The car has been quiet for a while.
Gu Jiaming touched the top of his head and pulled out a few strands of hair.
Gu Jiaming forced a laugh, “You’re not joking with me, right?”
Mu Ye: “Hmm.”
Gu Jiaming: “…”
Gu Jiaming’s pupils trembled, “Are you dating the sponsor?”
He sent a few kiss and hug emojis to Xiaomidi, and Mu Ye smiled, “Sort of.”
“?” Gu Jiaming looked puzzled, “What do you mean by ‘sort of’?”
“It means,” Mu Ye paused, “mutual affection?”
“…”
Gu Jiaming raised his eyebrows slowly, “Did Song Jianchu confess to you?”
“Not yet.” Mu Ye replied casually, “Verbal expressions don’t matter, as long as I know.”
Gu Jiaming “…”
Even though he had known Mu Ye for almost ten years, Gu Jiaming was still shocked.
How could there be such shameless and narcissistic person in the world?
“No,” Gu Jiaming chuckled, “No one has confessed to you, and yet you are so sure that you both have mutual affection? You should have some dignity. I think it’s just your wishful thinking.”
Mu Ye also laughed, “If he doesn’t like me, why does he support me?”
“Have you looked in the mirror? Don’t you know what you look like?” Gu Jiaming was surprised, “Someone who wants your body can’t let go of it even if they circle the earth ten times.”
Mu Ye fell silent for a moment, “He’s my little fanboy.”
Gu Jiaming agreed, “That’s admiration, it’s different from liking someone.”
Mu Ye: “…”
He wanted to refute with some evidence, but Mu Ye recalled that his little fanboy had never expressed any particular fondness for him.
The only somewhat subtle expression was the subscription renewal.
Mu Ye’s expression froze as he looked at the chat records on his phone, lost in thought.
“I’m not against you being in a relationship, after all, you’re the boss, and it’s up to you to decide on important matters,” Gu Jiaming said jokingly, “But don’t delude yourself. In the end, it might just be a fling for him, and it’ll be hard for you.”
Mu Ye frowned slightly.
Mu Ye didn’t believe that his little fanboy didn’t like him at all. Anyone could sense that.
But indeed, there was no concrete evidence.
“By the way, why did you agree to be supported by him in the first place?” Gu Jiaming had been curious for a long time, “I know it’s not for the money. If it were for money, how many opportunities did you miss during your rookie days? We have this kind of relationship, so just tell me the truth.”
Mu Ye slowly lowered his gaze.
At first, he thought it was interesting and wanted to play a game of being supported by a little kid. But then he realized he had become too deeply immersed.
He wanted to treat the little fanboy well, wanted to have him by his side all the time, and felt a strong urge if they were apart for more than ten minutes.
He wanted to hug, kiss, and touch him, even more than he wanted to pet cats.
Seeing that Mu Ye couldn’t give an answer, Gu Jiaming asked in a different way, “If someone else offered to support you, gave you a billion every day, and was also your fanboy, would you agree?”
Without hesitation, Mu Ye furrowed his brows, “Impossible.”
Gu Jiaming chuckled, “Don’t even think about it. It’s clear that you, this picky fox, locked onto that young and fresh meat at first sight. You were attracted by his looks.”
Mu Ye laughed, “Me?”
Gu Jiaming laughed and remained silent, shook his head, and turned away.
Mu Ye was stunned for a while, then shifted his gaze to the night scenery outside the car window.
As he absentmindedly watched the streetlights flickering by for a few minutes, the moment when a guy’s hat was blown off on a rooftop suddenly flashed vividly in his mind.
Mu Ye raised an eyebrow.
Attraction at first sight?
He lazily propped his face up with his hand and smiled silently.
One lie required countless more lies to cover up.
Song Jianchu bought some cold medicine and returned home. He sat on the couch, covering his face, reflecting on himself for a long time.
The words had already been spoken, and he could only pretend to have a cold.
But he didn’t really need to pretend.
He had been startled earlier, and his mind was too tense. Now he actually felt a bit unwell.
