Chapter 40: The Vicious Fake Young Master of a Wealthy Family – 40

Su Wenyu truly hadn’t expected Zhou Xu to show up. The panic on his face wasn’t really fear of Zhou Xu; it was fear of the unknown in the dark.

In fact, seeing that it was Zhou Xu actually put Su Wenyu at ease.

After all, Zhou Xu was human. No matter how scary he was, he couldn’t be as frightening as a ghost.

But the nervous tension had made his heart race. It wouldn’t calm down instantly. It took a while before Su Wenyu could steady his breathing and explain, hugging his blanket, “It’s not that I was scared of you. I just didn’t expect you to come over.”

At this point, Su Wenyu tilted his head in confusion. “Isn’t your terrace blocked off? How did you get over here?”

Zhou Xu said without changing expression, “I dismantled it.”

Su Wenyu: “…”

Fine, very well.

Su Wenyu was so conflicted that he didn’t know what to say for a moment. Was a straight man who had been bent really this terrifying? Even a railing meant to keep HIM out—he could just dismantle it on a whim.

“Then why did you come?” Su Wenyu clutched his blanket tighter, terrified that Zhou Xu’s fever had fried his brain and he might actually try something.

Su Wenyu didn’t believe his own sickly body could resist Zhou Xu’s strength.

Zhou Xu watched his guarded demeanor and let out a short “Ha” laugh. “Didn’t you send me a message?”

Su Wenyu recalled… right, there was that. But he hadn’t told him to come over!

And from a strange place like the terrace…

Su Wenyu now understood exactly how Zhou Xu had felt the first time he saw Su Wenyu enter his room from the terrace.

Seeing Su Wenyu’s expression, Zhou Xu knew he remembered. He drew the curtains properly, walked across the carpet to the bedside. Just as Su Wenyu was panickedly shrinking into the corner at the head of the bed, Zhou Xu lowered his head and said, “Go ahead.”

Su Wenyu: “?”

Zhou Xu looked down, displaying an appearance of having sheathed his claws and fangs, posing no threat. He spoke calmly, “Didn’t you ask if my temperature dropped? I don’t know either. You check.”

Su Wenyu: “??”

Never in a million years would Su Wenyu have imagined that this was the reason—because of this—Zhou Xu would dismantle the terrace railing in the middle of the night to come to his room.

“Aren’t you going to check?” Zhou Xu lifted his eyelids to look at him.

Hesitantly, Su Wenyu reached out. Seeing Zhou Xu had no intention of grabbing him, he tentatively placed the back of his hand against Zhou Xu’s forehead to test his temperature.

Su Wenyu’s room had the AC on. The temperature wasn’t set very low, but his naturally poor constitution meant the back of his hand was cool. The moment it touched Zhou Xu’s forehead, he felt a temperature completely opposite his own.

Warm. Much better than the burning heat of the morning. His temperature should have come down.

After testing it twice, Su Wenyu obediently withdrew his hand. “Done.”

Zhou Xu: “So fast?”

Su Wenyu: “…Yes. Your temperature has dropped. Just watch out after this, don’t set the AC too low, and drink more hot water.”

“Fine.” Zhou Xu straightened up, standing by the bed and staring at Su Wenyu for another long moment.

Su Wenyu felt so uncomfortable under his gaze that he didn’t know where to put his hands and feet, finally scratching his cheek, feeling lost. “Is there something on my face?”

“No.” Zhou Xu had taken a thorough, detailed look at Su Wenyu’s features, then unhurriedly opened his mouth. “It’s just… I suddenly realized you’re actually very pretty.”

Su Wenyu: “…”

“That was pretty sudden.”

He’d shown Zhou Xu this face countless times. It took him until now to realize this?

“Alright, it’s getting late. Sleep.” Zhou Xu glanced at the time, not delaying Su Wenyu’s rest any further.

This trip here was just a whim after receiving Su Wenyu’s message, to come see him.

