Help, My Buff Roommate is Begging to Touch my Abs - Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Hubby is finding connections for himself

While scrolling through videos, Zhao Yuheng’s finger paused on the screen.

Seeing from the corner of his eye that Jin Bao, though his eyes were open, had a dull gaze and was clearly not in the mood to listen to the lecture, he felt something was wrong. He put away his phone and opened WeChat to send a message to Jin Bao.

Grandpa Doesn’t Eat Celery: Bao’er, what’s wrong?

Bao’er: Nothing, Heng-ge.

Grandpa Doesn’t Eat Celery: Tell the truth.

Zhao Yuheng stared at those three words, his brows furrowed slightly.

Seeing Jin Bao still pretending to look at the blackboard, a large, knuckle-defined hand reached directly across the aisle.

It grabbed Jin Bao’er’s wrist resting under the desk.

His burning hot fingertips pressed against Jin Bao’s slightly cool pulse.

He leaned his whole body forward, leaning in slowly, lowering his voice until his breath was almost spraying onto Jin Bao’s earlobe.

“Say it.”

That voice carried an unquestionable sense of oppression.

Jin Bao shuddered all over from Zhao Yuheng’s sudden closeness.

He pulled his neck back uncomfortably.

“I’ll say it, I’ll say it. Move over a bit; we’re in class.”

He looked guiltily at the teacher on the podium, trying to pull his hand back, but it was held even tighter.

Zhao Yuheng was satisfied then, raised his eyebrows, and sat back in his seat.

But he didn’t let go of his hand immediately; he just let it rest there lightly.

Then, he saw Jin Bao’er typing on his phone quickly.

Soon, the reply came through, and Jin Bao tearfully told him about being scammed while buying a novel-writing course.

After finishing it, Zhao Yuheng didn’t know whether to be angry or helpless.

A smile of unknown meaning curled at the corner of his mouth, and his fingertips rubbed lightly on the back of Jin Bao’s hand twice.

“You really want to write novels?”

For a long time, Jin Bao’er thought Zhao Yuheng would scold him for being stupid as usual, and scold him for trying to take shortcuts.

If his aunt knew about the 500 yuan he was scammed out of, she would definitely give him a dressing down.

But his Heng-ge suddenly asked this, and he discovered that there was a rare seriousness in his Heng-ge’s eyes.

Bao’er: Yeah. Besides taking it as a side job, I actually really like writing novels.

It feels like the destiny of the protagonist is held in my own hands. What kind of people they meet, what kind of things happen, and what the future will be like are completely under my control.

At the same time, I can immerse myself and experience the love, hate, and enmity between them.

Without realizing it, Jin Bao’er sent so much to him, as if opening his inner world to Zhao Yuheng.

Heng-ge: Okay, I got it.

Then Zhao Yuheng didn’t reply again, just held Jin Bao’s hand back.

He squeezed his palm gently, as if comforting him, and then continued scrolling his videos.

Jin Bao’er looked at that broad, warm hand, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his heart.

That’s it?

No comfort?

Not going to throw money at me?

It’s one thing if he doesn’t accept it, but it’s another thing if the other person doesn’t offer.

People are just this greedy.

Jin Bao hadn’t slept last night, and after that bit of grievance passed, drowsiness hit him instantly.

He laid on the desk and actually fell asleep in class for the first time.

His head nodded and bobbed, like a chick dozing off.

When he woke up, it was already the break between classes. At a glance, he found Zhao Yuheng making a phone call in the stairwell with a serious expression.

He rubbed his eyes and prepared to open his book to take a look.

On the other side, Zhao Yuheng’s tone on the phone softened for a rare moment: “Hey, old man, do a favor for your youngest son.”

Zhao Yuheng usually didn’t ask his dad to do things, he went straight to his mom.

Because as long as his mom agreed to something, his dad would definitely agree.

But this matter didn’t need to bother his mom; he believed his dad could agree to it too.

“You want that admission ticket for the Yinxin Writer Exchange Meeting?”

The person on the other end said, “Where is your old man supposed to get that for you?”

