The Real Young Master

The relatives left not too happily, and before leaving, Qin Yuanshen gave Qin Chaochen a card with a sense of relief. “The password is six 6s.”

Qin Chaochen: “Double-click 666.”

Qin Chaochen didn’t have much attachment to his brother. They had lived together for over ten years, and when Qin Chaochen was still eighteen, Qin Yuanshen was quite nice, pampering him and taking him everywhere, showing off his handsome younger brother. As a result, Qin Chaochen had good relationships with the second-generation kids in their circle from a young age, and he even got along well with the brothers of family heirs. But Qin Chaochen was stubborn; he only ever called Qin Yuanshen “big brother” and didn’t acknowledge others who wanted to be his godbrother. For a while, Qin Yuanshen was deeply moved.

Now that his brother had started a family, he was no longer the treasure in his palm.

“We still have to go to the Fu Family for dinner tomorrow night, I’m quite busy today.” Qin Chaochen sat on the sofa, and upon hearing this, Fu Quezhi closed his laptop and dealt with some follow-up matters for the day.

“Are you interested in going to see the sea?” Fu Quezhi took off his jacket and asked casually. He was actually feeling a bit warm and wanted to have a romantic moment alone with Qin Chaochen.

Qin Chaochen thought of the man he met on the beach and suddenly fell silent: “Forget it, I’ll just soak in the bathtub.”

Currently, Qin Chaochen couldn’t overcome his psychological shadow; it would take a week to heal before he could bounce back.

But in Fu Quezhi’s eyes, it wasn’t like that. Qin Chaochen was always resisting getting close to him, whether it was parent-child activities or regular interactions, Qin Chaochen always kept a proper distance from him.

This sense of separation made Fu Quezhi feel slightly disappointed.

A finger poked him.

Fu Quezhi quickly looked up.

When Fu Quezhi looked up, Qin Chaochen turned his eyes away, his ears turning red under his dark hair. He cleared his throat: “This is for you, for household expenses, the password is six 6s.”

There was a complex emotion in Fu Quezhi’s eyes.

“My brother is quite generous; there should be a lot of money.” Qin Chaochen struggled to continue: “You can spend it as you like, but don’t just focus on the household, your own happiness is the most important.”

He felt like his whole body was steaming, looking everywhere but at Fu Quezhi.

In his memory, Fu Quezhi was still very frugal, not spending money as freely as he did, and sometimes he could even see scars on him. But with their dog-like relationship, he only saw it once, yet it stuck in his mind.

He even sneaked some ointment into Fu Quezhi’s desk when their class went to PE.

Almost got thrown into the trash by that damned Fu Quezhi.

Qin Chaochen almost cried on the spot.

“Then I’ll keep it safe for now.” Fu Quezhi looked at the card, his fingers slowly brushed over Qin Chaochen’s hand and held the card.

Qin Chaochen got goosebumps all over.

He immediately stuffed the snacks meant for his little nephew on the coffee table into his mouth, eating them to calm his heart.

Fu Quezhi: “Do you feel uncomfortable when I get close to you?” The person beside him moved a bit closer, and Qin Chaochen sat up straight like a well-behaved student, his body stiff but trying to maintain his dignity.

Does this even need to be asked? Of course, he was just being stubborn: “Of course not.”

“How about now?” Fu Quezhi moved even closer, placing his hand on Qin Chaochen’s knee. The body under his palm grew even stiffer, and the hot breath came rushing in.

Qin Chaochen said: “It’s fine.”

What is Fu Quezhi doing, what does he want to do, Qin Chaochen’s eyes turned red. He resisted the urge to run away, wondering if he would be looked down upon if he fled now.

Fu Quezhi’s deep eyes looked at Qin Chaochen, and he reached out to touch the slightly red corners of Qin Chaochen’s eyes, his voice slightly hoarse: “Are you shy?”

“I’m not!” Qin Chaochen would never admit it, as a joke, being a 1, how could he: “…Ugh”

Fu Quezhi was somewhat pleased.

Fu Quezhi’s hand rested on Qin Chaochen’s waist, a sensitive spot for him.

Qin Chaochen’s eyes were still filled with confusion and embarrassment, tears lightly resting on his long eyelashes, wanting to speak but hesitating.

“Can I kiss you?”

Qin Chaochen looked up at Fu Quezhi, his lifelong rival, his mind dizzy, breathing erratic.

“I’m only eighteen.” Qin Chaochen blurted out.

Fu Quezhi found Qin Chaochen adorable, “You’re already an adult, you need to take on adult responsibilities.”

“As long as I have no morals, responsibility can’t catch up with me.” Qin Chaochen’s dizzy mind suddenly sparked with a gene engraved in his DNA.

Fu Quezhi: “…”

Fu Quezhi gritted his teeth: “Qin Chaochen, you need to fulfill your marital duties.”

Qin Chaochen felt wronged: “You said you’d give me time to adjust.”

“A day is enough.” Fu Quezhi teased: “And the one who said that yesterday was yesterday’s Fu Quezhi, not today’s Fu Quezhi.”

Qin Chaochen: “…”

“I think your logic is flawed.” Qin Chaochen boldly pointed out Fu Quezhi’s mistake.

Fu Quezhi: “Objection overruled.”

Qin Chaochen pushed away Fu Quezhi’s hand from his abs, tears welling up in his eyes: “Then don’t think about touching my eight-pack abs, you can’t touch them.”

