Roommate Won't Spoil His Pretty Boyfriend? Fine, I'll Do It - Chapter 3

Before the spark of Bai Shijin’s romance could even begin to ignite, it was doused by a bucket of freezing cold water. Once this umbrella was handed over, the invisible and intangible thread between him and Mu Nian would snap.

From then on, he would no longer even be able to gaze upon an object to recall the person.

When they met again next time, Mu Nian’s identity would no longer be that kindhearted, serendipitous passerby, but rather Ye Qinfan’s boyfriend.

Ye Qinfan’s boyfriend.

How ironic. Why did it have to be Ye Qinfan’s boyfriend?

Mu Nian stared at the young man before him. The umbrella in the youth’s hand was indeed being extended, but the expression on his face did not look like he wanted to return it.

When he threw the umbrella to him back then, Mu Nian had never thought of taking it back. After all, Fucheng was so large, and the people on the streets were varied and complex; different people were encountered every day, and the probability of two people with zero intersection meeting again was exceptionally small.

Since he didn’t want to return it, Mu Nian didn’t reach out to take it either. “The world is so big, yet we can still meet again, and you happen to be Qinfan’s roommate. That means our affinity runs quite deep. How about you trade your name for the permanent use of this umbrella?”

Bai Shijin froze for a long time before he finally reacted to Mu Nian asking for his name. But compared to that, he was even more delighted that Mu Nian wasn’t taking the umbrella back.

Like a child protecting a treasure, Bai Shijin put the umbrella back into his schoolbag and stated briefly, “Bai Shijin.”

The early morning sunlight spilled over the two of them, and the fresh scent of grass and trees brushed past Mu Nian’s nose. He chuckled softly. “The time of parting is vast, the river immerses the moon? How lovely. Little classmate Shijin, I’ve remembered it.”

Bai Shijin imperceptibly shifted his gaze and said, “I wanted to ask you since our first meeting. Why do you keep calling me ‘little classmate’?”

“Well, just in the literal sense,” Mu Nian said. “You’re very young.”

Bai Shijin stubbornly retorted, “I’m not young.”

Terrible, why does this sound so suggestive?

Mu Nian forcibly twisted the derailed topic back on track. “I’m twenty-seven this year, and you’re in the same grade as Qinfan, so you must be only twenty, right? I’m seven years older than you. Isn’t it strange to call you ‘little classmate’?”

Twenty-seven?

How could Mu Nian’s face possibly look like he was twenty-seven?

Bai Shijin asked quite abruptly, “Then what do you usually call Ye Qinfan?”

“Affectionate names between couples,” Mu Nian smiled coquettishly, “I won’t tell you.”

Bai Shijin’s complexion visibly darkened.

The moment Mu Nian saw Bai Shijin’s face fall, he knew this guy was straight and couldn’t accept same-sex romantic endearments. To avoid being disliked, he found an excuse to slip away. “Well, Shijin, I have things to do, so I’ll be leaving first.”

Mu Nian said goodbye to Bai Shijin once more, and this time he genuinely turned and walked away. Bai Shijin had no reason to call Mu Nian back either.

He turned and went upstairs, growing even more irritated when he heard the cursing sounds of Ye Qinfan playing video games outside the door.

Ye Qinfan was indeed universally recognized as a handsome guy at Funan University. Wherever he went, people would secretly take photos and gossip about him, and his pursuers were a dime a dozen. Yet, aside from being handsome, Bai Shijin couldn’t find a single other redeeming quality in Ye Qinfan.

What did Mu Nian see in Ye Qinfan?

That face? He didn’t believe Mu Nian could be that superficial.

Amidst his wild imagination, Bai Shijin turned the dormitory door open.

Ye Qinfan was still maintaining the exact same posture from before Bai Shijin went downstairs, lounging with his legs crossed in a slovenly manner, holding a cigarette between his fingers and exhaling clouds of smoke.

Bai Shijin pretended to be choked, cupping his hand over his mouth and coughing lightly.

“Ah, sorry.”

Ye Qinfan wrapped up his game, took one last heavy drag, and tossed the cigarette butt into a mineral water bottle.

