Chapter 92: I Hate You, But My Love for You Is Stronger

Shen Jixing only found out near the end of the birthday banquet.

Bo Yu’s wheelchair was locked, and a group of bodyguards circled around, unsure how to open it, since this was always Mu Si’s job—

“Sir, please don’t worry. Maybe I can call Mr. Mu and ask…”

The autumn night wind was chilling.

Bo Yu, with just a thin suit jacket draped over him, spoke with a cold, detached tone. “Who do you think locked it?”

The bodyguard froze. “Huh?”

Right. The gentleman couldn’t possibly lock his own wheelchair while doing a handstand, so the only person who could was Mu Si.

But Mu Si was always the most capable among the bodyguards.

He meant that they might not be able to catch Mu Si.

“Perhaps we should carry you back first, sir?”

Bo Yu closed his eyes against the cold and said flatly, “No need. I’ll just fly back myself.”

In the end, the bodyguards flusteredly carried him away.

Shen Jixing, after hearing this, was speechless.

That young man truly was…

Maybe because Shen Jixing had helped him, he knew Bo Yu would come today, so he blocked him at the door, letting everyone enjoy the banquet without worry.

After a moment of silence, Shen Jixing said to Fu Chen, “If you ever lack a bodyguard, you can use him. Bo Yu’s influence can’t reach you here.”

He had experienced days of displacement himself.

Even for adults, it wasn’t easy. Bo Yu would do anything to stop them, never giving them a chance to break free.

Bo Yu was an extreme control freak.

Shen Jixing had realized this early on, which was why the idea of leaving took root in his mind.

Fu Chen was about to nod. “Alright—”

“What bodyguard?” Sheng Que, tipsy and swaying with a wine glass, came over and leaned against Fu Chen’s shoulder. “Is little uncle in danger? Then let me protect you, little uncle…”

Fu Chen frowned slightly and rebuked, “Sheng Que, mind your manners.”

Sheng Que shuddered reflexively at those words.

Every time he made a mistake, this man would say those same words.

Manners, manners.

But today was Sheng Que’s birthday, and he wouldn’t tolerate even the slightest reprimand. His eyes, clouded with drunkenness, flared. “Always with the manners. This is my family’s custom, not yours. Can’t you stop?”

Shen Jixing paused mid-sip.

His gaze involuntarily fell on Fu Chen, whose expression remained as composed and cool as ever, unchanged.

“Little uncle seems about to shatter…”

Another slightly tipsy voice leaned against his face.

Shen Jixing lowered his eyes and met a pair of slightly reddened, disdainful long eyes.

Were these two out of their minds?

Zhou Yili and Sheng Que both had high tolerances, so it was rare to see them so drunk at the same time.

“Wait, little uncle—”

“Yes, I was interfering where I shouldn’t.” Fu Chen placed his champagne glass and a velvet box on the table, then walked out of the banquet hall without looking back.

Sheng Que stared blankly, as if realizing he’d made a mistake.

He reached out for the velvet box, but after a couple of failed attempts, Shen Jixing handed it to him, allowing him to open it himself.

Inside was the key to the latest sports car model.

“Little uncle knows how to pick a sports car?” Zhou Yili squinted suspiciously.

Fu Chen was the archetypal CEO, exuding integrity from head to toe. Having him pick out a sports car was like asking him to choose a bow tie.

“Big nephew, did you make little uncle leave in anger?” Another slightly drunk man hurried over.

It was Sheng Que’s second uncle.

“Hurry up and get him back! With how large our Sheng family is, aside from your parents, the rest of us are just a bunch of academic failures. Who will manage this vast estate in the future???”

The Sheng family never had issues with inheritance disputes.

What they lacked was a scholarly prodigy to manage the family business so the rest could live as slackers in peace.

Fu Chen, trained by Madam Sheng before her passing, had truly saved them from disaster.

Shen Jixing remarked, “Now I finally understand why Fu Chen is so busy every day.”

He had to manage two companies at once.

Fu Chen’s principles kept him from taking over the Sheng family, so he started his own company, but he also had to train Sheng Que to inherit the family business. Failing that, he could only juggle both, stretched thin.

Sheng Que held the car keys and belatedly exclaimed, “Oh.”

“I’ll go coax little uncle…”

Shen Jixing reminded him, “The door’s behind you.”

Sheng Que oh’ed again, spun around, and staggered off.

Shen Jixing doubted he’d find the right person.

As he considered whether to go check, someone buried their head against his neck and muttered, “I want one too.”

“What do you want?”

“A sports car.”

Zhou Yili didn’t actually want a sports car; he just wanted someone like Shen Jixing to pick one out for him.

“I only have two hundred yuan. At best, I can get you a toy car.”

“…”

Zhou Yili lifted his narrow, slightly flushed eyes, staring at him blankly.

Shen Jixing thought he looked adorably dazed when drunk.

“So pitiful.”

Zhou Yili gazed at him in disbelief. This young master probably had never known what it was like to have only two hundred yuan on hand. “Then your reward is to kiss me.”

Now that the banquet had scattered, there was barely anyone left in the hall.

Finding him too cute, Shen Jixing pecked his cheek lightly. “I’ll buy you a toy car later.”

Even the two hundred yuan in his pocket wanted to curse him for being such a tyrant.

Zhou Yili’s eyes glistened as he looked at him, his cheeks inexplicably red. Then he dug through his pockets, pulling out several bank cards and his phone.

He handed everything to Shen Jixing.

“Use my money, buy a real one for me.”

Shen Jixing found this funny. “Use your money to buy you a gift?”

Zhou Yili nodded, resting his chin on Shen Jixing’s collarbone. “I have lots of money. I planned on giving it to you a long time ago. I was afraid you’d be bullied if you had none.”

Shen Jixing was stunned. “Who would bully me?”

“My agents.”

It was the day he woke up on the sofa, the day Shen Jixing had trouble.

Zhou Yili had thought about it over and over, and decided to go see him—even if it was just to witness his misfortune, he wanted to be there.

Somehow, it turned into fighting over money.

As long as Shen Jixing had none, he was forced to stay at Zhou Yili’s place.

When drunk, Zhou Yili seemed to lose all his usual reserve and pride, able to say anything.

Shen Jixing looked at him with great interest. “So, you never disliked me from the start?”

“I did dislike you.” Zhou Yili rubbed him with his tousled hair, his lips brushing lightly against Shen Jixing’s collarbone. “But that can’t compare to how much I love you.”

He still remembered vividly.

The night Shen Jixing sought him out, he’d been too excited to sleep the whole night.

The person above him sighed softly, then lifted his chin and kissed him of his own accord.

Zhou Yili saw his long, thick lashes flutter down, inky and delicate as they brushed across.

He parted his lips, just about to respond—

The banquet hall door burst open with a bang.

Shen Jixing, startled by instinct, pulled Zhou Yili behind him.

A tall figure stood unsteadily at the doorway, and after turning around a full circle, managed to say, “Little uncle, did I find you…?”

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Too late, ahhhhh, kneeling! Shameless Xiao Jiao wants to ask for some free gifts at the start of the new month—if you can, please give me one~