After The Beautiful Woman Moves Into The Jock's Dorm Room - Chapter 81

Chapter 81: Xiao Yu Darling Must See

The Lunar New Year came earlier this year. Soon after the New Year’s Day holiday ended, the winter break began.

Shen Qingyu walked out of the dorm, wrapped up tightly, with Cheng Che pushing his suitcase behind him.

Shen Qingyu looked back and noticed a cloud hanging over Cheng Che’s face. He couldn’t help but chuckle softly, “Still mad?” Why such a short fuse?

Cheng Che had actually been looking forward to the winter break, so he wouldn’t have to worry about Lu Xiao eyeing Shen Qingyu in the dorm. But the day before the break started, Cheng Che’s parents decided to go to a southern island for the New Year.

This meant he wouldn’t see Shen Qingyu for at least half a month, and it also meant Lu Xiao might “steal his home” at any moment. Of course, Cheng Che trusted Shen Qingyu, but he couldn’t underestimate Lu Xiao’s shamelessness.

“It’s only half a month, it’s not that bad,” Shen Qingyu took his hand and swung it slightly. “When you get back, we can see each other every day.”

That was true, but… Cheng Che looked at him with a mournful expression. Shen Qingyu was wearing a creamy white scarf wrapped twice around his neck, covering the lower half of his face. From Cheng Che’s perspective, he could only see his slightly long but meticulously styled bangs and a pair of large, watery eyes.

“You promised we’d see each other every day.”

Cheng Che paused, and Shen Qingyu naturally finished the thought for him, “Not seeing each other for a single day doesn’t count as seeing each other every day, I know. But there’s nothing we can do, right? Speaking of which, you’re going to an island for the New Year, so you’ll definitely go to the beach, won’t you?”

“Probably. Why do you suddenly bring that up?”

Shen Qingyu said with a teasing tone, “Then you must take a few more photos to show me.”

Cheng Che: “?”

Shen Qingyu blinked innocently. As a sports student, Cheng Che had a first-rate physique. He had a layer of lean muscle, looking very clean, and his skin was quite fair. As a male streamer who posted racy videos and had a small following online, he couldn’t help but imagine how good Cheng Che would look in tight swimming trunks.

“Alright, if you want to see, I can even video chat and show you,” Cheng Che said. A moment later, Lu Xiao’s mocking words flashed through his mind—

“What’s wrong? Is my body too good, are you feeling insecure?”

The smile faded from his lips a little. Cheng Che thought his body was good and he usually had great “husband-like virtue,” never showing it off to others. But compared to Lu Xiao, he was indeed lacking somewhat…

Xiao Yu has seen Lu Xiao’s body, will he think mine is too childish? Cheng Che frowned slightly, sounding a mental alarm. No matter what, he couldn’t lose to Lu Xiao. Although building muscle wasn’t an overnight task, he at least couldn’t be too far behind.

Cheng Che slowly exhaled, secretly deciding to start hitting the gym tonight.

“I was just kidding.” Shen Qingyu’s gaze was flickering. He was indeed joking, but there was a bit of truth in it, too. “But if you insist on showing me, I suppose I can take a look.” He said, pretending to be reluctant.

Cheng Che’s brows smoothed out. He raised his hand and ruffled Shen Qingyu’s soft, smooth hair: “Fine, I insist on showing you. Xiao Yu darling must see it.”

Shen Qingyu showed a reserved smile: “Okay, as you wish.”

Cheng Che sent him home. They lingered affectionately in the living room for a while before reluctantly saying goodbye. After he left, Shen Qingyu gave the house a quick cleaning, considering it his pre-Lunar New Year deep clean.

He lay on the soft sofa watching a video. The only sound in the living room was the video playback. As soon as he pressed pause, his world went silent and lonely, as if muted.

It had only been half a day since leaving the dorm, but Shen Qingyu already missed dorm life.

Some people didn’t like living in the dorm, but he found the noisy atmosphere of the dorm very comforting. After all, quiet occupied most of his life moments.

Even listening to Lu Xiao talk about completely illogical things felt better than being alone at home.

Shen Qingyu sighed and scrolled through his moments, seeing a post Lu Xiao had made five minutes ago: a photo of an empty dorm room.

Since being beaten for coming out to his father that day, he hadn’t gone home. When Shen Qingyu casually asked about it, he just sneered, saying:

“He’s busy on his honeymoon with that little wife, he doesn’t have time for me, and I don’t want to see him either.”

It was as if he had finally found someone he was willing to talk to about his family troubles. He continued, “That new wife of his is two months younger than me, and she asked me to call her ‘Mom.’ Is she sick or something?”

“I really don’t get it. Why would a young girl like her marry an old man like my dad? Doesn’t she think he smells like an old person? Even if she wants money, she shouldn’t sacrifice that much, right? My dad gives her 100,000 allowance a month, which is gone with one luxury bag. What’s she after?”

Shen Qingyu bit his lip and kept quiet. Since this was Lu Xiao’s family matter, it wasn’t appropriate for him to interrupt, so he just listened quietly. But this didn’t stop Shen Qingyu from thinking secretly: Being rich is great. An allowance of 100,000 a month! He could actually understand… Lu Xiao was so handsome, and rich people often exercised to stay in shape, so Shen Qingyu figured his father probably wasn’t too bad either. At least judging by his appearance, he probably didn’t smell like an old person.

