Chapter 33: My Mind Is Nothing but Mosaic Blurs

Chapter 33: Mind Full of Mosaic

Chen Xiangdong's brow instantly relaxed: "Good, good, good! I think this is reliable too! Guan, old friend, what do you think?"

Guan Zhen said with a slightly troubled look: "This... we need to ask Jia Jia what he thinks. I definitely trust Xiao Wang, after all, I've watched him grow up."

Guan Yujia, under the expectant looks of the three elders, nodded somewhat shyly.

"Oh, this is settled!" Fang Yuxia was overjoyed and was already talking about having grandkids. "Surrogacy technology is really advanced now. We can have each of them have a kid, and we'll help take care of them!"

Guan Zhen also nodded happily.

Only Chen Wang's face darkened, the fork in his hand bent from gripping it too hard.

The whole time, no one had even asked for his opinion.

"I don't like Guan Yujia!" He suddenly yelled.

Everyone at the table went still. Recovering, Guan Yujia bit his lip, eyes welling up, about to cry. Guan Zhen seemed somewhat angry, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

Chen Xiangdong slammed the table hard and scolded: "What the hell is wrong with you? Didn't you say you like guys yourself?"

Chen Wang said: "Yeah, I like guys, but that doesn't mean I'll take any guy. You like women, but you wouldn't just marry some random woman off the street, right?"

"How's that the same?" Chen Xiangdong's hands were shaking with rage. He pointed at Guan Yujia and said, "You tell me yourself, what's not good enough about Jia Jia for you?"

Guan Yujia choked out at the perfect moment: "Brother Wang, I really do like you."

Chen Wang let out a cold laugh, crossed his arms, and glanced at Guan Yujia before saying: "Funny, I really like myself too. That's why I can't bring myself to settle for someone like you, an old buzzard."

Everyone: ???

Before his dad's shoe could hit him in the face, Chen Wang turned and walked away swiftly.

Ridiculous. A guy as handsome as him, top-tier in the universe—with the face, the body, the length, flawless from every angle—only someone like Gu Sai, that soft, round-bottomed, moody little white bunny, was worthy of him!

Feeling off today, Chen Wang decided to skip visiting his grandpa so the old man wouldn't catch on.

He pulled up the address Gu Sai had sent on WeChat, drove over, and had the little idiot look up nearby hotels.

After Gu Sai picked up his son from Mi Qi's, he got down to writing. That night, he got a message from Chen Wang—a hotel room number.

Gu Sai texted back a question mark.

Chen Wang said: "Come here."

Gu Sai: "Nah, I've got stuff to do."

He hadn't fully healed yet and needed to rest.

Chen Wang didn't reply for a bit. Just when Gu Sai thought he'd dropped it, another message came: "Then how about I come over to your place?"

Gu Sai: "Why are you coming to my place?"

Chen Wang: "You."

Gu Sai's ears went red. He clenched his fist and threw a couple of mock punches at Chen Wang's profile pic.

Chen Wang: "If you're in, take a breath. If not, recite the connection between the Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng and variable-limit integrals in thirty seconds."

Gu Sai: ...

He felt like he was being forced to sign an unfair treaty.

Thirty seconds later, Chen Wang: "Open up."

Gu Sai: ???

He shut his laptop, hurried to the door, and peeked through the peephole—sure enough, it was Chen Wang in a hat and mask.

He opened the door: "You actually came... mmm..."

Before he could finish, Chen Wang pushed in, pulled down his mask, and pressed him against the entryway, kissing him.

Gu Sai's mouth: Whoa, this is the vibe, so good!

Chen Wang's lips were a bit cold, and he kissed hard and deep, leaving Gu Sai breathless. Gu Sai grabbed Chen Wang's cold jacket with both hands, trying to shove him off. But he was too weak, no match for Chen Wang.

Soon, Gu Sai's lungs were screaming: "Can't take it, can't take it, master, you gotta breathe!"

Gu Sai: "I don't know how to."

"Mmm... mmm..."

Only when Gu Sai was about to pass out did Chen Wang take pity and let go of his lips.

Lungs: Great, made it through another day.

Gu Sai gasped for air, glaring at Chen Wang in annoyance: "What are you doing?"

Chen Wang licked his lips, savoring the taste, and smiled at him.

Guessing what Chen Wang was about to say, Gu Sai huffily covered his mouth: "Forget I asked."

Chen Wang's smile widened. He grabbed Gu Sai's hand and said, being unreasonable: "You didn't finish in thirty seconds, so that means you agreed to let me come."

Gu Sai: "That's a one-sided treaty."

Chen Wang admitted: "Yep, I'm just that overbearing. You better get used to it."

He kissed Gu Sai, which satisfied his craving for now, and only then did he really take a good look at him.

At home, Gu Sai was just in his pajamas—a fluffy rabbit onesie with two big ears on the hood. Gu Sai's little face looked even cuter under the big hood.

He tugged Gu Sai's rabbit ears and said, "Can you cook? I haven't eaten yet."

Gu Sai nodded: "Mm, I can boil noodles."

"Alright, throw in two eggs for me."

With that, Chen Wang strutted in like a big shot, sat on the couch with his legs crossed, and looked around the place judgmentally.

Gu Sai's place wasn't big—looked like a studio, with a living room of maybe ten square meters, pretty cramped.

Gu Sai quickly made the noodles, not just adding two eggs but also slicing some braised beef his mom had made for him.

"Teacher Chen, the noodles are done."

Gu Sai set the noodles on the small table. Chen Wang went over, sat down, and pulled Gu Sai into his lap in one smooth move.

“Mr. Chen...”

“Don’t move. You’ve got a free soft seat courtesy of the Best Actor—just count yourself lucky.”

Truth is, he just wanted an excuse to hold the guy.

Gu Sai was speechless but obediently stayed still. Chen Wang wolfed down the noodles, while Gu Sai’s butt was happily pressed against Adiao, pouring out its longing.

“Adiao, do you know? A day apart feels like three years—so half a day apart means a year and a half! What, you missed me too? And you’re crying from missing me? Boohoo... I knew it—the most direct way to love an organ is that the moment you think of it, your head’s full of censor bars!”

Gu Sai: ...

Damn—he could feel that soft seat slowly going hard.