He’d seen him now. Although Su Wenyu still seemed a bit scared, at least he hadn’t run away.

Satisfied, Zhou Xu lifted the curtain and went back the way he’d come.

Su Wenyu hugged his blanket, several question marks popping up above his head. “He just… left?”

520 emerged to confirm: [Yes, he left.]

Su Wenyu was baffled. Zhou Xu dismantled the railing late at night just to come over and have him check his temperature?

After bending, Zhou Xu had become really weird.

That night, Su Wenyu dreamed that Zhou Xu suddenly barged into his room again, grabbing his hand to take his temperature all over.

First, he had to check his forehead, then his collarbone, his chest, his abs, lower… Su Wenyu woke with a start.

Was Zhou Xu poisonous?!

Since when do you take off your pants to check a temperature?

Su Wenyu felt he must have been too stimulated by Zhou Xu yesterday to have such a terrifying dream.

Wearing a blank, deadpan expression, Su Wenyu got up, cursing Zhou Xu the pervert to hell and back all the way through his morning routine.

When he went to the main residence for breakfast and saw Zhou Xu had also come, he avoided his gaze and gave him a sour look.

Zhou Xu frowned, not understanding what he’d done to upset Su Wenyu this time.

All morning, Su Wenyu dodged Zhou Xu, harder to catch than a rat.

It wasn’t until past two in the afternoon, when the Su family chauffeur was about to drive them back to school, that Su Wenyu was finally cornered by Zhou Xu in the car.

“Why did you keep running the moment you saw me this morning?” Zhou Xu interrogated.

Su Wenyu looked out the window, denying it. “Did I? No, I don’t think so. Must be your imagination.”

Zhou Xu’s voice turned cold. “Su Wenyu.”

Only then did Su Wenyu unwillingly turn his head to look at him, an expression like he’d been wronged. “What? Are you yelling at me again?”

The anger that had built up all morning instantly dissipated in Zhou Xu. Watching Su Wenyu’s pouting face, he suddenly felt that this side of him was actually quite cute.

Su Wenyu noticed Zhou Xu’s gaze on him growing increasingly unrestrained and immediately covered his face with his hands. “What are you looking at? Stop looking.”

Zhou Xu raised the partition to block the chauffeur’s view through the rearview mirror, then reached out to grab Su Wenyu’s hand. “Don’t fuss, let me look.”

Su Wenyu felt Zhou Xu was the one making unreasonable trouble.

Even when he was pretending to be gay, he hadn’t been this forward with Zhou Xu. Why was Zhou Xu constantly putting his hands on him?

“Do you even remember what you said?” Su Wenyu questioned him.

Zhou Xu held his wrist. Seeing the red marks left by his grip on Su Wenyu’s fair skin, he frowned and gently rubbed the marks, asking, “What words?”

Thoroughly serious, Su Wenyu frowned and mimicked Zhou Xu’s past tone with uncanny accuracy: “I’m warning you, I’m your brother. Don’t get any other ideas. I’m straight as an iron rod.”

Zhou Xu was silent for a moment. “I said it like that?”

Su Wenyu nodded repeatedly.

Zhou Xu denied it. “No, you’re remembering wrong.”

Su Wenyu: “?”

His eyes widened in disbelief. “You warned me just a few days ago! You said it over and over in my ear! How could I remember wrong?!”

Zhou Xu raised an eyebrow. “Then you still crawled into my bed?”

Su Wenyu choked, then explained, “That was deliberately to disgust you, to keep you from sleeping.”

Zhou Xu asked, “For what?”

Su Wenyu fell silent. He couldn’t exactly say it was for the Villain Value.

In just a few sentences, Su Wenyu found himself utterly outmaneuvered by Zhou Xu, unable to retort. No matter what he said, Zhou Xu had his own twisted logic.

Absolutely terrifying.

In the end, Su Wenyu could only manage a single frustrated sentence: “Anyway, it’s impossible between us. I don’t like guys.”

