So Shy

Fu Changtian: “Do you like the food?”

“It’s delicious,” Qin Chaochen nodded politely. Even though he was a bit unhappy, he wouldn’t let that ruin his meal.

At the dining table, Qin Chaochen sat between Fu Quezhi on his left, who was calmly eating, and Fu Changtian on his right. Hearing Qin Chaochen’s response, Fu Changtian’s frown eased a bit, and a glint flashed in his eyes.

“Your big brother, Yuanshen, really surpasses the old generation. He’s even more impressive than us old folks,” Fu Changtian joked with a smile.

“My big brother is indeed very impressive,” Qin Chaochen agreed without refuting Fu Changtian’s words, which made Fu Changtian feel a bit choked up, but being a seasoned businessman, he quickly adjusted.

“I heard that the Qin family is eyeing a piece of land, but you don’t have a complete plan for real estate development. Since our families are one, perhaps you could let us have this opportunity,” Fu Changtian smiled kindly. “Of course, it’s not about taking advantage of you. We will show our gratitude and compensate the Qin family in the future.”

What a load of nonsense, painting a big picture for him. Did he think Qin Chaochen was a fool?

“Uncle Fu, I’ve lost my memory and don’t know much. As for the Qin family’s development, it doesn’t have much to do with me. If you want to talk business, you should speak with my big brother. After all, I’m just here for the meal.”

Fu Quezhi drank a bowl of soup, not giving any looks to Fu Zhao or Fu Changtian. Hearing Qin Chaochen’s words, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, but his heart sank a little.

The Fu family raised him for nineteen years. When he found out Fu Zhao was the real Fu family child, he left with nothing. But during his senior year, he had a tough time, having to work part-time to support himself.

Qin Chaochen also worked hard in his senior year and even persuaded Fu Quezhi to accept a valuable tutoring fee, which was precious to Fu Quezhi.

After marriage, the relationship between the Fu and Qin families became closer, and the Qin family gave the Fu family several profits, but the Fu family never brought any benefits to the Qin family.

The Fu family was too greedy. Fu Quezhi glanced at Fu Zhao, who sat between Fu Changtian and Ning Shan, but his position was subtly closer to Fu Changtian and farther from Ning Shan.

“Chaochen, we’re family. Talking to your brother isn’t a bad thing. Quezhi, you should speak up too. You can’t not help your own family,” Ning Shan, with her beautiful face, played the role of an elder perfectly.

“Sorry, Mrs. Fu, I’m grateful for your upbringing, but I’m not one of you. Whatever Fu Zhao did in his original home, the Bai family won’t hold it against him, but I still remember,” Fu Quezhi said coldly.

“What nonsense are you saying, child? Fu Zhao was young then, and you’ve lived in wealth in our home for so many years. You owe this to Fu Zhao!” Ning Shan said emotionally, suddenly clutching her heart and turning pale.

“Fu Quezhi! Mother has a heart condition. Please, for the sake of your upbringing, don’t upset her,” Fu Zhao quickly patted Ning Shan’s back, scolding Fu Quezhi.

“Quezhi, it’s all our fault. Our fault. You’re also our son. We shouldn’t have been biased, but Fu Zhao has suffered too much. We must compensate him,” Fu Changtian said with restrained emotions.

Fu Quezhi pressed his lips together, almost wanting to laugh.

He used to feel indebted to the Fu family, but after learning about that incident, his feelings became complicated.

“…My arm hurts! My hand! My hand is going to rot!” Qin Chaochen suddenly clutched his plastered hand. “I need to go to the hospital!”

Fu Quezhi immediately panicked, standing up to support Qin Chaochen. “We’ll go to the hospital right away, don’t be afraid.”

Without caring about the stunned expressions of the three at the table, he pulled Qin Chaochen away.

Qin Chaochen thought Fu Quezhi was a bit too panicked, even seeing him stumble a few steps. “Fu Quezhi…” he whispered, “I’m fine, I’m faking it.”

Fu Quezhi was half-skeptical but insisted on going to the hospital for peace of mind. “Let’s go to the hospital first.”

He helped Qin Chaochen into the passenger seat and leaned over to buckle his seatbelt.

“I’m really fine, just needed an excuse to leave the Fu family. I’m perfectly fine,” Qin Chaochen waved at Fu Quezhi.

Fu Quezhi, being cautious and a bit stubborn, said, “Let’s check it out.”

Qin Chaochen: “Alright, alright, don’t be scared.” This sentence was a bit random, and after saying it, Qin Chaochen closed his eyes. In the driver’s seat, Fu Quezhi’s tense muscles relaxed a bit, followed by a warm feeling inside.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch, doctor, please be gentle!” Qin Chaochen’s face scrunched up. The doctor said his arm was fine, but a re-adjustment would be beneficial. Qin Chaochen admitted he was a coward, having been afraid of pain since childhood. Fu Quezhi readily agreed.

They were indeed rivals.

Fu Quezhi wouldn’t feel sorry for him, Qin Chaochen thought with despair.

He had argued with the Fu family for Fu Quezhi, acting like a spoiled brat in front of the elders, a fool blinded by desire.

“I told you, don’t come to the hospital. The hospital is my nemesis,” Qin Chaochen said, carrying a bag full of medicine.

“High safety,” Fu Quezhi also had a bag of medicine.

“Do you have a stomach problem?” Qin Chaochen looked at Fu Quezhi eagerly. Fu Quezhi, having come to the hospital, bought some medicine for his nearly depleted stomach condition.

When he was young, Fu Quezhi was often unwell, but he got much better as he grew up. Now, this stomach problem appeared unexpectedly when he was eighteen.

Qin Chaochen thought guiltily, it’s not that he cared about Fu Quezhi, but they were neighbors and classmates, so it was normal to know.

“Had irregular meals for a while,” Fu Quezhi brushed it off lightly.

“Then you should eat well,” Qin Chaochen managed to say.

“Mm,” Fu Quezhi responded, “With you around, I can eat well.”

Qin Chaochen blushed, “You don’t seem like someone in their first love.” Qin Chaochen thought of a term, “More like a seasoned player.”

Fu Quezhi seriously considered, “Not really, just an ordinary married person in City A.”

“In the drawer, there’s some mint candy. If you feel uncomfortable, have one,” Fu Quezhi said and then quietly drove.

Qin Chaochen opened the car’s drawer and found mint candy. He shyly touched his burning ears. Fu Quezhi actually kept candy in the car. Is this what married people do? Qin Chaochen looked at the two layers in the drawer. He put a mint candy in his mouth, curious about what was in the second layer.

Should he take a look? Qin Chaochen was tempted.

Curiously, he opened the second drawer, and his face immediately turned red, his fingertips feeling like they were burned. Why was there a condom in the car?

Qin Chaochen sneakily put the drawer back in place, his neck turning red, his face flushed.

The car stopped.

Fu Quezhi: “What flavor do you like?” Fu Quezhi repeated, “What flavor do you like now that you’re eighteen?”