After two beeps, the other end of the line hung up.
Zhou Zhou hurriedly stopped Wang Kunxiang. Seeing the other man's angry expression, one would believe he was about to smash his phone.
"Kunxiang? You and Ye Misheng?" Zhou Zhou couldn't really be blamed. He was already very curious about the relationship between the two yesterday, and seeing it today only made his curiosity even more intense.
Wang Kunxiang probably intended to keep this to himself, but he's not that kind of person; it's always good to have someone to confide in.
“Zhou…” Wang Kunxiang sighed deeply, as if he had made a big decision, “I’m only telling you about this.”
[Author's Note: Wang Kunxiang: ~%%3F…%2C%23+*'☆%26℃%24︿★%3F]
Zhou Zhou: Is that true? That's so exciting!
No prize for guessing game: What did Wang Kunxiang say?
Why go to the balcony to answer the phone in Chapter 77?
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After listening to this heart-wrenching account, Zhou Zhou felt a mix of emotions. He couldn't understand why everyone who was heartbroken went to bars to drink. Why couldn't they just have a couple of drinks to enjoy themselves and stop while they got completely drunk and unconscious?
This experience is probably all too familiar to Wang Kunxiang. He was a little curious and asked, "Is Ye Misheng a professional bargain hunter?"
The same bar, the same time, the same Ye Misheng—the only difference was that Wang Kunxiang was single and no one caught him cheating, which allowed things to proceed smoothly.
Zhou Zhou pursed her lips and patted Wang Kunxiang, who was smoking silently in the car after recounting his unpleasant experience.
"Don't smoke... no, don't be sad."
“Zhou, you don’t understand. I’m not convinced. This is a matter of my dignity as a man.” Wang Kunxiang exhaled a puff of smoke.
"I understand, you're straight..."
"Even if I'm with a man, it's the one on top."
"..." Zhou Zhou was interrupted halfway through his sentence and shut his mouth in annoyance, thinking to himself, "Is this what you care about?"
Wang Kunxiang, who only wanted to be the one above, drove Zhou Zhou's BMW M back to the company, where Ye Misheng, who had come to visit, blocked him at the company entrance. Ye Misheng's V-neck shirt sleeves were rolled up to halfway up his forearms, and the watch on his wrist was sparkling in the sunlight. Zhou Zhou glanced at it for a moment and noticed that his watch face was inlaid with diamonds.
Zhou Zhou: "..." Human joys and sorrows are not shared; he only felt that the other person was rich.
Ye Misheng's gaze no longer lingered on Zhou Zhou; his attention was entirely on Wang Kunxiang. He even reached out and dusted off the dust on the other man's suit jacket.
"What the hell are you doing!" Touched like that, Wang Kunxiang reacted like a cat with its fur standing on end, taking a step back with his left foot in a clear offensive stance.
Seeing the difference in their physiques, Zhou Zhou was a little afraid that Ye Misheng might not be able to withstand Wang Kunxiang's punch.
"Don't fight, don't fight." Zhou Zhou hurriedly tried to break up the fight, and whispered in Wang Kunxiang's ear, "The other party came to you to resolve the problem, so be more friendly."
"Really?" Wang Kunxiang expressed his doubt.
Ye Misheng smiled at Zhou Zhou, who was explaining himself, then looked at Wang Kunxiang and called out in a light tone, "Mr. Wang, aren't you welcome?"
Since it's a business matter, there's really no need to make things so tense. Wang Kunxiang is a sensible man; no one would turn down money.
"Welcome." Wang Kunxiang still didn't have a friendly expression. Xiao Zhao and the senior security guard at the door stood straight and upright, afraid of offending their boss at this moment.
"Kunxiang, I'm going back now." Today's matters have been mostly resolved, and Zhou Zhou knows he can't help the other party with business matters. Staying here to watch the two of them confront each other... it's better for him not to get involved.
Wang Kunxiang didn't try to stop him, saying, "Alright, Zhou, you go back first."
Ye Misheng waved to Zhou Zhou in a friendly manner, "See you later, Brother Zhou."
It was like a minor incident; the car drove off and it was over in a flash. There weren't many cars on the road at that time. While waiting at a red light, Zhou Zhou shrugged and glanced back, a gesture he maintained until he got home.
But every time he turned around, there was no one there. The sun was still shining brightly in the sky, but Zhou Zhou felt a chill and his back went cold.
After opening the door, the huge villa was empty. Aunt Feng had probably gone out to buy ingredients for dinner again. Zhou Zhou looked at the empty room, pondered for a while, and then silently withdrew his foot from the threshold and sat down on the steps by the door to bask in the sun.
The feeling of being watched on the way back was too intense, but every time he turned around, he couldn't see anyone. In this world that couldn't be explained by materialism, Zhou Zhou was a little panicked. It would be better if he was actually being watched and followed, but he was afraid that it was something he couldn't see. That would be so creepy.