He stood up, casually opened the wardrobe, and clicked his tongue. “My Ningning is really virtuous. Look at how neatly this closet is arranged, even neater than my face.”

Bai Shijin clenched his fists instinctively and sat back down at his computer chair with a blank expression.

The book he had been reading earlier had a hole soaked through by ink, with a patch of black ink staining several pages in a row.

Bai Shijin wanted to search online for an electronic version of the book to read the parts he couldn’t clear up. The moment he opened his phone, it was on the WeChat Moments interface. After refreshing, a contact nicknamed ‘Ye Qinfan’ had posted a Moments update a minute ago.

[Virtuous wife, kiss kiss.]

The attached image was precisely his closet.

The hand with which Bai Shijin gripped his phone gradually turned white.

Ye Qinfan loved showing affection on WeChat Moments, and the content was of very low quality, either ‘eating with my wife’ or ‘waiting for my wife to get off work,’ and other such similar things. The pictures didn’t contain any faces, so normal people would never guess that the ‘wife’ he kept talking about was male.

Now Bai Shijin knew, and his mind was a complete mess.

Although he was gay, he had never actually dated someone of the same sex. Between two men, one calling the other wife meant that Mu Nian was the bottom.

His heart throbbed with a dull pain, and Bai Shijin didn’t dare to think any further. If this was the case, where were all those times in the past when Ye Qinfan stayed out all night? Were they with Mu Nian?

He tentatively asked, “Qinfan, how long have you and Mu Nian been dating?”

“Huh? Let me think,” Ye Qinfan paused. “We got together when we first started university. We’re both sophomores now, so that means Mu Nian and I have been together for two years already.”

Two years.

Even if he intended to take advantage of an opening, a two-year relationship wasn’t something he could easily drive a wedge into.

Besides, such a morally questionable thing, he, Bai Shijin, couldn’t bring himself to do.

“Come to think of it, it’s pretty strange. Ningning has come to our dorm to find me so many times, but every single time you weren’t there. It’s been two years, and this seems to be your first time meeting Ningning, right?”

The more Bai Shijin listened, the colder his heart became.

Mu Nian had said their affinity ran deep, but the reality was that they kept missing each other over and over again. The person who met Mu Nian first wasn’t him, it was Ye Qinfan.

Bai Shijin hesitated for a long time. His chest hurt so much it was almost unbearable, so he sent a message to his WeChat top-pinned contact, ‘Years Gone By’.

[My unrequited love ends here.]

Mu Nian replied very quickly: [Why? What happened?]

Mu Nian’s WeChat was something he had asked his father’s executive assistant to look up.

With Assistant Zhou’s capability, let alone WeChat, even phone numbers, home addresses, workplaces, and parents’ information could be dug up.

Bai Shijin respected Mu Nian and didn’t violate his privacy; he only asked for WeChat.

Mu Nian didn’t know who he was, merely treating him as a netizen he could chat well with. His affection couldn’t be spoken of in reality, so he only dared to pour it out in the virtual world.

Bai Shijin replied: [He has a boyfriend.]

The other party was typing for a long time.

Could the kindhearted Mu Nian be wondering how to comfort him?

Bai Shijin waited expectantly. Three minutes passed, and Mu Nian only sent him a ‘patting the head’ sticker.

Bai Shijin looked at that sticker, opened the input box, and typed: [Can I seduce him over? His boyfriend isn’t as handsome as me.] After finishing editing, his fingers hesitated for a moment before he finally clicked send.

This message sank into the sea without a ripple; Mu Nian didn’t reply again.

With a heavy mind, Bai Shijin let his imagination run wild. Would this make him look too narcissistic?

He long-pressed, wanting to recall the message, but two minutes had already passed.

After agonizing the entire day, night finally fell when ‘Years Gone By’ finally replied to him.

[Sorry, I was busy until just now and only saw the message.]

[My advice is not to. Isn’t it a bit wrong to ruin someone else’s relationship? Since you’re handsome, grass grows all over the world, why linger on a single field?]