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HOYSE CHAPTER 92
Chapter 92 — Redemption
Why is Rong Jing looking at me like that? My heart is about to give out.
Has he finally realized that I am actually pretty handsome?
From Wu Hanqi’s side of the call, the phone screen was pitch-black. Rong Jing signaled for Wu Fuyu to keep quiet about his presence. With his idol practically under him, Wu Fuyu had zero interest in chatting with his father. He yawned into the receiver, pretended to be sleepy, and hung up.
Rong Jing had wanted to fish a little longer. He might have gotten something crucial, but Wu Fuyu ended the call in a snap.
Rong Jing tried to get up, but moments ago he had been knocked flat and now Wu Fuyu was braced over him like a canopy. “Get up,” Rong Jing said.
“No,” Wu Fuyu replied, arching a brow. He was about to say something flippant when Rong Jing’s hand slid to his throat with the chill promise of a blade.
“You win. You are the vicious one,” Wu Fuyu grumbled as he moved aside. The feeling of towering over Rong Jing had been so intoxicating he could not help replaying it in his mind.
Rong Jing studied him and found the man truly looked clueless.
How was he supposed to prove that insane hypothesis of his? In the dark, his eyes cut to Wu Fuyu, sharp as steel. Wu Fuyu could not make out his face and was ready to tease again when a cold prickle ran down his spine.
Rong Jing drew his gaze back. Through Wu Fuyu? No. Thinking of the man’s stunts these past days, Rong Jing dismissed the idea.
If he was going to test anyone, he preferred to go straight to the source. Better to face Wu Hanqi head on.
“How did you know I was here?” Wu Fuyu’s triumphant tone rang clear. You care about me a little, do you not?
“And you,” Rong Jing said, “did you follow me to make sure the script stays on track?”
That hit. Wu Fuyu’s expression tightened. He dodged the point. “What else would it be?”
They both knew that was not convincing. Some things did not need to be spelled out.
If he weren't in the wrong today, this fish would already be grilled by now. Wu Feiyu tried to advance but found he couldn't move an inch. “What kind of technique is this?” he asked, bewildered.
“Ancient martial arts,” Rong Jing said.
Ancient what? Wu Feiyu blinked. Was that not all taekwondo, Muay Thai, or judo nowadays? If he asked out loud, would he sound uncultured?
Gu Xi had searched the room and found nothing. Panic spiked. He ran to the balcony and scanned the area. The sheer curtain next door lifted and fell in the breeze. Gu Xi stilled.
As soon as he stepped out, Gu Xi saw Rong Jing being pinned against the wall by a tall, familiar figure. He hadn't expected that even after changing filming locations, this persistent guy would still be haunting them.
He pulled out his phone and with a click, captured the scene, then efficiently sent it to Xie Ling.
You pull a dirty trick, I will pull one too. No one gets to pretend they are cleaner than the other.
Message sent, he strolled over, unhurried. He set a hand on Wu Fuyu’s shoulder.
Wu Fuyu turned and went white as if he had seen a ghost. “You—”
Gu Xi leaned in, smiling, and blew a slow, ambiguous breath against his cheek.
Wu Fuyu jerked back so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet, forgetting even Rong Jing.
Gu Xi caught Rong Jing by the tie and drew him close. He did not quite touch him anywhere else. Then he turned his head and smiled, cold and gorgeous as a rose blooming against snow. “You really should not touch what belongs to someone else.”
Rong Jing felt his health bar plunge. All he could hear was his own heartbeat picking up speed.
Voices came from the elevator, people were approaching, and there was the sound of a door opening nearby. Even so, Rong Jing could not bring himself to tell Gu Xi to leave.
Gu Xi let go of the tie with a light, airy motion. He even stepped over to Wu Fuyu and offered him a hand up.
Across the hall, Xia Manni had only just recovered from discovering an Alpha hiding in someone else’s room. Thank goodness she had asked her best friend to stay over. They had just found a snack street on their phones, laughing as they opened the door, when Xia Manni froze. Was that Gu Xi’s voice?
Holy sh*t, the drama of the year!
Dear heavens, what was going on.
She sprang back and slammed the door.
“Why aren’t we going?” her friend asked.
“My stomach hurts. How about we order in?” Xia Manni clutched her midsection.
“I could swear I heard Gu Xi,” her friend said.
“No, no, no, that was your imagination.”
