Chapter 6
Xia Fengsheng: o.o
Xia Fengsheng: O.O
He had already lost count of how many times he had made that face today.
With things like “darling” and “you got scared, huh?” spilling out of his mouth, Song Yu came charging straight at him.
Bang! Crash!
A huge noise rang out, the chair toppled onto the floor, and the dorm room instantly descended into chaos.
Shi Ye took several long strides forward and yanked Xia Fengsheng out in one pull.
Xia Fengsheng tilted his head up to look at him.
Shi Ye: O.O
Xia Fengsheng: …
He had successfully unlocked the matching shocked expression.
Though he had already been pulled away, those arms that had kept tightening around Xia Fengsheng’s waist still lingered in his mind.
“Who the hell are you?!” Song Yu demanded.
Shi Ye dragged Xia Fengsheng behind him and blocked him completely.
He did not waste words with Song Yu. As for how many steps it took to stuff an elephant into a fridge—he skipped straight to crumpling Song Yu up, opening the door, shutting it again, and tossing him outside.
The whole set of actions flowed as smoothly as clouds and water. It was only after being driven out that Song Yu finally came back to his senses.
“He… just now you—!” Shi Ye’s face was flushed red with anger, and he pointed at the door panel, too incoherent to get his words out.
For quite a while, he could not speak properly.
His hand mimicked Song Yu’s earlier movements, as if accusing him of some vile crime. His tone was completely different from before, and his whole person erupted.
“Who is he? The Friday you keep on the side?!”
A slow “?” rose above Xia Fengsheng’s head.
Who was talking?
He looked at Shi Ye’s open mouth.
Was it you?
Then who had been speaking to him just now?
Or could it be that the jacket he was wearing could talk?
Why did his voice sound completely different?
Forget Shi Ye not knowing why Song Yu had suddenly rushed in to hug him—even Xia Fengsheng himself did not know.
And Song Yu, who had been thrown outside the door, was now shrieking wildly.
He had thought he had come early enough. How was there still someone else in Xia Fengsheng’s dorm?
He pounded both fists against the door:
“Who are you?! I’m asking you, who are you?! Why are you in Xia Fengsheng’s dorm!”
“What are you doing in there? Open the door right now! Don’t blame me for getting nasty if you don’t!”
“Open the door, hear me? Otherwise I’m calling the police!”
“OPEN THE DOOR!!! OPEN THE DOOR!!!!!”
“……”
After shouting for a while, the person outside suddenly went quiet. He had probably left.
If he called the police over something this minor, the police would only arrest him for making a false report.
The next second, the doorknob turned.
Song Yu appeared brightly at the door. “Darling.”
Bang—
Shi Ye slammed the door shut again, black lines all over his face.
He had not left. He had simply discovered the door was not locked.
Song Yu’s strange appearance made Xia Fengsheng curious about his suspicious behavior.
Why was he calling him darling?
Or was it someone else who had eaten the mushrooms after all?
Ever since he had “lost his memory,” it felt like everyone around him had become abnormal.
“Let him in,” Xia Fengsheng said. He needed to know the man’s motive.
Shi Ye turned back and gave him a deep look.
“What?” Xia Fengsheng asked.
“Put your pants on first.” Shi Ye turned his head away.
Xia Fengsheng: ?
He looked down. His two pale, fine-skinned legs were standing bare in the air.
Only then did Xia Fengsheng realize that from the moment he met Shi Ye, he had not been wearing any pants at all.
The dorm was a two-person room. Xia Fengsheng and He Qiang were both grown men, and neither ever looked at the other much.
Sleeping without pajama bottoms was something both of them did. It had become second nature, so when he met Shi Ye, he had not felt that anything was wrong.
Xia Fengsheng was in finance, but his living expenses were extremely tight.
Everything cost too much, so in daily life he economized wherever he could. Shirts he had worn so long they could no longer be ironed smooth, he would reuse as sleepwear.
Clothes make the man, saddle makes the horse.
As much as possible, the clothes he wore outside were bought at the most expensive level he could afford. The shirt fabric was good, so it felt especially comfortable worn as pajamas.
If he was not wearing pants, why had no one said so sooner?!
Xia Fengsheng rarely lost his composure in front of others. He hurried over to the pile of clothes, dug out a pair of pants, and pulled them on.
