Chapter 23

Fu Luoyin gazed silently at the notification, so absorbed that he didn't realize the meeting had ended. He was the only one left on the video call list.

He tapped "Accept" and then composed a message to send.

"-2: What's up?"

The screen showed "Typing...", indicating Xia Ran was online.

A chilly night breeze whistled, causing the pendant lamp above the small balcony to sway, casting flickering shadows that danced and distorted their reflections.

After a brief wait, Fu Luoyin's fingers grew numb. Just as he was about to put down his phone, Xia Ran's response appeared: "I wanted to ask you about Yi Shui. He's my friend's boyfriend. I was wondering if there might be any misunderstandings or if you could help smooth things over?"

Upon seeing the name "Yi Shui," Fu Luoyin's expression turned cold. He immediately pressed the voice message button and sent a recording: "I'm the one who apprehended him. He was robbing people on campus and planned to lie to the police to avoid punishment. How do you propose to 'smooth things over' for someone like that?"

There was silence on the other end.

Whether it was ten years ago or now, they seemed prone to slipping into this precarious, tense dynamic. A few words always felt like the start of an argument.

There was something odd about Fu Luoyin. He seemed oblivious to how impolite his words were to his former boyfriend. No matter where they were or when, Fu Luoyin always behaved like an impetuous child around Xia Ran.

On the other side, Xia Ran listened to that long-lost voice, which he had deliberately avoided for ten years, and felt his heart constrict with discomfort.

He typed, "…Is it because you were scared for your boyfriend?"

Fu Luoyin was pricked by the word "boyfriend," but he continued sending his voice message, "Whether or not he's my boyfriend has nothing to do with this. If another university student had been victimized in this incident and it reached the seventh department, I wouldn't have settled it so easily either."

Xia Ran replied, "You have a boyfriend to protect, and I have friends to stand up for. If your boyfriend is bullying Qianqian, we can't just sit idly by. Yi Shui might have acted impulsively…"

Seeing this, Fu Luoyin directly called him.

There was only a busy signal on the other end, and Xia Ran didn't pick up for a long time.

Xia Ran typed, "If you have something to say, type it out. It's not convenient for me to talk on the phone right now."

After calming down, Fu Luoyin sent a voice message, "If you consider the actions of someone who bullied and deceived the police as 'impulsive behavior,' then there's no point in discussing this further. As for what you said about Ouyang being bullied, are you referring to her pushing all her work onto my… boyfriend and trying to snatch the first author position, or her getting stuck during her thesis defense and calling my boyfriend to save her?"

Xia Ran was obviously caught off guard, taking a while before typing, "Qianqian told me…"

"Everything you hear is from others. Can't you see things for yourself?" Fu Luoyin asked. "I watched her thesis defense with my own eyes. Do you think I would wrong your good friend? The disciplinary decision from Star University is posted online. Do you really believe a student could frame someone with such an administrative punishment?"

Fu Luoyin: "I thought you'd have made some progress in the past decade. I'm deeply disappointed in you. I won't be helping with this."

Xia: "You haven't changed either, still speaking so harshly after ten years. My apologies for disturbing you."

With a tight grip, Fu Luoyin's fingers clenched around his phone, his knuckles turning white, and his expression turned icy in an instant.

The Xia family was one of the two more distinctive households within the compound, not closely tied to the wealthy second-generation circle of Star City but each with their own unique traits.

The Su family had generations of doctors, with connections spanning the global medical community, with Star City at its core. The Xia family, on the other hand, were in business, annually supporting numerous projects of the Alliance without expecting returns, earning great respect. However, during Fu Luoyin's sophomore year in high school, an unexpected incident struck the Xia family, disrupting their financial flow, making it difficult for them to recover swiftly.

It's easier to go from frugality to luxury than the reverse. The Xia family endured a challenging two to three years, and although their situation improved later, they could never regain their former glory. Xia Ran's father shifted his focus to the old North American division. After Fu Luoyin graduated from high school and entered the Eighth District, he returned to Star City National Defense University for his junior and senior years to study military command. Xia Ran, on the other hand, repeated a year of high school before joining him in the old North American division for college.

During those two years of high school, Fu Luoyin allocated two-thirds of his living expenses to Xia Ran while working part-time at school and collaborating with Su Yu on selling models. Fu Kai strictly managed the living expenses for both boys, keeping them at an average level for their peers. Knowing that Fu Luoyin was in a relationship, his brother secretly slipped him extra money as a romantic fund.

At the time, Xia Ran had refused, but Fu Luoyin had said, "In the future, my money will be your money. Aside from repaying my brother after graduation, use whatever you need. I've earned it."