Her friend was a Gu Xi solo stan. If you wanted to keep a best friend, you had to leave fandom wars at the door. If she saw this, it would be World War III. As CP fans, they were the weakest species in the ecosystem, trembling in the crossfire. Both solo camps would tear them apart. The carnage was easy to picture.
She chose life. Thank you very much.
Soon a text of thanks came in from Gu Xi. Xia Manni decided their budding friendship had to be thanks to her sincerity.
Ear to the door, she listened. It sounded like Director Liu Yu’s hearty voice had joined the hallway. She wondered if those two had managed to bluff their way out.
Xia Manni asked her friend, “If Gu Xi ever dated, do you have requirements for who it could be?”
“Anyone but Rong Jing.”
“Why?”
“Do you not know they are the least possible pairing?”
Tonight, the Xie Zhanhong couple had gone out to attend a friend's baby's 100-day celebration and hadn't returned yet. Xie Ling sat on the sofa in the spacious and luxurious living room wearing pajamas, his feet placed in a wooden bucket as steam rose steadily upward. He was soaking his feet.
In his hand, he held one of the bath bombs his younger brother had sent him, studying the scent. His little brother said to use one per day to help with sleep.
Since he'd been staying up too late recently, his little brother told him to use one daily and had Zhou You supervise him. Zhou You had a blind date tonight though, so they were doing a photo check-in instead, which Zhou You would report to Rong Jing later.
Xie Ling had been under their grandfather’s strict discipline since childhood. By rights, he should have hated being told to do something by force. Strangely, it made him feel warm.
He sifted through the bright little spheres and finally picked lavender, dropping it into the hot water.
Expressionless eyes watched it dissolve and tint the water, scent unfurling in soft waves.
Like an empty-nest elder, he stared into space, missing his little brother.
Even soaking his feet, he sat with impeccable posture.
Ding.
His private phone chimed.
Opening it, Xie Ling's brows furrowed deeply. He quickly dried his feet, went upstairs to change clothes, and came back down.
The butler, roused by the noise, came trotting out. “Young Master, you are going out this late?”
“Yes. Something came up.”
Before the man could say more, Xie Ling had shrugged into a coat and left.
He drove hard for two hours to the hotel where his brother was staying. Only when he arrived did he realize he had been impulsive. He had not even asked for specifics.
Stuck between going and staying, he noticed a bar down the block. A handsome Alpha staggered out, bottle in hand.
An Omega sidled up. “Handsome, want me to take you to a hotel? I am cheap. If it is you, I could even go for free.” With a face like that and a body to match, she would pay him, frankly.
Wu Fuyu looked at the thickly made-up Omega and sneered. “You think my bed is that easy? Someone like you is not worth a single strand of his hair.”
He shoved the Omega aside and looked up to see the ten-degree-cold front that was Xie Ling. The man stood there, gaze like ice. Xie Ling had come with a question on his tongue, but seeing the younger man drowning his sorrows like this, the words lodged in his throat.
Wu Fuyu blinked, wondering if he was hallucinating.
He walked up and looked at that face that seemed to have no warmth at all. The sourness in his chest sharpened until he almost wanted to cry.
Why can Rong Jing not see the good in me? I have been changing.
Rong Jing hated how I treated that classmate, Lü Jin. I went and apologized.
Rong Jing hated me throwing weight around. I have been reining it in.
Rong Jing hated me partying every night. I cut all of them off. Now I workit means working 9 AM to 9 PM,
six days a week.
Essentially a 72-hour workweek. 9-9-6
What does Gu Xi have?
Why is Rong Jing head over heels for that little demon?
The demon is only a little better-looking, his contrast-y personality is just a little addictive, he is just a little capable, just a little seductive, just has a few more fans… F***. Stop.
Looking at the wilted young man, Xie Ling sighed.
Forget it. He is still a kid. What is there to fight about?
He glanced up at his brother’s room. The lights were already off. Going up now would wake him. He decided to drive the two hours back.
His coat was tugged.
A husky voice sounded behind him. “Brother Xie, I want congee.”
Wu Fuyu stared up at him pitifully. Xie Ling met his eyes, frost steady.
After a long beat, Xie Ling turned and walked toward the car.
Wu Fuyu’s head dropped.
What had he been hoping for?
Xie Ling opened the driver’s door and looked back at the man still stuck on the sidewalk. “Are you getting in?”
Wu Feiyu revived on the spot and ran to the car with a little skip.
Author’s note: It is simply mutual salvation. Family love, awooo~
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