*

In the evening, the two of them took a car to the Fu Family for dinner. Qin Chaochen sat listlessly on the road with his cast, but as soon as he got out of the car, he suddenly came alive.

“My house is right next to yours.” Qin Chaochen tiptoed to peek at the Qin Family villa.

He happened to meet the gaze of the old butler of the Qin Family, and Qin Chaochen beamed brightly, shouting loudly: “Butler!!!”

Fu Quezhi followed Qin Chaochen’s gaze to the old butler and nodded politely, with a hint of respect.

The old butler shouted back from a distance: “Young Master!!!”

As long as Qin Chaochen was around, it seemed like even the air was filled with happiness.

Walking into the Fu Family’s door, Qin Chaochen behaved a bit more. Fu Zhao had changed into casual clothes, and when he saw Qin Chaochen and Fu Quezhi, his smile deepened, and he put down the watering can: “You guys came so early.”

Qin Chaochen thought, of course, how could you not come early for a feast?

Qin Chaochen: “Because I wanted to see the other house next door.”

Fu Zhao’s smile froze for a moment.

Fu Quezhi walked into the Fu Family feeling a bit down, and Qin Chaochen didn’t know how he knew, but he also knew that relatives visited at noon, and Fu Quezhi was in a watching-the-show mode. If he had sunflower seeds, he could watch the show while munching on them.

His heart started pounding, and he suddenly thought of a saying, love is an instinct, so his love for Fu Quezhi was engraved in his bones.

“Quezhi is here too, have a seat.” Fu Zhao said kindly.

Qin Chaochen: “If I knew Quezhi was coming, I would have come.”

Fu Zhao’s smile faded slightly: “I heard Young Master Qin lost his memory, but now he gets along so well with Quezhi, it’s really enviable.”

Fu Quezhi: “Our marital matters are none of your concern.”

“Quezhi, I know you’re still blaming me, blaming me for coming back and you becoming the fake young master, but you don’t have to be so aggressive.” Fu Zhao smiled gently: “Your company isn’t small, if you had the Fu Family’s support, it could reach new heights. Dad and Mom miss you. If you need anything, remember to tell us, we’ll definitely help you.”

Qin Chaochen felt uncomfortable listening to this. Why did he have to be so indirect and subtly hurtful? Did he think they were fools who couldn’t understand? Or did he think only he couldn’t understand?

“That’s my own business, it has nothing to do with you.” Fu Quezhi sneered and said no more.

Fu Quezhi’s attitude was much more direct.

“Fu Quezhi, what kind of attitude is that!!” Fu Father said sternly.

“???” Qin Chaochen didn’t understand. Weibo user “Evening Glow Gifts the Moon” organized this.

Qin Chaochen backed Fu Quezhi: “Quezhi’s attitude is my attitude.” His attitude today was “Fu Quezhi is always right.”

Fu Quezhi snorted, showing he appreciated it.

Fu Changtian’s aura was controlled, “Chaochen, hey, don’t spoil him too much.”

Qin Chaochen sighed: “Family tradition.”

Fu Changtian: “…”

Fu Zhao toned down a bit after Fu Changtian arrived. After Fu Quezhi’s identity was exposed, he quickly left the Fu Family, and Fu Zhao hadn’t even had time to do anything before Fu Quezhi and Qin Chaochen got together at lightning speed.

What the heck.

Fu Zhao was dumbfounded.

“We made ginseng today, eat more to nourish yourself.” Fu Changtian changed the subject: “Quezhi, go chat with your brother, don’t bring personal emotions into it.”

Fu Quezhi was cold as ice: “No need, I have nothing to talk about with Young Master Fu.”

Qin Chaochen frantically recalled the plot in the book, only remembering Fu Quezhi’s ending. In the years he knew him, Fu Quezhi wasn’t an unreasonable person.

“Uncle Fu, I want to go with Quezhi to see the garden.” Qin Chaochen held Fu Quezhi’s hand.

“Then you two go ahead, dinner will be ready soon.” Hearing “Uncle Fu,” Fu Changtian’s eyebrows twitched hard.

“Young Master Qin and Second Young Master are still very affectionate, they haven’t let go of each other’s hands.”

“Young Master Qin still protects Second Young Master as always.”

“No choice, they’ve been childhood sweethearts, this bond is unmatched by others.”

Fu Zhao’s gaze darkened as he looked at the two in the garden.

…

In fact, Qin Chaochen wanted to pull his hand back, but Fu Quezhi wouldn’t let go.

“Fu Quezhi, don’t push your luck, I warn you in the name of Qin Chaochen.” Qin Chaochen’s face turned red.

Fu Quezhi chuckled: “Then I refute in the name of Fu Quezhi.”

Qin Chaochen was furious: “You shameless!”

Fu Quezhi feigned innocence: “Can you have a cute and handsome husband if you have shame?”

Fu Quezhi chuckled softly, his lips curling up.

Qin Chaochen glared at Fu Quezhi, his mind buzzing, his face flushed red: “You’re lying.”

“Can I tell a lie?” Fu Quezhi looked at Qin Chaochen, his dark eyes filled with a hint of laughter: “I don’t really like you.”

Qin Chaochen was speechless, his face turning even redder, with a faint sense of shame and tears welling up, his eyes watery.

▍Author’s Note

Fu Quezhi: I really like you.