No One Is Allowed To Lay Eyes On The Evil God’s Precious Beauty - Chapter 14

Chapter 14: This Is a Test for Him

After finishing the afternoon tea rush, Wuyi packed his things to head home. He told Wen Ya that he likely wouldn’t be at the shop for a while and reminded her to collect the money from that young man.

Wen Ya agreed immediately. She had felt uncomfortable watching the scene earlier that day, so she naturally supported her boss standing up for himself.

“But boss, aren’t you afraid he won’t come back to pay? He dressed so simply; he doesn’t look like the type to frequent a shop like ours. What if we can’t find him?”

Wuyi crossed his arms and let out a small, knowing chuckle. “I know who he is. This is just a test for him.”

Wen Ya immediately realized the people from earlier were from his school. Though she didn’t quite understand what was being tested, she nodded in agreement. She helped Wuyi load his handmade desserts into the car, closed the door, and watched the luxury car logo fade into the distance, clicking her tongue in awe.

Truly mysterious, she thought. Just which family’s young master is our boss?

…

Wuyi kept his promise and brought his desserts back to the Fu residence. He distributed them to Auntie Cen and Qing Zhu, leaving the final portion in the fridge for Fu Liuye, who hadn’t finished work yet.

Cen Yue praised him as usual. From the first bite, she was full of compliments, her expression natural and devoid of any exaggeration. “Xiao Yi’s craftsmanship is truly excellent.”

Wuyi loved being praised. He sat obediently on the sofa, his face full of pride and joy, looking like a contented cat.

Qing Zhu picked up a Snow Skin Daifuku and stuffed it into his mouth, merely giving a “Mhm” of approval. Compared to Cen Yue, his reaction was far too plain. Fortunately, Wuyi was in a good mood and didn’t nitpick. He habitually leaned closer to the other.

“How is it going? Did you find any important information?”

Qing Zhu still had an old, yellowed diary on his lap. Seeing him chewing slowly without answering, Wuyi stood up, squeezed into the gap of the single-seat sofa, and pressed himself against Qing Zhu.

Cen Yue was stunned by the sight. The fair, slender, beautiful boy was squeezed against the edge of the seat, while the tall black mist beside him pulled back into a blurry human form. Seemingly overwhelmed by the squeezing, Qing Zhu let out a “Tsk” after a long silence and rested his hand on the back of the chair. From this angle, it looked as if he was drawing Wuyi into his embrace.

“This handwriting doesn’t seem as messy anymore.” Wuyi noticed nothing, lowering his head to earnestly decipher the words. “Hmm… what is this saying? It feels like it’s bad-mouthing someone. Who is this A-Lin?”

Qing Zhu said nothing. Wuyi guessed on his own: “Is he one of those six people?”

“Mhm.”

Wuyi frowned at the pages for a long time, still confused, and asked Qing Zhu to explain it to him.

“Surname Qin,” Qing Zhu said with his usual brevity.

“Does that mean his name is Qin Lin?” Wuyi’s eyes lit up. “A name makes things easier to find, right?”

“This was decades ago,” Cen Yue chimed in appropriately. “Mr. Qing thinks that since Old Fu changed his own name, it’s hard to say if this Mr. Qin did the same.”

Wuyi found that logical and grew troubled again.

“Is everything handled?” Qing Zhu asked.

Wuyi snapped back to reality, proudly lifting his chin. “Of course. So I came back to check on your progress.”

Qing Zhu seemed to glance at him before asking, “Did you encounter anything interesting?” His tone sounded like he was asking a local kindergartener about their day at school.

Reminded, Wuyi grew excited. “I saw a classmate today. I feel like he’s very pitiful; he definitely fits those requirements you mentioned before.”

Cen Yue listened from the side, wondering if she should excuse herself.

“Go to the school tomorrow and take a look,” Qing Zhu said.

Wuyi’s eyes widened. “No way! I don’t have classes tomorrow or the day after.”

“…What legitimate business could you possibly have?” Qing Zhu had teased him like this many times before, but for some reason, Wuyi found it increasingly unbearable.

“I’m going shopping with Auntie Cen.” Wuyi refused to look at the person beside him. With a huff, he stood up. “You said you weren’t in a hurry for mental energy, right? Can’t I play for two days?”

Qing Zhu couldn’t understand where this temper came from. “When did I ever say that?”

“Your attitude says it.” Wuyi didn’t want to talk to him anymore. He grabbed his bag and prepared to go upstairs.

Unexpectedly, the sound of a car came from the courtyard. Cen Yue, who had witnessed the whole exchange, gave an awkward smile, finally finding a topic to break the tension. “That should be Liuye back from work. Quite early today.”

Outside the window, Fu Liuye got out of the car and helped the driver unload clothes wrapped in dust bags from the back seat. Wuyi recognized several items he had wanted and immediately ditched his bag, running out of the house.

Watching that “unprincipled” back, Qing Zhu calmly looked away.

“Xiao Yi,” Fu Liuye smiled immediately upon seeing him. “I specifically picked up some new clothes for you. I noticed your backpack was a bit old, so I picked out three for you to choose from. See if you like them.”

Wuyi ran to his side, seeing several bags of different sizes and purposes, all with large luxury logos. He beamed instantly. “I love them!”

“As long as you like them. Later, see which ones you want sent to your place, and I’ll have the driver help you.”

“Thank you, Brother Fu!” Wuyi’s tongue always became sweeter after receiving gifts.

Fu Liuye’s eyes crinkled with a smile as he habitually rubbed Wuyi’s head. The hair was fluffy and silky—just like the person, soft and cute.

