I’m Face-Blind, But I Devoted Myself To Three Guys - Chapter 10
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Chapter 10: “Can You Buy Him and Give Him to Me?”
“Pfft, hahaha! Qi Haohao, I didn’t know you were actually a fanboy.” Ning Zhao lay on the sofa, scrolling through a viral video someone had forwarded, her laughter sounding incredibly cheap.
Qi Xu sat with his legs curled up on the other end of the sofa, holding his phone while chatting with Su Hang.
Su Hang: [Su Yue said she wants to treat you to dinner to thank you for helping her get that personalized autograph.]
Qi Xu automatically filtered out his sister’s obnoxious laughter and replied: [It’s fine, no need.]
“Asking a public figure for their contact info in a public setting? You’d be lucky to get it,” Ning Zhao judged, clearly enjoying the drama.
Qi Xu smacked his lips. In the end, he really hadn’t managed to get Chi Hui’s contact information. He’d had to settle for the next best thing—a handshake—and helped Su Hang’s sister get an autograph along the way.
Final score for that day: 10.
The pile of random junk he gave away only accounted for 4 points.
After the event, his interaction with Chi Hui had been filmed and uploaded online, becoming a minor viral hit. Initially, a crowd of people attacked him, saying he was disrespectful to Chi Hui. Later, a single comment flipped the script:
“Stop saying he wasn’t sincere. That wristwatch he took off at the end is a niche luxury brand. You can’t get that for less than 200k. He’s likely some young master just there for the fun of it.”
Ning Zhao had also seen the watch at the end. Based on her understanding of Qi Xu, he wouldn’t just give away a gift from someone else on a whim.
“You even gave away the watch Ning Yu gave you. Do you like this Chi Hui that much? How about I sign him to my company so you can play with him?”
Qi Xu’s eyes lit up instantly. “Really? Can you buy him and give him to me?”
Ning Zhao propped her head on her arm, her eyes narrowing as she studied Qi Xu’s face. A second later, she suddenly lunged and screamed at the top of her lungs: “Dad! Your youngest son wants to commit a crime!!”
“…” He knew his sister was up to no good.
Qi Yuanzhou walked out of the study after hearing the noise; he happened to have something to discuss with Qi Xu.
“Haohao, you went to the hospital a while ago. Was it to see a psychiatrist?”
The person questioned froze, hurriedly looking up only to see his father holding several sheets of paper.
Qi Xu: “!!!”
“The housekeeper found these under your bed while cleaning your room,” Qi Yuanzhou said, shaking the medical records in his hand.
Qi Xu knelt on the sofa and reached out, but the person next to him was faster and snatched the papers away.
Ning Zhao flipped through the pages loudly. Her furrowed brows only began to relax when she saw the diagnosis: “No obvious mental or psychological disorders found.” However, to be safe, she took a photo of the records and sent them to a friend who was an expert.
“I knew you were acting weird that day,” Ning Zhao frowned again at the memory. “You’re actually daring to hide such a big matter now.”
Qi Xu steadied his heart, feeling incredibly lucky that he had destroyed the “brainstem hemorrhage” diagnosis back then.
But facing their insistent stares for an explanation, he could only weakly defend himself: “It wasn’t a big deal, and the results showed I’m fine.”
His dismissive attitude earned him a lecture, and Qi Yuanzhou demanded that he move back home starting today.
“No, it’s a hassle to commute every day, and it’s finals week.” Most importantly, if he didn’t stay on campus, his opportunities to find Jiang Yingshen would plummet.
“Then find an apartment near the school and I’ll arrange a housekeeper to take care of you. Otherwise, I’m not comfortable with you living in a dorm alone,” Qi Yuanzhou compromised slightly.
Qi Xu was still reluctant. “How is that any different from living in the dorm?”
Ning Zhao had been typing on her phone for a while, likely chatting with someone. Hearing this, she waved her phone. “It’s fine. I’ll find a professional to look after you.”
Qi Xu blinked, suspecting that the “professional” his sister found was actually meant to spy on him. However, when it came to his safety, he could never win against his family.
…
That night, Qi Xu lay in bed counting on his fingers. His current life points could barely sustain him until the end of the semester. He had to take this chance to hoard as many “Simp Points” as possible to prepare for the winter break.
Judging from the pile of junk he gave Chi Hui, a mindless “clutter-dump” only yielded a pathetic amount of points. It seemed that to be a “simp,” sincerity was also very important.
Thus, early the next morning, Qi Xu—who had no classes—got up early and started tinkering with desserts. He had seen this in that “Simp Alliance” group chat: “To catch a man’s heart, you must first catch his stomach.” Qi Xu didn’t quite understand it, but he took it as gospel.
The housekeeper didn’t even have time to prepare breakfast before being roped into a live teaching session. Unfortunately, Qi Xu had absolutely no talent for cooking. After ruining several batches, he finally managed to produce a presentable plate of baked cookies.
He placed them on the dining table, wanting his family to “test for poison” first.
Ning Zhao picked one that looked somewhat decent from the pile of charred, ugly lumps. She took a bite and nearly rolled her eyes. “Heh. If flour knew it was going to be refined into coal cinders, it would have chosen to rot in the field.”
Ning Zhao had a morning temper, and her words were sharp enough to choke someone. Qi Xu ignored her and turned to stare at his brother.
Under that burning gaze, Ning Yu broke off a small piece and put it in his mouth. After chewing twice, he expressionlessly picked up a nearby glass and took a sip of water.
Seeing him so calm, Qi Xu’s lips curled up happily. However, the joy didn’t last more than a few seconds before Ning Yu looked up at the housekeeper and said, with an indescribable expression, “Please toast a slice of bread for me.”
Qi Xu: “…”
Still, Qi Xu was a bit stubborn. He suspected that the family housekeeper’s skills were so good that his family’s palates were simply too spoiled. So, he packed a portion in a small lunch box, intending to let Su Hang try them.
…
Qi Xu only returned to school after lunch. He got off the bus early and ducked into a residential complex near the school, weaving through a path rarely used by people until he stopped in front of some low bushes.
“Blackie?” Qi Xu called out softly by the bushes. Soon, a familiar black shadow darted out and nimbly jumped to his feet. It arched its tail and affectionately rubbed against Qi Xu’s calf, purring loudly.
This was a stray cat Qi Xu had discovered by chance. It had been a while since he last visited, but he didn’t expect it to still recognize him. Qi Xu picked up a twig from the ground and used it against the cat’s rump to push it back a bit.
The black cat seemed used to his behavior; it stopped approaching and instead sat there licking the fur that had been poked messy.
Grinning, Qi Xu took a piece of ham he had prepared from his bag, broke it apart, and tossed it in front of the cat. While the cat ate, he used the twig to gently stroke its back.
Looking at its shiny fur, Qi Xu felt a wave of regret. If it weren’t for his cat hair allergy, he could have petted it directly with his hands.
As he was sighing, the black cat suddenly looked up alertly, its ears twitching backward. Then, before Qi Xu could react, it vanished into the nearby bushes in a flash, not even caring about the unfinished food on the ground.
“Eh?” The person crouching there was confused.
It took a moment before he noticed the shadow that had appeared behind him. Qi Xu stood up, supporting himself on his knees, and blinked at the tall man in front of him.
The man was holding a bag. Very few people came here, so Qi Xu guessed he was also here to feed the cat. He pursed his lips and was just about to give a polite smile when he saw the man’s brow furrow slightly. The man spoke first:
“What are you doing here?”