Fu Si Heng: [Oh.]
Unclear what Fu Si Heng meant, Tao Zhi hesitated with his phone before directly asking: [Fu-ge, were you mad yesterday?]
Fu Si Heng: [No. What’s there to be mad about? I’m not that petty.]
Tao Zhi: [Really?]
That was a relief.
Seemed like no breakup before the New Year—otherwise, explaining to Fu Zheng would be impossible.
Thinking of Fu Zheng, Tao Zhi switched back to reply: [Not brushing you off—just thought the message was sincere, so I shared it.]
Tao Zhi: [^v^ Fu Zheng, Happy New Year!]
Fu Zheng: [.]
Even so, Fu Zheng wasn’t satisfied. He typed coldly: [Oh.]
Then he waited ten minutes.
No further messages in the chat. Fu Zheng: “?”
Damn Tao Zhi.
–
Tao Zhi wasn’t ignoring Fu Zheng because of his attitude.
He was used to Fu Zheng’s dogged temper; it didn’t faze him at all.
He stopped replying abruptly because he had to help with dinner.
Tao Zhi’s mom had health issues—a major surgery a few years back left her unable to do heavy work.
For the New Year’s Eve dinner, their dad handled everything himself while Tao Tao assisted.
As Tao Zhi stood at the door texting them, he saw Tao Tao carrying a bucket out and quickly pocketed his phone to help.
By the time they finished cooking, ate, chatted, and watched the Spring Festival Gala, he’d completely forgotten about that unanswered “Oh.”
He never imagined Fu Zheng would wait all evening.
At the Fu family’s New Year’s Eve dinner table, Fu Zheng kept his phone right beside him, glancing at it after every couple bites—terribly rude.
Normally, Xu Yujia would scold him: that’s not right, eat properly, or Mom will really get mad.
But today, she had no mood to nitpick such a minor habit.
She was still hung up on Fu Zheng’s suspicious gambling, watching him intently. After much thought, she texted Fu Si Heng: [Do you think maybe Little Zheng isn’t gambling and owing loan sharks, but dating instead?]
Xu Yujia: [Thinking about it, selling the car for money doesn’t have to mean gambling—a high-maintenance girlfriend could explain it too.]
Xu Yujia had the idea because Fu Zheng kept checking his phone today.
This was way more acceptable than gambling.
Feeling enlightened, she asked Fu Si Heng: [What do you think—possible?]
Fu Si Heng: “…”
The whole family playing on phones at the New Year’s Eve dinner was too bizarre.
Fu Si Heng had no interest in such nonsense.
He saw the message but ignored it.
Xu Yujia signaled him with her eyes, but he pretended not to notice.
That didn’t dampen her enthusiasm—texts kept coming.
Xu Yujia: [On second thought, very possible.]
Xu Yujia: [If he’s really dating, don’t control his money anymore.]
Xu Yujia: [Can’t take a girl out without cash—how embarrassing.]
Xu Yujia: [No wonder he wants to sell the car.]
Xu Yujia: [Should I poke around? See what kind of girl it is? I’m curious.]
Xu Yujia: [Aw, my son’s finally growing up.]
Xu Yujia: [If they get married someday, think they’ll have a daughter? I want a granddaughter—tired of raising boys, got two already.]
No more gambling worries; Xu Yujia beamed as if Fu Zheng might marry tomorrow.
Xu Yujia: [What should I name our little granddaughter?]
Fu Si Heng: [Impossible.]
Fu Si Heng finally couldn’t stand it and shattered her dream.
Xu Yujia, puzzled: [Huh? Why?]
Xu Yujia: [You not dating doesn’t mean Little Zheng can’t. He’s only eighteen—prime dating age.]
Fu Si Heng: [Nineteen after Lantern Festival.]
Xu Yujia: [Not yet—besides, nineteen’s perfect for romance, from campus to wedding dress, so romantic.]
Fu Si Heng: [.]
“I’m full.”
Xu Yujia was chatting happily when Fu Zheng suddenly set down his chopsticks and stood, interrupting again.
“That fast?” Xu Yujia looked up, blinking.
Fu Zheng gave a curt hum and grabbed his phone, leaving the table.
Xu Yujia watched his back until he vanished, then texted Fu Si Heng: [Went to call his girlfriend?]
Xu Yujia: [Can I eavesdrop?]
Fu Si Heng: “…”
“Mom.” Fu Si Heng set down his bowl and stood too. “I’m done. Eat slowly.”
–
Xu Yujia was half right.
Fu Zheng did leave the table in a hurry to make a call.
But not to Tao Zhi—to 178k Bro.
On New Year’s Eve, 178k Bro hadn’t expected Fu Zheng to reach out. He accidentally answered during gaming and couldn’t escape after.
Fu Zheng now stood by the living room window, phone in hand, tone cold. “He suddenly stopped replying to me.”
“I just said ‘Oh’—what’s wrong with that?”
178k Bro: “Nothing. He might be busy—you know, it’s New Year’s Eve, family time, relatives maybe. Like me, I’m busy too.”
Fu Zheng: “Busy with what.”
178k Bro: “Gaming.”
Fu Zheng: “…”
“Didn’t ask you.” Fu Zheng tamped down his irritation. He found 178k Bro utterly obtuse—no wonder he’d been scammed out of 178k and still hadn’t found his online romance con artist.
“I mean Tao Zhi—what’s he busy with?” Fu Zheng took a deep breath.
178k Bro: “…”
Silence stretched nearly a minute.
178k Bro stayed quiet.
Fu Zheng pondered: “If I go to him first, won’t it make me look desperate?”
“No.” 178k Bro was numb.
He slumped on the sofa, voice flat with resigned fatalism. “You can message him right now, ask why he’s not replying.”
Fu Zheng mulled it over. “Not great.”
178k Bro: “No issue at all.”
Fu Zheng fell silent again.
178k Bro: “If nothing else, I’ll hang up.”
“I’m really kinda busy—”
“Wait.” Fu Zheng stopped him. “What if I don’t text but video call instead?”
Nearly half a month without seeing Tao Zhi, the urge hit Fu Zheng suddenly, itching unbearably.
But he felt it wasn’t right and asked 178k Bro: “During winter break, roommate video calling roommate—normal?”
“Totally normal, Young Master Two, no problem at all.” 178k Bro was driven mad, shouting, “Roommates video call on New Year’s all the time—even making out or sleeping together’s fine. Just do it!”
“A moment’s spring worth a thousand gold!”
Let me go!
Fu Zheng: “.”
“What’re you saying?” Fu Zheng’s face darkened instantly.
Kissing and sleeping together—what kind of talk was that? Disgusting.
No wonder he’d been scammed 178k—brain-dead.
Fu Zheng hung up expressionlessly.
He hesitated two minutes.
Two minutes later, he opened Tao Zhi’s WeChat chat and solemnly hit video call—
Fu Zheng was a bit nervous.
The phone rang through the speaker, but it connected only to hang up abruptly.
Fu Zheng frowned.
He checked the screen: “The other party is on another call.”
Fu Zheng: “?”
What the hell!
Who!
Video calling Tao Zhi late at night!
Fu Zheng’s face twisted.
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