With new gifts, Wuyi’s earlier gloom vanished. He ran back inside happily, only to find that Qing Zhu had already gone upstairs.

…

The next day, Wuyi went shopping with Cen Yue in the morning. By the time they returned home cheerfully, the living room was piled high with items from the mall and boutiques. Qing Zhu was still leaning against the sofa reading the diaries, though the “to-be-read” pile was now empty.

“Finished reading?” Wuyi felt a bit guilty for going out all day without him. He wasn’t the type to hold a grudge, and because he loved going out, he projected that feeling onto Qing Zhu. “Are you tired? How about I take you for a walk tonight?”

He knew Qing Zhu didn’t like moving much; he was only relaxed when on Wuyi’s body. Otherwise, he stayed coiled in one spot.

“No need.” The voice was cold. He really is angry, Wuyi thought.

Wuyi looked at him expectantly. “Don’t be mad, Qingqing. Look at my new clothes, don’t they look good?”

Qing Zhu didn’t even lift his head, clearly uninterested.

“I’ll take you to school tomorrow, okay?” Wuyi hated going to school; there were always so many exhausting club activities. Qing Zhu still ignored him, continuing to flip through the final diary page by page.

Getting no response, Wuyi went to bed in a huff.

On the day he had to go to school, he made a point of waking up early. He put on the new clothes Fu Liuye bought him, grabbed a new bag, and packed his supplies. He went downstairs to show off to Cen Yue, who was practicing “Eight Pieces of Brocade” (Baduanjin).

Cen Yue smiled kindly. “Beautiful, very beautiful.”

The little snake on his wrist remained motionless. Wuyi huffed, gave a brief greeting, and got into the car for school.

Wuyi had never liked crowded activities. He left the Sign Language Club shortly after arriving and was about to take Qing Zhu to the dormitory when he received a call from Wen Ya.

“Manager, are you busy? I wanted to tell you something.”

The sports field was noisy, and Wuyi assumed she wanted time off. He intended to end the call quickly. “If you need a break, just message the group.”

Wen Ya paused. “No, it’s about the person you paid for the other day. He hasn’t come back to pay yet. Should we contact him?”

Wuyi was surprised. “He didn’t go yesterday?”

“No.”

How strange. Wuyi didn’t think that young man was that type of person. After a moment, he said, “It’s fine. I’ll go find him.”

He quickened his pace toward the dormitory building. “He’s my roommate.”

“Ah?”

Five minutes later, Wuyi arrived at Room 306. After rummaging through his bag and failing to find his key, he knocked on the door. There were many people moving about in the hallway. Growing impatient and hearing no response, he knocked harder.

“Is no one inside?” he wondered.

“There are,” Qing Zhu said. “Three.”

“…”

Wuyi frowned and raised his hand to knock again, but just then, he heard footsteps and impatient voices from inside.

“Stop looking for trouble. Who is it…”

“Think you’re some kind of saint, don’t you? Worrying about who’s knocking this early. Why do you care?”

As the door opened, the tail end of the complaint reached Wuyi’s ears. The person who opened the door was exactly the one Wuyi was looking for. He looked like he had just finished washing up; he was wearing a thin, worn-out shirt, and his damp bangs were clumped together in the dim light, making him look a bit disheveled.

Xie Jingchuan recognized the person in front of him almost instantly. Startled, his gaze fell on the bag in Wuyi’s hand. The words “Who are you looking for?” were swallowed back as he suddenly realized something.

“You’re Wuyi?”

There were four beds in their dorm. One roommate had never been seen, only his name on the label by the bed.

Wuyi nodded, finding the atmosphere a bit awkward. “Mhm. I came to pick up some things.”

Xie Jingchuan stepped aside to let him in and closed the door behind him to block out the cold air. However, the complaining voices of the other two roommates didn’t stop.

“I mean, did he have to come this early? If he doesn’t live here, he should just take all his junk away.”

“Exactly…”

These two roommates were always biting, and Xie Jingchuan was used to it. But watching Wuyi walk to his locker as if he hadn’t heard a thing, he felt strangely uneasy. He felt that Wuyi shouldn’t have to hear such ugly words.

Bang! The locker door was slammed shut, abruptly cutting off the two voices.

“Dammit, what’s your problem?”

Xie Jingchuan watched as Wuyi stuffed something into his bag, then turned his beautiful, arrogant face to reveal a mocking expression.

“My problem is waking you both up. It’s noon and you’re still rotting in bed. You expect people with normal schedules to grope around in the dark and stay silent? Why don’t you just live in a coffin then?”

The two on the beds were instantly enraged. Xie Jingchuan was stunned by the outburst. But Wuyi was fearless. He walked to the window and whipped the curtain open. Sunlight flooded the room. The two shirtless young men shielded their eyes, their anger boiling over.

“Are you crazy?”

One of them grabbed the bed rail, intending to come down and confront Wuyi. Xie Jingchuan looked at Wuyi’s slender limbs and hesitated, preparing to step in. But suddenly, the person’s foot slipped on the bed ladder. He crashed to the floor, the sound of flesh hitting wood and tile a dull thud.

“…”

Instantly, the only sound in the dorm was his pained groans. The other person on the bed froze, his movement to throw off the covers halted.

Wuyi snorted. “Can’t even use a ladder? What a waste of space, yet you still have the energy to shout. Don’t rub your bad luck on me.”

Xie Jingchuan: “…”

How could a guy who looks so delicate and cute say such sharp words?