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    Chapter 49: Courage

    Xu Qingyou’s words had barely faded.

    Xie Yu’s voice came through the phone, carrying his familiar nonchalant tone.

    “That’s right, we’re on great terms now, especially great. President Xu, congratulations on your engagement, I won’t keep you. The food’s getting cold, Zhuo’er, time to eat.”

    Chen Zhuo glared at Xie Yu, covered the phone, turned his body to the side and said, “Qingyou-ge, I’m going to eat now, I’ll talk to you later, bye-bye.”

    Xu Qingyou looked at the disconnected phone, his eyes deep. He felt like he was missing something very important.

    The doubts in his heart gradually amplified, but he couldn’t grasp what it was.

    “President Xu, is that your sweetheart?”

    Yuan Sijie twirled her curled hair around her finger and jokingly said, “If President Xu marries me, won’t that make her a mistress? Won’t she cause trouble for you?”

    Xu Qingyou frowned upon hearing the address, “President Yuan, please watch your words. Zhuo’er doesn’t know my feelings. He will marry, have children, and live a wonderful and happy life in the future.”

    Hearing this, Yuan Sijie was genuinely surprised and sized up Xu Qingyou.

    “I didn’t realize President Xu was such a romantic. With your methods, even if he were straight, keeping him by your side shouldn’t be a big problem, right? Which wealthy family doesn’t have a pile of dirty secrets in their backyard?”

    “If he wanted to stay by my side, you wouldn’t be here today.”

    Xu Qingyou said casually, “If President Yuan has nothing to add to these terms, I will have the lawyer finalize them as soon as possible and contact you.”

    “President Xu is thorough, I have no problems.”

    Yuan Sijie laughed, “But then again, President Xu, I’ve gotten to know you again today. I thought we were the same kind of people, using marriage as a bargaining chip for our careers. You’re actually playing pure love behind the scenes, hahahaha…”

    Xu Qingyou looked at her with displeasure and warned, “President Yuan, please mind your tongue. Also, don’t go wandering around in front of him.”

    “Of course, I have a strong sense of contract, happy to work with you.”

    Yuan Sijie reached out and shook hands with Xu Qingyou, giving him a flirtatious wink, “Darling, I have a date tonight, aren’t you going to ask if it’s a man or a woman?”

    Xu Qingyou was emotionless, “Whatever, just don’t get caught.”

    Chen Zhuo, who had vowed to eat three bowls of rice, lost his appetite and absentmindedly put a grain of rice into his mouth. He seemingly casually asked, “Xie Yu, is marriage for you rich people always so…”

    He paused, seemingly unable to think of a euphemistic word, and simply said, “So mercenary? Is profit so important that you can abandon your own feelings?”

    “Hold on, what do you mean ‘you people’? Xu Qingyou is Xu Qingyou, I am me. I’m not like that. Living a lifetime with someone I don’t like, the thought alone makes me feel awkward all over.”

    Xie Yu glanced at Chen Zhuo with dissatisfaction, seemingly complaining that he always misunderstood him, “Stop worrying about things that aren’t your business. If the sky wants to rain, and I want to marry, there’s nothing you can do about it. Hurry up and eat, it’s going to get cold.”

    “What you said is harsh but true, I really…can’t change anything.”

    Saying that, Chen Zhuo raised his eyes to sweep over Xie Yu, then lowered his head to look at the white rice in his bowl, not knowing if he was talking about Xu Qingyou or himself, “Let’s take it one step at a time.”

    A piece of tripe dipped in chili oil appeared in his bowl, followed by a constant stream of dishes.

    Chen Zhuo protected his bowl, the corners of his mouth lifting in an imperceptible arc, “Eat your own, I can get it myself.”

    Xie Yu took the Coke from his hand and urged, “Then eat it, are you a grown man with a small bird’s appetite? The weather has been getting colder lately and the flu is rampant, be careful your little body turns into a loot box.”

    Although Chen Zhuo’s figure wasn’t as good as Xie Yu’s, it wasn’t to the point of being the “little body” Xie Yu described. He went to the gym twice a week, after all. Although he had been slacking off lately, his muscles hadn’t run away from home.

    Clearly, he was the type to look thin in clothes and have muscles when he took them off. By the standards online, he was a “thin muscle” type, with smooth and beautiful muscle lines. He was quite satisfied with his figure.

    Chen Zhuo was speechless and picked up a small rib and stuffed it into Xie Yu’s mouth, “If you don’t know how to talk, you can shut up, you’re so annoying.”

    Xie Yu chewed on the crispy ribs in his mouth and tentatively asked, “Hey, Zhuo’er, I think I heard Xu Qingyou say something about important or unimportant. Do you think he likes you?”

    “…In your eyes, is everyone who’s close to me gay?”

    Chen Zhuo gave him a light punch on the shoulder, “Qingyou-ge is very good to me, but it’s all within the boundaries of brotherly affection, okay? Do you think everyone’s like you? Saying you’re straight, but you kissed me.”

    “Hmph, it’s your fault for seducing me?” Xie Yu said shamelessly, “I just felt my gaydar move, but he’s about to get engaged, so maybe I was wrong.”

    Chen Zhuo scoffed and mocked, “You and your gaydar? Figure out your own sexuality first before gaying other people, you’re crazy.”

    Xie Yu hummed twice, rubbed his nose, and said uncomfortably, “So what if I’m gay? It’s not a big deal. If you, if you think I am, then I am.”

    Chen Zhuo ignored him.

    Xie Yu was so angry that he drank Chen Zhuo’s Coke in one gulp and deliberately crushed the can to make a loud noise.

    Chen Zhuo curled his lips and muttered in his heart: childish ghost.

    Chen Zhuo’s appetite came back, and after eating three bowls of white rice, he felt a little carb-drunk and yawned twice, “I’m so sleepy, let’s go back to the dorm.”

    Although he said he would bring the leftover food to Zhao Jiashu and Li Ang, it was just a joke.

    What kind of father would pack up leftovers for his sons? Xie Yu’s “paternal love” wouldn’t allow him to do that.

    Xie Yu went to pay the bill, and Chen Zhuo waited, holding his coat.

    His gaze fell on the group photo on the counter at the front desk. After seeing the man next to Zhou Du clearly, his eyes widened slightly. Wasn’t this the scammer they had just met?

    Qin Cheng, he said his name was Qin Cheng.

    The more Chen Zhuo thought about it, the more familiar the name seemed.

    Chen Zhuo didn’t pay attention to Zhou Du’s personal life. He liked Zhou Du because Zhou Du had a tenacity that defied fate, which brought him a lot of spiritual support and accompanied him through a long and dark period.

    It was just a pity that Zhou Du had retired behind the scenes early, and there would be no more of his works released.

    Chen Zhuo was still immersed in physics formulas at the time, and he was so sad when he heard the news that he didn’t study for a day. He downloaded Weibo and ate some melons.

    It was said that Zhou Du chose to stop filming for the sake of his homosexual lover. This topic was quite sensitive, and the hot search dropped quickly, and the topic gradually disappeared, but their cp supertopic should still be alive.

    Chen Zhuo took out his phone to search, and the webpage popped up with Qin Cheng’s basic information. He was indeed the boss of Cheng Qiao Media Company.

    Logging into his long-unused Weibo, he saw Zhou Du’s new post from two days ago in the special attention column: 【Yes, we are in love.】

    Chen Zhuo liked and reposted it: “So brave, I hope I can be as brave as you guys.”

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