As for Pink-Hair, before Falling in Love, He Insisted That He Wasn't the Possessive Type - Chapter 1

“Thanks.” After casually thanking the cashier, the man pulled a cigarette from the freshly purchased pack, tucked it between his lips, and stepped out of the convenience store.

Watching his retreating back, the young clerk wore a starstruck grin. “Holy crap, the Tarot cards were right about covering this shift today. He is seriously handsome!”

Outside the store, the man pulled a slightly worn flip-top lighter from his black leather jacket pocket. He flipped the lid open with one hand and flicked the wheel; a flame sprang to life. He lowered his head, his messy hair slightly obscuring his vision, and lit the cigarette dangling from his lips.

A few sparks glowed in the night. He took a deep drag, then tilted his head back to exhale a plume of smoke.

In the midst of the mist, the man’s silhouette grew blurred, leaving only his slightly furrowed brow and sexy, thin lips visible.

He leaned against the curb, staring into the thick darkness. When the cigarette was nearly finished, he dropped the glowing ember onto the ground, crushed it twice with the tip of his shoe, then picked it up and tossed it into a nearby trash can.

Having finished this, he picked up a gift box and walked into the night.

The private lounge door was pushed open, and a boisterous, noisy atmosphere rushed out to meet the newcomer. The person entering wore a grey wool coat, and his face was nothing short of breathtaking. His bone structure was exquisite. A mane of long pink hair draped over his shoulders; far from looking out of place, it made him look strikingly radiant.

The man kept his hands in his pockets as he scanned the room. Before he could find the person he was looking for, an excited voice rang out:

“Brother Du, I’ve missed you to death!”

He looked up to see a guy with messy black-and-white hair scurrying toward him.

The man with the black-and-white hair rushed forward, looking like he was about to go in for a hug, but before he could even touch the edge of the man’s coat, he was stopped by a well-defined hand. As the man raised his hand, the hem of his coat swayed slightly.

“Take one more step and I’m donating the gift.”

The words, laced with a clear sense of amusement, reached the ears of the man with the black-and-white hair. The previously hyperactive guy instantly turned quiet and well-behaved.

He even took a proactive step back, giving a flattering smile. His eyes were full of anticipation as he rubbed his palms together like a fly. His gaze darted left and right, searching for something. “So, Brother, where’s the stuff?”

Seeing his fawning expression, the man’s lips curled into a smile. He pulled an item from his coat pocket and tossed it to him, saying casually, “It’s downstairs.”

With that, he put his hands back in his pockets and headed toward an empty sofa.

Left behind, Zhou Hao stood there foolishly cradling the keys in his hands. He looked at them and gave them a heavy kiss, his grin stretching wide. “Brother, you’re my real brother! Long live Brother Du!”

Turning around and realizing his brother had already sat down, he slowly made his way back. After such a scene, some curious onlookers began to tease him. “Hao-zi, who is that?”

“Yeah, what’s the gift? You’re so hyped up.”

Looking at the group of busybodies, Zhou Hao rolled his eyes, followed by an uncontrollable wave of boasting. “What do you guys know? What do you know, huh?”

“Ahem, let me give you a grand introduction. This is my brother, Yu Qingdu. Brother Du.”

He then raised the keys hanging from his middle finger and swung them in front of their eyes. “See this? Do you know what this is? An Aston Martin DBS.”

Upon hearing Zhou Hao’s words, the room erupted into a chorus of “Brother Du” from every corner.

Those who knew a bit about cars crowded around to see the keys. One fair-skinned guy with yellow hair had his eyes practically glued to them. No man doesn’t love a car. He looked up, grinning shamelessly. “Hao-ge, take me for a spin after the party today.”

Zhou Hao looked at him, tucked the keys away, and sneered. “Chen Yue, so you finally have a day like this, huh? Why aren’t you calling me Hao-zi anymore? Look at you.”

Chen Yue was Zhou Hao’s college roommate. The four guys in their dorm had been close throughout university and usually loved making fun of Zhou Hao’s nickname. Chen Yue replied thick-skinned:

“Hao-ge, I’ve carried guns for you, shed tears for you, and even sat through classes for you. You can’t just ignore me!”

“Get out of here! Look at that pathetic face. Don’t leave after the gathering; I will let you sit in the passenger seat.”

Zhou Hao waved his hand with a laugh and playfully pushed Chen Yue.

“You got it, Hao-ge!”

Yu Qingdu sat in the lively room but had no intention of joining them. He sat on the edge of the sofa, watching the messages constantly popping up on his phone.

Yan: Have you found a model for me yet?! Yan: I’ve looked at several and I’m not satisfied with any of them! Yan: Damn, that brat Jiang Yi is something else. He just quit without a word. I can’t believe it. Yan: Holy shit!

Seeing this string of explosions, Yu Qingdu propped his head up with one hand and replied unhurriedly:

“If it really does not work out, don’t you still have yourself?”

The moment he sent the message, the person on the other end went wild, and his phone started ringing incessantly. Yu Qingdu expertly swiped his phone to “Do Not Disturb” and turned off the screen.

Just then, the bustling lounge suddenly felt like someone had hit the slow-motion button. The noise dropped significantly. Yu Qingdu instinctively looked up and saw the lounge door opening once again.

The newcomer was roughly 185 centimeters tall, sporting a black wolf-cut hairstyle. The jagged, layered hair fell over his collarbones. He wore a black leather jacket paired with dark jeans. Most importantly, his face was one kissed by God, with thick brows, bright eyes, and an incredibly handsome look.

Under the starlight ceiling and the shifting LED strips of the bar lounge, the changing light spilled over the man. He carried a gift bag, scanned the room, and finally walked toward Zhou Hao.

“Hao-zi, Happy Birthday.” The man’s lips turned up as he lazily handed over the gift bag.

Zhou Hao took the gift and caught a glimpse of its contents. “No way! A Switch!”

He pulled out the box and checked it twice. “Holy crap, it really is a Switch! Brother Ye, you love me too much. You knew I wanted this model lately.”

Zhou Hao put the gift back in the bag and turned his gaze toward the man. “Come here, Ye-ge, give me a hug. I love you to death.”

“Get lost.” The man pushed Zhou Hao away with a roguish air.

Zhou Hao did not mind at all, seemingly long accustomed to their way of interacting. He slung an arm around the man’s shoulder and introduced him to the room:

“This is my buddy, Shang Qingye.”

Many present already knew Shang Qingye, and the room broke into another round of cheering. Zhou Hao pulled Shang Qingye and Chen Yue over to pour them some beer. “Only that little brat Jiang Sui is missing, otherwise the F4 would be back together! Everyone, drink!”

From the moment Shang Qingye entered the room, Yu Qingdu’s eyes had not left him.

He took out a piece of gum and began to chew, his gaze fixed on Shang Qingye. Propping his hand against his temple, he watched him, his eyes filled with pure delight.

After hanging out for a bit, Shang Qingye left the crowd, looking for a quieter spot to sit. Looking around, he spotted a relatively empty section of the sofa.

He tugged at the collar of his inner shirt and headed toward that sofa.