No One Is Allowed To Lay Eyes On The Evil God’s Precious Beauty - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Little Yi’s Domestic Tyranny

Cen Yue’s culinary skills were superb. Li Qingquan polished off three bowls of rice, full of praise.

Wu Yi, however, kept his head down and ate quietly, not saying a word throughout the meal. Sensing that he wasn’t in the best of moods, Fu Liuye used public chopsticks to place some steamed fish on his plate.

“Is it not to your taste?”

Wu Yi shook his head. “Auntie’s cooking is very delicious.”

“If there’s anything you don’t like, tell Auntie, and I’ll adjust next time.” Cen Yue watched him eat with a beaming, motherly smile, as if looking at her own child.

Feeling awkward, Wu Yi hurriedly stuffed the deboned fish into his mouth. As he chewed, his cheek puffed out into a small, round bulge.

“I remember Xiao Yi works at a dessert shop?” Cen Yue recalled. “Is it tiring? That location is quite nice; Auntie was actually thinking of opening a few small shops like that to pass the time.”

Although she didn’t say she would buy it for him, her meaning was clear.

Li Qingquan’s chopsticks paused, his eyes widening.

Wu Yi, however, shook his head. “Qing-qing opened that shop for me.”

“I see.” Cen Yue noticed his intentional effort to maintain distance. “Then, if Auntie has time, can I stop by the shop for a visit?”

“Sure, but I’m rarely there.”

“Is Xiao Yi studying at Normal University?” Cen Yue remembered him mentioning he was in college.

Wu Yi’s cheeks flushed slightly. “No.” He named a different school.

“That’s a very good school too.” Cen Yue likely hadn’t heard of it, but she followed up naturally. “It shouldn’t be far from here. If you’re free, come over for dinner. Auntie will make you something special.”

“Okay.”

Wu Yi wasn’t used to this kind of aimless warmth. He finished his meal hastily and sat in the living room eating fruit. He watched Li Qingquan wander around the room like he owned the place, inspecting the clearly priceless collectibles, and searched for an excuse to leave.

“Xiao Yi.”

A magnetic voice approached along with the sound of footsteps.

Wu Yi turned to see Fu Liuye.

He had taken off his suit jacket and was wearing a simple shirt and vest, which emphasized his tall, upright build. He looked even more handsome and commanding than when he was asleep.

“Want to come upstairs? The doll you gave me is still up there.”

Wu Yi opened his mouth to say he hadn’t exactly given it, but after hesitating, he nodded.

Upstairs, Wu Yi found that the layout hadn’t changed at all. It seemed Auntie Cen hadn’t followed Li Qingquan’s advice to rearrange the furniture.

The little sheep plushie was still sitting on the large mahogany desk, its position and posture seemingly untouched.

“It might have gathered a bit of dust, and there’s a small smudge on the side. Can this be washed?”

Fu Liuye picked up the sheep and handed it to Wu Yi, his tone very serious.

Wu Yi blinked and took it. “It can be washed; it won’t hurt it.”

“That’s good.”

Wu Yi rubbed the sheep’s curly wool. Perhaps because both Fu Liuye and Cen Yue spoke to him so gently, he relaxed a bit and couldn’t help but share:

“This doll is one of my favorites.”

As soon as he said it, he felt childish and instinctively shut his mouth.

To his surprise, Fu Liuye replied earnestly, “Is it? I think it’s very cute too. Did you pick this one out specifically for me?”

Wu Yi felt a bit shy. “Yes, because I thought you were a good person.”

Fu Liuye smiled. “Thank you for the compliment. You were at the orphanage that day too—were you the one who sent the desserts and supplies? I saw many kids holding cakes that looked beautiful. Did you make them?”

“I made them with my staff.”

“Then, if you’re free, we could visit the orphanage together. We had paused our investments before, but now that things are back on track, my mother and I have decided to continue sponsoring those children.”

Wu Yi’s eyes lit up slightly, and he nodded. “Okay!”

Fu Liuye gave a warm smile. “We also really like desserts. The ones our company ordered last time were great. Next month is my birthday; could I ask you to make a cake for me?”

Suddenly receiving such validation, Wu Yi agreed again. “Sure.”

Fu Liuye let out a breath of relief. Watching the boy carefully place the sheep back in its original spot, his gaze swept over Wu Yi’s soft, fluffy hair, and a touch of tenderness grew in his heart.

“My mother’s enthusiasm… are you not quite used to it?”

Wu Yi didn’t expect him to notice. He admitted sheepishly, “A little.”

“She had a very good relationship with my father. For a long time after he passed, her health was very poor,” Fu Liuye explained carefully. “The matter regarding ‘That One’ was my father’s final wish. Your current relationship with Him is just like my father’s was, and since you helped us, my mother likes you very much. I hope it doesn’t trouble you; she’s a very kind person.”

“I know. I like Auntie Cen too.”

“I like you very much as well. So, if there’s a chance, let’s keep in touch more—like family, okay?”

Faced with Fu Liuye’s sincere face, Wu Yi couldn’t bring himself to refuse, so he simply nodded.

…

For a week after leaving the Fu residence, Qing Zhu didn’t appear again. Although Wu Yi knew he was absorbing the power they had worked so hard to recover, he couldn’t help but worry.

