Chapter 51: Exclusive to Jinjiang 2/2

Even more frustrating was when Song Fuzhi recalled how many nights were spent during his single days…

Song Fuzhi suddenly let out a suppressed groan.

Too unbearable; this was too damn unbearable.

Burying his head, Song Fuzhi didn’t know what he was recalling, and the back of his ears and neck turned red.

So, this was how Teacher Zhang’s chest muscles felt, and this was how gently he kissed. This is how hot he was.

Ah, ah, ah!

Suddenly, Song Fuzhi felt he couldn’t face his husband anymore. He was afraid that the first thing he would say to him tonight wouldn’t be “You’re back,” but “Teacher Zhang, can I have your autograph?”

In this short hour, Song Fuzhi seemed to have relived his life.

He didn’t even know how he left Shi Zhang’s house. Even the purple sunset in the sky looked like a dream.

When he came to his senses, Song Fuzhi was already driving towards Shi Zhang’s university.

According to his usual routine, he should have gone straight home, cooked some food, read some books, and waited for Shi Zhang to come back.

Honestly, Song Fuzhi now has a strange sense of avoidance. He could kiss and make love to Shi Zhang, but he couldn’t bring himself to greet Teacher Zhang.

If he could knock him unconscious before the bird-feeding and erase this memory, he could still live a normal life with Shi Zhang.

These two conflicting thoughts clashed within Song Fuzhi. On one hand, he wanted to see Shi Zhang as soon as possible, but on the other hand, he hoped he wouldn’t have to face this absurd truth.

However, against his will, Song Fuzhi continued to drive steadily towards Shi Zhang’s school.

During the journey, Song Fuzhi passed by a gift shop and acted faster than he could think. He pulled over to the side of the road.

He happened to stop in front of a flower shop. Thinking that Shi Zhang always bought him flowers, he should return the favor.

holding flowers to pick up Teacher Zhang after work. My goodness, who could imagine such a scenario?

In the past two hours, Song Fuzhi truly hadn’t expected this.

A university couple, holding hands, walked out of the flower shop, then went into the next store.

Song Fuzhi heard them say, “The figures we ordered last time should be in by now.”

Looking over, he found that the flower shop was next to an anime merchandise store, selling blind boxes and other small gifts.

Song Fuzhi hesitated for a while, standing between the two stores, and eventually went into the merchandise store.

Ten minutes later, Song Fuzhi walked out of the store, holding a blind box featuring a collaboration between the store and an anime.

Inside was a small figure, and Song Fuzhi had seen the samples—it looked pretty good.

Shi Zhang should like this anime, and he should like this gift because he cosplayed two characters from it.

It would be even better if he could get the two characters he had cosplayed.

Song Fuzhi continued on his journey, and the closer he got to Shi Zhang’s school, the faster his heart raced.

He had no plan for what to say or do when he met Shi Zhang. His mind was blank, and he couldn’t come up with any plans. He was ready to improvise.

The university had an open campus with a parking lot inside.

When he lined up to enter the gate, Song Fuzhi’s gaze lingered on the car in front of him for a while.

A solid luxury car, shining brightly, a very high-end brand that couldn’t be bought for less than several million.

Curious about which university teacher could be so wealthy, Song Fuzhi looked at it for a bit longer, thinking it was probably a professor from the business school.

However, the car door opened, and two men in black suits came out, lifting a wheelchair from the spacious trunk.

After a while, the man in the suit bent down and helped an elderly person out of the car.

The elderly man’s back was slightly hunched, but he exuded a strong presence—unmistakably someone with authority.

Song Fuzhi had other things occupying his mind, so he didn’t pay much attention to what was happening near the luxury car.

However, just as he was about to get out of the car and wait, Song Fuzhi received a text message from Shi Zhang.

Shi Zhang said: “There’s still something to do at the school. Mr. Song, go home early; there’s no need to wait for me for dinner.”

Song Fuzhi hesitated for a moment, then replied with a simple “Okay.”

But he didn’t leave. He decided to grab a bite at the university canteen and then wait for Shi Zhang to finish his work and take him home.

Song Fuzhi picked up the delicate blind box, looking at the exquisite packaging, and a slight smile formed on his lips.

Giving a surprise to his husband at the school gate—who wouldn’t want to?

He placed the blind box in the car drawer, started the car, and was about to get out when he suddenly froze.

He saw Shi Zhang coming out of the building, expressionless, and walking straight towards the nearby luxury car.

It was a bit far, and details were hard to make out.

However, based on their long understanding and Song Fuzhi’s knowledge of Shi Zhang, he had never seen such a gloomy expression on Shi Zhang’s face.

Song Fuzhi felt his heart being squeezed. He thought of Shi Zhang waking up in the middle of the night to smoke and the gentle appearance he put on the next morning as if nothing happened.

The bodyguards stood on both sides of the old man, but Shi Zhang stood straight, his chin slightly raised, with a deep frown.

The suited bodyguard gestured towards the car, but Shi Zhang said something, apparently refusing. He quickly turned around, looking like he wanted to go back upstairs.

The old man suddenly got a bit excited and stood up from the wheelchair. The nearby bodyguards immediately stepped forward to support him.

He shouted something loudly, and Shi Zhang paused, frowning and turning back.

Both sides stood still for a long time. Shi Zhang coldly said something, and the old man finally sat back in the wheelchair.

Shi Zhang turned and walked towards the building, the suited bodyguard pushing the wheelchair and following behind.

They quickly disappeared inside the building.

The luxury car slowly started and parked in the nearest parking space.

Song Fuzhi sat in the car, silently watching everything for a long time without moving.

After a while, he opened the drawer in the car and took out the beautiful anime blind box. Holding it in his hand, he looked down at the cool anime character printed on top.

Song Fuzhi still remembered how Teacher Zhang’s expression was so proud and stylish when he cosplayed this character.