Once he was dressed, Song Yu was let in.
The moment he entered, he shot Shi Ye a fierce glare. Like he had swallowed a firecracker, he exploded in rapid-fire bursts.
“Who are you?!” A whole huge lump of a man.
Shi Ye’s face was equally cold. “I haven’t even asked who you are yet.”
His face was dark as the bottom of a pot. When Shi Ye had a cold expression, there was no connecting him at all to the bright, cheerful, peach-blossom-eyed puppy he was when he smiled.
They were completely two different people.
“Who am I? I’m Xia Fengsheng’s boyfriend.” Song Yu strode forward a few steps and demanded, “I haven’t even asked you yet—why are you showing up in my boyfriend’s dorm this early in the morning?”
“Your boyfriend?” Shi Ye gave a snort of laughter, not believing a word of it.
Really, once he opened his mouth, any nonsense could come out.
Song Yu’s looks were not Xia Fengsheng’s type at all.
Xia Fengsheng liked beauty like his.
“If you’re his boyfriend, then what am I?” Shi Ye asked.
Song Yu froze. “What do you mean?”
Could it be the two of them had crashed into the same style?
“You mean you’re dating Xia Fengsheng?”
Shi Ye did not answer, but silence at this moment spoke louder than words. The answer was obvious.
“Impossible! I’m Xia Fengsheng’s boyfriend,” Song Yu said.
“I am,” Shi Ye shot back.
The two glared coldly at each other. Sparks crackled in the air as if currents were battling, and the next second they both turned to look at Xia Fengsheng.
Xia Fengsheng: ?
“Why are you both looking at me? Two people are enough for a budget meal order.”
Neither Shi Ye nor Song Yu, both rich second-generation heirs, had any idea what pinhaofan was. They looked at each other blankly.
He really was playing the lute to cows.
Xia Fengsheng looked at the two of them and stated a fact.
“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe neither of you is my boyfriend?”
“Impossible! ×2”
Song Yu said, “One of the two of us has to be your boyfriend.”
Even a fifty-percent chance was still a chance.
“So either I’m dating you, or I’m dating him?” Xia Fengsheng asked.
Did he absolutely have to be dating someone?
“Yes!” Song Yu said.
Xia Fengsheng: Wow.
The two of them instantly drew swords and bent bows again.
Hearing Shi Ye claim to be Xia Fengsheng’s boyfriend, Song Yu pointed at his nose and cursed, “You’re lying. Stop spouting nonsense here.”
“I go to the same school as Xia Fengsheng. Setting aside that I was dating him first, I’ve never even seen you at Jing University.”
That sentence was half true, half false.
During his year at Jing University, he had quietly kept an eye on Xia Fengsheng the whole time.
As long as Xia Fengsheng was on campus, he would think of ways to see him. There had never been anyone like this man by Xia Fengsheng’s side, and Xia Fengsheng had never once mentioned him.
Now this person had appeared out of nowhere claiming to be Xia Fengsheng’s boyfriend. He would have to be an idiot to believe it.
And before this, he had even asked Xia Fengsheng whether he was seeing anyone. The answer he got had been no.
The person in front of him was a complete fraud.
Song Yu piled on another layer. “I have proof that we’re in a relationship. Do you?”
As he spoke, he pulled out Xia Fengsheng’s lost phone from his backpack.
Xia Fengsheng’s eyes widened slightly.
There was a crack in the upper-right corner of the screen, caused by it falling off the bed.
He was not mistaken. The phone in Song Yu’s hand was indeed the one he had lost.
“This is Xia Fengsheng’s phone. Back when the two of us had a fight, he left it at my place.”
Song Yu spoke as if everything had a nose and eyes, making it sound perfectly convincing.
Using some unknown method, he had cracked the phone’s lock-screen password. He smoothly keyed in the numbers and unlocked it.
“I know Xia Fengsheng’s lock-screen password. Do you?”
“Photos can be edited together, but private things can’t be faked.” He added that on purpose, clearly to block the other party from bringing out some photo of the two of them.
At first, all Song Yu had thought was that he had picked up Xia Fengsheng’s phone and could use returning it as an excuse to ask him out in the future.
