Chapter 95: Should I Comfort Him? He Looks Like He’s About to Shatter

Chapter 95: Should I comfort him? He looks like he's about to fall apart.

Inside the office, Du Yang, who had just been startled into standing, hadn't sat down yet.

Lu Jin'an, who had been shouting about fighting Fu Yan to the death, was now standing behind Fu Yan, gritting his teeth while massaging Fu Yan's shoulders.

Chen Miao burst into the office with a thunderous presence, and all three of them instantly turned to look at him.

Wasn't this supposed to be a scene where the boss and Mr. Lu were brawling, with Du Yang crying on the side and shouting for them to stop?

Why was it nothing like he had imagined?

The boss and Mr. Lu looked so... brotherly and respectful!

They were even massaging shoulders!

Chen Miao wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead and said awkwardly, "Chairman Fu, I'm sorry—I thought Mr. Lu was going to fight..."

Oh god! This was too embarrassing and awkward! He couldn't even finish the sentence.

Fu Yan immediately understood what Chen Miao meant and said casually, "Chen Miao, you've worked hard. This was a misunderstanding."

"Mr. Lu was in a hurry to give me a shoulder rub, which scared you all," Fu Yan glanced at the secretaries peeking outside the office door. "Chen Miao, go handle it."

Chen Miao felt as if he had been granted a pardon. "Yes, Chairman Fu. Right away."

Then he quickly retreated and closed the office door.

Total social death!

Is this how you rich people play?

Chen Miao, embarrassed and mortified, went to disperse the gossiping secretaries.

Then he hid in his own office to recover.

Inside the office.

"I'll make coffee for you for a week—take back your card!" Lu Jin'an said indignantly.

"No."

"I'll call you 'big brother' for a week!"

"No."

"I'll cook for you for a week!"

"No."

Lu Jin'an finally gave up.

This guy was deliberately trying to steal his younger brother.

And his younger brother was no help—he only wanted Fu Yan.

Half an hour later.

"Yangyang, remember your brother," Lu Jin'an stroked Du Yang's head again. "I can't stay here anymore. Next time, I'll find you alone."

"Brother, take care," Du Yang nodded obediently. "Anger hurts your health."

Seeing that his little brother had no intention of leaving with him, Lu Jin'an couldn't stay a moment longer. He quickly left.

"Yangyang, come here." Fu Yan was sitting in his office chair, waving at the young man who was still staring blankly at the door.

Du Yang snapped back to reality and obediently walked over to Fu Yan. The next moment, he was picked up by the waist and placed on Fu Yan's lap.

Wrapped in Fu Yan's arms and sitting on his lap, the young man's cheeks quickly turned a light pink.

Fu Yan loved this look so much that he bent down and kissed him again.

After a long kiss, Du Yang felt his lips go numb. He didn't dare move, because he could clearly feel that Fu Yan's body had reacted.

He didn't want to do anything with Fu Yan in the office—it was too embarrassing.

"Want to go sleep in the rest room?" Fu Yan's voice was hoarse. He explained, "I'll be working outside."

Fu Yan knew the kid had felt his reaction. Seeing how shy and still he was, if he didn't explain, the kid would probably think he was going to do something in the office.

Du Yang shook his head. "No, I have a lot of homework to do. I'll go write in the rest room."

With that, Du Yang quickly got off Fu Yan's lap, grabbed his schoolbag, and fled into the inner rest room.

Fu Yan looked down at himself and pinched the bridge of his nose.

He was losing more and more self-control in front of Du Yang.

Under pressure from Chi Xinya, the school principal quickly made the forum administrator reveal that the mastermind behind it all was Lu Yu.

Chi Xinya's requirements were simple: delete the defamatory posts and severely punish everyone involved.

The principal nodded repeatedly, promising to cooperate with the police investigation and not to shield anyone.

Additionally, on behalf of Du Yang and Fu Yan, Chi Xinya donated a quantum computer to the School of Computer Science.

A quantum computer was not something ordinary wealth and technology could possess.

The principal was all smiles—this was a huge blessing from the heavens.

Finally, Ms. Chi Xinya made a small request: to have a few counters reserved for her in the school cafeteria.

Such a small request—the principal agreed without a second thought.