Zhou Zhou opened his phone's photo album in the sunlight, looking at the details of the pictures he had taken. The more he looked, the more likely his bold guess was true: the original owner of this body was him from a parallel world within the book. If he went even further, Zhou Zhou even suspected that he himself was the original owner. But if that were the case, what about his memories before he transmigrated into the book? Why were they so real?
A long car horn sounded outside the courtyard. Zhou Zhou watched as the black Maybach slowly drove up in front of him and blinked twice.
"Why are you sitting here?" Fu Hengzhi got out of the car, took a bouquet of red roses from the passenger seat, knelt down on one knee and presented them to the other person, "Baby, these are for you."
"..." Zhou Zhou felt inexplicably angry when he saw the other party's smiling face. He gave a forced smile and said, "Wow, hehe." Even so, he still took the rose into his arms.
Fu Hengzhi smiled upon seeing this, knowing that the other was still sulking about what happened last night. He got up and sat on the steps, hugging him and gently rubbing his nose against the other's neck. "Don't be angry. It was my fault. I won't do it again tonight."
No more tonight ≈ Continue tonight
Zhou Zhou rolled her eyes at him. "You're back really early today."
"I'll come back to be with you soon." Fu Hengzhi kissed his chin, seemingly intending to continue kissing him upwards.
Zhou Zhou pushed the other person's face away, looking at the bright expectation in the other person's eyes, her expression complicated, her tone doubtful, "Come back to be with me soon?"
"Hmm... sex is also a form of companionship." The intense passion that followed his first sexual experience was clearly only one-sided on President Fu's part.
"..." Zhou Zhou felt a sour feeling in a certain place when he thought about what happened last night. He muttered a few curses at him, got up, and walked into the room with the roses. "I have to write. I've been slacking off for several days. My readers will be cursing me."
Fu Hengzhi smiled at the other person's fleeing figure without saying anything. After parking the car, he walked into the villa and went straight to the bedroom.
Zhou Zhou never expected that Fu Hengzhi could be so lewd after he lost his virginity.
"Damn it! Can't you have some self-control?!" Zhou Zhou was pinned to the computer desk. After realizing what was happening, he forced himself to turn around while being restrained and tried to kick him, but he couldn't get away at all. Instead, the other person grabbed his ankle and adjusted his posture.
"Wife, I've been thinking about you all day." Fu Hengzhi always softened his tone at this point, saying in a low, muffled voice, "You don't even miss me, and you even hung up on me."
"..."
Damn it, what a mess! Zhou Zhou hated himself for being so soft-hearted, which gave the other party an opportunity. He had barely realized what was happening when he was already lying on his back on the bed.
Inside the house, a beautiful and vibrant scene unfolded once again.
"How about we sleep in separate rooms?" Afterwards, Zhou Zhou felt like she had lost half her life, although Fu Hengzhi had indeed toned it down compared to last night.
"Don't talk nonsense." Fu Hengzhi kissed his forehead, his hands still massaging the other's lower back.
“I’m not talking nonsense.” Zhou Zhou turned around, this position was more comfortable for the massage, and continued, “Haven’t you heard? Distance makes the heart grow fonder.”
Upon hearing this, Fu Hengzhi paused, then leaned in again and whispered in the other person's ear, "...Negative distance can also create beauty."
Zhou Zhou: "..." Get lost.
Her body was too weak to struggle anymore, and Zhou Zhou mentally considered settling scores with Fu Heng later.
Before the intimate moment could even begin, the phone on the bedside table rang. Seeing Fu Hengzhi's indifferent attitude, Zhou Zhou raised her hand and patted him.
"Answer the phone, your cell phone." The president's phone ringing is no joke; Zhou Zhou figured it was probably some business matter again.
Fu Hengzhi was extremely unhappy about being disturbed. He picked up the phone, glanced at the incoming call, and answered, "Hello, Dad."
It was Fu Hongjiang's phone call.
Zhou Zhou lay exhausted on the bed, her mind blank. Just as she was about to ask if something had happened to the elders, she felt a lightness on her body.
Fu Heng got out of bed, put on a bathrobe, and went to the balcony to answer the phone.
Zhou Zhou raised an eyebrow: "?" You have a problem.
Chapter Seventy-Eight: Please Stop Writing
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If it's a call from family, is there something he can't bear to hear? Zhou Zhou thought for a moment. If it were company business, Fu Hengzhi certainly wouldn't hide it from him. The fact that he was on the balcony to answer the phone meant it was most likely a private or family matter.
The phone call lasted quite a while. Zhou Zhou had rested in bed for a bit, but when she sat up, she still saw Fu Hengzhi's tall and straight back on the balcony. The glass sliding door was probably not closed properly, so although she couldn't hear what the other person was saying, it didn't stop the rapid-fire speech from reaching her ears.
"?" Zhou Zhou paused as he got out of bed to go to the bathroom. It was the first time he had seen the other person so talkative and excited. He simply put on a bathrobe and leaned against the headboard to wait for the other person to finish the call.
