Chapter 74: I Haven’t Won Du Yang Over Yet

Chapter 74: I Still Haven't Won Du Yang Over

A man wearing a silver mask and a bathrobe, with one hairy calf exposed, was propping himself up against the wall with one hand, a rose dangling from his lips.

The moment the elevator doors opened, the man casually tugged at the already-open collar of his robe, revealing his chest.

"You pervert!"

Before Fu Yan could react, Du Yang, standing beside him, cursed under his breath, dashed out of the elevator, and landed a kick square in the man's stomach.

The man was completely caught off guard. In the split second of his shock, Du Yang's foot connected with his stomach, and he let out a pained yelp as he fell hard on his rear.

"Don't hit me!" Ji Zichu grimaced, the rose already on the floor. "Yangyang, it's me, your big brother Zichu!"

Du Yang pulled back his foot, ready to kick again. "Ji Zichu?"

"It's me! Yangyang, you're so fierce!" Ji Zichu scrambled to his feet, tugged off the mask, rubbed his stomach, and looked aggrieved. "And you've got quite a kick."

"What the hell are you doing dressed like a pervert in the middle of the night?" Du Yang glanced at the wide-open robe collar and looked away in disgust.

How could he have ever thought this guy was that aloof and self-restrained guy?

Such a slut.

It was warm inside the apartment, but the hallway in early spring was still cold. Ji Zichu pulled his bathrobe tighter, looking wronged. "Yangyang, I wanted to surprise you."

Du Yang reached to open the door. "Surprise? It was more like a scare."

Pushing the door open, Du Yang looked back. "When did you move across the hall?"

Ji Zichu perked up again. "I moved in last night! From now on, we can see each other every day!"

"Did your company go bankrupt? Hanging around here all day?" A cold voice cut in. Fu Yan, who had remained silent until now, spoke icily.

Ji Zichu seemed to just remember there was someone else here. He glanced at the man with the cold gaze and said nonchalantly, "Bro, Du Yang's safe and sound. You can head back now."

Fu Yan stepped forward and placed his hand on Du Yang's shoulder, a faint smile curling his lips—almost like showing off.

"I'm living here. With Du Yang."

Ji Zichu: "...What… what?"

His smug expression shattered. Ji Zichu stared in utter disbelief, as if struck, clutching his bathrobe over his chest.

"Go on in." Fu Yan lightly squeezed the boy's shoulder, his voice soft. "Let me have a word with him. Be good, okay?"

Hearing that "be good," Du Yang's cheeks inexplicably flushed. He murmured an "mm" and slipped inside the apartment.

The kid's quiet blush went unnoticed by Ji Zichu, who stood behind, but Fu Yan saw it all.

That kind of shyness was adorable.

"Hey… Yang… Yang…" Ji Zichu watched longingly as Du Yang disappeared behind the door.

Once the door was shut again, Fu Yan's face went expressionless, eyes cold. "Ji Zichu, don't act so flirty around Du Yang from now on. There are plenty of hot guys out there. Keep your hands off Du Yang."

"Bro, Du Yang is different from them!" Ji Zichu shivered, feeling the cold. "I'm serious this time!"

"Yeah, you're serious every damn time. Go be serious with someone else then." Fu Yan's coat was open, one hand in his trouser pocket as he glanced at the other man, then said seriously, "Du Yang is mine."

"You're living together?!" Ji Zichu looked like he'd seen a ghost.

He didn't believe it!

His brother was like a monk—only interested in work and burning incense and chanting scriptures!

"Can't you see?" Fu Yan's voice was flat, stating the fact.

Ji Zichu was too pushy and good at buttering people up. Fu Yan wasn't confident—what if his kid got taken away?

He still wasn't sure if Du Yang liked him. Until they were officially together, he didn't mind using some tricks to get rid of competitors.

Ji Zichu still wasn't giving up. His face fell as he asked again, "Are you two official already?"

"Doesn't it look obvious?" Fu Yan didn't answer directly, but shot back.

Wasn't it obvious?

It was!

He should have seen it coming!

Brought him home for New Year's, living together, giving him hickeys on the shoulder—there was no fucking way these weren't a couple!

Ji Zichu clutched his bathrobe, pacing back and forth, as if he wanted to stomp the floor into pieces.

Fu Yan, on the other hand, was in no rush. He stood by the door, calm and composed, watching Ji Zichu squirm.

"Bro!" Ji Zichu suddenly stopped, standing in front of Fu Yan as if he'd made a huge decision. "I'm not letting go! I'll wait for you to break up."

Fu Yan looked him up and down, his voice calm and assured. "Take your time waiting. In this life, it's impossible."

With that, he used his fingerprint on the lock, opened the door, stepped inside, and closed it without a second thought.

Ji Zichu: "??"

Aaaaaah!

So what if he got to know Du Yang first? If I had known him first, Du Yang would be mine now!

He was just a little taller than him—so what? Looking down on him!

Just a little more imposing—what a show-off!

If it weren't for the fact that Fu Yan was his distant cousin, he'd pick a fight right now!

After finishing his mental pep talk, Ji Zichu tucked his hands in his sleeves and turned to walk into his own home.

Once the door was shut, the confident expression faded from Fu Yan's face. He glanced at the master bedroom door, which was left ajar, and let out a soft sigh.

The kid didn't flirt with him anymore. Had he stopped liking him?

His phone buzzed in his pocket. Fu Yan pulled it out, glanced at it, swiped his finger across the screen, and stepped into the room at the same time.

"Old Fu, tomorrow night, I'd like to invite you and Du Yang to dinner. I want to apologize to Du Yang. Would that be convenient?"

Closing the bedroom door behind him, Fu Yan sat on the sofa, crossing his legs. He leaned his head back against the cushion, his dark eyes staring at the ceiling, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"I need to ask Du Yang if he's willing to see you."

"Please put in a good word for me," Lu Jin'an pleaded softly. "Grandma has been scowling at me these past few days, calling me petty and unreasonable—she's read me the riot act about everything."

"So, have you changed your ways?" Fu Yan's voice was indifferent.

"Yes, I must! Otherwise, how would I dare to suggest having dinner with Du Yang and you?"

Lu Jin'an continued, "I've seen the light. Grandma is old, and this is her only wish. If I keep blocking it, I'd be unfilial. Besides, Du Yang is a good kid."

"Wow, you actually changed your tune." Fu Yan stood up, walked to the window, and drew the curtains. "I need to ask my boy if he's willing to give you a chance to make amends."

"Oh, oh, oh, 'your kid.'" Lu Jin'an teased. "Old Fu, you're totally love-struck—so mushy!"

"Yeah, he's mine." A faint smile curved Fu Yan's lips, and his eyes softened. "You wouldn't get it."

"Fine, fine! You understand! Having a love brain is something special! I'll wait for your call tomorrow."

Lu Jin'an couldn't stand it anymore and was about to end the call when Fu Yan spoke again, "Wait."

Fu Yan hesitated. "I haven't locked Du Yang down yet. When you see him, don't go overboard with the jokes—you'll scare him away."

There was a long silence on the other end of the line, followed by a burst of laughter.

"Hahaha! Old Fu, how the tables have turned!"

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