Wild School Boy Was Picked Up And Brought Home By His Professor Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Chapter 17 It’s Too… on the Sofa

The police officer continued, “Furthermore, we discovered a transfer to Du Xiaoman’s account from a woman a few days ago. Look, do you recognize this remitter?”

The officer handed Xie Chun a photocopy of a bank receipt.

The remittance information read: “Lin Jingzhi | Bank of China Transfer 300,000”

Xie Chun looked at the information of his ex-wife, suppressing a heavy breath, and looked at the police officer across the table: “Excuse me, can I see Du Xiaoman now?”

The police officer replied, “Yes, you can speak with the lawyer entrusted by the party concerned shortly.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a lawyer in a suit walked in.

The moment the lawyer stood still, Xie Chun repeated his question, his tone laced with urgency: “Hello, would it be convenient for me to meet the party concerned?”

The lawyer offered a standard professional smile, tinged with distant apology: “I apologize, sir. The reason the party concerned filed a report is due to threats, and their emotional state is unstable. They have fully entrusted me to communicate with you regarding subsequent matters.”

Standing by the door of the interrogation room, Shen Beidao took in the slightly frantic urgency of Lin Yi’s father.

He shook his head slightly, a flicker of complexity crossing his eyes.

This father always seemed more concerned about the feelings of “outsiders,” whether it was this unknown Du Xiaoman, or the “party concerned” who wouldn’t even show his face.

…

7:00 PM

At a small restaurant near the company.

Zhang Zexuan whispered to Lin Yi, “…Uncle Xie wouldn’t let me follow him at the time, but I heard the phone call saying, ‘We are from the police station. Du Xiaoman asked us to contact you. He is suspected of extortion…’ Then, Uncle Xie went out to take the call.”

“Who was he extorting?” Lin Yi picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and looked at Zhang Zexuan.

“I guess it’s related to the company. We can ask colleagues when we go to work tomorrow.”

Zhang Zexuan leaned closer, his tone exaggerated, “But hey, when you call Uncle Xie later, you need to give him a heads-up. Don’t wake up one morning and find you have a stepdad younger than you!”

Lin Yi’s brow furrowed tighter. He put down his chopsticks and scrutinized Zhang Zexuan: “When did you become his assistant?”

Zhang Zexuan’s eyes began to dart away. He fumbled to open a can of beer, filled his glass, and then chugged it down before speaking: “It was… the day after we had dinner! I couldn’t stand seeing that little scumbag Du Xiaoman bully you, so I figured out a way to follow Uncle Xie and mess things up for them!”

“Guess what happened later? One day that little scumbag got angry and tried to smash me with a beer bottle this big!” He gestured, drawing an exaggerated circle with his hands.

“He dared to lay a hand on you?!” Lin Yi immediately stood up.

“Hey, hey, sit down first!”

Zhang Zexuan quickly pulled him back to his seat. “It’s fine, it’s fine. Luckily, I ran fast and he didn’t hit me. Then… Uncle Xie probably thought he was too impulsive, so he made him stay at the company and didn’t let him go on the business trip to the US.”

Lin Yi fell silent. After a brief pause, he crooked a finger: “Zhang Zexuan, you handled this well. I’ll rely on you to keep an eye on my dad from now on.”

A look of approval appeared on Lin Yi’s face. “How come I never noticed you could be so patient sometimes? If you had fought with him then, my dad would definitely have made you reflect too. Don’t let his scholarly appearance fool you; the consequences are severe for anyone who tries to go against him.”

Zhang Zexuan seemed to suddenly grasp something: “Ohhh, so that’s how it is…”

He quickly refilled Lin Yi’s glass. “Come on, Brother Yi, let’s drink.”

“No thanks.” Lin Yi pushed the glass away. “I have something to do later. You take your time eating. This one’s on me.”

He stood up to pay the bill. His phone rang at that moment. He glanced at it, answered the call, and waved at Zhang Zexuan, indicating he was leaving first.

Zhang Zexuan looked at the table of barely touched food and felt it shouldn’t go to waste. He pulled out his phone and dialed Li Rui’s number: “Hello, Rui Rui? Are you free? Come over and eat…”

…

One kilometer from the restaurant, Shen Beidao’s car was quietly parked in the shadow of the roadside trees.

The location was the one Lin Yi had sent.

He didn’t want his friends to know about his boyfriend yet. On one hand, the relationship wasn’t stable enough for a formal announcement, and on the other hand, Shen Beidao hadn’t introduced him to his friends either. If he were too proactive, it might seem like he was too eager to define something.

After leaving the police station at noon, Shen Beidao taught German open lectures all afternoon. Coupled with staying up almost all night cooperating with the police for the report and statement, he was running on fumes.

He leaned back in the driver’s seat, his brows etched with undisguised fatigue, and faint dark circles visible beneath his deep-set eyes.

