Chapter 18: Transmigrated as a Cheapskate Phoenix Man (18)
Hearing this, Cen Yu instantly broke into a cold sweat, nearly dropping his phone!
He racked his brain left and right, firmly convinced he had acted out his drunken state flawlessly—there was no way Yu Xinyu could have noticed anything off… After turning it over in his mind, he decided it was best to be direct.
Leaning against the sofa, Cen Yu looked over at Yu Xinyu—
“What nonsense are you talking about?”
“It’s just that I felt… you seemed pretty sharp and clear-headed just now,” Yu Xinyu said with an aggrieved look. “When you collapsed against me at the door earlier, I could tell you weren’t completely passed out.”
“You still had the strength to support your own body.”
Hearing this, Cen Yu cursed inwardly.
Someone who was truly dead drunk would be as heavy as lead, dragging their full weight straight down.
He wasn’t actually that close with Yu Xinyu. Although he had collapsed onto the man, he had remained conscious, so his body physically couldn’t go completely limp without supporting itself at all… Besides, he genuinely couldn’t bring himself to dump his entire body weight onto Yu Xinyu.
Pondering for a moment, he blurted out—
“You couldn’t tell?”
“I didn’t want to go to that team dinner.”
“Besides, Lou Baichuan was there, which is just bad luck,” he continued, staying firmly in character, only to find Yu Xinyu simply sitting on his stool, staring right at him. It wasn’t until Cen Yu turned his gaze back that the man blinked and offered a subtle smile.
“Lou Baichuan?” Yu Xinyu asked. “Is he your boss?”
“You saw him today, didn’t you?” Cen Yu felt somewhat uncomfortable under Yu Xinyu’s gaze. Turning his body away, he prepared to take off the jacket that reeked of alcohol. “Just a total pretentious guy.”
—Bro, I’ve already acted this bottom-tier, give me a break!
Cen Yu screamed in his head, desperately hoping Yu Xinyu would hurry up and see through this scumbag’s disgusting nature, and quickly notice the group of high-quality men surrounding him instead!
“Mm,” Yu Xinyu’s voice came from behind Cen Yu.
“I don’t like him either.”
“…” Cen Yu fell silent for a moment.
He desperately wanted to turn around and crack open Yu Xinyu’s brain to see what was inside—he didn’t like Lou Baichuan?? Then who did he like?
Liked him?!
“Heh, well of course,” Cen Yu bit the bullet and said, “Good men like me are few and far between.”
“Whatever, I’m taking a shower first.” Cen Yu truly couldn’t keep up the act any longer.
He decided to make a run for it first.
Shrugging his shoulders, he pulled off his outer jacket, leaving only the black fitted T-shirt he wore as a base layer.
Cen Yu casually tossed his jacket onto the sofa. “Don’t use the washing machine for today’s clothes either! Clothes like this cost 500 yuan, wash them by hand for me!”
Having said that, he couldn’t stand staying there a second longer and fled straight back into his room like a refugee, grabbing a change of clothes before rushing into the bathroom.
Sitting on his stool, Yu Xinyu watched Cen Yu’s figure as the man spoke with his back turned to him.
He watched as Cen Yu took off his jacket, which pulled up his black T-shirt slightly along with it.
The black T-shirt seemed to have good elasticity, riding up a stretch as the jacket came off. By the time Cen Yu removed his outerwear, the T-shirt had already rolled up above his serratus muscles.
Turning sideways, Cen Yu tossed his jacket onto the sofa with one hand while using his other hand to immediately pull down the T-shirt that had rolled up over his ribs.
For a brief split second, the trumpet-blowing little angel alongside the snake bone across his lower abdomen flashed into Yu Xinyu’s line of sight before Cen Yu covered them back up with the hem of his T-shirt.
After spitting out those final words, the man’s ears flushed slightly red as he fled the room in near panic—
“So cute.”
Sitting on his stool, Yu Xinyu murmured under his breath.
“You’re so cute, baby.”
Saying this, he stood up, casually wiping his wet hands against the hem of his clothes a few times before slowly walking over to the front of the sofa.
He stood silently before the sofa for a short while until he heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Only then did he slowly bend down to pick up the jacket Cen Yu had tossed onto the couch.
It was a pullover knit sweater. Picking up the garment, Yu Xinyu reached out and stroked the collar—
He could catch a faint scent of alcohol, while only a tiny trace of the cedarwood body wash Cen Yu habitually used remained around the collar.
Underneath that were two extremely prominent perfume fragrances.
The scents of rum and patchouli, alongside warm tobacco and black tea.
Precisely one on each side, leaving behind the distinct scents of two different people. They were extremely faint, yet Yu Xinyu still picked up on those barely noticeable traces of cologne.
“Bitches,”
he said.
“Two total bitches.”
He crumpled Cen Yu’s jacket tightly in his grip, wishing the clothing in his hands could turn into a voodoo doll so that through this action, he could directly strangle those two people who harbored designs on Cen Yu.
—Lou Baichuan.
Yu Xinyu thought to himself, although that man didn’t express it as blatantly as Gao Lanyuan did, his attitude toward Cen Yu was extremely intriguing as well.
Yu Xinyu pondered for a moment. Hearing the flow of water in the bathroom gradually pause, he hurriedly tossed Cen Yu’s jacket into the laundry basin over there as well.
Just as he finished doing this, he saw Cen Yu—wearing only a pair of gray lounge pants—step out of the bathroom.
His bath towel was draped over his shoulders, and wet hair was still dripping water onto his skin.
Seemingly not expecting Yu Xinyu to be waiting right outside the bathroom, his expression flickered with surprise for a split second, and his hand wiping his hair paused briefly.
Yu Xinyu’s gaze slid past the beauty marks beneath Cen Yu’s eye down to his chest, which was wet from the water dripping off his hair.
A few droplets of water trailed down his sharply defined muscles, reaching his lower abdomen—where the snake bone and the rotten apple were tattooed.
The tail of the snake was hidden just beneath the waistband of his pants…
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, Cen Yu pulled his pants up slightly to cover a portion of the tattoo… The Yu Xinyu before him wore no smile on his face, his eyes dark and heavy, which felt genuinely unfamiliar to him.
Cen Yu pulled his bath towel down a bit to cover his chest properly.
“Something up? Blocking my way while I’m trying to change?” he said with intentional impatience.
This time, however, Yu Xinyu didn’t step aside. His face merely took on a bit more of a concerned expression…
“Hubby, I just suddenly remembered something,” Yu Xinyu said unexpectedly.
“?” Cen Yu found it odd, but still asked, “What is it?”
Yu Xinyu looked at Cen Yu, a trace of hesitation in his expression. “Maybe I’m overthinking it…” His voice suddenly grew hesitant and stammering.
“Even though it’s just my guess…”
“I can’t help feeling… does Lou Baichuan dislike you?” Having said this, he quickly corrected himself as if he had said something wrong. “Maybe I’m overthinking it. He’s your boss, how could he dislike you? Hubby, your work ability is so outstanding…”
Hahaha!
Hearing Yu Xinyu’s words, Cen Yu nearly burst out laughing out loud!
Disliking him was totally right! It proved the plot hadn’t veered off track at all!
Cen Yu patted Yu Xinyu’s shoulder with relief. “It’s fine if he dislikes me, I don’t like him anyway.”
As long as you two fall for each other, I’ll be totally satisfied!