After replying to Mu Ye’s message, Song Jianchu took the medicine. He went to bed, covered himself with a blanket, and prepared to sleep early.
He had just closed his eyes for a short while when he heard the melody of the fingerprint lock opening. He closed his eyes tightly and slowed his breathing.
“Chu Chu.”
Mu Ye walked into the bedroom and saw his little fanboy lying on his side with his back turned, as if asleep. He walked over with light steps and gently touched the guy’s forehead to check his temperature. It was indeed slightly elevated.
Mu Ye sat down by the bed and asked softly, “Did you take your medicine?”
Song Jianchu opened his eyes. “I took it.”
Mu Ye examined his complexion with concern. “Should I take you to get an IV drip? I can accompany you to the hospital.”
“No need.” Song Jianchu immediately said, “Taking the medicine and getting some rest will be enough.”
“Are you afraid of injections?” Mu Ye asked.
Song Jianchu gritted his teeth. “Um…”
He hadn’t told many lies in his life, so Song Jianchu tried his best to appear normal, but he was inexplicably nervous.
Fortunately, Mu Ye didn’t continue to ask. He touched Song Jianchu’s face and looked very gentle. “Go to sleep, I’ll go take a shower.”
“Okay.”
To avoid disturbing the patient, Mu Ye went to the bathroom outside the bedroom to take a shower. After closing the door, Song Jianchu breathed a sigh of relief.
He stared in the direction of the door, feeling that Mu Ye’s mood didn’t seem to be very good today.
After spending a long time together, even though Mu Ye was usually gentle and smiling, Song Jianchu could still discern his emotions.
Was he worried about him?
Song Jianchu bit his lip and frustratedly messed up his hair. He regretted saying that he had a cold. He could have come up with another excuse, but he had been too flustered at that time.
After a while, Mu Ye changed into his home clothes and returned to the bedside, holding a box of strawberry milk in his hand.
Seeing that Song Jianchu was awake, Mu Ye helped him sit up and inserted a straw into the milk before handing it to him. “Drink it before going back to sleep.”
Song Jianchu took the straw and observed Mu Ye’s expression.
Mu Ye couldn’t help but laugh under his intense gaze. “Why are you staring at me like that? Am I that good-looking?”
Song Jianchu hesitated for a moment.
Based on his understanding of this person now, Mu Ye did have a bit of narcissism. If he praised him now, Mu Ye would probably be in a better mood.
Song Jianchu earnestly replied, “Um.”
Just as he thought.
Upon hearing his affirmative answer, the man squinted his eyes slightly, and a smile appeared on his face, showing a hint of genuine delight. “So, Chu Chu is also obsessed with appearances.”
Song Jianchu couldn’t continue the conversation.
He could only focus on drinking his milk.
Mu Ye looked at him for a few seconds and suddenly said, “It has been a month.”
Song Jianchu raised his eyes in confusion. “?”
“The agreement has two more months left,” Mu Ye casually asked, seemingly without intention, “Last time you mentioned wanting to renew it, have you made up your mind?”
Being asked about this matter suddenly, Song Jianchu was a bit dazed.
He let go of the straw in his mouth, lowered his eyes, and thought for a moment before answering truthfully, “Not yet.”
“Do you need that much time to consider?” Mu Ye smiled and asked, “Don’t you like being with me?”
“It’s not that.” Song Jianchu paused and said, “It’s my own issue.”
“What issue?” Mu Ye raised an eyebrow.
Song Jianchu stared blankly at Mu Ye, avoided eye contact, and said softly, “I want to sleep.”
Mu Ye looked at the person whose gaze was evading him and didn’t continue to inquire.
Song Jianchu lay down and closed his eyes.
Mu Ye helped him tuck in the blanket, kissed his forehead, and whispered, “Go to sleep. I’ll be outside. If you feel uncomfortable, just let me know. I’ll come back and accompany you.”
Song Jianchu closed his eyes again and waited for a while.
Unexpectedly, Mu Ye didn’t kiss his lips or hold him.
Song Jianchu was a little surprised and couldn’t help but open his eyes again. “…Oh.”
Mu Ye stood up, smiled at him, and gently closed the bedroom door as he left.
