As for Pink-Hair, before Falling in Love, He Insisted That He Wasn't the Possessive Type - Chapter 7

Hearing Shang Qingye’s words, Yu Qingdu lifted his eyelids. Standing before the man, he wound a stray lock of hair near Shang Qingye’s collarbone around his fair fingers, circling it several times. He leaned toward the man’s right ear and chuckled softly.

“Why? Do you want me to hit on you?”

Shang Qingye grabbed Yu Qingdu’s arm firmly. Through the fabric of the sweater, he pulled him toward his left side and grinned.

“I cannot hear out of my right ear. I must trouble Boss Yu to switch ears if he wants to talk.”

Yu Qingdu had released the lock of hair the moment Shang Qingye pulled him. Upon hearing this, he furrowed his brows imperceptibly. “You cannot hear?”

“That is right. I can only hear out of one side.” Shang Qingye did not hide the fact; he spoke with a sudden burst of momentum. After speaking, he stared into Yu Qingdu’s eyes, appearing open and completely indifferent.

Yu Qingdu looked at the man and met his gaze. He seemed to see something else in those eyes, something that perhaps even the owner of the eyes had not noticed. Shang Qingye’s eyelashes trembled like the wings of a butterfly struggling after falling into a quagmire. Yu Qingdu watched, fascinated.

Seeing that Yu Qingdu remained silent for a long time, Shang Qingye gave a cold laugh. “Remember to send the money. I am leaving now.”

Shang Qingye shouldered his equipment bag and turned to walk toward the door. Suddenly, a hand grabbed him.

“What is the rush? I want to do business with you.”

Shang Qingye turned back. “What?” He did not understand what the man meant.

Yu Qingdu’s hand slid slowly down the man’s arm, finally touching his palm. He felt the skin beneath his hand quiver. With a smile on his lips, Yu Qingdu grabbed the man’s finger and pulled it toward his own chest.

“Come be my model, okay?”

He guided the finger across his chest and over his neck, finally letting it rest on his lips. He tilted his head slightly and kissed the fingertip. His eyes remained fixed on Shang Qingye, full of desire. Throughout the entire process, Shang Qingye simply watched without stopping him. After the kiss landed, he felt as if his finger had been burned.

Maintaining the position where Yu Qingdu held his hand, he inserted his finger a bit deeper. Yu Qingdu’s lips were soft.

“What kind of model? A pornographic model?” As he spoke, he pushed in a few more centimeters.

Yu Qingdu did not resist. Instead, he opened his lips slightly and held the finger in his mouth. His voice was somewhat muffled, yet his amusement was clear. “A professional model.”

“Yu Qingdu! About the Shengshi side. Oh my god! Sorry, excuse me.”

The door was suddenly pushed open with a bang and just as quickly slammed shut. Disturbed by this intrusion, Shang Qingye withdrew his finger. Yu Qingdu looked toward the door, but the person was already gone. Based on the voice, he knew it was Jiang Zhiyan.

He glanced at Shang Qingye’s finger and the wetness on it. Without saying a word, he walked to the desk, pulled out several tissues, and handed them to Shang Qingye. Shang Qingye looked up at him, took the tissues, and wiped his finger casually, cleaning it one by one.

“Come here and be a model for me. As long as you come, I will let you handle the photography for my studio as well.”

Yu Qingdu sat back in his office chair. He propped his head up with his right hand and looked at him. “I have an international competition coming up soon. I need you to be the model for the promotional photos.”

Shang Qingye was still wiping his finger. He kept his head down as he spoke. “Boss Yu, can you really not find any models now? You have to find an amateur?”

Yu Qingdu wound a strand of his own hair around his finger, playing with it. He spoke playfully. “Only you can do it. Are you coming or not?”

The moment Shang Qingye looked up, his eyes met Yu Qingdu’s. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “I will come.”

“Oh my god, Yu Qingdu, I never realized you were such a pervert before.”

Jiang Zhiyan reclined on the sofa with his legs spread wide, looking at Yu Qingdu with a face full of disdain. He felt as if he needed to wash his eyes. Yu Qingdu leaned against the back of his office chair, spinning around. He looked up at Jiang Zhiyan with a smile, though his words were shameless.

“Do not worry, my perversion will not extend to you.”

Jiang Zhiyan rolled his eyes at him and said, “Yan Er has joined Shengshi.”

“Yan Er? Was it not rumored that he was opening his own studio?” Yu Qingdu was still spinning in his chair.

“He surely did not have the money to open one. He really thought he could become you. It is hilarious.” Mentioning Yan Er brought a look of pure contempt to Jiang Zhiyan’s face.

Yu Qingdu appeared lazy. “Shengshi actually accepted him?”

Jiang Zhiyan grew angry at the mention of this. He sat up abruptly and slapped his own thigh. “It makes me furious just thinking about it. Shengshi was never any good to begin with, but do they not do background checks when hiring? They hire anyone, even a thief. They should watch out for bad luck.”

Jiang Zhiyan spoke bluntly, but Yu Qingdu felt that his logic was sound despite the coarse language.

“Alright, he is just a clown. There is no need to pay him any attention.” Yu Qingdu tilted his head back to stretch his neck. “By the way, tell Qin Zhiyan that I found a colleague for him. I will bring him by in a few days for an introduction.”

Qin Zhiyan was the only exclusive photographer for their studio. Now, there were two. Hearing this, Jiang Zhiyan’s interest was instantly piqued. “Hey, I heard about it. It is the guy who was in the office just now, right?”

Yu Qingdu did not answer him but simply gave a soft chuckle.

“Oh my god, you are actually getting a boyfriend to accompany you at work. You really know how to enjoy yourself. Others start with the office and move to a romance; you start with a romance and move to the office. City people really know how to play.”

Hearing Jiang Zhiyan say this, Yu Qingdu neither confirmed nor denied it. He simply placed a piece of paper over his face and closed his eyes to rest.

When Shang Qingye returned home, he saw Grandma Shang clutching her waist, moving toward the kitchen one step at a time.

“Grandma! What happened?”

Shang Qingye immediately went over to support her. He carefully led her to the sofa and helped her sit down.

“I accidentally twisted my waist just now. I am getting old; my body is no longer reliable.”

Hearing this, Shang Qingye frowned. He made a move to help her to the hospital. “Let us go to the hospital. Grandma, how could you not call me? Do you really think you do not have a grandson?”

“Oh dear, why go to the hospital? Why waste that money? My waist will be fine after a night of rest. You have not eaten dinner yet, have you? I prepared the shrimp you love the most.”

Grandma Shang waved her hands repeatedly, insisting she did not need the hospital. From her posture, it looked like she intended to go back to the kitchen.

“You stay seated. I will handle it.” Shang Qingye pressed her down to keep her seated, rolled up his sleeves, and entered the kitchen.

A moment later, he brought a plate of large shrimp, a plate of green vegetables, and a bowl of meat soup to the dining table. He served a bowl of rice for Grandma Shang and handed her a pair of chopsticks. “Eat. After you finish, I am taking you to the hospital.”

Grandma Shang waved her hands again. The words of refusal were at the tip of her tongue when Shang Qingye cut her off.

“If you do not go, I will not go to get my ear checked.”

“Are you serious? You are willing to treat your ear?” Hearing his words, Grandma Shang’s cloudy eyes lit up.

“You will not know if you do not go.” Shang Qingye was busy peeling shrimp shells with both hands, skillfully avoiding a direct answer. However, Grandma Shang believed he was willing to seek treatment and immediately agreed to go to the hospital for an examination.

“Fine. Eat slowly.” Shang Qingye placed the peeled shrimp into Grandma Shang’s bowl.