Lin Yi jogged over, resting his elbow on the driver’s side window. He immediately noticed Shen Beidao’s poor state.

“Handsome Shen, did you pull an all-nighter playing games? You look terrible.”

“No, I don’t play…”

Shen Beidao momentarily forgot he was still operating under the guise of an “online gaming friend” and almost blurted out, “I don’t play games,” which would have been a random slip-up.

“Don’t play what?” Lin Yi tilted his head, his clear eyes exceptionally beautiful under the streetlights, waiting persistently for his answer.

Shen Beidao: “Don’t play… Marco Polo anymore.”

“Huh?” Lin Yi raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you used to love playing that hero the most?”

“I got tired of him.” Shen Beidao’s tone was flat. “I’ve been practicing a new character recently. He’s much better.”

Lin Yi became interested: “Then I’ll have to see how good he is today.”

He walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and got in.

The car started and slowly pulled away from the roadside.

Not far away, Li Rui happened to be passing by. He saw a familiar-looking car, and upon closer inspection, the license plate ended in 6711—it was his advisor Shen Beidao’s car.

He was about to step forward to say hello, but the car merged into traffic, leaving him only with a pair of taillights receding into the distance…

*

Back at Shen Beidao’s home, the warm light dispelled the slight chill of the autumn night.

This was Lin Yi’s second time here. He immediately spotted a brand-new pair of cotton slippers with little rabbit ears placed by the entrance, clearly prepared just for him.

Shen Beidao walked straight to the island bar in the open kitchen, poured him a cup of warm black tea, and handed it over: “It’s a bit cold today. Drink this to warm up.”

Lin Yi took it and noticed it was a glass cup printed with a cartoon rabbit, completely different from the minimalist style glass cups Shen Beidao used around the house.

“Is this your cup?” he asked, slightly surprised.

“No,” Shen Beidao looked at him. “I knew you were coming today, so I specifically bought a new cup.”

“Oh…” A hint of disappointment flashed across Lin Yi’s face. So it wasn’t one Shen Beidao usually used. “I thought it was yours.”

He took a sip, looking at the picture of the “little rabbit hugging and gnawing on a carrot” on the cup. “Why do you like little rabbits so much?”

“Well, because I like them very much, I especially want to raise one.”

“But small animals are hard to take care of.”

“Hard to take care of? I see you eat everything. You seem pretty easy to keep alive.”

Lin Yi paused, then remembered his unchanging online ID, “Rabbit Without Morals,” and suddenly realized that the “rabbit” Shen Beidao was referring to seemed to be himself.

Lin Yi secretly gloated: He likes me that much? Even buying rabbit-themed daily necessities… What a love-struck fool, he’s hopeless ●v●~

Shen Beidao said, “The bath towel, hand towel, and pajamas are all ready. They are on the storage shelf next to the bathroom. Go take a shower later, and I’ll make you something to eat.”

“I already ate,” Lin Yi answered honestly, then countered, “Have you eaten?”

“Yes, I had a lot of classes today and was busy, so I ate at the cafeteria tonight.”

“Then…” Lin Yi held the warm cartoon cup, his voice suddenly becoming slightly hesitant, his eyes starting to drift.

“Hmm?” Shen Beidao’s heart rate inexplicably sped up. He looked at Lin Yi’s slightly flushed cheeks and evasive eyes. A certain ambiguous anticipation quietly began to grow in the air.

In fact, he had also secretly prepared the necessary items for intimate relations, which were currently in the drawer of the bedside table in the bedroom.

If Lin Yi really wanted to…

“Then stop stalling!” Lin Yi suddenly put down the cup, grabbed his wrist, and led him toward the living room sofa. “Let’s get down to business quickly!”

Shen Beidao was pressed down onto the soft sofa, his heart practically pounding out of his chest, yet he maintained the last shred of a mature man’s composure and asked, “You like it here?”

To be honest, Shen Beidao was somewhat surprised.

If their first time was on the sofa, it seemed a bit too… open.

At least the bed had blankets for cover, which could preserve a little privacy for the sensitive little rabbit.

“Of course!” Lin Yi nodded, his face beaming with excitement. “I love lying on the sofa to play!”

Saying this, he flopped onto the sofa himself, found a comfortable position, and rested his head on Shen Beidao’s lap.

Shen Beidao: …Play? Is he just playing with me?

Or something else?

Before he could ponder the deeper meaning of that sentence, an indescribable sense of disappointment instantly washed away his previous nervousness and anticipation…

…

“Welcome to Honor of Kings”

“The Eldest Miss is here, clear the way!”

“Want a shot? Satisfy you!”

Familiar game sound effects instantly filled the living room, pulling them into the exciting King’s Canyon.