Xia Ran studied art, and even with the decline of his family's fortune, he continued to hire the best teachers, using the most expensive paints and papers. Fu Luoyin didn't mind and believed it was only fair. But Xia Ran gradually lost focus on his studies, and his grades plummeted. He began spending his days socializing with other wealthy second-generation kids, going out for karaoke, meals, or other activities that required sharing the costs, which added up to significant amounts.

There were cliques and hierarchies among the wealthy second-generation, and they easily looked down on one another.

The social circle that Xia Ran was involved in was one that Fu Luoyin had always looked down upon. Children from their privileged class tended to mature early, and there were plenty who excelled even more than their accomplished parents. On the other hand, there were also many who took a downward turn.

Born into the strictest of the Fu family, he had learned from a young age how to demand excellence from himself and understood that he should still live his life authentically, unaffected by others, even if he didn't receive attention.

Fu Kai was a workaholic, always prioritizing his national duties above his family and loved ones. Chu Jingshu, besides being somewhat overly indulgent towards her eldest son, also had high moral standards for her children's pursuits in life. Her brother, Chu Shihan, had always been the perfect, gentle, and sunny boy, the embodiment of the "family bond" as far as he knew.

He had never felt ashamed about the Xia family's financial struggles because he himself was just as impoverished, arriving alone and destined to leave the same way.

But Xia Ran didn't understand him. The upheaval in his family had devastated Xia Ran, causing him to avoid the rented room outside school where Fu Luoyin saved up to tutor and help with homework. They began to have cold wars every other day.

The most frequent topic of discussion was their studies.

The loudest argument we had was during a city-wide mock exam in our second year of high school.

Fu Luoyin asked, "Why didn't you even glance at the key exam question for this mock test, despite our teacher emphasizing its importance? The last question was just a numerical variation; if you had spent half an hour studying it, you would have passed mathematics today. Isn't it better to reflect on your own shortcomings now, rather than feeling upset over your poor performance?"

Xia Ran wept as he struck the other with the book in his hand. "I don't want to read it, I don't have the time or the mood, okay? My family is going through a crisis, and I can't concentrate on reading. Don't you understand that?!"

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After the college entrance exam, Xia Ran failed to pass, while Fu Luoyin was admitted to the National Defense University with top scores. Originally, he should have been assigned to study at the Star City branch of the Jiangnan Division's University in the military region, where Chu Shihan was. However, Fu Kai was determined to toughen him up and opposed his relationship with Xia Ran, thus transferring him to the Eighth District.

Before leaving, Fu Luoyin asked Xia Ran, "Where do you want to go for college? When I come back, I'll choose that area for my assignment. Can I wait for you in Star City?" He knew that Xia Ran had always dreamed of attending Star City Art Academy.

At that time, Xia Ran brought up the breakup for the first time. "I'm not good enough for you. Let's just end it."

He flew into a rage and told Xia Ran not to casually mention those two words.

Yet, two years later, Xia Ran sincerely brought it up again.

In truth, Fu Luoyin had never fully understood Xia Ran's thoughts. He couldn't read the heart of the passionate, elf-like boy by his side.

He had never looked down on him nor expected Xia Ran to become someone extraordinary. All he wished for was his progress and dedication, willing to slow down and walk alongside him no matter the circumstances.

In the end, Xia Ran still didn't choose the path where he was.

Upon leaving the Eighth District, Fu Luoyin didn't continue his career as an officer but chose to retire from the military. He became increasingly withdrawn and took over the family business around that time.

He waited for two years, hoping for the first happy ending with love in his life. Yet, Xia Ran shattered that dream mercilessly, trampling on his dignity along the way. Without any explanation, Xia Ran deleted, blocked, and left, completing the entire process swiftly.

That winter, he experienced his first bout of severe stomach pain. The tough, unyielding man was drenched in cold sweat from the agony.

Fu Luoyin switched off his phone and, subconsciously, pressed the spot where his stomach hurt. He then reached for a pack of cigarettes on the side table and lit one up.

He didn't know how long he stood there. Smoking was not a habit of his, and he rarely indulged in it so excessively. The balcony was illuminated by the flickering embers of his cigarette. It wasn't until the smoke became unbearable to him that he gradually regained his composure.

Looking back, Fu Luoyin noticed Lin Shuicheng still gazing at him.

There sat the quiet and obedient man on the sofa, hugging his pillow and staring at him, lost in thought.

With a tender and admiring gaze, Fu Luoyin almost laughed uncontrollably at the sight of such a look from Lin Shuicheng.

Anybody who turned around to meet such an endearing expression would find it hard to resist a smile.

The small balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling window was distant from the living room. He didn't know if Lin Shuicheng had heard his words or noticed his momentary loss of composure.

Fu Luoyin felt even more restless.

His relationship with Lin Shuicheng was based on a transaction of money. He had learned from Zhou Heng that Lin Shuicheng's family was impoverished and in need of funds, so he offered him money in exchange for his company. This, he believed, was a fair exchange.