Song Jianchu kept his gaze fixed for a long time.
Sensing a great deal of regret in his heart, Song Jianchu was startled by his own thoughts.
What was wrong with him? Had he also been infected with a thirst for affection?
He lightly pursed his lips, lifted the blanket to cover his face, and tried to lull himself to sleep.
After closing the door, Mu Ye stood outside the bedroom door for two minutes, holding his phone and a cigarette case as he went to the terrace.
Leaning against the railing, Mu Ye lit a cigarette and held it between his fingers. He opened WeChat and created a new group chat with four people.
[MY: @WhiteLord @PeiShiNian @Lu]
Suddenly being pulled into a new group, the three of them didn’t know what was going on.
[Pei Shinian: ?]
[Pei Shinian: Why create another small group? Where’s Jianchu?]
[Bai Xingyu: You’re fawning over the leader every day, and now you’re the one leading the exclusion. Truly worthy of you.👍]
[Lu: .]
[MY: I have something to ask.]
[Pei Shinian: Can’t you let Jianchu know about it?]
[MY: @Lu, when you and Bai Xingyu were dating, who confessed first?]
[Lu: ?]
[Bai Xingyu: Of course, it was him.]
[Bai Xingyu: He relentlessly pursued me. How could I possibly take the initiative to chase after a dog?]
[Lu: Heh.]
[Pei Shinian: Brother Ye, did you create this group just to ask that???]
[MY: I remember when you guys got together, Bai Xingyu was also eighteen, right?]
[Pei Shinian: Brother, why did you use “also”? 🤔]
[MY: @Lu, how did you pursue Bai Xingyu back then?]
[Lu: …]
[Bai Xingyu: I don’t have time to chat with you. If there’s nothing important, I’m leaving.🤦♂️]
[MY: @Lu, come over when you’re free and take whatever you want from my liquor cabinet.]
[Lu: Bring it home, and we’ll have it directly.]
[Pei Shinian: !!! Brother Lu, you were that bold back then? Weren’t you beaten up?]
[MY: [Thinking.jpg]]
[Bai Xingyu left the group chat]
Lu Shen also didn’t reply again.
Only two people remained in the group, and Pei Shinian pondered over a few questions from his brother, feeling something was off.
[Pei Shinian: Brother Ye, don’t you already have a partner? Why are you asking about how to pursue someone?]
[MY: Your sister-in-law doesn’t love me. 😢]
[MY: I have to pursue.]
Pei Shinian stared at his phone, looking puzzled.
[Pei Shinian: Ah, this…]
[Pei Shinian: But, aren’t you already together?]
[MY: It’s all temporary. If I want a long-term relationship, I have to figure something out. 💔]
Pei Shinian was even more confused.
If they were already together, how could it be temporary? What was going on?
[Pei Shinian: Oh…】
[Pei Shinian: Brother Ye, don’t be too sad. Can I help you with anything?]
[MY: Just chat with me. I can’t sleep. 😢]
[Pei Shinian: [Patting.jpg]]
Pei Shinian rarely had the opportunity to have heart-to-heart conversations with Mu Ye.
Mu Ye seldom talked about his personal matters and mostly listened to his troubles and offered advice. He was a reliable older brother.
Pei Shinian thought to himself that his brother must be really upset. After finally falling in love, he ended up loving someone who didn’t love him back.
How could there be a girl who didn’t like his amazing brother?
Pei Shinian didn’t have much experience in relationships, so he couldn’t offer much advice. All he could do was be there for his brother during his most difficult times.
He closed the game on his computer and was about to try to comfort him.
Suddenly, the group chat was flooded with a string of new messages.
[MY: But he bought me a guitar. 😢]
[MY: And he hugs me. 😢]
[MY: He kisses me every day. 😢]
[MY: He doesn’t mind when I don’t shower and cuddles with me. 😢]
[MY: Xiao Pei, do you really think he doesn’t like me? 😢]
[MY: I don’t believe it. 😢]
[Pei Shinian left the group chat]
Lol poor Mu Ye 🤭
now i’m curious with the side couple’s relationship fr