Everyone Loves the Villainous Scumbag [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 10

Upon hearing this, Yu Wuyang moved to unwrap the scarf from his neck to return it to Luo Jianghe.

“Stop tugging at it; let us walk faster,” Luo Jianghe said, reaching out to press down on Yu Wuyang’s moving hand.

The fingertips of both were icy; there was no way they could provide warmth to each other. Seeing Luo Jianghe frown, Yu Wuyang had no choice but to stop his movements. He quickened his pace, leading Luo Jianghe to the hotel where he was staying nearby.

Because it was difficult to ask about personal matters on the street, Luo Jianghe remained silent throughout the walk. It was not until they reached the hotel that he finally asked Yu Wuyang: “Why did you lie to me? Do you realize that doing that only makes people worry more?”

Yu Wuyang said nothing, silently listening to Luo Jianghe’s lecture. His nose felt sore and swollen, and his eyes reddened, but he did not cry. He heard clearly that what Luo Jianghe cared about was the lie, rather than asking why he had not gone home in the first place. He knew Luo Jianghe was trying to save him from embarrassment. Luo Jianghe understood him; he understood the awkwardness of living under someone else’s roof.

Having not received such deep concern for a long time, Yu Wuyang did not know how to repay Luo Jianghe. What could Luo Jianghe possibly need? Love always seems to flow toward those who do not need it. Luo Jianghe already possessed the love of many: the friendship of classmates, the affection of elders, and even the adoration of many girls.

Yet, why did a person like Luo Jianghe show such extraordinary concern for him? Could he afford to be a little greedy and allow himself a dream? Could he imagine a future where he was always by Luo Jianghe’s side?

“Jianghe, I, I know I was wrong. It will not happen again. Next time, I will tell you regardless of where I am going, okay?” His heart had softened completely, so his voice was soft as well, carrying a hint of coaxing.

[Detected: Emotional Value has risen to 70%. Keep up the good work, Host!]

Hearing the system’s voice in his mind, Luo Jianghe mentally gave a thumbs-up.

“It is good that you know you were wrong. I am only telling you this because I care about you.”

[Ding! Scumbag attribute detected. Scumbag points +1.]

Luo Jianghe mentally celebrated again.

The hotel Yu Wuyang stayed in was a low-end establishment with no star rating, consisting of only two floors. The first floor was the lobby, and the second floor held the rooms. The single room he stayed in had poor soundproofing; one could clearly hear someone making a phone call outside the door. Because the area was historic, the buildings near the school had not been demolished. The hotel was old; standing by the window, one could even smell mildew on the walls and curtains.

Even so, the room rate was over one hundred yuan per day. While that was not considered expensive for this city, two days cost nearly four hundred, and a four- or five-day stay would reach nearly a thousand. There were rental apartments near the school, but they all required at least a six-month lease. Having no other choice, he had found a hotel with decent cost-performance.

Since nearby shops would be closed for the New Year, Yu Wuyang had bought three or four days’ worth of bread in advance, seemingly prepared to spend the Spring Festival that way. School would start a few days after the festival, and it appeared he planned to return to the dormitory then. After all, there was no electricity at school right now. Yu Wuyang clearly did not want his Spring Festival to be so miserable that he had to stay in a place without power or hot water, so he planned to stay in the hotel for this period. At least he could drink hot water, take a hot shower at night, and keep the air conditioning on all night. This would allow him to spend the festival in warmth rather than being squeezed onto his cousin’s small balcony.

Yu Wuyang’s parents had died in a car accident. Because the family had insurance, the compensation he received was actually quite substantial. Later, following his uncle and aunt’s advice, he deposited the money in the bank. Every month, his aunt would give him the interest as pocket money. Because the interest was significant, Yu Wuyang did not receive all of it; most went into his uncle’s pocket. Consequently, Yu Wuyang did not have much money on him; what he had was saved through regular frugality. After his parents died, no one paid attention to his clothing throughout the seasons. He rarely bought clothes for himself, but since he had grown quickly in recent years, he had bought two sets of clothes a size larger for the New Year so he could continue wearing them even if he grew taller. By being frugal, he did indeed have some money available.

Luo Jianghe looked around the room and decided: “Pack your things. I will call for a car. Once it arrives, we will leave.”

“Leave for where?” Yu Wuyang asked blankly.

Luo Jianghe looked at him: “Where do you think? Did I not just say it? Come to my house and spend the New Year with me.”

“But, what about your parents?” Yu Wuyang stammered, afraid his words might make Luo Jianghe angry.

“It is fine. We will just say your flight to your hometown was canceled due to the snow,” Luo Jianghe provided a ready-made excuse.

“Is that okay?” Yu Wuyang was somewhat doubtful.

Luo Jianghe said firmly: “It is okay.”

“Have you eaten lunch yet?” Luo Jianghe checked the time; it was already eleven o’clock, and twelve was their family’s lunch time.

“I have not eaten.”

