"Uncle Zhao, let's take Young Master Ye home first." Zhou Zhou smiled and said, "Young Master Ye, I'll call you when you have time to play games. Give me your location first and I'll take you home."
"Just call me Misheng." Ye Misheng smiled. "It's rare to have such a pleasant chat. I'm not going home now. Brother Zhou, can you carry all these boxes into your house and assemble them all by yourself? Or can I help you?"
"Huh? No need." Zhou Zhou was taken aback. "Isn't Uncle Zhao here? Besides, it's the same if I carry it back and forth."
"It's alright. I have nothing to do at home anyway, so it's a rare opportunity to make a new friend." Ye Misheng smiled so brightly that no one could feel any dislike for her.
Zhou Zhou thought Ye Misheng was a really good person, easy to get along with, even though he was a villain in the book...
But if he doesn't get involved in the plot, maybe he can become friends with the other person?
[Author's Note: Uncle Zhao: Mr. Fu, Madam is bringing another man home!]
Zhou Zhou: This guy is good, easy to talk to, and a real friend!
Fu Hengzhi: You two can only be brothers, haha.
Ye Misheng: ......
Who wouldn't like a villain like that, hahaha?
Chapter Fourteen: This move was a complete waste of time.
As the car drove into the Fu family villa area and parked in the courtyard, Uncle Zhao received a call from Duan Yun.
"Is my mom going home after shopping?" Zhou Zhou carried the large and small boxes of computers and their components to the doorway, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and waved for Uncle Zhao to leave. "Uncle, you should go pick up my mom quickly, don't keep her waiting."
"Okay, sure."
Watching the car drive away, Zhou Zhou took out his phone and called Duan Yun to explain the situation, fearing that the other party would blame him for not waiting at the designated location on time.
Zhou Zhou now calls her "Mom" so fluently.
Ye Misheng held onto the heaviest main unit the whole time, without putting it down. He wasn't in a hurry when he saw Zhou Zhou standing on the steps making a phone call instead of opening the door. He just smiled with his eyes narrowed.
Zhou Zhou didn't waste any time chatting. After hanging up the phone, he leaped three steps to the door, slammed his hand on the heavy fingerprint lock, pushed it open, and went to take the heaviest part from Ye Misheng's hands.
"Give them to me, you've already gone to so much trouble. Go and move the lighter ones."
"It's alright, it's not heavy." Ye Misheng walked past him, squeezed through the door, and stopped to wait for Zhou Zhou to come in and lead the way.
The original owner was thin and lacked exercise, so Zhou Zhou struggled to carry the other things, and the stacked boxes also blocked his view.
Judging from the sound, the villa was quiet; Aunt Feng must have gone out to buy groceries.
"Go up to the second floor, turn left, and go to the second bedroom." Zhou Zhou lowered his head with difficulty and carefully moved up the stairs one step at a time.
Ye Misheng carried the heaviest box and walked briskly up to the second floor. After turning left, there was a sound of heavy objects hitting the ground. Then, the sound of footsteps could be heard as the other person quickly ran down and took all the boxes from Zhou Zhou's arms.
"Brother Zhou, give it to me." Ye Misheng smiled, repeated the action from before, and rushed to the second floor with lightning speed, even faster than Zhou Zhou, who was empty-handed, as he walked up the stairs.
After completing the procedure, Zhou Zhou's cheeks were slightly flushed, whether from the heat or from exhaustion, it was hard to tell.
"Still young, not bad." Zhou Zhou walked to the bedroom door like an old man, looking at Ye Misheng who was not even blushing or out of breath, feeling extremely embarrassed.
"Brother Zhou, you're only a year older than me." Ye Mi chuckled twice, picked up her things, and followed Zhou Zhou into the bedroom.
"Just put it here." Zhou Zhou was extremely relieved to see the other party looking at the furnishings in the room. Luckily, he had tidied up all those posters and merchandise yesterday. Otherwise, no matter how he explained, Ye Misheng would still see him as a perverted maniac obsessed with his brother's looks.
