Chapter 81 The Campus Flower’s Arrival

Chapter 81 The Campus Flower's Arrival

Pu Yu is a man of principles.

For example, after he promised Liu Fen and her husband that he wouldn't affect Ning Song's studies, he really paid close attention to Ning Song's academic performance. He even encouraged Ning Song to prepare for the Olympiad.

He was also very strict in supervising this process and didn’t relax his standards just because Ning Song was his boyfriend.

Ning Song propped his cheek with his hand as he looked at Pu Yu.

He truly liked Pu Yu very much and couldn't help but lean over to smell the fragrance inside Pu Yu’s down jacket.

After finishing their homework, Pu Yu had dinner at their house.

After dinner, Ning Song saw him off, and they finally got a chance to kiss in a corner.

Under normal circumstances, Pu Yu wouldn't refuse a kiss. He enjoyed kissing, and his skills had improved significantly over the past few months.

There was no better season for kissing than winter. In the cold air, their lips and tongues intertwined, their thick down jackets providing a barrier that made it less uncomfortable than in summer.

They had kissed for over an hour last time, and both were somewhat addicted to it.

Ning Song behaved more obediently when kissing, while Pu Yu became more dominant. He liked being on top, forcing Ning Song to tilt his head back.

After they finished, he was gentle again: "Alright, we'll kiss again next time."

Ning Song adjusted Pu Yu's scarf: "Go ahead."

Ning Song wandered outside for a while before returning home once his lips looked normal.

Upon returning home, he heard Liu Fen say with a smile, "You can close the door when you study in your room. When you leave it open, your father and I feel uncomfortable."

Ning Song replied, "Then tell him he has a guilty conscience."

Liu Fen sincerely remarked, "Little Yu is really well-behaved. He's such a sincere child. Even if you close the door, we feel at ease."

Ning Song felt quite moved by this.

Master Pu is really impressive!

He hired birthday expert Qiao Qiao to plan the birthday party, but Qiao Qiao asked, "Won't his family organize it?"

So Ning Song asked Pu Yu.

Sure enough, the Pu family planned a grand celebration, and Mrs. Pu had been preparing for a month.

Pu Guanting agreed, and their family indeed needed a grand feast to dispel the bad luck of the past six months.

Ning Song thought about it for a few days but couldn't control his desire to surprise his boyfriend, so he started preparing secretly.

Pu Yu's coming-of-age banquet was luxurious and grand, with almost all of Shangdong Province's high society attending. When Ning Song arrived, he was amazed by the luxury cars parked outside the Pu family mansion.

They walked through the bustling crowd, and even the usually talkative Qiao Qiao was subdued, pointing out several celebrities he recognized from TV.

Pu Yu directly led them upstairs to his bedroom, where Qiao Qiao noticed many of Ning Song's clothes.

Ning Song's clothes were easy to recognize; he often wore bright, youthful outfits like orange sweaters, plaid scarves, and khaki pants. Clearly, these weren't Pu Yu's.

"Is this your half-base?" Qiao Qiao said.

It was obvious that Ning Song visited frequently.

Ning Song urged Pu Yu, "Go take care of your duties; I'll entertain them."

Pu Yu said, "Stay here and play. I'll call you when the banquet officially starts."

As soon as Pu Yu left, Ning Song locked the door.

"Hurry up."

"Where are your things?" Fan Duoduo asked.

Ning Song began rummaging through drawers, closets, and pockets. These items were brought in gradually over the past month, all for today's surprise!

Everyone worked together, inflating balloons and stringing up lights. Just as they were busy, they suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.

Everyone froze. Qiao Qiao said, "I told you we should have someone at the door to stall him."

"He wouldn't knock if he wanted to come in," Ning Song steadied himself and cautiously opened the door, only to see Mrs. Pu in an evening gown, draped in a thin shawl, smiling at them.

Mrs. Pu was surprised to see the colorful balloons in their hands and asked with a smile, "What are you doing?"

"We want to give him a surprise," Ning Song said.

Mrs. Pu nodded and smiled, "Do you need me to stall him for you?"

Ning Song eagerly nodded, "Yes!"

Mrs. Pu smiled warmly at the others, "Tell Ning Song if you need anything."

Pu Yu rarely brought friends home, so Mrs. Pu didn't realize how large his friend group had become. Among the boys, she only recognized Ning Song and Qiao Qiao, and she asked Qiao Qiao, "Why isn't Deng Xun here with you?"

"He came with his family and hasn't arrived yet," Qiao Qiao shyly replied.

With Mrs. Pu's help, Pu Yu didn't come upstairs again. They decorated the entire bedroom colorfully, and everything was ready just as the banquet was about to start. When they went downstairs, Ning Song searched around and suddenly caught sight of Pu Yu talking to a very handsome boy.

