Chapter 69
Chapter 69
It looked familiar, but he couldn’t remember where from.
The intern scratched the back of his head and thought for a long while before finally remembering that he was here to stand up for Wu Xiaojiu.
He pulled a handbook from his pocket, opened his profile page for Bo Suihan, and introduced himself with a straight face. “Hello, I’m Wang Qiang. I’m also Wu Xiaojiu’s friend, after spending a day with him.”
Bo Suihan nodded and held out a hand.
“I’m also Wu Xiaojiu’s friend, Bo Suihan. The ‘cold’ in ‘Only after the pines and cypresses have withered do we know the cold.’ Just call me Bo Suihan.”
The name sounded familiar too.
The intern scratched the back of his head again.
He racked his brains, trying to remember where he had heard it before.
But after thinking for a long while and getting nowhere, he could only extend his right hand and shake Bo Suihan’s.
His face still stiff, he tightened his grip and said with a fake smile, “Comrade, let me remind you that keeping a young schoolboy is illegal.”
Bo Suihan was reaching out with his left hand to pinch Wu Xiaojiu’s collar. His hands had been icy cold from the drive over, and when he touched the back of the other man’s neck, Wu Xiaojiu immediately squirmed with laughter.
“I know. I’m not into that.”
Bo Suihan didn’t look up. He answered perfunctorily and kept reaching for the nape of Wu Xiaojiu’s neck.
“Knowingly breaking the law!”
Watching the two of them interact, the intern was so angry his back teeth were about to grind to dust. His fists clenched tight, and then he suddenly roared and charged forward, shoving Bo Suihan aside.
He flew at them like a cannonball.
Neither Bo Suihan nor Wu Xiaojiu had time to react.
Bo Suihan especially. He was shoved back several steps, and when he lifted his face again, he looked completely blank.
“Wu Xiaojiu, your friend doesn’t seem to like me.”
Bo Suihan lowered his gaze slightly, looked at his palm, and flexed his fingers once, feeling the lingering warmth there.
So that was how it was. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn’t stand beside Wu Xiaojiu. Even if the other man didn’t reject him, the people around him still hated someone like him, this gutter-dwelling maggot.
“Bro, what are you doing? My friend is usually pretty clean. Forget keeping a young schoolboy, he wouldn’t even keep a kept woman.”
Wu Xiaojiu was equally baffled and couldn’t figure out what had set the intern off.
“Don’t be afraid! And don’t cover for him either. What kind of friend is he? All righteousness on the outside, rotten underneath. A shameless hypocrite in fine clothes. At his age, he actually went and kept a pure young man for sex and messed with you. I know your family’s poor, so you had no choice but to submit to him, but you don’t have to anymore!”
The intern howled.
Then he grabbed both of Wu Xiaojiu’s shoulders, shook him up and down, and slapped his own chest.
“Because your Qiang is here!”
Wu Xiaojiu only then realized the intern had misunderstood.
He hurriedly pulled the other man’s hands down and was just about to explain when…
Suddenly, his waist tightened, his feet left the ground, and he was lifted clean off the floor.
Bo Suihan had somehow appeared in front of him. Under the night light, the hard lines of his face were impossible to read.
Only his arms, wrapped tightly around Wu Xiaojiu’s waist, and those cool, unreadable eyes, fixed silently on the intern.
“So what you’re saying is that I’m keeping Wu Xiaojiu? That I’m his sugar daddy?”
The intern bared his teeth and nodded.
Seeing the situation getting more and more chaotic, Wu Xiaojiu tried to get down and explain.
But Bo Suihan was too tall, and he himself was a little short. Held around the waist like that, he couldn’t get any leverage at all and could only keep flailing around.
He braced both hands against Bo Suihan’s elbows, trying again and again to wriggle free.
“Hold on, let me hear this first. Why is it that after not seeing me for a while, I’ve become the bastard and you’ve become the kept canary?”
Bo Suihan spoke right by Wu Xiaojiu’s neck.
His voice was very soft, only a few broken words slipping out.
To the intern, it came out as, “…making a fuss… I’m an asshole… your canary.”
Damn it! He was still openly flirting with the college boy right in front of him!
He was courting death!
Wu Xiaojiu saw the intern gradually flush red with anger, then quietly pull handcuffs from his side and creep closer without a sound.
Thinking something was badly wrong, he hurriedly straightened up and stopped him.
“Don’t. Actually, I was the one who asked him to keep me. You know I’ve loved Ducati since I was little.”
Wang Qiang froze. The handcuffs gave a jingle and a clatter.
“I’ve had a dream since I was a kid. I imagined myself wearing boxers, bare-chested, riding a Ducati. But my family was too poor. My bank balance was zero. I had no choice. For my dream, for my family, I could only…”
For some reason, whenever Wu Xiaojiu said boxers, Ducati, and bank balance zero, it always sounded strangely natural, as if someone had really been born for those three things.
“How can you do this! You’re a college boy, the flower of Huaxia, a rising new hope! And your face is so good-looking, why do you have to hook up with a male sugar daddy! Doesn’t it hurt to look at the same thing every day?”
Wang Qiang was heartbroken.
Wu Xiaojiu was in tears.
“What I have today is all thanks to my sugar daddy. Can’t you tell? I actually had plastic surgery. Back then, for my family, I worked everywhere and wore myself down so badly I had deep tear troughs and layers of dark circles under my eyes. He spent 400,000 yuan helping me find cosmetic surgeons everywhere.”
Wang Qiang felt like the sky was collapsing. He grabbed both sides of his hair and sighed with feeling.
“Dad, I miss you, old man.”
Bo Suihan listened in complete confusion, and the sense of inferiority in his heart grew heavier.
Sure enough, only people with matching backgrounds had anything to talk about. He could only keep searching for their common ground and work hard to break through that barrier.
Watching Wu Xiaojiu and Wang Qiang go back and forth, especially with Wu Xiaojiu clearly talking more and more, Bo Suihan felt a little stifled. Without thinking, he tightened his arm, nearly squeezing Wu Xiaojiu in half.
“What are you doing? I’m a living thing. Let go, let go.”
Wu Xiaojiu was squeezed until he coughed several times. He struggled left and right, refusing to be held anymore no matter what.
Bo Suihan could only lower his eyes, hide the disappointment in them, and set him down on the ground.
[Long Aotian’s Affection Points are a little strange. Why have they stayed at 90 the whole time, neither going up nor going down? Logically speaking, someone’s feelings should fluctuate, right?]
The System reminded him in his mind.
Wu Xiaojiu moved his body a bit and answered at the same time.
[90 is already very high. I’ve been trying really hard to win him over. Why don’t you ask Long Aotian why his Affection Points aren’t going up? This is how I’ve been doing it all these years. Has he been trying to like me?]
Wu Xiaojiu even puffed out his chest and straightened his back.
He was no longer the Wu Xiaojiu who had been saying, no, no, no, I hate you, over and over.
He had turned over a new leaf and become a new person!
“Forget it. You’re a good person, and I take you as a friend. Since you’re willing to do this, I’ll turn a blind eye. Let’s not stay by the window anymore. Go check the graves and see whether anyone needs tending.”
Wang Qiang pouted, his expression a little awkward.
The other two naturally had no objections, and the patrol cart buzzed its way back.
On the way, Wang Qiang drove in front.
Wu Xiaojiu and Bo Suihan sat in the back. What happened tonight was indeed bizarre, and since Wu Xiaojiu had nothing else to do, he animatedly told Bo Suihan about the Old Softshell Turtle Wedding.