Initially, it was supposed to be a mutually beneficial arrangement, but Lin Shuicheng seemed to have developed feelings for him.

Lin Shuicheng wasn't even aware of the reason behind his choice.

Fu Luoyin snapped back to reality and asked the person inside, "Why are you out? Aren't you sleeping? What are you looking at me for?"

Carrying the lingering scent of mint cigarettes on him, he didn't enter right away.

Lin Shuicheng still gazed at him. "I'm thinking. I'm not in a great mood today."

A vague silhouette stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, and Fu Luoyin turned his head to look back at him. His slender and erect profile appeared somewhat gentle under the night lamp.

Lin Shuicheng rarely shared his own stories, making this statement sound a bit peculiar. But neither of them was aware of it.

Hearing him ask, "What's wrong?", Lin Shuicheng pondered for a moment before recounting the events of the day.

He spoke slowly, his voice carrying the tone of an obedient student, enunciating each word clearly as if he were not complaining about the school's shortcomings but narrating a bedtime story.

The Chief paced around the floor and then leaped onto the sofa, strutting along its back like a cat.

"I ended up arguing with the head of the hospital in the administration office. I don't think I was wrong," Lin Shuicheng said.

He seemed slightly indignant, even though his face remained calm. His tone held a hint of petulance as he asked, "What do you think?"

It was as if he were a child who had made a significant decision and was seeking praise from a parent. His eyes sparkled with anticipation, mixed with a sense of injustice after the incident. He appeared youthful and vibrant.

Fu Luoyin had never seen this side of Lin Shuicheng. Most of the time, Lin Shuicheng was aloof and composed, even when begging for affection. Even the flames burning in his eyes couldn't melt the icy exterior.

But now, he was like a little kitten exposing its belly, revealing his most vulnerable spot. There was a tenderness and warmth within him that Fu Luoyin had never witnessed.

Fu Luoyin smiled. "How should I feel about it?"

Without hesitation, Lin Shuicheng replied, "Praise me. You should be proud of me because I did the right thing."

His tone was light but resolute, reflecting his absolute certainty. They had known each other, lived together, and understood each other for six years. Their souls were intertwined within each other's bodies, always taking pride in one another.

Fu Luoyin gazed into the stars shining in Lin Shuicheng's eyes, momentarily dazzled.

The wind carried away the scent of mint and smoke as Fu Luoyin switched off the balcony light and stepped inside. The subsequent darkness enveloped him, and the living room's illumination highlighted his face, casting him momentarily as an actor on an old stage, emerging from the shadows under the sweep of a spotlight, his features gradually coming into focus. At times, Fu Luoyin's facial contours appeared harsh, and the closer one got, the more pronounced his predator-like aura became.

He watched the sparkle in Lin Shuicheng's eyes fade away little by little.

Lowering his head, Lin Shuicheng smiled softly, almost mockingly, as if he was chiding himself for not receiving a response, like a flickering candle flame extinguishing.

Approaching, Fu Luoyin gently caressed his face.

His hand was cold, causing Lin Shuicheng to flinch before remaining still.

"Is that why you were upset today?" Fu Luoyin sat down beside him, pulling Lin Shuicheng into his embrace, soothing him softly. "It's not a big deal, my diligent student, my little genius. You did the right thing."

Despite his words of encouragement, Lin Shuicheng sensed the impending "but." He turned to look at Fu Luoyin, his lips pressed together, seemingly displeased with this reaction.

Fu Luoyin chuckled softly, running his fingers through Lin Shuicheng's hair. "Your innocence and hatred for injustice are commendable traits, but it's also good to be cautious. I understand your intentions, but you tend to act impulsively. This is a significant matter that concerns your future. Shouldn't you consider it more carefully? I'm not sure about the specifics of the project you mentioned, but I can guess most of it. When higher-ups can't solve something, they pass it on to you. You took the blame for your teacher last time, but what about now?"

Now he understood why Lin Shuicheng had been watching that AI identification technology video at night – he was likely searching for a solution.

Lin Shuicheng glanced at him. "I'll find a way."

Fu Luoyin discovered yet another amusing quirk about Lin Shuicheng: the guy was actually quite stubborn.

He chuckled softly. "I happen to have a suggestion. Will you listen?"

Lin Shuicheng replied, "I don't need you to pull strings for me. I can handle it myself."

Fu Luoyin raised an eyebrow. "I never said I would help you with connections. I'm just offering guidance, my excellent student. You overestimate me. I work in Unit 7, not the General Affairs Department, so my reach isn't that long. Aren't there two AI-undetectable paintings? Let your department head pick one and claim it's an original, then submit it with a detailed inspection report. The more complex the scientific principles and data, the better. That way, people will be impressed at first glance, and there'll be no doubt. The project funding can be split between your department and the police department. Everybody benefits, and the higher-ups will be pleased, which means those working beneath them won't have to constantly worry, right?"

