No One Else Will Do But You - Chapter 49

“It seems Shu Luo still doesn’t know, does he?” Su Jing Feng casually introduced a topic to ease the atmosphere, ensuring that the first collaboration between the two partners wouldn’t immediately break down.

Jiang Mu turned sideways, the light skimming past his cheek and casting a shadow.

“Of course, he knows,” he said. He walked toward the conference room door, preparing to leave, but then turned back, looking at Su Jing Feng calmly. “So, he is destined not to run away.”

He then opened the door gentlemanly with one hand, seemingly asking if Su Jing Feng wanted to walk out together.

Su Jing Feng shook his head, chuckled, and stood up, walking toward him. “Indeed, the younger generation is formidable.”

“Indeed, you’re nearly thirty yourself.”

Stunned by the stinging wit, Su Jing Feng was speechless.

Just as they walked out, Jiang Mu’s phone rang.

He took it out and saw Zhang Feiyang’s name. Would he have something to look for him about?

“Hello, this is Jiang Mu.”

Zhang Feiyang, on the other end, heard the official opening line again and felt a touch of disdain. Did he always have to be so rigid?

“Jiang Mu, Shu Luo is drunk right now. Come to the Four Seasons Family Hot Pot to pick him up. Zhong Qing and I can’t take him back, and it’s impossible for him to go back to the dorm like this.”

Drunk?

Jiang Mu continued walking, saying in a low voice, “Watch over him. I’ll be right there.”

He then glanced at Su Jing Feng, who naturally knew who was on the phone.

“Alright, go take care of your business.”

The two people at the Four Seasons Family Hot Pot were genuinely exchanging worried glances. Thankfully, they preferred small private rooms when eating, or Shu Luo’s current state would have been utterly embarrassing.

He had just sat up and sung a song. Although it was listenable, he stared at them with watery, red eyes while singing, making both of them feel awkward.

The tears didn’t require any props; they just slid down the corners of his eyes, making the two feel inexplicably miserable and heavy-hearted. Initially, they wanted to finish their food, as wasting it was a shame, but they found that the moment they picked up their chopsticks, Shu Luo suddenly opened his eyes and stared at them. As he stared, tears fell, causing them to fear moving their chopsticks.

He would fall asleep after a while, and when they moved their chopsticks, he would suddenly open his eyes again, with tears streaming down silently, creating an eerily strange atmosphere.

Zhang Feiyang and Zhong Qing gave up the idea of finishing the food and chose to sit beside him, asking gentle questions.

Unexpectedly, he started singing—Xue Zhiqian’s “Serious Snow.” He sang it with immense sorrow, his emotions so full that both of them wanted to cover their eyes.

They had genuinely never seen Shu Luo drunk because he couldn’t drink at all. This little accident today was certainly an eye-opener.

Zhong Qing even quietly took out her phone to secretly film him, claiming it was for “evidence.”

“Impossible, impossible…” Shu Luo kept muttering this phrase. He propped his cheek up with one hand, his eyes glazed over as he stared at Zhang Feiyang. “How could I possibly like you? Impossible!”

“?!” Zhang Feiyang’s eyes widened. He folded his arms across his chest. What was happening? Drunk honest talk?! He couldn’t possibly like him, could he?

Zhong Qing glared at him. “It has nothing to do with you. It’s clearly not meant for you. Don’t you know about drunk confessions? He’s confusing people. I’m going to record this. Maybe I can use it to supplement our household income later.” She quietly pulled out her phone again.

His drunk ramblings were mainly focused on phrases like, how could I possibly like you, I’m not gay, and then bits like but I think I like you a little.

Zhong Qing knew it. The spark between those two had been evident for years. With the surge of fujoshi (female fans of male homosexual romance) in recent years, her roommates were incredibly familiar with such things. Through immersion, she understood certain aspects and was not repulsed by it. Zhang Feiyang had long been led astray by her; she constantly filled his ears with such ideas, making him almost immune. When he saw two men together, he would only calmly say, “Oh~”

“Zhang Feiyang, do you think Shu Luo’s looks, if they continue to develop, might surpass mine?”