“Do you have a girl you like?” Zhou Xu asked.

Su Wenyu was blank. “Well, no.”

Zhou Xu nodded. “Then like guys.”

Su Wenyu: “?”

There it was again, Zhou Xu’s sophistry.

“Before, you were clinging to me. Now I’m bent and you want to run.” Zhou Xu tightened his grip on Su Wenyu’s hand a little more, giving him a low, dark chuckle. “Why run? Keep playing with me.”

“I’ll let you play.”

Su Wenyu felt goosebumps rise all over his body at that laugh. This task was truly getting harder and harder.

“Brother, don’t be like this. I’m your little brother!” Su Wenyu tried to awaken the moral and ethical sense in Zhou Xu’s brain, shouting into his ear, “I’m your brother!”

Zhou Xu rubbed his ear. “I heard you. I’m not deaf.”

“So what? It’s not like we’re blood brothers.”

One sentence completely blocked Su Wenyu’s escape route.

No matter how Su Wenyu tried to explain, Zhou Xu refused to believe Su Wenyu was straight.

After all, no straight man would pretend to be gay and crawl into another straight man’s bed just to disgust him.

This wasn’t something a normal person could do. Unless Su Wenyu was mentally ill, Zhou Xu would never believe Su Wenyu was straight for the rest of his life.

Su Wenyu had suffered a wrong he couldn’t voice, utterly helpless against Zhou Xu. He could only retreat into his mind to throw a tantrum at 520: [Look! It’s all because of those tasks you issued!]

520 chose to play dead. For that much Villain Value, 520 wouldn’t regret issuing those tasks for anything.

Thus a world where only Su Wenyu was hurt was achieved.

After arriving at school, Su Wenyu finally managed to yank his hand free from Zhou Xu’s grip. Without a second’s delay, he fled the car, terrified Zhou Xu would try something else.

Zhou Xu wasn’t in a hurry seeing this. After all, they lived in the same dorm. No matter how far Su Wenyu ran, there’d always be a way to catch him back.

The chauffeur unloaded their luggage and drove off. Carrying both their suitcases, Zhou Xu headed towards the dormitory building.

Su Wenyu now absolutely didn’t dare boss him around. He hurriedly grabbed his own suitcase, saying, “I can do it myself.”

Zhou Xu glanced at his ankle. Su Wenyu explained, “It’s almost healed. Putting weight on it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Fine.” Zhou Xu didn’t insist, letting Su Wenyu take his suitcase back.

Going upstairs, Su Wenyu walked in front, huffing and puffing as he lugged the suitcase up with both hands. After two floors, Su Wenyu was so exhausted he was questioning his life choices.

It clearly looked so easy when Zhou Xu carried them! Why was it so heavy when it was his turn?

Zhou Xu stopped, standing quietly behind him. “Still want to carry it yourself?”

Knowing one’s own limits was wise. Su Wenyu silently stepped back, respectfully offering the suitcase into Zhou Xu’s hands, even bowing slightly. “Please, be my guest.”

Zhou Xu let out a low laugh. Taking advantage of Su Wenyu’s distraction, he reached out and ruffled Su Wenyu’s fluffy, soft hair. Then, before Su Wenyu could react, he grabbed both suitcases and bounded up the stairs three steps at a time.

His hair ruffled, Su Wenyu felt his scalp tingle.

This was bad.

A bent Zhou Xu was simply impossible to handle.

With complicated feelings, Su Wenyu followed Zhou Xu upstairs. It wasn’t until the dorm room door swung open that Su Wenyu saw the smile on Zhou Xu’s face vanish in an instant.

From inside the dorm came Xia Yehang’s voice: “Su Wenyu’s back?”

Shen Yi put down his book in his hand and took off the glasses he only wore while reading or using the computer, looking towards the doorway.

Zhou Xu stood at the doorway like a wall, his expression incredibly sour.

After being bent for two days, he’d almost forgotten.

There were two other gays in this dorm coveting Su Wenyu.