Chapter 60: Has Fu Yan Abandoned Him

Chapter 60: Fu Yan Doesn’t Want Him Anymore

The moment Fu Yan’s lips touched his, Du Yang’s mind went blank. The corner of his mouth was grazed by a tongue tip, sending a tingling sensation like an electric current coursing through his entire body.

Fu Yan pulled back from his lips and said, “Du Yang, I want to kiss you.”

Du Yang’s heart skipped a beat, his cheeks flushed red, and his whole body felt numb. But the next second, Fu Yan’s words sent him back into a cold, dark hole.

Fu Yan breathed close to his ear, half murmur, half seduction, “Du Yang, I can take care of your physical needs for you. You don’t need to watch that stuff.”

His fingertips clenched under his pajama sleeve. A sharp ache hit Du Yang’s heart.

He finally realized what Fu Yan meant by “handling it another way.”

He really thought Du Yang had been watching porn.

And the way he offered to “take care of it”—what did that make Du Yang? What role did he see him as?

A hookup to scratch each other’s itches? A toy? A kept man?

In his past life, he’d run into people more than once outside A University’s gate who flat-out offered to keep him as a bed partner.

And now Fu Yan saw him the same way.

“Don’t fall for Fu Yan. You’ll never measure up to him.” Ji Zichu’s words cut into his heart like a knife.

Something inside him was shattering, piece by piece. The pain was so bad Du Yang felt his blood freeze.

Du Yang put a hand on Fu Yan’s chest and shoved him, using some force.

Fu Yan released the armrests, swayed a little, and stood up straight, looking down at the young man who was clearly pissed.

“Fu Yan, get out of here!”

Without even glancing at Fu Yan, Du Yang got up, sidestepped him, and crossed to the bed in a few strides. He flopped onto it and yanked the blanket over himself.

Even though he was furious and hurt, he couldn’t yell at Fu Yan or say anything that would really cut deep.

After all, in his past life, Fu Yan had avenged him and died in front of his grave.

Du Yang just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Right now, he just wanted Fu Yan out of there fast—he was scared he’d start crying.

Watching the lump of blankets on the bed with Du Yang’s back to him, Fu Yan felt his own heart sink little by little.

Before this, with all those flirty moments and blushes, he’d thought they were on the same page, that it was mutual.

If it was mutual, then physical desire and need were just natural.

His boy didn’t seem to like him that way.

Fu Yan’s fingertips clenched. That video he’d glimpsed earlier had a woman’s voice.

Could Du Yang be straight?

And that means he…

A sad look flickered in his dark eyes. Fu Yan closed his eyes, took a moment to calm down, and pushed his feelings aside.

He picked up the glass of milk from the table, walked out quickly—almost stumbling—and closed the door behind him.

When he heard the door click shut, Du Yang pulled the blanket down just a crack. Tears welled up and spilled from the corners of his eyes.

He bit down on the blanket to keep from making a sound.

A man so full of darkness and sickness—in the end, he didn’t deserve to be loved.

Maybe it was the milk, but Du Yang felt really sleepy. He just wanted to sleep and be still.

If he fell asleep, maybe he’d have a sweet dream.

At one in the morning, Fu Yan quietly eased open Du Yang’s door.

The boy’s thin back was turned to him. Fu Yan stood by the bed, looking down at him as he slept.

He was sleeping soundly—no insomnia.

Even though his boy had rejected him, he still worried about whether he’d get a good night’s sleep.

He always had to check on him before he could sleep himself, just to feel okay.

Rubbing his brow, Fu Yan quietly left the room.

Du Yang slept for ages. He woke up groggy, the nightlight still on in his room. He reached for his phone on the nightstand and checked the time.

6:45 p.m.

Du Yang was a little dazed. He sat up slowly and checked the time again.

Yeah, six forty-five in the evening.

He’d slept a full day and night.

Fu Yan hadn’t woken him up that morning.

Did Fu Yan not want him anymore?

Pushing down his unease, Du Yang got out of bed, slid on his slippers, opened the door, and peered into the next room.

Fu Yan’s door was open, his bed perfectly made.

Feeling dizzy, Du Yang held onto the wall and railing as he went down to the first-floor living room.

The living room was dark. Du Yang flicked on the light, glanced around, and spotted a note on the coffee table.

Gone on a business trip. Don’t worry.

Contact Old Zhao for the car.

Fu Yan

Du Yang put the note back on the coffee table and went to the kitchen. He needed to eat something soon or his blood sugar would drop.

As he passed the dining table, he saw a plate of prepared breakfast: two fried eggs, two slices of ham, one slice of bread, covered with plastic wrap.

It was breakfast Fu Yan had made. Du Yang didn’t know what time he had left.

Without heating it up, Du Yang ate the food directly from the plate. After washing the plate, he poured a glass of water and returned to his bedroom.

Back in his room, Du Yang curled up on the sofa, motionless like a lifeless statue, maintaining the same posture until dawn.

On Thursday morning.

Du Yang skipped breakfast and didn’t take Fu Yan’s car; he took the subway to the office.

Arriving at the company, Du Yang began cleaning as usual. He just had to get through today and tomorrow, and his part-time job at Fu’s company would end.

He and Fu Yan would never cross paths again.

“Du Yang, you didn’t go on the business trip with Chairman Fu?” Chen Miao came over and saw Du Yang mopping the floor.

The boss’s original schedule was to take Du Yang on a business trip today and tomorrow, and Chen Miao had even booked the tickets.

But yesterday, the boss suddenly moved up the schedule, and Du Yang didn’t come to work yesterday either. Chen Miao assumed Du Yang had gone ahead with the boss.

The destination city was Yuncheng, a place with spring-like weather year-round, warmer than Haicheng now.

Chen Miao guessed the boss wanted to take Du Yang there to clear his head.

But now, what was going on?

“I’m the one who booked the tickets for you and Chairman Fu to go to Yuncheng; it was originally for today and tomorrow. Chairman Fu went early yesterday, and I assumed you went together.”

Du Yang’s grip on the mop handle tightened unconsciously, and he forced a smile. “I wasn’t feeling well yesterday, so Chairman Fu went first.”

“Oh, really?” Chen Miao felt something was off. Du Yang was unwell, and the boss didn’t even look after him?

“So, are you feeling better today?” Chen Miao asked with concern.

Du Yang gave a weak smile and said casually, “Much better. You go ahead, Chen.”

Watching Du Yang continue mopping, Chen Miao knew he didn’t want to talk more, so he tactfully dropped the subject and went into his office.

These two must have had a fight.

It was the boss’s fault—instead of making up after an argument, he ran off early on a business trip.

This passive, avoidant attitude is gonna cost him big time!

He used to avoid resolving issues with his girlfriend too.

And the result? He got dumped.

Chen Miao was anxious, but with both of them clamming up, what could he do?

At noon, Du Yang got two veggie dishes, a bowl of rice, and a bottle of milk from the employee cafeteria.

He hadn’t eaten breakfast and didn’t feel hungry, but his rational mind told him he had to eat.

The food was tasteless. Du Yang managed a few bites but couldn’t stomach any more, so he took the milk back to the cleaning room.

He only drank half the bottle of milk, then sat on the floor of the cleaning room, leaning his head against the cabinet door, for three hours straight.

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