Who would have thought Xia Fengsheng would lose his memory? After seeing the help post he had submitted to the confession wall, Song Yu changed his plan.
He spent a bit of money at a phone repair place to crack the lock-screen password.
Then on the second day after Xia Fengsheng was discharged from the hospital, he came looking for him.
Song Yu flaunted himself triumphantly, showing off his evidence. “And there’s more.”
He reached out and opened WeChat, searching for himself among Xia Fengsheng’s contacts by keyword.
“Kissy Boyfriend.”
The next second, Song Yu’s WeChat account popped up.
Xia Fengsheng: Wow.
Song Yu held the phone out in front of Shi Ye.
“If we hadn’t had a fight a few days ago and I hadn’t gotten mad enough to delete the chat history, I could even pull it up and show it to you right now.”
Everything sounded so persuasive.
If Xia Fengsheng had not been faking amnesia, he might almost have believed it himself.
The lock-screen password was simply too real.
So when he fell down from upstairs that day, his phone had not actually been lost—it had been taken by Song Yu.
He and Song Yu could not really be considered close. At best, he barely remembered his face and could call out his name.
The two of them had only met a few times outside of academic discussions. Because Song Yu had never troubled him—and even if he had, he would politely thank him afterward—Xia Fengsheng had not sent him the academic-beggar message-bombing text last night.
He had never expected the man to have quietly changed his contact remark without him even noticing.
“You say you’re Xia Fengsheng’s boyfriend too. Where’s your proof?” Song Yu looked like a victorious fighting rooster, imposing beyond measure.
Shi Ye was struck speechless. Looking at the remark Xia Fengsheng had given Song Yu, he even seemed to short-circuit for a moment.
Song Yu pressed the advantage. “I can even swear it before the God of Wealth.”
“……”
Xia Fengsheng sucked in a sharp breath.
My god, an atheist.
As a finance student, Song Yu actually dared to make such a venomous oath. If his family found out, he would be instantly promoted to unfilial descendant.
Then again, there was probably nothing he would not dare. Song Yu came from money, and his family did not need him to earn it himself. Of course he dared to swear like that.
Damn evil rich second generation.
Xia Fengsheng glanced at the back of Shi Ye’s head.
You too.
“I’ve got plenty of proof in hand that Xia Fengsheng and I are dating. You can’t produce a single thing. Who’s right and who’s wrong is already settled.”
Song Yu stood smugly in front of Shi Ye, only to discover that even standing on tiptoe, he barely reached the man’s brow bone. Forcing himself to stay calm, he said, “I’ve seen plenty of your type. Taking advantage of someone while they’re in trouble, worming your way in when they’re vulnerable. The kind of person I look down on most is exactly someone like you!”
Xia Fengsheng: …
What a hearty and satisfying scene of me cursing myself out.
Still, it was rather unexpected—Shi Ye did not say a single word in rebuttal.
He simply stood there and listened quietly.
“Do you think Xia Fengsheng is the kind of shallow person who only cares about a face and a body?” Song Yu jabbed forcefully at Shi Ye’s shoulder, only to find it hard as iron, impossible to move.
So he changed targets, turned his head, glanced at Shi Ye’s backpack, and sneered, “There’s even a little cartoon charm hanging off your bag.”
Xia Fengsheng had not noticed it before, but now he followed Song Yu’s gaze. Beneath Shi Ye’s cold, hard, cool-guy outfit, there was actually a tiny brown plush bear charm hanging from his backpack—utterly at odds with his whole aura.
The little bear had a sturdy little body and was posed in a ballet kick, wearing a fluffy ballet tutu around its waist.
The doll was extremely cute, with big black innocent eyes and a chubby ball-like body.
Shi Ye’s face darkened. His big hand closed around the little bear charm. “What I hang on my bag is none of your business.”
Song Yu looked as though he had seen through everything. He let out a sneer and said in a mocking, yin-yang tone:
“Dressing all tough on the outside, leather jacket and chains and all that. Tall and broad, but secretly I like tiny cute things, hanging a little teddy bear charm off my backpack. Everyone come look, I’m sooo contrasting and sooo cute.”
Shi Ye’s face gradually turned red. “You—!”
Song Yu gave an “eh” and said, “Bro, I get you. I used to be a green tea type too.”
“……”