The conversation between Auntie Cen and Qing Zhu that day weighed heavily on his mind. For years, he hadn’t really thought about what his relationship with Qing Zhu actually was. Hearing Li Qingquan use the word “servant” made him feel uncomfortable.

No matter what, they were friends, right? Did Qing Zhu really see him as a little slave all this time?

The more he thought about it, the more irritable he became. Unfortunately, the person he wanted to interrogate wouldn’t show up, so he could only bottle up his anger and find other things to distract himself.

After the incident at the Fu house, Li Qingquan decided to stay and help Auntie Cen manage the courtyard. He was set up in a hotel partnered with the Fu family, so he didn’t have to squeeze into Wu Yi’s place, but he still ran over to find him frequently.

This morning, after class finished, Wu Yi packed his water bottle and laptop. Thinking of his plans to go to the orphanage with Auntie Cen in the afternoon, he sped up. As he stood, he received a call from Li Qingquan. Just as he was debating whether to answer, two figures blocked the aisle.

He stopped and looked up. A boy and a girl stood before him, both wearing similar expectant smiles.

“Hi, are you going to the library today?” the girl on the left asked.

Wu Yi paused, not quite remembering where he had met them. He simply shook his head. “I have something to do later.”

“Oh.” She looked disappointed.

The boy beside her seemed to think they were wasting time and asked bluntly, “Actually, we wanted to ask if you have a partner, or rather… do you like boys or girls?”

“…”

Wu Yi blinked. He received plenty of love letters and confessions, but this was the first time someone had asked him so directly. And… was “liking boys” something people asked so easily nowadays?

He didn’t know much about this, and he wasn’t particularly interested in the topic.

Remembering Qing Zhu’s warning to stay out of trouble at school, he answered seriously, “I don’t know. But I’m not considering dating for now.”

“Okay then.”

The two looked disappointed but didn’t pester him. However, as soon as they turned around, they started typing furiously on their phones, as if messaging someone.

Wu Yi sensed something was up. Before he could ask, the girl gave an apologetic smile.

“I don’t know if you’ve heard of us, but we’re the ‘Campus Know-it-Alls.’ If there’s anything you want to find out later, you can come to us.”

As she spoke, her partner efficiently pulled out a QR code hanging around his neck, smiling as he waited for Wu Yi to scan it.

Wu Yi scanned it. Just as he was about to ask more, Li Qingquan called again to hurry him up. He said goodbye and ran downstairs.

“Man, your school is huge. I almost got lost walking here.”

Li Qingquan saw him from a distance and began to complain, though he instinctively leaned in to glance at the jade bracelet on Wu Yi’s wrist.

“Still not awake?”

“No.” Wu Yi was a bit out of breath from running. “Let’s just go. Auntie Cen might already be there.”

The two chatted as they walked toward the school gate, attracting quite a bit of attention along the way.

Li Qingquan was a bit uncomfortable at first, but looking at the exquisite and striking face of the person beside him, he figured it made sense. Everyone loves beauty, after all.

Outside the gate, a driver in a suit had been waiting for a long time. He greeted them with a smile.

“President Fu sent me to pick you up.”

Wu Yi smiled. “Thank you, Uncle!”

The driver gave a look that could only be described as grandfatherly.

Li Qingquan followed jubilantly into the back seat. Only after the car started moving did he lean back into the soft, comfortable leather, looking around incessantly.

“Holy cow, is this the legendary Maybach? It’s my first time in one.”

Wu Yi also found it novel. “Me too.”

“Ask President Fu to buy you one later,” Li Qingquan began to instigate.

Wu Yi hugged his bag and pouted, whispering, “I don’t want one. Do you think I’m like you, mooching meals at Auntie Cen’s every day?”

“That’s called being thrifty, and Auntie Cen invited me,” Li Qingquan argued. “I’m not just a mooch; I’m helping repair the yard!”

He was a smooth talker, and Wu Yi wasn’t quick-witted enough to win the argument. He turned to look out the window, his hand habitually stroking the smooth, cold jade bracelet. He couldn’t help but think that if Qing Zhu were here, he’d definitely mock him for being “a tyrant at home but a coward outside.”

After a while, Li Qingquan started playing a mobile game. Wu Yi opened his phone too, wanting to check for messages. Instead, he found the “Know-it-All” public account interface he hadn’t closed.

The pinned posts listed different tip amounts corresponding to the difficulty level of questions.

The “Question Box” on the homepage was filled with inquiries about who was single, who had broken up, or when winter break started. He didn’t see any suitable target characters.

He scrolled for a bit and was about to exit when a few eye-catching keywords grabbed his attention.

He had already habitually swiped left to exit, but he went back in and carefully scrolled down to find that specific post.

Anonymous Question: When is that disgusting gay guy in Room 306 moving out? I get angry just looking at him.

Below it, the account had replied: We don’t take posts like this. They paid for their dorm, why can’t they stay? This rude account has been blocked.

Wu Yi clicked into the post and noticed it had over fifty likes. It seemed many people agreed with the sentiment.

306?

He blinked, vaguely remembering that the dorm he had been assigned was Room 306. However, he had almost never stayed there, only leaving a few things behind for occasional pickup.