AHFAFTGTTT Chapter 6
by VolareChapter 6 Picky Eater “Don’t you have a sense of taste?”
In the cool autumn of October, a gentle breeze passed through the gauze window, causing Xu Chengyue’s bangs to tremble slightly.
He sat sideways on the sofa, his back turned, slowly unbuttoning the clothes he had just put on, letting them slip off his shoulder with each movement.
After waiting for a while, the person behind him didn’t move at all. Xu Chengyue asked in confusion, “Is it serious?”
Fu Yang was almost blinded by the expanse of white.
Hearing this, he quickly glanced over and froze on the spot.
Xu Chengyue’s neck was slender, the lines of his back were smooth, and in the middle of his graspable waist was a swollen, purplish bruise that bisected it, looking especially horrifying against his snow-white skin. There were also scrapes and abrasions on his elbows.
“Serious.” Fu Yang put down the medicine, saying, “You need to go to the hospital.”
“?” Xu Chengyue was used to getting injured while practicing dance, and after feeling it, he didn’t think it was that serious.
He stubbornly wanted Fu Yang to apologize and apply the medicine.
He just wanted to tell the other party that they couldn’t run away from their mistakes.
They weren’t adults when they first came to the company. They spent two years as trainees and three years after their debut, for a total of five years together. As the older member and leader, Xu Chengyue always felt obligated to teach the younger members.
“Take a picture for me to see.” He handed his phone to Fu Yang.
Fu Yang’s lips were pressed into a straight line, feeling guilty. He did as he was told and returned the phone to him.
Xu Chengyue looked down at the photo, then looked up at the uneasy Fu Yang, the corners of his lips suddenly lifting into a gentle smile, his eyes curving into crescents. “This isn’t serious at all. Just help me rub the bruise out.”
“Are you sure? It really looks serious. Don’t blame me if you die.” Fu Yang sat down next to him grumpily, coldly squeezing out the ointment, rubbing it in his hands to warm it up before applying it.
The smooth, white skin was like fine silk, and his waist was so slender that one hand could almost completely cover it. The awkward image made Fu Yang’s brow twitch again.
The next second, the person who was facing away from him turned around and hugged him.
The sweet scent of gardenias filled his arms, Fu Yang’s heart constricted. His hand, still covered in ointment, was on Xu Chengyue’s waist, his shirt half-undone, making it look like he had initiated the embrace.
“Shangguan, have you been under a lot of stress lately? I’m sorry… if I had noticed sooner…”
Sleeping too much, memory loss, a drastic change in personality.
Xu Chengyue didn’t even dare to think about the other’s pain, feeling like he was a failure as a leader.
“It must be hard not remembering things.” Xu Chengyue met his gaze, saying firmly, “Don’t be afraid, I’ll protect you.”
Fu Yang’s heart skipped a beat, then continued to beat at a certain frequency.
The person in front of him had slightly red eyes, filled with heartache and regret, speaking as if it were true.
Then he realized that even if it was true, Xu Chengyue’s concern and protection were for Shangguan Yaoguang.
He felt a vague sense of annoyance and dismissed it as a tactic to win people over. Then he held the restless person in his arms to finish applying the medicine, got up from the sofa, and looked back with a frown.
“Put your clothes on.”
“I already put them on.”
Fu Yang roughly pushed the shirt that was half-revealing his shoulder up, then ran out as if escaping, leaving behind a sentence:
“I’m starving, hurry up and make food.”
A quarter of an hour later, Fu Yang gnashed his teeth at the table full of boiled chicken breast, boiled beef, boiled carrots, and boiled broccoli: “This is what you call cooking?”
Xu Chengyue smiled. “Yeah, it should be cooked. Eat up.”
As he spoke, he scooped a bowl of mixed meat and vegetables and ate it with relish.
Fu Yang’s lips twitched. “Don’t you have a sense of taste?”
Young Master Fu Yang, who had grown up in luxury, had five chefs at home who prepared Chinese and Western dishes in a variety of ways. He had always had food delivered to him at school and had never seen such a simple lunch.