"..." Fu Hengzhi hung up the phone with mixed feelings. He entered the room with his phone in his hand, looking preoccupied. He saw Zhou Zhou leaning against the headboard, staring at him.
"Why did you sit up? Is anything bothering you?" Fu Hengzhi sat down next to him, put his arm around the other's waist and gently massaged it. Perhaps it was the influence of the phone call just now, but seeing the other person did not improve Fu Hengzhi's complicated mood, but instead added a layer of worry.
Zhou Zhou noticed the other person's slight frown, and not wanting to choose to ignore it, he blinked and asked directly, "Did Dad say something?"
Anticipating that the other party would ask about this, Fu Hengzhi had already prepared his words. After a moment of contemplation, he said softly, "Grandpa is about to celebrate his 80th birthday."
"Grandpa?" Zhou Zhou seemed to be hearing about this character for the first time. He tried hard to recall and confirmed that neither the original novel nor the original owner of the body had any connection with Fu Hengzhi's grandfather. "Seventy is a rare age, and eighty is a great age. Grandpa's eightieth birthday must be celebrated in a grand way."
"Yes, definitely." Fu Hengzhi responded, burying his head in the other's shoulder, and suddenly fell silent.
There must be a reason behind this unusual behavior. Zhou Zhou sensed a hint of helplessness in the other person's reaction, patted him on the shoulder, and asked softly, "Is something wrong?"
"It's a legacy issue." Fu Hengzhi stood up and looked into Zhou Zhou's eyes. "Do you remember our wedding day?"
“…Yes, I remember.” These memories were fragmented, but by piecing them together along the timeline, Zhou Zhou could still glimpse the overall situation at that time.
The wedding was not grand; it could even be described as a mere formality. The event was small in scale, with only a few family friends invited, totaling less than a hundred people, to witness the 'love' between the only son of the Fu family and the orphaned son of the Zhou family.
“Grandpa and Grandma weren’t here at the time.” Fu Hengzhi reached out and pinched the back of Zhou Zhou’s neck, then lowered his eyes and said, “Even though Mom, Dad, and I tried to persuade him several times.”
"Hmm..." Zhou Zhou could roughly guess what was going on. Why didn't the old man come? The reason probably lay with his daughter-in-law. Either he felt that her scholarly background made her unworthy of Fu Hengzhi, or it was because she was a man. Zhou Zhou thought the latter was more likely. As far as he knew, the law allowing same-sex marriage in this world hadn't been enacted for very long. The older generation's traditional thinking about heterosexual marriage was deeply ingrained, and they simply couldn't accept this marriage law, let alone the fact that Fu's only grandson was marrying a man.
"Can I not go?" The old man of the Fu family is already eighty years old, and Zhou Zhou is afraid that if she, as a daughter-in-law, goes, she will bring bad luck to him.
Fu Hengzhi shook his head. He knew the other party would only give in on this matter. "Dad called about this. He and Mom discussed it, and in the end, they still hope you go." It was more of a big argument than a discussion. You could say Duan Yun was the one pulling Fu Hongjiang's ear and making a scene. When the call came in, Fu Hengzhi could still hear Fu Hongjiang coaxing his wife and Duan Yun throwing a tantrum.
"Even an ugly daughter-in-law has to meet her in-laws, and a son's wife has to meet his grandparents! All this time, we've been frequently going home to talk to our parents, trying to get them to accept Xiaozhou!"
"Oh dear, honey, I know, stop pulling my ear! I was just calling Xiaoheng... Hey, Xiaoheng."
"..." In order to save face for his elderly father in front of his wife, Fu Hengzhi ultimately chose to answer the phone on the balcony.
“Then I’ll go.” Since things had come to this point, it wouldn’t be appropriate for Zhou Zhou not to go. Looking at Fu Hengzhi’s worried expression, she smiled softly, “I will do my best in front of Grandpa and Grandma.”
"Mmm." Fu Hengzhi hugged him. "I'm afraid your grandparents will make things difficult for you."
Zhou Zhou hugged him, "I believe in you, as long as you're here."
As it turned out, trusting the other party resulted in being dragged into another in-depth conversation. By the end, Zhou Zhou's head was buzzing. If Aunt Feng hadn't called for dinner halfway down the stairs, he felt Fu Hengzhi could have continued.
After dinner, Zhou Zhou had to get back to work. Recently, he had been focusing all his energy on that serious drama novel, and his neglect of work to chase after celebrities had drawn widespread dissatisfaction from netizens. Before dinner, when he logged onto Weibo, his private chat and comment sections were flooded with the two big characters.
Please update!
President Fu was in his study this time, a unique situation. He knew that if he continued to make a scene with his wife, they might really have to sleep in separate rooms tonight.
There was no noise in the bedroom except for the tapping of the keyboard. Zhou Zhou continued the description from the previous paragraph—
I really didn't expect him to call the police. In front of the police, I swore repeatedly that I wasn't a pervert, and finally I was released after writing a guarantee.