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Early in the morning, the alarm went off. Fu Cheng reached out and turned off the phone alarm.

He got out of bed lightly, put on his clothes, and then opened the door to leave.

Master Zhuo could never wake up on time. Fu Cheng inevitably made a little noise when getting out of bed. Zhuo Huan, suffering from neurasthenia, woke up slightly. He squinted at him until he left the room, then pulled the quilt over his face and fell asleep again.

While brushing his teeth, Fu Cheng turned on his phone and unexpectedly received a message from Su Fei. He clicked it open, stunned, and replied.

[Fu Cheng: You’re back in China?]

A few seconds later, the punk teenager replied.

[Su Fei: Yes! Old Joseph, Lina, and I arrived in Shanghai last night. We wanted to surprise you. Brother Fu, did you see the confession on the giant LED screen? Is it really you? Who is this “Zhuo”?]

[Fu Cheng: ^_^]

[Su Fei: …I have a weird premonition.]

[Fu Cheng: Just got back, rest a couple of days, get over the jet lag.]

[Su Fei: !!!]

[Su Fei: Don’t change the subject!!!]

Then there were text messages from Lina and Old Joseph, all sent this morning.

Fu Cheng didn’t expect that Su Fei and the others would work overtime to finish the accident investigation report for Air France specifically for his birthday, and then quietly return to China. Although they didn’t mention what happened afterward, Fu Cheng could probably guess. When they returned to the city from the airport, they must have seen the words on the LED advertising screen. That’s why Lina and Old Joseph didn’t come to give him this “surprise.”

Suddenly feeling a bit of a headache. He hadn’t thought much about it last night, but today, as Fu Cheng brushed his teeth, he opened WeChat.

Several old classmates sent him messages. Like Su Fei, they also took photos of that LED confession. Some jokingly said this person had the same name as Fu Cheng, while others directly asked if it was him.

Opening his Moments, some people even posted directly, teasing about this matter.

Sighing deeply, Fu Cheng rubbed his temples, feeling his vision go dark for a moment.

But fortunately, he hadn’t been in touch with past classmates for a long time. His comrades in the army wouldn’t pay attention to things like LED screen confessions, so he didn’t need to explain specifically to anyone.

Except for Su Qiao.

[Su Qiao: Fu Cheng, I saw it. The person confessed to on the Aurora Plaza building, that’s you, right?]

Fu Cheng neither confirmed nor denied it, only sending a smiling face emoji.

[Su Qiao: I wish you happiness.]

Staring at these words, Fu Cheng replied.

[Fu Cheng: Thank you.]

After washing up, when Fu Cheng walked out of the bathroom, he saw Zhuo Huan in his pajamas, hair messy on his forehead, walking out of the bedroom with sleepy eyes. When he reached Fu Cheng, he naturally wrapped his arms around him, kissed him lightly on the lips, and then frowned: “I don’t like mint-flavored toothpaste.”

Fu Cheng: “But there’s a mint-flavored one in your bedroom bathroom.”

Zhuo Huan: “Didn’t you see there’s a lemon-flavored one next to it?”

Fu Cheng: “If you don’t like it, why buy mint-flavored?”

Hearing this, Zhuo Huan seemed a bit more awake. He curled his lips and said lazily: “Oh, I think the hourly worker uses that toothpaste to clean the sink? Squeeze it on the sink, then scrub it clean?”

Fu Cheng: “…”

This person is really bored!

Last night, the two only cared about enjoying the candlelight dinner and later did it twice. Romance is always fleeting; cleaning up the mess after romance is reality. Fu Cheng peeled off the ribbons and balloons he had personally stuck to the wall last night one by one. While he was cleaning the living room, Zhuo Huan finished washing up and walked into the kitchen. He tilted his head slightly and asked, “Eat a ham sandwich?”

“Yes.”

Not long after, Zhuo Huan started making breakfast.

After Fu Cheng packed up the things from the birthday gift bag, he put them into a plastic bag and placed it at the entrance, planning to take it with him when he left. Looking up, his gaze fell on a contract on the cabinet in the entryway. Surprised, he picked up the house purchase agreement and flipped through it.