After Lu Yu went home and complained, Qin Yue immediately appealed to Lu Ting for sympathy, begging him to intercede with the Fu family to drop the case against Lu Yu.

Lu Ting listened. Although he disagreed with Lu Yu's actions, he still felt sorry for the child, so he called Granny Lu.

His mother had the best relationship with the Fu family. Lu Ting didn't have the face to personally ask Fu Yan for leniency, so he had to ask his old mother.

"Mom, Xiao Yu just made a momentary slip—young and ignorant. The Lu and Fu families have always been close. It's not worth turning hostile over a Du Yang!"

Granny Lu felt exasperated at her soft-hearted son speaking up for Lu Yu. Though furious inside, she kept her voice calm and unreadable.

"Fine. Fu Yan is coming over for dinner this Friday. You come too," Granny Lu instructed. "Just you alone."

"Okay, okay! Thanks, Mom!" Lu Ting finally broke into a smile. "I knew you still cared for Xiao Yu."

"Yes, I do care for him," Granny Lu said meaningfully.

Lu Ting was overjoyed that his mother agreed to help, and didn't catch the hidden meaning in her words at all.

After the call, Lu Ting went downstairs walking on air, and shared the good news with Qin Yue and Lu Yu.

"Mom agreed to help ask for leniency!" Lu Ting patted Qin Yue's arm reassuringly. "On Friday, Mom and I will handle this personally."

"Xiao Yu should avoid going to school for the next few days and stay out of sight at home."

He remembered his mother's instruction: to keep Lu Yu from being detained, he couldn't reveal anything.

Lu Ting is easygoing and usually does whatever his mom says, so he omitted the part about having dinner with Fu Yan on Friday.

He'd handle the tough stuff; no need for his wife and kid to worry.

Qin Yue and Lu Yu exchanged a quick glance, and Lu Yu hugged Lu Ting's arm with a look of gratitude, being clingy.

"Thanks, Dad! Dad loves me the most!"

"Silly boy, I'm your father. If I don't help you, who will?" Lu Ting embraced his wife and son on either side, feeling warm and happy from their sweet talk.

That evening after work,

After dinner, Du Yang, having had a good meal courtesy of Fu Yan, carried the slightly damaged bouquet of pink roses out of the elevator, while Fu Yan held his hand and they walked out together.

Du Yang reached out and pressed his thumb on the fingerprint lock. Just as he was about to open the door, Fu Yan suddenly turned him around and lowered his head to kiss him.

The moment he was kissed, Du Yang's eyes widened, and in his fluster, he still remembered the roses in his arms, which couldn't take any more squeezing or crushing.

Despite being distracted, he quickly pulled the roses out from between their embracing bodies.

Before he could even focus on the kiss, he heard a scream, a nearly hysterical cry.

Ji Zichu heard the elevator ding and then the door opening, so he seized the opportunity to come out and bump into Du Yang.

But when he came out, he saw Fu Yan holding Du Yang and kissing him—a French kiss, no less.

He saw it clearly: Fu Yan used his tongue!

Du Yang was again startled by this scream and hid in Fu Yan's chest. He recognized it as Ji Zichu's screech.

That Fu Yan—if he weren't so impatient, they wouldn't have been caught again.

"You... what are you doing!" Ji Zichu was on the verge of tears, clutching his chest and pointing at his brother in disbelief.

Du Yang, thinking of that impatient guy, glanced sideways at the devastated Ji Zichu and felt pleased.

Just now, Fu Yan had heard Ji Zichu's door open and deliberately pulled Du Yang into a kiss in front of him.

His man—no one else could have him.

"You saw it, didn't you?" Fu Yan said, holding Du Yang's backpack in one hand and wrapping the other arm around the shy boy, his tone territorial. "I'm kissing my boyfriend. You shouldn't have come out."

Ji Zichu pointed at Fu Yan with trembling fingers, feeling that his brother's words were like a thousand swords piercing his heart, shattering it into pieces.

His heart was truly broken. Ji Zichu held back the urge to cry and protested, "But you can't make out in front of me."

Du Yang emerged from the man's embrace, looked awkwardly at the broken Ji Zichu, and couldn't help asking Fu Yan.

"Brother, do you want to comfort him? He looks like he's about to fall apart."

Fu Yan's tone was calm but merciless. "No need. He'll patch himself up."

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