Chapter 63: Pursuing Again Part 1

Both Fu brothers had come to Wei Yu’s bar to drown their sorrows.

And they both looked as if they had just gone through a breakup.

That was what Wei Yu thought.

Because the past two weeks had been extremely bizarre.

First, Fu Zheng had come to his bar. He sat alone at the bar counter, getting dead drunk, downing one glass after another with a foul expression on his face. He cursed away anyone who tried to chat him up, even got into arguments that caused a scene.

Wei Yu hadn’t wanted to deal with him at first, but given the situation, he was truly afraid Fu Zheng would wreck the entire bar if he didn’t intervene. With no other choice, he sat beside him and tried to talk him down, asking what had happened.

By then, Fu Zheng was already so drunk he was barely coherent, repeating the same line over and over: How could he be straight? What part of him looks straight? Wei-ge, tell me, what part of him is straight?

Wei Yu at the time: “?”

He was utterly baffled and had no idea what Fu Zheng was talking about. He puzzled over it for a long time without figuring it out. When he finally snapped back to reality, he found Fu Zheng had passed out cold.

With no other option—and considering their faint familial ties—Wei Yu had the bar staff take him upstairs to rest.

After that, Fu Zheng never came back, and Wei Yu didn’t think much of it. He just figured the kid had been hurt by someone.

Young people had those kinds of troubles all the time. It was normal.

Wei Yu went about managing his bar business as usual.

Then, not even a week later—no, it had only been three or four days. Same bar, same counter, even the same spot. Fu Si Heng was pouring one glass after another down his own throat.

Wei Yu: “???”

Brothers, I can’t read you guys anymore.

Wei Yu’s mood was incredibly complicated, but thankfully, Fu Si Heng was far more dignified than Fu Zheng.

He didn’t cause a ruckus or babble nonsense. He just silently downed glass after glass, clearly drowning his sorrows.

That really piqued Wei Yu’s curiosity.

He had a ridiculous guess: the person making both brothers drown their sorrows like this was probably the same one. But the thought had barely formed when he dismissed it as absurd. Not to mention Fu Si Heng—hadn’t he personally sent Fu Zheng’s classmate right to Fu Si Heng’s side?

So why was Fu Zheng drinking himself silly?

And hadn’t Fu Si Heng been getting along great with that little guy?

Why was he drinking too?

Wei Yu couldn’t figure out what was going on with them. After hesitating for a bit, he dawdled over to Fu Si Heng’s side and casually asked, “What’s up? Got time to hang out today?”

“Drinking alone is boring. Let’s chat. Oh, right—how’s that classmate of Fu Zheng’s been lately? You haven’t mentioned him.”

Fu Si Heng: “.”

He stepped right on a landmine. Fu Si Heng couldn’t be bothered with him, not even sparing him a glance as he drained the half glass of whiskey in front of him.

Wei Yu: “???”

Fu Si Heng had just set down his glass when the bartender immediately handed him a freshly mixed one.

“Enough, enough—no more for him. How much has he had already?” Wei Yu shooed the bartender away. “Drinking in the middle of the day? I’m done. No work today?”

Fu Si Heng didn’t say a word.

“Fu Zheng came by my place a few days ago too.”

Fu Si Heng showed zero reaction. Still ignoring him.

Wei Yu: “…”

“Fine, I’ll show you something.” Wei Yu pulled out his phone from his pocket.

He had just unlocked it when he finally heard Fu Si Heng’s voice.

Coldly: “Whatever Fu Zheng broke in your bar, go get it from him.”

Wei Yu: “?”

“Hah.” Wei Yu laughed at that. “Where’s he gonna get money from right now? Everyone knows Second Young Master Fu’s been broke lately, scrambling for ways to make cash everywhere. You two ganging up on me or what? Anyway—”

Realizing he’d veered off-topic, Wei Yu yanked it back. “Off track. I wanted to show you a photo. Been meaning to ask you about it since morning.”

Fu Si Heng: “No interest.”

“You will.” Wei Yu corrected him. “It’s your girlfriend—no, your boyfriend.”

Fu Si Heng: “?”

Fu Si Heng finally looked up, giving Wei Yu a glance. “What photo?”

Wei Yu: “…”

Ugh, it’s like a damn keyword trigger. He’d said so much, and Fu Si Heng hadn’t batted an eye. But mention “boyfriend,” and his whole demeanor changed.

Even if he hadn’t dated before, now that he finally was—no need to treasure him that much, right?

Wei Yu couldn’t help rolling his eyes before handing over the phone.

Fu Si Heng took it, glanced down, and his gaze froze the instant it landed on the person in Wei Yu’s photo.

It was a photo of Tao Zhi.

No—more precisely, a photo of Tao Zhi in female attire.

In the evening forest, the sunset’s amber glow filtered through the treetops, sprinkling faint light behind Tao Zhi.

He wore a light green strapless short dress.

The cinched waist with white ties accentuated his slender figure. Up top, his chest—probably padded—showed a slight curve.

His fair collarbone was exquisitely beautiful, adorned with leaf accessories whose tips caught the light, falling onto his snow-white, rounded shoulders.

Standing in that forest, Tao Zhi’s eyes were clear and soft. The silk tie at his hair’s end swayed gently in the wind, like an elf, a fairy, a fawn who had wandered into the mortal world.

Even just the behind-the-scenes shots were this pretty and cute.

…

But he really went and did modeling.

Fu Si Heng stared at the photos, his fingers gradually tightening.

After a long moment, he glanced sideways and saw who had sent the set.

Wei Yu’s contact was saved as Rong Huai.

Fu Si Heng didn’t know him, but he figured this was the guy who had given Tao Zhi the two hundred thousand.

Fu Si Heng tapped into his Moments and scrolled, finding a selfie of the man himself.

No threat.

Fu Si Heng tossed the phone back to Wei Yu. “Who is this guy?”

“A friend of mine,” Wei Yu said. “Owns a styling shop. He’s been wanting to open an online store lately and was howling for models every day, asking me for recommendations. I sent him a few, but none satisfied him. He was so worried—then bam, he locks one in. And it’s your guy.”

Wei Yu wasn’t sure whether to call Fu Si Heng’s “guy” his boyfriend or girlfriend.

“Bold one,” Fu Si Heng said flatly.

“Huh? What?” Wei Yu didn’t catch his meaning. But as the phone returned to his hand, he glanced at the comments.

When he’d first seen the photos at noon, there had already been plenty. Now there were even more.

And from familiar faces—mutual friends. What a sight.