Liu Shengqing liked him?
Chu Yi was a bit surprised. He did not think he had done anything to mislead Liu Shengqing. How could this person suddenly like him…
Chu Yi had subconsciously forgotten the times he and Liu Shengqing came and went together on the Film Crew, and even the fact that he had saved Liu Shengqing. There was no helping it—he had saved countless people in his previous life and this one. A mere incidental small matter truly did not stay on his mind.
In his previous life, he had no fixed abode and was very casual about his personal image: messy hair, a bushy beard. He had the air of an Expert, but no one would “repay him with their body.”
This life was different. Not only did Lin Hang remind him to pay attention to his image, but the makeup artists on the Film Crew, thrilled at the sight of him, would also help tidy him up on the side.
His features were already striking, with long legs and height, plus that calm and steady demeanor—as if nothing happening before his eyes could change his expression. It was no wonder that more and more people were drawn to him.
However, Chu Yi still firmly rejected Liu Shengqing. Not to mention that a certain person’s figure had already faintly taken shape in his heart, even if there was no one, he could not possibly accept Liu Shengqing.
“Yi Ge, Yi Ge…” Liu Shengqing chased after him in a daze for a stretch until Chu Yi entered the villa district gates, where he was stopped by the security guards.
“Why?” Liu Shengqing gazed at that person’s cold and unyielding back, his clear whites of the eyes gradually filling with red veins.
They said that longing for what one could not have was the most tormenting. Chu Yi was Liu Shengqing’s first love, the one who had given him warmth and protection—things he had never felt from his mother, who was obsessed with marrying into wealth.
To suddenly bestow it and then abruptly withdraw was even harder to accept than never having it at all!
Liu Shengqing was not the type to let go easily when he could not obtain something. The education he received was to strive for it if he could not get it, by any means necessary. Chu Yi’s rejection would only ignite the paranoia and darkness in his heart, potentially driving him into a dead end…
Chu Yi knew none of this. He only knew that Liu Shengqing had waited outside the villa until nightfall, nearly freezing stiff, and still did not leave.
Later, the gatehouse called him, saying Liu Shengqing had fainted. He did not compromise and simply had them call an ambulance for him.
Yu Family.
Yu Fengqing received a call from Liu Shengqing’s mother and hung up irritably.
“Whose call was that?” Big Brother Yu frowned, somewhat disapproving of his second sister’s actions.
Yu Fengqing subconsciously glanced at Mrs. Yu, who was cutting fruit in the kitchen, and pouted. “Who else? That woman surnamed Liu calling for the old man.”
Everyone knew the old man was either at parties for fun or enjoying himself with other women. Calling their home was just to spite whom?
Yu Qingxian, who had been following the matter closely, knew a bit and curled his lips. “Liu Shengqing seems to have fallen ill from the cold.”
Yu Fengqing: “Little brother, how do you know?” That woman had seemed to say someone was in the hospital, but she had not listened carefully.
Big Brother Yu: “Fallen ill from the cold? The weather these days does make it easy to catch a cold from freezing, but is he an idiot? Doesn’t he know to go home late at night?”
Yu Qingxian: “Who knows.”
He felt not a shred of sympathy for Liu Shengqing. Forget their naturally opposing statuses—even if Liu Shengqing had not wanted to force Chu Yi to yield through his own pitiable state, he would not have held out until hospitalization.
Chu Yi’s ruthlessness delighted him, but thinking that Chu Yi had rejected him just as firmly made Yu Qingxian unable to smile.
Two days later, it was the Yu Patriarch’s major birthday. The gates of the Yu Family Mansion stood wide open, luxury cars streaming in and out endlessly. Those entering to offer birthday wishes were either prominent figures from politics and business or big shots from the Xuan Arts World.
Yu Qingxian wore an exquisite formal suit and greeted guests at the mansion entrance alongside his big brother, second sister, and cousin.
“Why hasn’t Chu Yi come yet?” After a long while, seeing that most guests had arrived, Big Brother Yu looked toward his younger brother.
He had already taken for granted that something was going on between Chu Yi and his younger brother. Who else would he ask?
“He might have been held up by something.” Yu Qingxian’s expression dimmed somewhat. Chu Yi had returned to the Capital City but had not contacted him at all. Had not that person said he would give him a Cultivation Manual? Had he changed his mind and decided not to come?
Only Ouyang Yuyuan secretly checked his phone, grimaced for a bit, then put it away and smiled at the two. “Big Cousin, you all go in first. Leave the rest to me.”
Yu Zhensheng trusted him completely. “Alright, thanks for the trouble.”
With that, he patted his shoulder and led his younger brother and sister inside.
Once their figures vanished beyond the gates, Ouyang Yuyuan scurried to the entrance. The person at the door presenting an invitation and registering was none other than Chu Yi.
However, his outfit today differed greatly from usual: a heavy gray suit coat full of gravitas, topped with a beret. If not for his face, one might think he was over thirty.