The boy looked incredibly cool, with smiling eyes, standing close to Pu Yu. Since Ning Song had never seen Pu Yu with such friends, he was surprised. However, after a brief glance, he realized the boy was looking at him too.

Of course, the handsome boy wasn't the only one watching him.

In fact, he was also somewhat the center of attention today.

The upper class loves gossip too. Today, Pu Yu was so dazzling that Ning Song, the boy from Lower Harbor's slums who managed to get close to the eldest son of the Pu family, was equally in the spotlight...

Ning Song didn't sit at the main table; he chose not to and preferred to sit with Qiao Qiao instead.

Pu Yu was very busy tonight. It seemed more like he was organizing the banquet for the Pu family rather than celebrating his eighteenth birthday. He gave speeches, toasted, and socialized, barely eating anything. The handsome man with smiling eyes would often stand next to him, greeting guests, and it was clear that the guests knew him well.

"Found out," Qiao Qiao leaned over and said, "Rong Jiahe, from the Rong family of Yue Long."

Ning Song turned to look at him. Qiao Qiao added, "Weren't you staring at him all this time?"

He knows me well, thought Ning Song.

"I've never heard him mention this person before."

"He's not from our state." As Qiao Qiao spoke, he straightened up: "Someone is looking at you again."

Ning Song noticed a whole table of people indeed staring at him.

He was dressed formally today, and without exaggeration, in Sheng Yan's absence, no one looked better than him.

This attention reached its peak when Pu Yu walked over to him.

The handsome man with smiling eyes followed him.

Ning Song stood up as Pu Yu introduced him, "Rong Jiahe, my friend."

Rong Jiahe smiled and said, "I've been wanting to meet you in person. Finally got the chance. Last time I came to Shangdong, I wanted to see you, but this guy wouldn't introduce us."

He then extended his hand.

Ning Song smiled and shook his hand.

The banquet ended late into the night. Ning Song saw off Qiao Qiao and his friends. Qiao Qiao reminded him, "Don't forget to record a video and send it to us tomorrow!"

Ning Song made an OK gesture, sent them off, and immediately returned to Pu Yu's bedroom. He lit candles, turned off the lights, and locked the door, waiting for Pu Yu to come back.

It was still a bit cold outside, but inside the room, it was warm enough to wear just a T-shirt. Pu Yu took a long time to return, and Ning Song almost fell asleep leaning against the door. When he heard voices outside, he quickly opened the door to peek and saw that Pu Yu wasn't alone; Rong Jiahe was with him.

His heart tightened, and he immediately opened the door and stepped out.

Rong Jiahe was surprised to see him: "You're still here? I thought you'd left."

Ning Song stood by the door, trying to find a reason to get Rong Jiahe to leave, when someone ran up the stairs. Mrs. Pu called out, "Xiao He?"

Rong Jiahe responded, and Mrs. Pu came upstairs. Seeing the three of them standing at the door, she said, "Can you help me with something?"

Rong Jiahe walked toward her. Mrs. Pu leaned on the railing and smiled at Ning Song.

Ning Song finally relaxed and asked Pu Yu, "Why hasn't he left yet?"

Pu Yu replied, "He probably won't be leaving tonight."

"Why haven't you mentioned him before?" Ning Song deliberately said, "Then let him stay with you. I'll go. He's been sticking to you all night."

Pu Yu grabbed his hand, "You haven't shown me your surprise yet, and you want to leave?"

Ning Song looked up at him, feigning ignorance, "Surprise? What surprise?"

Pu Yu said, "Why was my bedroom door locked? I couldn't even change clothes."

Realizing he couldn't fool him, Ning Song stopped pretending and smiled, "Wait a moment, I'll let you in when I'm ready!"

He quickly went into the bedroom. A large heart-shaped pattern made of roses covered the floor, with a handmade colorful paper box placed in the middle.

Pu Yu waited at the door, smiling, and asked, "Ready?"

Ning Song shouted from inside, "OK!"

Pu Yu pushed the door open and saw two heart-shaped patterns made of candles. The entire room was filled with colorful balloons and twinkling lights, and a large colorful paper box sat between the heart-shaped rose petals.

Pu Yu smiled.

"Come open your gift," Ning Song called from inside.

Pu Yu opened the paper box, and Ning Song was sitting inside, hugging his legs and looking up at him.

Pu Yu said, "Such a precious gift, it's too valuable."

Ning Song asked, "Do you like it?"

Pu Yu nodded, "Yes."

Ning Song reached out, and Pu Yu lifted him up.