Moreover, according to his observations, these dishes had nothing but salt!
Fu Yang didn’t want to eat it at all, but he was really hungry. He hesitated and took a small bite. As expected, it had no taste. The vegetables were also mushy because they were overcooked, sticking to the meat in a lump. It looked…
He took a deep breath and pushed the bowl away. “I don’t want to eat this.”
“Shangguan, you can’t be so picky.” Xu Chengyue said sternly.
Fu Yang exploded. “Is this about being picky? This is pig slop!”
Xu Chengyue lowered his eyes, looking very sad. “Then give me your bowl to eat.”
Fu Yang thought this person was simply a freak. “I already took a bite, bro.”
“But wasting food is shameful.” Xu Chengyue said righteously.
Fu Yang was so choked by these words that he couldn’t breathe.
He wasted food → therefore, he is shameful.
Okay, okay, Xu Chengyue was indeed torturing him.
Having finally witnessed the power of this person’s passive-aggressiveness, Fu Yang took a deep breath and quickly swallowed the bowl of mixed meat and vegetables.
—It was the worst food he had ever eaten in his life.
The kitchen, this sacred place, should have a warning sign: Xu Chengyue and dogs not allowed!
“Shangguan, go wash the dishes.” Xu Chengyue gently stacked the bowls and chopsticks and placed them in front of him.
Fu Yang’s face turned green, still recovering from that disgusting thing. “Why should I wash the dishes?”
Xu Chengyue said matter-of-factly, “I cooked, so of course you wash the dishes.”
“Who decided that?”
“But getting something for nothing is shameful.”
Fu Yang was once again choked by the word “shameful,” his face cold as he put on the apron and went to wash the dishes.
After washing the dishes, he slammed the apron on the table.
He had never washed dishes in his life, damn Xu Chengyue.
The “damned” Xu Chengyue came out of the room and handed him a box.
“Use this phone for now. The card has been changed, and I’ve also helped you register for WeChat, linked to my card. Spend as much as you want, don’t worry.”
When Xu Chengyue wasn’t a freak, he was exceptionally considerate and reliable. Fu Yang looked down and opened the box. It was a brand new phone.
A slap followed by a treat, even more detestable.
“Oh, Leader, you guys are outside?” Hao Yun and Zhou Qingqing came out of their rooms, carrying the trash bags from the door, ready to leave.
Xu Chengyue nodded. “Yeah, I just made food and ate with Shangguan. I was going to call you guys, but I saw the takeout boxes outside your door.”
“Oh… Zhou Qingqing and I already ate, haha.”
Hao Yun gave Fu Yang a teasing look, as if saying, “Oi, warrior, respect.”
Fu Yang: …
Zhou Qingqing had also experienced the power of Xu Chengyue’s cooking. It had no color, aroma, or taste, and was only healthy. Thinking about it, his face turned pale, and he quickly changed the subject. “Shall we go to the practice room together?”
“Xiao Yun, Brother Zhou Qingqing, you two go ahead. Shangguan and I have something to do.” Xu Chengyue said gently, “I’ll check on the part of ‘Po Jun’s choreography that the teacher revised later when I get back. If you can’t remember it, the old rule is fifty push-ups.”
“How many versions have been changed? Why is it being changed again!” Hao Yun wailed, being dragged out the door by Zhou Qingqing’s grip on the back of his collar.
And Fu Yang felt like he was being arranged again, looking at him. “What do we have to do?”
He didn’t want to be with Xu Chengyue at all.
He still wanted to sneak back home to see how his corpse… uh, his body was doing. Why was Xu Chengyue haunting him?
“Haven’t you forgotten a lot of things? Let’s go to the hospital for a brain CT. No, we need to do a full body checkup.” Xu Chengyue was afraid the condition would worsen and knew the company wouldn’t care, so he would be more concerned.
He handed Fu Yang a mask. “Don’t be afraid, I’ll go with you.”