Daily Life of Being Turned Gay by the Male Lead After Transmigrating into an Apocalypse – CH142

Chapter 142: Why?

Jiang Lin’s gaze drifted back toward Lin Xiao and Su Mubai.

Lin Xiao was carefully nudging a piece of boneless fish toward the rim of Su Mubai’s bowl, his chopsticks hovering in midair as he hesitated over whether to drop it in.

Sensing the movement, Su Mubai lowered his eyes and gave a subtle, almost imperceptible nod.

A goofy, delighted grin instantly bloomed across Lin Xiao’s face, and he eagerly placed the tender fish into Su Mubai’s bowl.

Jiang Lin screamed silently in her mind. What kind of loyal golden-retriever energy is this?! It’s way too cute! She bit her lip to force down a squeal, quietly shifting her eyes to the other side of the table. Jiang Jue was ladling a bowl of steaming meatball soup, gently pushing it in front of Chu Yang.

Chu Yang smiled, his eyes crinkling into bright crescents, and picked up the spoon without a second thought. The interaction between the two was as natural and effortless as breathing.

As if sensing her stare, Jiang Jue lifted his gaze, sweeping a cool glance in her direction.

His dark eyes were calm and unreadable, yet the look sent an immediate shiver down Jiang Lin’s spine. She ducked her head instantly, pretending to be completely absorbed in picking tiny bones from her fish, though the corner of her mouth gave a guilty twitch.

Once the intimidating pressure lifted, she let out a quiet breath of relief. Nudging Li Yu with her elbow, she whispered excitedly, “Still… you have to admit, handsome guys look amazing together. The contrast in their builds, their personalities, the whole dynamic… it’s like a match made in heaven! I can’t take it anymore—this dinner isn’t just food, it’s pure sweetness!”

Li Yu stared across the table with starry eyes, her voice a mix of delight and tragic regret. “Seriously… look at Brother Lin’s tall build, Little Bai’s cool aloofness, the boss’s calm aura of control, and Chu Yang’s bright, sunny charm… How is it that every single top-tier guy on this team is taken internally? What a waste! Back before the fall, any one of them would have been the most popular guy on campus. Now? They’re all off the market, and they’ve paired off with each other!”

Jiang Lin rolled her eyes and tapped the back of Li Yu’s hand with the flat of her chopsticks. “Listen to you complain. I’m only venting because I’m single, but you? Count your blessings! Brother Wang is handsome, dependable, and treats you like a queen. You should be grinning from ear to ear.”

Hearing that, Li Yu turned to look at Wang Qiang sitting beside her. He was thoroughly engrossed in gnawing on a chicken leg, a smear of savory sauce stuck to the corner of his mouth. Comparing him to the two striking couples across the table, she pursed her lips and muttered under her breath, “Well… I used to think my Brother Qiang was the rugged, manly type. But wow, the contrast right now is painful…” She paused, quickly reassuring herself, “Then again… Brother Qiang is reliable, steady, and totally devoted to me. He has plenty of great qualities! I’m very happy with him!” She nodded firmly, as if trying to convince herself.

Watching her switch from complaining to bragging about her relationship in a split second, Jiang Lin rolled her eyes again with a wry smirk.

At that moment, Li Yu’s attention was drawn back to Lin Xiao and Su Mubai. Leaning close to Jiang Lin’s ear, she lowered her voice and asked with barely contained excitement, “Hey, Linlin… between Brother Lin and Little Bai, who do you think takes the lead?”

Jiang Lin’s inner gossip sparked instantly at the bold question, her eyes widening. She narrowed her gaze, sizing up the two men across the table like a seasoned detective.

Lin Xiao stood at a towering 188 centimeters, broad-shouldered and powerfully built. Even sitting down, the lean muscle under his T-shirt gave off an unmistakable sense of raw strength. Su Mubai, on the other hand, sat with pristine posture, exuding a cool, distant grace. He stood around 178 centimeters, his frame leaner and more delicate, with clean, sharp lines along his neck and wrists.

