Chapter 111: Fu Chen’s Routine, Work, and Catching the Little Rascal

The woman’s voice was as gentle as water, pulling Fu Chen’s thoughts back from the overturned car.

Shen Jixing had not replied. He was probably asleep.

No matter. A single night’s sleep could wake to a collapsed sky.

If one insisted on hiding something, in truth it could not be hidden.

“Do you usually stay this busy even when you’re eating?” The woman studied his focused, cool expression, and found she did not dislike it much.

A man this outstanding looked handsome no matter what he did.

Fu Chen answered calmly, “It depends on urgency.”

“And the most important calls are...?”

Before coming, the woman had made a special effort to learn what Fu Chen liked.

A self-made rich man, with neither father nor mother, and a romantic history so blank he could almost be called the ideal catch in the matchmaking market. As long as he was a normal person, she would have married him.

“For Xiaoque.”

The woman froze. “Xiaoque is...?”

Fu Chen nearly answered as the words reached his lips, then changed his phrasing.

“My younger brother.”

The woman’s expression eased somewhat. “Oh, your younger brother. That’s nice.”

She smiled and agreed, and then Xiaoque’s nightmare began.

“What do you like doing most?”

“Working. Catching Xiaoque.”

Fu Chen was handsome, his expression indifferent and cool. His tone was equally calm. “He’s always causing trouble, always making a mess, and if I’m not careful I end up cleaning up after him, so I have to keep a close eye on him.”

The woman nodded as if it made perfect sense.

She thought to herself that they had been sitting face-to-face for half an hour, and she had never heard him speak this much before.

His voice was really pleasant. She could endure a little longer.

“I hear your work is usually very busy. When you have time off, do you go to places for entertainment?”

“Sometimes. If Xiaoque wants to go, I’ll reluctantly keep him company.”

The woman’s lips stiffened as she thought, He’ll even accompany his younger brother out to play. What a responsible older brother.

I’m crazy in love; I can still endure a little longer.

“Do you have any dietary restrictions?”

Fu Chen had a cool temperament, but he was at least willing to answer every question.

“I’m allergic to seafood.”

This time there was no Xiaoque, and the woman relaxed.

“We can have dinner together again next time. Do you have any preferred restaurants?”

Fu Chen casually named several.

The woman listened with a smile, then gradually felt that something was off.

“Aren’t those restaurants all seafood places? You can’t eat it, so why would you still go—”

In that instant, as if struck by lightning, the woman looked at the shape of his lips and already knew the answer.

“Xiaoque likes it.”

The last polite and refined blind date came to an end.

The woman cheerfully scanned Fu Chen’s WeChat, then deleted it on the spot. “Very nice, very nice. Mr. Fu, I strongly suggest you just marry Xiaoque directly. See you next life.”

Fu Chen’s brow lifted slightly.

After the woman left, he sat in the cafe, slowly sipping his coffee, then let out an amused, helpless laugh.

In truth, he had never planned to go on blind dates.

That day, he had been meeting a female client around his own age, only to be secretly spied on and caught in the act by Sheng Que.

“When I grow up, I’ll give you a home.”

Who could have guessed that beneath a line warm enough to melt winter lay three days and ten blind dates.

“Fu Chen!!!”

The cafe door was shoved open in a rush, and Sheng Que stormed in angrily.

At that name, Fu Chen’s gaze lifted.

Sheng Que’s momentum immediately deflated by more than half. Frowning, he asked, “Who is Xiaoque? Why did that sister say you were going to marry Xiaoque? Do you already have someone you want to marry so soon?”

By rights, Sheng Que should have been happy.

But for some reason, now that things were going so smoothly, he felt a strange heaviness in his chest.

Fu Chen was really going to marry another girl.

“It won’t happen.”

Sheng Que looked at him and muttered, “Why not?”

Fu Chen’s lowered brow carried no real emotion. “Xiaoque wouldn’t agree.”

Moonlight spilled across the cafe outside the windows. Sheng Que could clearly see a trace of something else on that cool, indifferent face.

Something like loving without being able to obtain.

Could someone as outstanding as Fu Chen also love without being able to have?

“Why wouldn’t Xiaoque agree?” Sheng Que’s simple mind was instantly overwritten by the words ungrateful and unreasonable. “You’re a young entrepreneur worth hundreds of millions, smart and rich and handsome. After marrying you, she wouldn’t have to worry about anything at all...”

His chattering voice fluttered on in the night.

In Fu Chen’s mind flashed an almost identical scene from childhood, when Sheng Que had also circled around him like this.

“Brother, Brother, can’t you really be my brother?”

“They all bully me. Look at my injuries...”

Fu Chen had originally paid him little mind, but upon hearing that he was hurt, he almost immediately lowered his eyes to Sheng Que’s hand.

Fu Chen squinted for a full thirty seconds before finally spotting a faint red cut.

“Did you see it?”

“I saw it. If you’d been two seconds later, it would have healed.”

“...”

Fu Chen had always understood why Shen Jixing liked Zhou Yili.

People like Zhou Yili and Sheng Que, shining all over, were born with a kind of magnetism.

Shen Jixing had once said, “Actually, you’re luckier than I am. It’s hard enough for me to see him even once.”

Such unguarded words of affection were heard only by Fu Chen.

Shen Jixing would never even say them to Zhou Yili.

Fu Chen had only smiled. “A kind of luck that can’t be spoken aloud?”

Tonight in the cafe, listening to him endlessly boast about how good he was, how outstanding, Fu Chen unexpectedly developed the thought of simply giving up and letting order collapse completely.

“Because Xiaoque is you.”

The boy across from him stopped mid-sentence.

He stared blankly at Fu Chen. The soft chestnut hair at his temples was blown up by the wind, and even the little mole beneath his eye looked dazed and adorably vacant.

Fu Chen’s mood was, unexpectedly, very calm.

“So. Are we still getting married?”