Lin Yi skillfully operated his character, taking a moment to glance at Shen Beidao’s phone screen: “Do you like playing ‘Jing’ recently?”

Shen Beidao held his phone, glancing at Lin Yi, who was focused as if heading into battle, and replied softly, “Yes.”

Due to time constraints, he only had three days to practice and master one hero.

“I haven’t played this one yet,” Lin Yi said, opening the voice chat and skillfully directing his teammates.

A few seconds later, he closed the chat button so as not to interrupt his conversation with Shen Beidao: “Sigh, I’ve been too busy recently. I have to go to work tomorrow, so I have less time to play games.”

“If you want to play in the future, I’ll accompany you.”

…

[Victory!]

As the stirring victory sound effect rang out, Lin Yi was still immersed in the shock of the final team fight.

He watched Shen Beidao’s ‘Jing’ operate like a phantom, starting from the red buff area, his figure transforming into streaks of afterimages. The dazzling skill effects were mesmerizing. In just a few seconds, he not only secured the ‘Dragon’ but also weaved through the enemy’s five-person siege, completing a fluid Quintuple Kill! Finally, he pushed down the enemy crystal!

Lin Yi was completely stunned, almost dropping his phone.

He slowly turned his head, looking at the calm and composed Shen Beidao beside him like he was a monster. His voice was distorted: “…How did you do that?”

Shen Beidao put down his phone, his tone flat: “Skill 3A323A31. Train it into muscle memory.”

“That’s all it takes?” Lin Yi was incredulous.

“Yes,” Shen Beidao nodded. “It’s very simple.”

Lin Yi immediately scooted closer to him like a kitten drawn by a feather wand, his bright eyes full of admiration: “Can you teach me? That was seriously cool!”

Shen Beidao: If we weren’t playing a game just now, perhaps you would think I was even more impressive.

Just then, Shen Beidao’s phone rang. An unfamiliar number flashed on the screen.

He glanced at it and said to Lin Yi, “Wait a moment, I need to take a call.”

He got up and walked to the balcony. The call wasn’t long.

But when he returned, the previous relaxation was gone from his face. “Sorry, I have an urgent matter that requires me to leave immediately. If you’re tired, you should go to sleep first.”

“…Okay, go ahead.” Lin Yi didn’t ask further. He guessed it might be an urgent work matter. If he were too clingy, it would feel like he was overstepping.

Too much interference would be annoying.

But Shen Beidao didn’t return until the next morning, bringing with him the slight coolness of the morning dew.

The upscale residential area where Shen Beidao lived was right across the road from the office building where Lin Yi’s company was located.

Lin Yi finished washing up and was ready to go to work. “I made you breakfast.”

Lin Yi pointed to the dining table, then kissed Shen Beidao’s tired face. “Remember to eat.”

Shen Beidao grabbed his wrist, his voice slightly hoarse: “Are you coming home tonight?”

Shen Beidao spoke the word “home” with a hint of carefulness.

Lin Yi: “That depends on whether the owner of this home wants me to come.”

Shen Beidao immediately understood his implication. His taut heartstring seemed to be gently plucked, sending ripples through him. “Then I’ll pick you up tonight.”

After seeing Lin Yi off, Shen Beidao walked to the dining table. Looking at the bowl of instant noodles and the fried egg on top, which was crookedly but earnestly shaped into a heart, he couldn’t help but smile.

The exhaustion of the all-night rush seemed to be completely dispelled by this simple warmth.

…

The moment Lin Yi arrived at his company cubicle, Zhang Zexuan, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, dragged him into the small office next door.

“Look what I found!” Zhang Zexuan locked the door and pulled out his phone, displaying several photos.

“I went to the printer just now to print something. The printer broke last night, and the technician just fixed it this morning. It ended up printing the documents that didn’t go through yesterday.”

Lin Yi took the phone and scrolled through the screen.

These were forms and sponsorship agreements for a “Student Aid Sponsorship List for Impoverished Mountain Areas.”

Lin Yi scrolled to the last page and saw “Xie Chun” written in the signature area.

“Has my dad been doing charity work?”

This seemed to somewhat overturn his perception of his father, who was focused solely on business interests.

“The point isn’t the charity work!”

Zhang Zexuan urgently poked the phone screen with his finger, zooming in on a section. “Look at this personnel list and the corresponding dates… Here, this name.”

Lin Yi followed the direction of his finger—

[Du Xiaoman]

Lin Yi carefully checked the date records next to it.

Xie Chun had sponsored this student named Du Xiaoman from middle school through university, spanning ten years.

“And…” Zhang Zexuan lowered his voice and leaned into Lin Yi’s ear. “First thing this morning, Director Yu went into your dad’s office, and he hasn’t come out for two hours! They must have found some crucial information. I bet it’s related to Du Xiaoman!”