“One of my buddies said my dad’s type is quite popular on the market,” Lu Xiao said with disdain. “Probably because she doesn’t have to give birth. She can be a ‘painless mom’ and still get money to spend.”

Shen Qingyu nodded, finding it quite logical, but his mind was filled with: “Then you don’t have to worry about someone competing with you for the family inheritance, right?” Didn’t novels and TV shows always depict the stepmother having another son, and then the two sons of the wealthy family having a rivalry?

Lu Xiao lowered his eyes and pressed his fingers together: “My dad wouldn’t let her have a child anyway. If he wanted one, he wouldn’t have waited all these years.” His jaw tightened. “Before my mother died, he promised her that I would be his only child.”

Shen Qingyu fell silent, carefully observing his expression. From his words, Shen Qingyu could sense that Lu Xiao missed his mother very much, and also that his mother and father had a decent relationship before she passed away.

Having lost family at a young age, Shen Qingyu deeply understood his feelings. When Shen Qingyu’s parents died, he was very young and didn’t understand why he suddenly couldn’t see them anymore. Back then, he always hoped that when he grew up, his parents would come to take him back. But as he aged, he gradually understood what his aunt’s words “they are gone” meant.

He vaguely remembered kneeling beside his aunt in the mourning hall, looking blankly at the unfamiliar people coming and going. Some had tears on their faces, others looked heartbroken—all emotions that Shen Qingyu couldn’t comprehend at the time. But emotions are infectious. The usually quiet and obedient boy cried out loud at that moment.

Shen Qingyu didn’t know how to comfort him, so he offered him a warm, friendly hug.

Just as he was about to pull away, Lu Xiao held him tightly, like a child refusing to let go of a beloved toy, with the sound of light breathing occasionally coming through.

“Haven’t you hugged enough?” Shen Qingyu asked helplessly.

“No, I haven’t. Let me hug you a little longer,” his voice was muffled.

“Don’t take advantage,” Shen Qingyu pretended to be angry and lightly punched his back with a gentle fist. Only then did Lu Xiao let go.

Shen Qingyu saw that his eyes were red-rimmed and his lips moved: “…”

Lu Xiao immediately retorted: “I didn’t cry.”

“I know you didn’t cry,” Shen Qingyu found him a bit amusing.

“I really didn’t cry.”

“Okay, okay, you really didn’t cry.”

…

Shen Qingyu snapped out of his memory. His finger hovered over Lu Xiao’s profile picture, hesitant to tap.

As if by telepathy, Lu Xiao’s message popped up the next second. Just by reading the text, Shen Qingyu could feel his resentment and accusation.

【Lu Xiao: Did you see my Moment?】

Shen Qingyu hesitated but decided to tell the truth.

【Shen Qingyu: I saw it. What’s up?】

【Lu Xiao: Nothing. That one was only visible to you. Just asking if you saw it.】

【Shen Qingyu: …】

【Lu Xiao: Are you home yet? Are you home alone?】

【Shen Qingyu: Why?】

He immediately became alert. Knowing Lu Xiao’s personality, he was very likely to come over and find him just because he was bored.

【Lu Xiao: Nothing. Just confirming there are no other men in your house.】

Shen Qingyu rolled his eyes at the screen and typed heavily:

【Shen Qingyu: What’s it to you!】

【Lu Xiao: Don’t worry about it. If I say it is, it is.】

Idiot! Shen Qingyu muttered to himself.

But he had to admit that Lu Xiao’s somewhat crazy remark made him feel a lot better.

…

The next day, Shen Qingyu slept until noon, his head still spinning when he woke up. He first picked up his phone to reply to Cheng Che’s messages, and the next second, a video call from Cheng Che popped up.

They had agreed to video call on the days they couldn’t meet.

Shen Qingyu rushed to the bathroom with his phone, checked his appearance, and then answered the call.

On the other end, Cheng Che was wearing an apron. He propped his phone up so Shen Qingyu could see him.

“Are you cooking?” Shen Qingyu asked.

Cheng Che hummed, “I recently learned a new dish. I’ll make it for you to try when I get back from the island.”

“That’s great. I’ll start looking forward to it now,” Shen Qingyu held the phone and watched intently. Cheng Che in the frame exuded a complete “husband” vibe. Seeing him made Shen Qingyu feel very satisfied and proud. “When are you guys leaving?”

“Tonight at six for the flight.”

“Do you want me to see you off? If it’s convenient,” Shen Qingyu felt that Cheng Che wanted to see him, but Cheng Che would never explicitly say it. In his world, it seemed Shen Qingyu shouldn’t have to make any effort.

Cheng Che’s movements noticeably paused. His puppy-dog eyes instantly lit up, but he still hesitated: “Let’s forget it. It’s too cold outside, and the airport is pretty far. Don’t bother.”

Shen Qingyu leaned close to the screen and looked at him seriously: “Cheng Che, is that your honest thought?”

He fell silent.

“What if I said I want to see you off?” Shen Qingyu said, slightly dramatically. “Don’t you want to see me at all? We won’t see each other for so many days!”

Cheng Che explained urgently: “No, I, of course, want to see you too…”

“Okay, then I’ll come to see you off tonight,” Shen Qingyu interrupted him.

Cheng Che looked at Shen Qingyu in the camera, speechless for a moment, his heart rippling. He unnaturally shifted his gaze and lightly “Mm-hmm’d.”