Ye Misheng had been hoping there would be something interesting about the other person's bedroom, but it turned out to be clean and uncluttered with a monotonous color scheme.
It's pointless.
Zhou Zhou quickly assembled all the parts, plugged in the power cord, and began assembling the system.
Their movements were so practiced that Ye Misheng momentarily doubted the other person's true profession.
"Is this the style of the bedroom that Mr. Fu likes?"
"Sure," Zhou Zhou replied casually, his mind completely focused on the computer, watching the progress bar on the screen.
Ye Misheng squinted, as if he had noticed something, and chuckled twice, which sounded extremely abrupt in the bedroom where only the main unit's bellows was whirring. His gaze wandered around, and suddenly he noticed something else.
"Brother Zhou, do you live here alone? Why is there only one pillow on the bed?"
"..."
Zhou Zhou slowly turned around and saw the other person turn their head to look at the head of the bed.
"f... Hengzhi is a bit of a germaphobe, and he's been too busy at work to come home lately, so I put his pillow in the closet for him." Zhou Zhou lied without batting an eye, while also trying to portray herself as a good wife.
Ye Misheng glanced silently at the dressing room and curled the corners of her lips into a smile. "Is that so?"
Zhou Zhou didn't notice the other person's subtle expression. After installing all the computer system software, he stretched and prepared to see the guest off. "Shall I have a driver take you home?"
"Now? Isn't it too early?" Ye Misheng propped himself up on the edge of the bed with his hands, crossed his legs and swung them back and forth in the air. "I had a great time chatting with you, Brother Zhou. I want to stay with you a little longer."
After becoming friends with the other person, Zhou Zhou now interacts with him in a friendly manner, and said with a smile, "What else is there to talk about? Your college life?"
The two chatted on the way about Ye Misheng being in the e-sports club in college, and even made a pact to play a couple of games together that night.
Men should play games.
"Stop talking about me all the time, Brother Zhou, you know me well enough." Ye Misheng raised the corners of his mouth. "Let's talk about you, actually I'm really curious about the gossip between you and my brother."
"Gossip? Isn't that something you can find out by searching on Weibo?" Zhou Zhou laughed twice, feeling there was nothing more to say about it.
"Speaking of which, Brother Zhou, why did you suddenly stop liking my brother?" This was the second time Zhou Zhou had asked the question. Seeing Ye Misheng's posture, it seemed he was determined to get to the bottom of this.
The villain has a love-hate relationship with the protagonist's brother, although the reason why he saw the part in the original work is not explained.
When faced with the same question, Zhou Zhou only used one excuse: "Because I am straight."
"Brother Zhou." Ye Misheng pouted, dissatisfied with this answer. "We're friends, why are you still giving me this perfunctory answer?"
"..." Little brother, this is the truth.
To be honest, Zhou Zhou knew the other party wasn't interested in hearing it. Gossip is all about twists and turns, so he decided to just tell them what they wanted to hear.
"Actually," Zhou Zhou murmured, looking up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, "it's because my heart is dead."
Ye Misheng's eyes lit up; this was exactly what he wanted to hear. "Why? Is it because your last marriage proposal failed?"
Zhou Zhou looked worried and shook his head painfully, saying, "Yes and no, Mi Sheng, do you know that I am actually your brother's biggest fan? When it comes to idols, I only follow him. The reason I initially chose to enter the entertainment industry was that I wanted to become a man like my idol."
"And then what happened?" Ye Misheng crumpled the bed sheet in her hands, eager to know what would happen next.
"Later, I had my first encounter with the movie star. That was the first time I saw him, and afterwards, I was completely smitten." Zhou Zhou sighed as she said this, "Unfortunately, fate played a cruel trick on me. He rejected me time and time again. That proposal was actually my last attempt. If it had succeeded, I was willing to abandon my current status and be with him..."
Zhou Zhou looked up and saw Ye Misheng listening intently with such unwavering faith, and chuckled, "Believe it? It's all fake. Actually, it was just that during the time after our marriage, I felt that Fu Hengzhi wasn't paying attention to me, so I deliberately pretended to be serious to annoy him."