He was still wearing the black formal attire from the banquet, complete with a bow tie, and the coolness of his clothes added to his composed demeanor.

Pu Yu asked, "Is this gift edible or for play?"

Ning Song replied, "Both."

Pu Yu kissed his lips and carried him into the inner room, placing him on the bed. Just as he was about to let go, he heard Ning Song say, "Happy eighteenth birthday."

Pu Yu whispered, "Thank you, baby."

Ning Song smiled at him and said, "It's not over yet."

He then flipped over and lay face down on the bed, gesturing for Pu Yu to join him.

Pu Yu lay beside him, and he handed his phone to Pu Yu.

It was a simple game where a cat catches fish.

Pu Yu played for a while. The game was designed to be amusing, and the fish were hard to catch.

He asked, "Is this fish supposed to be me? It's so hard to catch."

As soon as he said that, he caught one.

The little cat opened its mouth to eat the fish, and suddenly the screen changed, switching to another scene.

It was a screenshot of their post on the game forum.

From his first reply to Ning Song's post, to when Ning Song changed his username to "No Fishy Cat," and netizens started teasing them about getting together, then their first private message, followed by the familiar library at their school—where they had their first meeting behind those bookshelves—and the magazine he had picked up for Ning Song.

Pu Yu turned to look at Ning Song, his eyes misting over.

The light from the screen illuminated Ning Song's beautiful features, and his eyes sparkled. Music began to play, and photos appeared one by one, leading to their first photo together at the gaming convention, and then their first selfie after confirming their relationship.

Pu Yu couldn't resist leaning in, pressing tightly against him, his face close to Ning Song's ear.

Ning Song's ears were hot, and when he looked, they were red.

His heart was as damp as his eyes.

Looking up at Ning Song, he said, "Thank you, my love."

"If only it was my birthday too," Ning Song said.

Pu Yu pressed his cheek against Ning Song's, resting his head on his neck, inhaling his scent.

They stayed like that for a while, and Pu Yu found it hard to resist the temptation in his heart. He wasn't a saint.

Today was his eighteenth birthday, and doing something adult didn't seem unreasonable.

Ning Song whispered in his ear, "Do you want to try? I've been practicing for a long time."

Pu Yu asked, "How did you practice?"

His voice was very low.

The guests downstairs hadn't fully dispersed yet, and faint voices could be heard. Pu Guanting's classmates and friends had opened another bottle of wine; someone seemed drunk, shouting loudly, drowning out Pu Yu's voice. Pu Yu grabbed Ning Song's hair, tilting his head back, and couldn't help lifting him up, his fingers brushing against his reddened lips, wiping away the clear liquid he left behind, before kissing him forcefully.

Ning Song's face was flushed.

The people in the dining room wouldn't leave anytime soon; some were clearly drunk. These were Pu Guanting's old classmates and schoolmates. Mrs. Pu was in the next room sorting and registering the gifts Pu Yu had received. When she finished, she saw Pu Yu and Ning Song coming down the stairs.

Seeing Ning Song in his down jacket, she knew he was leaving.

Mrs. Pu said, "Stay tonight. It's snowing outside."

Ning Song was zipping up his jacket and asked, "Is it snowing?"

Mrs. Pu replied, "It's quite heavy."

Ning Song stepped outside, and indeed, it was snowing.

It had just started, and there was no accumulation yet, so it was still walkable.

Ning Song told Pu Yu, "Don't come out. I'm going."

Pu Yu leaned in to kiss his lips, "Don't go."

Ning Song laughed and dodged, "I have to pretend to be good. I won't stay overnight."

If he stayed overnight, Liu Fen and the others would think something happened. Couples staying overnight usually meant something more.

Even if they did do something, it was all the more reason to act innocent.

Pu Yu had to let Uncle Zhang drive him, eventually getting into the car himself.

At that moment, his love reached its peak, and he felt an overwhelming surge of affection, not knowing how to describe or express it to Ning Song. Throughout the ride, he kept holding Ning Song's hand.

When they arrived in Lower Harbor, the snow had become heavier. By the time they reached Ning Song's house, Pu Yu got out of the car to see him up.

Just as they turned the corner, out of Uncle Zhang's sight, he couldn't resist grabbing Ning Song's hand, bending slightly, and gazing up at him with intense affection, kissing him.

Snowflakes fell heavily, covering their hair. Pu Yu asked, "With such heavy snow, will Aunt Liu let me stay?"

Ning Song hummed, "Not pretending anymore?"

Pu Yu remained silent.

Pu Yu, as always, was uncommunicative, preferring silence. The wind had made his lips red, but his ears were even redder.

Ning Song said, "They probably will. You've built such a good image. Even if my mom caught you without clothes, she'd probably think I forced you."