Master Zhuo was frying eggs in the kitchen when Fu Cheng’s voice came from behind: “To buy this house cost 180 million?”

“Ha?” Zhuo Huan didn’t look back.

Fu Cheng: “Mr. Zhuo seems to have spent 180 million to buy it back.”

Zhuo Huan’s movement of frying eggs stopped abruptly. He turned around and saw Fu Cheng leaning against the bar of the open kitchen, holding a purchase agreement in his hand.

Zhuo Huan: “…Fuck!”

Rushing forward with a stride, he snatched the purchase agreement from Fu Cheng’s hand. Zhuo Huan flipped through it roughly, then rushed to the bedroom without looking back, grabbed his phone, and made a call. As soon as the call connected, Zhuo Huan asked: “Were you fucking in Shanghai last night?”

Listening to Master Zhuo upstairs shouting angrily at his father on the phone, Fu Cheng couldn’t help but laugh. He walked into the kitchen and continued frying the eggs. You can’t expect a person like Zhuo Huan to have any rationality or consideration. He went to make a phone call, leaving the fire and food in the kitchen unattended, which only meant one thing: you naturally and logically must take responsibility for the mess he left behind.

When Zhuo Huan came back from the call, Fu Cheng had already finished making breakfast.

Fu Cheng: “When buying it back, why was it fifty million more expensive than when it was sold?”

Zhuo Huan raised his eyes, swept a glance at him, and said lightly: “Bought in a hurry.”

Before they returned to Shanghai from Los Angeles, Zhuo Huan had asked Mr. Zhuo to buy this house back and restore it to its original state. Flying from Los Angeles to Shanghai took 22 hours at most. To solve this matter quickly, the price didn’t matter.

Fu Cheng: “There was no need to buy it.”

Hearing this, Zhuo Huan propped one hand on the table, supporting his chin, and looked at the young man opposite him. “Fu Cheng, you’re asking knowingly.”

Fu Cheng looked up at him: “No, just thought it was too much of a loss.”

Zhuo Huan snorted lightly: “Oh… then if I hadn’t bought it back then, would you still let me stay at your place?”

Fu Cheng looked at him quietly. After a long time, he didn’t answer, stood up, and took the finished plates back to the kitchen.

Zhuo Huan: “Asking you.”

Turning around to look at that man, he had thought about this question for a long time when the other party asked. Now, Fu Cheng thought for a moment and said: “If you could have said a few nice words back then, those two condoms from last night might not have lasted until now to be used.”

Zhuo Huan actually didn’t react for a moment.

Fu Cheng’s ears felt hot, and he turned and went into the kitchen.

A moment later, the man in pajamas walked into the kitchen, hugged the young man’s waist from behind, bit his ear, and asked: “You like me that much? Just say a few random words and you’re not angry, willing…”

His heart beat powerfully in his chest. Fu Cheng turned slowly, looked up at him: “If I didn’t like you, it would be impossible for me to be with a man.”

Zhuo Huan laughed: “So you really like women.”

Fu Cheng lowered his eyes: “Mn…”

Let alone before, even now he felt that without Zhuo Huan, he would absolutely never have any relationship with a man.

“Fu Cheng.”

“Hm?”

“Look at me.”

Fu Cheng raised his head. In the next second, the man’s lips sealed his breath. A moment of surprise, then he closed his eyes, hugged the man’s waist, and kissed back gently.

When going out to COMAC, Fu Cheng was changing his shoes when Zhuo Huan said casually: “Did you delete that woman’s number?”

Fu Cheng: “…Who?”

Zhuo Huan: “Tsk.”

While going downstairs, Fu Cheng reacted: “You mean Su Qiao?”

Pausing, Fu Cheng said: “Actually, she’s quite nice.”

Zhuo Huan scoffed: “Oh.”

The black Ferrari emitted a deafening roar, rushed out of the underground garage, and headed east all the way.

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