Zhou Zhou certainly couldn't tell him the original owner's stories, so he just randomly picked out some memories and embellished them. He felt that this would be easier to explain, since he and Fu Hengzhi were still nominally together and he couldn't let the other party know that their marriage was a sham.
"...Huh? The proposal was also to spite President Fu?"
Ye Misheng stared blankly, "You think I'm my brother and we're going to Mantua together?"
Ye Misheng clearly didn't believe the second half of the sentence. If Fu Hengzhi hadn't come, how would the other party know if something might have happened between the two of them?
"Actually, it was all part of my plan." Zhou Zhou described himself as a scheming guy. "That day, I knew he was going to Mantu to meet a client, so I specifically timed it so I could bring you there to stake out him, all to make him jealous and then pay close attention to me!"
Zhou Zhou emphasized the end of his sentence, as if it were true. Seeing Ye Misheng's expression gradually becoming complicated, he walked over and sat down next to him, patting his shoulder. "I even used a self-inflicted injury trick... Misheng, I want to apologize to you. I used you to gain his attention. Now, I'm very happy."
Zhou Zhou felt that his image as a devoted lover was solid in the face of the villains.
"...It's okay." Strangely, Ye Misheng didn't know whether to believe it or not, but what the other person said seemed to make some sense.
"Alright, we've finished chatting. Should I get a driver to take you home, or should I treat you to a meal?" Zhou Zhou stood up and stretched his stiff back from sitting for so long. "How about a meal? Thanks for helping me move things today."
Zhou Zhou walked towards the bedroom door, his hand on the handle, and turned to look at Ye Misheng, who was still recovering from the story they had just heard. He was overjoyed.
How to survive in a world of melodramatic stories? Simply make your story even more melodramatic.
What kind of villain? They've got him figured out.
"Either is fine." Ye Misheng stood up, a little annoyed.
Zhou Zhou smiled and said, "Let's eat. The housekeeper isn't here, let's go out to eat."
Zhou Zhou opened the door, and her smile suddenly froze.
With a bang, the bedroom door was slammed shut, and the door frame and the French windows shook.
"?" Ye Misheng snapped out of her daze. "Brother Zhou, what's wrong?"
"I think I'm hallucinating." Zhou Zhou stared blankly at the door. It was a ghost. He thought he had just seen Fu Hengzhi standing at the door.
Zhou Zhou opened his phone and glanced at the time.
At this time of day, let alone going home for lunch?
Zhou Zhou gently opened the door again, and sure enough, it was there.
It's not a hallucination.
Sometimes fate is truly wondrous. The last time Fu Hengzhi saw Zhou Zhou and Ye Misheng alone in a room was just the night before last.
Zhou Zhou swallowed hard, eager to explain, afraid the other party would misunderstand again, "There's nothing between us!"
It's a bit like trying to hide something obvious.
Fu Hengzhi hummed in response, staring intently at Zhou Zhou with a complex expression, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.
Zhou Zhou had no idea when the other person returned home; there was no sound at all. Sure enough, living in a villa wasn't safe; you might not even know if a thief broke in.
"..." Ye Misheng's gaze shifted between Zhou Zhou and Fu Hengzhi. The two of them looked at each other but didn't even glance at him.
Ye Misheng felt that at this moment, there were only two words above his head.
Redundant.
I came here to listen to gossip, but I turned out to be the clown myself.
"Brother Zhou, I'm not eating, I'm going home." Ye Misheng had never suffered such humiliation outside before, and he couldn't help but feel a little dejected. "I'm leaving first, no need to see me off, I'll call the driver to pick me up."
After saying that, he put his hands in his pockets and hurriedly left, his mood completely different from when he arrived.
"Hey Misheng, come visit again next time you want to."
The only reply Zhou Zhou received was a drawn-out, frustrated "Ugh—"
Zhou Zhou withdrew his gaze, cleared his throat twice, feeling a little embarrassed. He didn't know when the other person had returned or whether they had heard his conversation with Ye Misheng inside the room.
"Mr. Fu, when did you get back?"
"Ten minutes ago."