post was: This streamer’s calligraphy is worthy of Ziyuguang.

Yu He thought to himself: No, I'm not worthy.

He put down his phone and looked at Fu Yunzhen: “How much does that ink stick of yours cost?”

Fu Yunzhen also put down his phone, asking, “What ink stick?”

Yu He sighed.

Really, Fu Yunzhen couldn’t even remember a 10-million-yuan inkstone; how could he remember the price of an ink stick?

Yu He searched online himself and found the auction price from the Xiling Seal Art Society.

[Two sticks of Qing Ziyuguang ink, sold for 11,200.]

So, one stick is over 5,000?

That doesn’t seem too expensive.

Ahhh, how can you say it's not expensive? He’s really been corrupted by Fu Yunzhen's capitalist thinking.

Isn’t this just like spending over 5,000 on a bottle of ink, or buying two pen refills?

If it were for collection, that would be one thing, but grinding a 10-gram ink stick—how many uses can you get out of it?!!!

The orcas are going to starve!

Yu He wasn’t blaming Fu Yunzhen for living a lavish lifestyle; since Fu Yunzhen had money, he was free to spend it however he liked. The Yu family was quite wealthy too, and they had plenty of valuable items at home. Yu He knew not to fiddle with them carelessly. But Fu Yunzhen casually placed the inkstone in the study, and even used it the last time he copied the Heart Sutra, giving Yu He the impression that it was just an everyday item.

The Qingbai Tuanxu Canglong Fish Pattern Duan Inkstone is worth millions. Isn't Fu Yunzhen afraid of damaging it?

At least… he should have at least told me about it.

As a result, Yu He was completely unaware of the inkstone’s value. He didn’t notice it when he streamed live, and now that someone knowledgeable spotted it, the whole internet is digging into Yu He's identity and background, creating quite a stir.

Yu He threw his phone down and lay back on the sofa, unsure of what to do: “What should I do now? The discussion online is so heated; there will definitely be people who recognize me.”

Fu Yunfeng was unaware of what had happened but sensed that something was amiss.

A hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes as he asked Yu He, “What did you see?”

Yu He handed his phone to Fu Yunzhen.

After Fu Yunzhen swiped on the screen a few times and saw the tens of thousands of shares and hundreds of thousands of comments, his brows furrowed slightly. He immediately called the Fu Corporation's public relations department, instructing them to contact relevant parties.

Seeing Fu Yunzhen on high alert, Yu He was somewhat surprised: "Do we really need to go to such lengths to cool things down? It’s not exactly major news; there are so many trending topics each day, the heat will die down after a while."

Fu Yunzhen shook his head, speaking gravely, “I'm worried that someone will take this opportunity to stir up trouble, and dig up the matter between you and me. The onlookers love a plot twist. They'll first build up your identity as a rich second generation, and then reveal that your wealth is due to our relationship—first raising expectations only to let them down, creating a public opinion shockwave to damage the Fu Corporation's reputation. To me, this is just a scandal; the stocks might drop a few points because of it, but all the verbal attacks online will be directed at you.”

Those with ulterior motives who drag Fu Yunzhen's scandal into the light do so with the aim of destabilizing the Fu family's stock by those few percentage points.

With the stock prices fluctuating, many will profit handsomely, while others may face ruin.

Yet, to Fu Yunzhen, none of this mattered. His only concern was Yu He.

Fu Yunzheng has been sitting at the helm of the Fu family for many years, and he has seen too many tricks like this. He is not afraid of the turbulence in the Fu family’s stocks, nor is he afraid of trouble finding him.

However, he is unwilling to let trouble find its way to Yu He.

Yu He understands his intentions crystal clear.

Since the first time Yu He confessed his liking to Fu Yunzheng, Fu Yunzheng has been worried that Yu He would be subjected to pointing fingers and malicious gossip.

Yu He held onto Fu Yunzheng’s hand.

Fu Yunzheng’s fingers were icy cold, and there was even a slight cold sweat in his palm.

Being together for more than half a year, this was the first time Yu He saw Fu Yunzheng panic, and this rare panic was hidden under Fu Yunzheng’s calm and composed demeanor. If it wasn’t for Yu He holding Fu Yunzheng’s hand, he might not have been able to detect even a hint of it.

Fu Yunzheng was too good at concealing his emotions.

Yu He knelt on one knee beside Fu Yunzheng’s wheelchair, pulling Fu Yunzheng into his embrace, "It’s okay, I’ve never cared about what others say."

Fu Yunzheng’s forehead rested on Yu He’s shoulder. He could smell the faint scent of ink on Yu He, a fragrance that was extremely calming and reassuring, gradually relaxing the tension in Fu Yunzheng’s back.

He let out a soft sigh, "Xiao He, you don’t understand. They will use the most venomous words to insult you, to speculate about you."

Yu He rested his chin on Fu Yunzheng’s hair, speaking in a deep voice, "Fu Yunzheng, my affection for you isn’t something to be ashamed of, and I'm not afraid of anyone knowing it."