After Falling in Love, the Overbearing CEO Finally Saw the Light - Chapter 15

It was true. In the world of the wealthy, money was nothing more than paper filling a wallet. When they took an interest in a “pet,” they simply showered them with cash; what was there to be dissatisfied with?

Gu He sighed and accepted the money. He went to the bank to open an account and deposit it. This “hot potato” was a constant reminder of his own worth, a mere mayfly in the vast ocean.

Soon, they arrived at W University.

Gu He got out of the car, and He Yunqi rolled down the window.

“Come here.”

Gu He slowly leaned his head back toward the car and asked, “What is it?”

He Yunqi reached out and pinched his small earlobe, his warm breath murmuring low against his other ear. “I am going to Seattle. The flight is at five.”

“Then, have a safe trip.” Was this man finally leaving?

Was the little fox cub really that happy to see him go?

“Give me a kiss.”

“You,” Gu He started, but before he could even blush, soft lips had already pressed against his. He glared at the man in a panic, his eyes pleading with him not to be reckless in public.

Seeing his resistance, He Yunqi forcefully sucked on Gu He’s pale neck as if venting his frustration, leaving a vivid hickey to declare his ownership. He then ruffled the boy’s hair with satisfaction. “Go on in.”

Gu He never expected that the man before him would perform such an intimate gesture.

“Okay.” Gu He naturally covered his bitten neck with one hand. It felt a bit stinging to the touch; even if it was not bleeding, the skin was definitely broken. Was this man a dog?

Seeing that Gu He was still standing there, He Yunqi spoke with a playful, teasing smile in his eyes. “I will be back soon.”

Please do not, but thanks, Gu He countered silently in his head.

“Seventh Master, shall we go?” The driver braved the awkwardness to interrupt their seemingly affectionate gaze. After all, time was tight and rush hour was approaching. If they did not hurry, they would miss the flight.

Cleanliness and boundaries were likely only for people one did not like.

“Yes, let us go.” He Yunqi did not blame the driver for the interruption; instead, he appeared to be in a good mood.

Finally, the car window slid up slowly, and the driver started the engine, heading toward the airport. As He Yunqi watched the figure standing at the gate through the rearview mirror, a figure that grew smaller and smaller, his heart felt strangely subtle.

The phone in his pocket rang for a long time. He Yunqi’s eyes darkened as he answered, letting out a low, distant “Mhm” from the depths of his throat.

Until the car completely vanished from his sight, Gu He lowered his gaze to hide the emotions in his eyes. He had probably been dutiful enough.

He Yunqi was a man of deep, unfathomable thoughts, accustomed to calculating every move and planning far ahead. He was by no means a kind soul, and his possessiveness and desire for control were extremely strong. Gu He knew he had to keep up appearances to satisfy him.

Nursing a bit of a headache, Gu He checked his class schedule. He still had time to make it to his elective, “Introduction to Oil Painting Art.” It was a dreadfully boring theoretical course. He had only ended up with it because the internet connection was poor during registration; by the time he logged in, all the popular classes were full. But for him, all classes were the same.

Generally, students did not like listening, and teachers did not care whether they listened or not. Sometimes, teachers were even too lazy to take attendance as long as they finished the teaching requirements; it was easier for both sides.

However, the teacher for this course was very strict. To that teacher, being on time was a reflection of a teacher’s attitude toward teaching and a student’s attitude toward learning. He had told the class during the first lesson that no matter what, unless you have a leave of absence, you must crawl to class. A single tardy would result in a direct fail.

But suddenly, his heart constricted. His back arched and his hand flew to his chest, clutching his shirt tightly. His knuckles turned white, and his lips paled as he gasped for air.

“Xiao He?” A pair of hands steadied his shoulders.

The sunlight was fragmented. Gu He looked up against the halo of the sun to see a familiar face. The glow of the setting sun seemed to fall gently on the man’s fingertips, making him look warm. He asked with concern, “Are you unwell? Let me help you back to the dormitory.”

“Okay.”

It seemed he would not be making it to that class after all.

After helping Gu He back to the room, Cheng Zimu unbuttoned his white shirt cuffs, rolled up his sleeves, and poured a cup of hot water for him. He familiarized himself with the surroundings, opened a drawer, found the medicine, and handed it over.

“Thank you.” Gu He took the water, popped the tablet into his mouth, took a sip, and tilted his head back to swallow.

Cheng Zimu’s gaze landed on the dark red hickey on Gu He’s neck.

“Xiao He, were you not in the dorm these past few days?” Cheng Zimu’s tone was a mix of worry and inquiry.

Today, Cheng Zimu was wearing a charcoal grey suit. He was a few years older than Gu He, standing somewhere between maturity and youth. Having shed his youthful greenness, what remained was a gentle, cool demeanor. He was the type of person who could get along with anyone and make them feel comfortable, yet no one could truly enter his heart. He only appeared easy to get along with; in reality, he was not.

“I am sorry.” Realizing his abruptness, Cheng Zimu immediately apologized.

Gu He coughed, and his neck flushed with color. He realized the mark He Yunqi left must have been seen. However, they shared a silent understanding and did not mention it. A hand gently patted his back.

“I am sorry, I dragged you into this. Let me help you call the police.” Cheng Zimu bit his lower lip. When he went back, Xu Jijuan had briefed him on a few things, so he knew what had happened that night.

“It is fine,” Gu He said faintly. “I have wanted to get rid of that mad dog for a long time.”

Gu He was as calm as if nothing had happened.

“Do you really have no other thoughts?” Cheng Zimu looked at him worriedly and whispered a reminder. “He is not an ordinary person.”

Gu He let out a small laugh. He had no interest in knowing the man’s status or position. He said, “What thoughts could I have?”

Cheng Zimu was Gu He’s roommate, a senior in the Law Department. Because of Gu He’s special condition, he had applied for a single dormitory. However, the university had expanded enrollment in recent years and beds were limited. The counselor had asked if he minded staying with students from other departments. Since seniors were about to start internships and would have places to stay at their companies, it would still essentially be a single room if they did not return.

True to the teacher’s word, Cheng Zimu rarely came back. But he took great care of Gu He because their fates were strikingly similar.

Gu He thought that perhaps he was, as adults said, “lacking in fortune.” Born without a connection to his parents, he felt he was born to settle debts. His biological parents were miners who died in a collapse when he was five. He was sent to an orphanage, and not long after being adopted, his new parents died in a car accident. While everyone else stayed far away from this “jinx,” he was eventually taken in by the Bian family.

The counselor had told Cheng Zimu a bit about Gu He’s background. Having heard the rumors, he took extra care of this cold “younger brother.” Fate was strange; perhaps because they shared similar sorrows, they gradually became close.

“How is your illness?” Gu He rubbed the cup with his hand.

Clearly, he did not quite know how to show concern for someone, and the moment was a bit awkward.

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