Fu Zheng never imagined that he would witness such a scene.
He had finally convinced himself that if Tao Zhi wasn’t gay, then so be it. With a bit of effort, he could bend him anyway. Tao Zhi’s personality wasn’t one to withstand persistent pursuit—he was definitely up for it. Fu Zheng had even steeled himself to shamelessly stick to him until he won Tao Zhi over and bent him.
And then?
What?
The guy who had rejected him just days ago, claiming he wasn’t gay, was now kissing another man at the school gate?
And that dog of a man was his own brother.
Fuck!
A fire erupted in Fu Zheng’s heart, spreading rapidly to his brain and burning away his reason.
Fuming with rage, he ground his teeth, his eyes bloodshot and veins bulging.
Fu Zheng was about to lose his mind.
Tao Zhi: “…”
Tao Zhi snapped sober the moment he glanced at him.
After dazedly looking up, he quickly fluttered his eyelashes and averted his gaze.
He had never encountered such a terrifying situation. Not only did his vision go dark, but his legs also turned to jelly. He was on the verge of slipping out of Fu Zheng’s arms— only to be hoisted back up by Fu Zheng in one swift motion.
A déjà vu scene.
It had happened last time during New Year’s at Wei Yu’s villa while they were cooking noodles.
But this situation was far more dire than before.
Tao Zhi was so frightened that he squeezed his eyes shut.
He didn’t dare open them, clamping them tightly as if to escape reality.
But Fu Zheng wouldn’t let him escape.
Amid his fury, the sliver of remaining reason hoped Tao Zhi would explain himself to him. Fu Zheng suppressed his anger and shouted, “Tao Zhi, say something.”
“Say something!”
As long as he could explain it clearly—for instance, if Tao Zhi said he had been seduced or forced by Fu Si Heng—Fu Zheng swore he would help beat Fu Si Heng to death.
Even if he had never promised Fu Si Heng anything, he would still beat him to death for Tao Zhi.
He swore!!!
“Let him go.” Just as Fu Zheng shouted at Tao Zhi, Fu Si Heng’s voice rang out as well.
At those words, Tao Zhi’s tightly shut eyes trembled slightly with his eyelashes.
It was as if he wanted to peek at the situation but hesitated.
Fu Zheng noticed and grew even more irritated. He turned his spearhead on Fu Si Heng, his words utterly impolite. “Who the hell are you?”
“Do you have any say here?!”
“Don’t you know who I am?” Fu Si Heng’s voice was calm and emotionless, a stark contrast to Fu Zheng.
Fu Zheng thought Fu Si Heng would pull rank as his older brother, but instead, he said, “I’m your roommate’s boyfriend.”
“Didn’t you just see? Why ask again?”
Fu Zheng: “?”
Tao Zhi: “…?”
No.
Fu Zheng was stunned, and Tao Zhi was dumbfounded.
He tremulously opened his eyes, his face full of shock and disbelief, along with—
Sa-save—save me… Could you not provoke him further? Can’t you see your brother is about to explode…
Aaaahhhh.
“Fuck you.”
He had been on the verge of exploding when he caught them kissing, but a thread of reason remained, hoping to hear Tao Zhi’s explanation. Yet Fu Si Heng’s simple two sentences ignited him completely.
Fu Zheng immediately released Tao Zhi and swung a fist at Fu Si Heng without hesitation.
Things happened too quickly.
Tao Zhi had no time to stop it. His pupils dilated, and his mouth opened slightly. “Fu…”
Fu Si Heng caught his fist.
The reversal happened in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, Fu Zheng was pinned against the car by Fu Si Heng.
Half his face pressed against the hard, cold car body, Fu Si Heng twisting his arm behind his back. His tone dripped with undisguised mockery. “You’ve never won a fight against me, yet you’re always so eager and useless. Want to count how many times I’ve beaten you?”
“Only an idiot learns nothing from it.”
Tao Zhi: “…”
Such cutting words.
Tao Zhi, who had never quarreled with anyone, was stunned.
Fu Zheng grew even angrier and struggled nonstop. “Fu Si Heng, you bastard, just you wait. I’ll kill you—damn it!”
Pain suddenly intensified in his arm, and cold sweat broke out on Fu Zheng instantly.
Fu Si Heng: “Keep yelling.”
Tao Zhi: “…”
“Fu… bro.” The “Fu” Tao Zhi hadn’t finished calling Fu Zheng turned into “Fu bro.”
His face was slightly awkward because he had genuinely worried Fu Si Heng might get beaten just now…
“How about… how about letting him go first? The three of us can talk it out properly?” Tao Zhi sneaked a glance at Fu Zheng’s pained, sweating expression and tentatively spoke up.
“Fine.”
Since Tao Zhi was pleading for him, Fu Si Heng naturally listened.
Fu Si Heng released his hand.
The next second, Fu Zheng’s fist smashed into Fu Si Heng’s face.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth—Fu Zheng had hit much harder than Fu Si Heng.
He had never calmed down, always holding back to counterattack. His chest heaved dramatically now, like a cornered rabid dog, eyes red-rimmed. “I like him! What the hell did you do to him? Why did you kiss him!”
He hadn’t even kissed him yet.
Yet Fu Si Heng dared… dared to touch him!
Fu Zheng clenched his teeth so hard they nearly cracked, eyes bulging with rage.
He felt like he had been cuckolded.
Tao Zhi was his!
“You should ask yourself what you’ve done to him.” Fu Si Heng wiped the blood from his mouth. “Wasn’t it you who sent him to my side?”
“You’re the idiot who moves too slow. Who can you blame?”
“I didn’t!” Fu Zheng roared, his bellow so loud that security guards came running from their booth to check the commotion.
Pedestrians on the roadside stopped to gawk and gossip.
Suddenly under so many stares, Tao Zhi desperately wanted to burrow into a hole in the ground.