“Old man, just do me a favor.”

“I have money, but I’m not a god.”

“Old man, I’m begging you.”

Zhao Yuheng’s tone was rare in being very low, even carrying a hint of acting spoiled.

The person on the other end of the phone, Zhao’s father, immediately went silent.

His youngest son was fearless and looked stronger and taller than him; every time he disciplined him, he had to look up, and his momentum was already weakened by half.

Today, he was actually begging himself so humbly.

“Alright, I’ll figure something out.”

Zhao’s father was about to hang up after saying that, only to be interrupted by Zhao Yuheng.

“Old man, do me another favor. Find an introducer with some prestige, too. Otherwise, when we go in, no one will pay attention to us, and it will be a wasted trip.”

“Get lost. Where would I have the ability to find such a prestigious person for you? I don’t have one.”

After saying that, Zhao’s father hung up.

Zhao Yuheng hadn’t had a chance to continue begging and sighed helplessly.

He had just promised Jin Bao’er; if he couldn’t do it, he would be so embarrassed.

Of course, he would try calling his mom again at night.

After class, when the two were preparing to go to the cafeteria to eat, Zhao Yuheng’s phone rang.

“Saturday, you guys go straight to that exchange center and look for a guy named Liu Hai. I’ve sent the specific address to your WeChat.”

It was a call from Zhao’s father.

“Thanks, old man.”

Zhao Yuheng didn’t expect his dad to work so efficiently, getting it done in only an hour and a half.

“Hmph, you better hurry up and find me a good daughter-in-law, or don’t come home this year.”

After saying that, the call was disconnected.

Zhao Yuheng listened to the busy signal and smiled helplessly.

His old man was a traditional old fogey; he didn’t allow him to date in high school, and as soon as he started college, he began pushing for marriage—truly an old fogey.

Jin Bao’er was waiting quietly for Zhao Yuheng to finish his call on the side.

Until he hung up, Zhao Yuheng changed his face immediately, wrapping his arm around him enthusiastically and proudly.

“I told you, you’re a lucky kid for meeting your Heng-ge. I’ll guarantee you wealth and glory in the future.”

Zhao Yuheng raised his sword-like brows, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and laughed in a roguish way.

Once Jin Bao heard this, it seemed something good had happened; his eyes instantly brightened like two black grapes, looking up at him full of anticipation.

Seeing Jin Bao’er’s obedient and anxious appearance, Zhao Yuheng couldn’t keep up the act anymore. He rubbed his large hand affectionately on the back of his head and spoke quickly.

“There’s a pretty famous writer exchange conference to be held in Jingbei this Saturday. Do you want to go?”

When Jin Bao heard it was a nationally famous writer exchange conference, he hesitated—could a small transparent person like him go?

Zhao Yuheng saw his embarrassment and puffed out his solid chest, continuing: “Don’t worry, who is your Heng-ge? I can definitely get you to talk to people with real ability.”

Zhao Yuheng looked proud, as if accomplishing this was even more prestigious than scoring a perfect grade.

Jin Bao’er was completely stunned.

Is this “boyfriend power”?

Or the power of money?

Sure enough, hugging Heng-ge’s thigh tightly—becoming a ‘god’ soon is just around the corner!

“Heng-ge!”

Jin Bao hugged Zhao Yuheng fiercely, like a little milk dog begging for food, his cheek digging hard into his chest, rubbing against those rock-hard muscles.

“Heng-ge, you are my own brother. I’ll follow you for the rest of my life.”

Zhao Yuheng was surprised by Jin Bao’er’s excited and enthusiastic actions. His body stiffened slightly, and then he laughed helplessly.

Jin Bao’er, who was usually introverted and reserved, was rarely this proactive.

He patted Jin Bao’s soft back gently, his voice deep and magnetic.

“It’s alright, don’t worry. Follow your brother from now on; as long as your brother has soup to drink, you’ll have a bowl to wash.”

Jin Bao’er: “…”

He lifted his head from Zhao Yuheng’s arms, his mouth pouting enough to hang an oil bottle.

He stared at this insensitive man in disbelief.