Zhang Feiyang’s internal self complained, “Are you seriously comparing yourself to Shu Luo? Is there any comparison?”

Zhong Qing glared at him irritably. “I’m just asking! It’s a good thing Shu Luo is with us right now. If he were outside like this, he’d definitely be kidnapped for sex!”

Zhang Feiyang also silently sighed. He thought he was a gentle girl back in kindergarten. Now that he was grown up, his appearance was comparable to a gentle girl’s—no, not girlish, just delicate.

A sound of steady footsteps came from the entrance, followed by the opening of the private room door.

Zhong Qing was dazzled by the sight. That sapphire-blue suit and leather shoes surpassed the Zhang Feiyang beside her by miles. Successful businessmen truly were successful businessmen; the aura was different.

But now was not the time to focus on that.

Shu Luo happened to sit up, opening his half-closed eyes, looking dazedly at the newcomer, and then smiled unguardedly.

A radiant smile, like a blooming flower.

Jiang Mu had described Shu Luo’s smile countless times, but this time it surprised him, as Shu Luo had been acting awkwardly around him these past few days.

Of course, it was because he was drunk.

Zhang Feiyang and Zhong Qing’s eyes were already tired of the scene. It was best for them to leave immediately.

After saying goodbye, the two walked out hand-in-hand.

The aroma of hot pot still lingered in the private room.

“Luo Luo, let’s go home.” Jiang Mu gently helped him up from the chair, but his drunk awareness was weak, so he could only carry him on his back.

The two didn’t attract much attention because they were in a private room area, and the hallway was dimly lit. At most, the staff were curious enough to take a look.

He gently placed him in the passenger seat and fastened the seatbelt, his actions tender.

“Jiang Mu…”

He heard the person next to him murmur.

“I’m here.”

“Brother…”

“I’m here.”

“Actually, I like you a little.”

“I know.”

“The snow falls so deep It falls so seriously Reflecting the wounds of my lie in the snow Deep in the night, that is love Secretly controlling my heart Reminding me That loving you requires me to be on standby at all times…”

The faint singing echoed in the car. Jiang Mu’s lips curved into a gentle smile, the softness on his face indicating his current mood.

He admitted it! Alcohol really was a good thing.

But then, disaster struck.

When he was putting him on the bed and about to go ask for leave, he felt someone grabbing his shirt. He turned around, completely rigid.

Shu Luo’s tears fell, one by one, still silently. He just stared at him with wide, bloodshot eyes, without saying a word.

“What’s wrong?” Jiang Mu sighed softly, then reached out to wipe the tears away.

Shu Luo didn’t answer, just kept looking at him. Time seemed to stop.

They stared into each other’s eyes, as if searching for each other’s soul through their eyes. Only the sound of dust motes floating remained in the room.

The sound of their heartbeats suddenly became distinct, their frequencies abruptly synchronized, as if they shared one heart.

Jiang Mu’s hand did not leave his face; instead, he gently caressed his cheek.

He leaned forward and kissed him, the kiss landing on his slightly trembling eyes, his lips tasting the salty tears. Then, their foreheads pressed together, their noses aligned. The sound of their breathing was clear.

“Jiang Mu, I like you,” Shu Luo said clearly, looking at Jiang Mu.

Jiang Mu smiled. “I’m very happy.”

There was no time happier than now. Seven years, and his love had finally blossomed.

Unexpectedly, Shu Luo started crying again, even soaking the part of Jiang Mu’s shoulder where he rested.

And so, Jiang Mu began a very long journey of comforting him.

When they woke up the next morning, one had swollen red eyes, and the other had dark circles. They looked at each other.

Who had harmed whom this time?

However, the happiness outweighed everything else.

“Brother, what did I do last night?”

“?!” Jiang Mu paused his face-washing, feeling utterly depressed. Did he forget?! What about what he said?!

Shu Luo burst into laughter while brushing his teeth. “Haha, I was just teasing you! Cough, cough—”

In his moment of gloating, he inhaled some toothpaste.

Jiang Mu gave him a faint look, thinking to himself, That’s what you get for being naughty.