Lin Shuicheng was taken aback. After pondering for a moment, he seemed unsure how to refute Fu Luoyin's proposal and could only murmur, "But that's forgery... How can you..."

How could one casually point at a painting and claim it to be a classic from that era?

Fu Luoyin glanced at him. "Don't think my approach is underhanded. To me, whether or not to forge in this situation isn't significant. Nothing is more important than the students and researchers of an academy. A painting has its value, but that's not my concern. My responsibility is to organize and coordinate. Settling this matter will benefit everyone involved without leaving any room for criticism. It's better than risking someone's future."

Seeing Lin Shuicheng still silent, Fu Luoyin leaned in to peck his cheek with a smile. "Why are you like a cat, getting all riled up after a few words? Good student, tell me, if your unreasonable teacher punished you to copy something a hundred times, would you do it diligently? Hmm? You're so obedient, you'd definitely just go along with it, right?"

Lin Shuicheng pondered but remained quiet.

"Doing a hundred difficult problems would be beneficial, and I'm willing to do that. But there's no need to waste time on meaningless tasks," Fu Luoyin said. "My handwriting was terrible in high school, and I was often punished by my Chinese literature teacher to copy texts. I always had carbon paper in my bag back then. But I'm not talking about you. I know that as a researcher, like Su Yu's family developing new drugs in clinical trials, or when my team works on new projects... sometimes, there are hurdles that can only be overcome through repeated attempts, even if they seem hopeless. Many things in the world have been achieved this way. We can't lack such perseverance, but when faced with situations like today, it's best not to force a solution. Challenging authority like this, while youthful passion may drive a student, it might someday hinder your path ahead. Others are watching, you know."

Lin Shuicheng lowered his gaze and opened his mouth, only to close it again.

After a long while, he muttered, "I can't reason with you."

A smile tugged at Fu Luoyin's stomach, reigniting the pain. As he held his abdomen, Lin Shuicheng wriggled out of his embrace. "I'll go make a soup for supper."

"What kind of soup?" Fu Luoyin clasped onto his hand, intertwining their fingers and caressing the soft skin with the pad of his thumb. He refused to let him leave, his tone and the amusement in his eyes playful. He teased him for his youthful innocence and his charming allure.

Lin Shuicheng ignored him once more, deftly breaking free from his grasp and heading towards the kitchen.

The chief jumped down from the sofa and locked eyes with Fu Luoyin for a moment before finally heading to the kitchen.

The aroma of food wafted from the kitchen. Fu Luoyin confirmed by memory that it was goji berry chicken soup. The soup was thick and cooked to perfection on the third heat setting of the rice cooker, resulting in fluffy rice that wasn't sticky. A bowl of plain white rice with the chicken soup would be just right for a comforting midnight snack.

Despite Lin Shuicheng's words, Fu Luoyin still called Dong Shuoye.

"Hey, minus two? What do you want at this hour?"

Fu Luoyin asked, "What's going on with your department's art authentication project? Did you try to shift the blame onto Star University?"

Dong Shuoye sighed dramatically. "You know the situation as well as I do. As the second-in-command, I can't exactly speak up, and it's tough being stuck in the middle. You have no idea, that..."

"Lin Shuicheng is from the Quantum Analysis Department, and this incident landed on his head," Fu Luoyin interrupted, speaking leisurely. "It's fine if you like to stir the pot, but I believe you didn't mean it this time. I have ways of protecting my people, and he's capable too. But next time, don't touch the students, especially those from prestigious universities like Star University. At this year's Old Pacific Conference, Division Seven has an important proposal to advocate academic protection and academic freedom, even though it hasn't been announced yet. I'm not hiding anything, but I thought I'd give you a heads-up about the future climate. Just be careful with your department, alright? I'm doing this for your own good. Understand?"

Dong Shuoye chuckled dryly. "Understood. Was I out of my mind to do something like this? Alright, I get what you're saying. I'll take responsibility for my team's actions and treat you and your wife to dinner as an apology. Did you just finish a meeting?"

Fu Luoyin rubbed his temples. "I still have seventeen more days of consecutive meetings. I'm on the verge of collapsing. I'll call you later."

"Wait a moment." Dong Shuoye asked casually, "Negative Two, you seem quite concerned about your little lover. When will you introduce him to us? So far, only Su Yu has met him properly. I caught a glimpse of him once at the hotel entrance. It's unfair, don't you think?"

Fu Luoyin fell silent for a moment.

"He's a nice guy, and he likes me, so let's see how things develop. We'll decide based on his wishes."