“Look at that size difference… and the physical presence…” Jiang Lin analyzed in a hushed tone, discreetly gesturing under the table. “Brother Lin has to be the dominant one, right? Look at that build and the strength in his arms. He definitely has that protective energy. Even though Little Bai is aloof, physically speaking, he seems… well, softer.”

“Not necessarily!” Li Yu countered immediately, her eyes lingering on Su Mubai’s sharp profile. “Little Bai has the aura of an icy, arrogant powerhouse! Look at how careful Lin Xiao is around him right now—one look from Little Bai and he freezes up. He’s totally wrapped around his finger! That’s cold-blooded control right there. What does height matter? Presence is everything!”

“But look at how attentively Brother Lin takes care of him! That’s total top behavior!”

“That’s just loyal-puppy behavior! A devoted guy can still be yielding behind closed doors!”

“Come on, look at how cool and untouchable Little Bai acts toward him—he’s clearly an aloof, pampered queen!”

“Wrong! That’s called an icy, composed leader! The colder they seem on the outside, the more possessive they are on the inside!”

The two got increasingly swept up in their debate, their voices rising unconsciously as they gestured with flushed cheeks and wild imaginations.

Chu Yang, who was happily chewing on a chicken wing, overheard the hushed murmurs and caught their animated gestures. Turning around in curiosity, he asked, “What secret are you two whispering about? Why are you giggling like that, and why are your faces so red?”

Li Yu and Jiang Lin froze instantly, as if someone had hit a pause button.

The next second, both women snapped upright, schooling their features into the most innocent expressions they could muster.

Li Yu quickly shoved a mouthful of stir-fried vegetables into her mouth, mumbling around her food, “Nothing! Nothing at all! We were just saying how incredible Sister Wang’s cooking is!”

Jiang Lin grabbed her water glass and took a huge gulp, only to choke on the liquid. Coughing through her fluster, she tried to play it cool: “Right! The… the water is really refreshing too!”

Chu Yang narrowed his eyes, studying their flushed, guilty faces with deep suspicion. Something definitely felt off.

Still, the fragrant platter of spicy shrimp on the table proved far more enticing. Shaking his head, he decided not to pry and turned back to his meal.

After a few more rounds of drinks, Chu Yang’s cheeks were flushed with a rosy warmth, his eyes slightly glazed. He reached across the table to grab the liquor bottle once again.

Before his fingers could wrap around the glass neck, a large, well-defined hand pressed firmly down on the bottle.

“Yangyang, that’s enough.” Jiang Jue’s voice was quiet, but carried calm, absolute authority.

Chu Yang pouted, whining slightly with drunken stubbornness, “Brother Jiang… just one more little pour, just one last cup… I’m really happy today…”

Jiang Jue didn’t argue. He simply arched an eyebrow, his dark gaze resting on Chu Yang’s flushed face before flicking to the half-empty bottle on the table.

Under that steady, knowing look, Chu Yang felt a sudden wave of guilt. The memory of his splitting hangover headache from the previous incident flashed through his mind, making him shiver and instantly sobering him up.

Withdrawing his hand with a deflated sigh, he muttered, “Fine, fine… no more alcohol for me.”

Lin Xiao kept his own drinking strictly under control as well, only taking a polite sip whenever a toast was called. Nearly all of his attention was fixed on Su Mubai, watching his reactions and anticipating his every move.

Su Mubai spoke very little, eating quietly with graceful, measured manners.

Only when Lin Xiao picked up food for him too frequently, turning his rice bowl into a small mountain, would Su Mubai lift his head to cast a cool, warning glance at him.

Whenever that happened, Lin Xiao would freeze, sitting up straight like a reprimanded schoolboy. Yet his fingers would still nervously fiddle with his chopsticks, his eyes unable to stay away from Su Mubai for more than a few seconds.

Daily Life of Being Turned Gay by the Male Lead After Transmigrating into an Apocalypse