Luo Jianghe then told Yu Wuyang to pack his luggage while he opened the window and called Mother Luo. He asked her to prepare some food and explained that Yu Wuyang was unable to go home due to the blizzard. Mother Luo was curious about where he had been staying, and Luo Jianghe simply said he had been in a hotel for a few days. The original host was a child who did not require much parental worry. Since he had already stated that Yu Wuyang’s elders had agreed to him staying at the Luo house, she did not ask further. The Luo family’s financial situation was currently fine, so they did not mind having an extra person. The significance of spending the Spring Festival together now was simply to have a few good meals at home. Since both Luo Jianghe and Luo Xi had exams to prepare for the following year, they could not plan any holiday travel.

Once Luo Jianghe finished the call, Mother Luo did not say anything more. She did not prepare many extra dishes for lunch because Father Luo was busy with work and would not be coming home to eat, which meant she did not need to add more food.

Yu Wuyang only had the clothes he was wearing plus two changes of clothes. The rest consisted of some underwear and electronics, so packing took very little time. By the time he finished, Luo Jianghe had successfully booked a car. Although it was canceled shortly after, they managed to get another one after about half an hour of effort.

They arrived near his house and walked for a while, reaching the door after twelve o’clock. Luo Jianghe was surprised to find that Mother Luo and the others were still waiting for him to return for lunch. After all, it was not just the Luo family; Fu Chen was also there as a guest.

At the dining table, Luo Jianghe introduced Yu Wuyang to Mother Luo and the others. Luo Xi was not particularly interested in boys like Yu Wuyang, who appeared even weaker than her brother, but because he was her brother’s friend, her attitude was friendly enough. Her eyes were mostly fixed on Fu Chen. Even though Luo Jianghe had told her Fu Chen was gay, she still harbored doubts. As for Mother Luo, she possessed a certain maternal kindness. Upon seeing the refined-looking Yu Wuyang, she was quite welcoming. Seeing that Yu Wuyang did not reject her hospitality, she frequently placed food into his bowl. Naturally, she did not leave Fu Chen out; for every piece of food she gave Yu Wuyang, she gave one to Fu Chen as well. However, she did not offer a single bite to her own two children. To this, Luo Jianghe and Luo Xi could only silently complain: “Biological children, indeed.”

The dining table appeared peaceful on the surface, but in places the Luo family could not see, Yu Wuyang frequently scrutinized Fu Chen with a hint of hostility. Fu Chen was equally focused on Yu Wuyang. He had seen clearly that when Yu Wuyang entered the house, the scarf he pulled from his neck was the very one Fu Chen had personally wrapped around Luo Jianghe’s neck that morning.

The weather outside was so cold, yet Luo Jianghe had given his scarf to Yu Wuyang. What if he caught a cold? And how could a grown man like Yu Wuyang have the nerve to take a scarf from a male friend? Would he freeze to death without it? The sympathy Fu Chen had felt after seeing Yu Wuyang bullied on several occasions vanished instantly. Before, he had thought Yu Wuyang was being deceived by someone like Luo Jianghe, treated as a follower rather than a friend. Now, it seemed Luo Jianghe truly considered Yu Wuyang a friend. However, knowing this did not make Fu Chen happy; instead, he felt quite irritable.

Since the two were sizing each other up, their eyes naturally met. Every time they did, Fu Chen’s already cold expression would grow even colder. Yu Wuyang would also lose some of his usual refinement, his expression turning flat, completely devoid of the well-behaved manner he typically showed others. Yu Wuyang was also unhappy; he had thought he would be the only friend Luo Jianghe brought home for the New Year. He had not expected this.

After lunch, Luo Jianghe took Yu Wuyang upstairs. Since the guest room had already been given to Fu Chen and Yu Wuyang was a guest, it was not right to make him sleep on the sofa, so Luo Jianghe took him directly to his own room.

“Fu Chen is leaving tomorrow, so please bear with it today and sleep in my room.” The original host liked large beds, and his bed was a 1.8-meter double bed, which was more than enough for both of them. Luo Jianghe did not mind sleeping in the same bed with another male; he could simply add another quilt. With one quilt each and no intimate physical contact, it would not be awkward. It was better than letting a good friend sleep on the floor when there was such a large bed available. In fact, that would be even stranger.

Yu Wuyang did not reject this arrangement; instead, he felt a secret joy in his heart. Moreover, what he cared about most right now was not where he slept.

“Why is Fu Chen living at your house?”

How long exactly had Luo Jianghe and Fu Chen been living together? Recalling the look Fu Chen had given him earlier, Yu Wuyang secretly felt that the relationship between Luo Jianghe and Fu Chen was not entirely innocent.

At the very least, Fu Chen did not seem indifferent toward Luo Jianghe. He just did not know how Luo Jianghe felt about Fu Chen. Yu Wuyang felt uneasy. He and Luo Jianghe had not even started, yet a rival had already appeared.

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