The Silly Shou Transmigrated Into a Book - Chapter 37

The waiter hadn’t expected Gu Qiuyi to address Chu Yueguang so intimately as “Brother Yueguang.” Breaking into a cold sweat, he offered a forced smile. “Honored guest, there must be a misunderstanding. I did not roll my eyes at this young master.”

Gu Qiuyi, fully embracing his role as the “fox borrowing the tiger’s majesty,” retorted, “Still making excuses? I saw it clearly. Rolling them once is one thing, but you did it twice!”

Chu Yueguang spoke up: “Who is the organizer of this gala? Have them come over; I require an explanation.”

The waiter panicked instantly and executed a perfect “prostration,” pleading, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to roll my eyes. Please, honored guest, forgive me.”

Gu Qiuyi pressed, “Could you use a more sincere tone, please?”

The waiter bowed repeatedly in apology. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I was wrong.”

Gu Qiuyi asked, “Will you roll your eyes at me again next time?”

The waiter shook his head frantically. “No, absolutely not. I’m sorry; I failed to recognize a person of your status.”

Only then did Gu Qiuyi’s anger subside. “Fine, I forgive you.”

The waiter breathed a sigh of relief. It’s over just like that?

Chu Yueguang looked down at him. “That’s it?”

Gu Qiuyi met his gaze. “That’s it. I just wanted him to apologize to me.” Then, remembering something, he asked the waiter: “I’m curious—I didn’t offend you, so why did you roll your eyes at me?”

The waiter’s face turned beet red; he couldn’t find a single word to say.

Chu Yueguang watched this, understanding perfectly. It was nothing more than snobbery—looking down on those perceived as “lower.”

Chu Yueguang glanced down and saw Gu Qiuyi’s hand still clutching the hem of his suit jacket. He reached out and pulled his clothes back. Defending Gu Qiuyi had been an impulse, but he still hadn’t forgiven him. Gu Qiuyi had lied to him for nearly a month! He couldn’t give the boy the illusion that they were back on good terms, or else Gu Qiuyi’s ego would fly to the moon.

Chu Yueguang said coldly, “Since the matter is resolved, I’m leaving.” With that, he turned to go.

Gu Qiuyi grabbed his hem again, blinked, and said, “Thank you, Brother Yueguang, for standing up for me.”

Chu Yueguang gave a cold “Mm” and walked away. This time, Gu Qiuyi didn’t stop him.

After exiting the hotel, Chu Yueguang pulled out his phone and glanced back at the entrance. Seeing that Gu Qiuyi hadn’t come out yet, the corners of his mouth quirked up slightly before he suppressed the smile. He then removed Gu Qiuyi from his blacklist.

Having secured his apology, Gu Qiuyi felt much more peaceful. He said to the waiter, “Don’t do that anymore. Rolling your eyes is very aggravating.”

Even though Chu Yueguang was gone, the waiter still responded with submissive nods.

Gu Qiuyi said to Jiang Hansa, “Brother Hansa, let’s go.”

As he looked around, he realized there were quite a few people at the entrance staring at him. Feeling nervous, he linked his arm with Jiang Hansa’s.

Jiang Hansa felt his tension and felt helpless. “Let’s go,” he whispered.

Gu Qiuyi hummed in response and followed Jiang Hansa out with his head down.

Jiang Hansa couldn’t help but lecture him: “It was such a small thing. You could have just ignored it and moved on. Why did you have to pick a fight?”

Gu Qiuyi talked back: “Brother Hansa, you’re the one who’s wrong. Someone rolls their eyes at you and you just swallow your pride?”

Jiang Hansa replied, “Better to avoid trouble. Especially at a gala like this where everyone coming and going is someone of importance. If you start a fight, people will think you’re making a mountain out of a molehill.”

Gu Qiuyi stiffened his neck and stubbornly said, “I don’t understand any of that. I just know that him rolling his eyes made me mad. Even when I was in the middle of a firefight between the Syrian rebels and the US military, I never took that kind of crap!”

Jiang Hansa: “…” He let out a sigh. “Forget it, it’s over anyway. But with your personality, you’re going to suffer in places like this.”

In high-society circles, fawning over the powerful and stepping on the weak was normal. If one had to vent their anger every single time, they’d eventually run out of steam—and offend everyone in the process.

Just as he was thinking this, a voice suddenly sounded by their ears: “Hello. Would it be convenient to exchange contact information?”

Jiang Hansa was stunned and looked up. Standing there was an exceptionally handsome man. He had a very distinct “flavor” to his looks, with a small scar above his brow that prevented a section of hair from growing back. Far from ruining his appearance, it added a hint of “outlaw” charm.

That scar was a signature trait, allowing Jiang Hansa to recognize the man immediately: it was the head of the Jiang family, Jiang Wenzhou.

His target was clearly not the “hardcore straight man” Jiang Hansa, but Gu Qiuyi.

Gu Qiuyi looked at the handsome man, feeling a bit of recognition—this person had laughed from the sidelines earlier. Because he was so attractive, Gu Qiuyi remembered him.

Gu Qiuyi asked warily, “Why do you want my contact info?”

Jiang Wenzhou smiled slightly at him. “Is it inconvenient?”

Just as Gu Qiuyi was about to speak, Jiang Hansa leaned in and whispered into his ear: “Give it to him.”

Hearing this, Gu Qiuyi pulled out his phone. “Scan me.”

Jiang Wenzhou scanned the code and said, “There’s no particular ‘why.’ I just feel we have a bit of ‘fate’ (yanyuan).”

When Gu Qiuyi saw the WeChat name, he jumped in surprise. “Jiang Wenzhou?!”

Jiang Hansa nearly reached out to cover his mouth. “President Jiang, my younger brother is inexperienced. Please do not take offense if he is rude.”

Jiang Wenzhou glanced at his wristwatch. “It’s late. You’re both students, right? Head home.”

Jiang Hansa wanted nothing more than to leave and quickly pulled Gu Qiuyi away.

Once in the car, Jiang Hansa couldn’t help but say, “Your talent for attracting trouble is truly world-class.”

Gu Qiuyi replied piteously, “You’ve been saying things like that the whole way back.”

Jiang Hansa asked, “Am I wrong?”

Gu Qiuyi muttered, “You aren’t wrong, okay?”

Looking at that piteous face, Jiang Hansa knew half of it was an act, but he still couldn’t take it. “Alright, don’t make that face. Actually, you weren’t wrong. I was wrong—it’s because I’m not capable enough.”

If he had Chu Yueguang’s status, it wouldn’t matter who he offended. But since he currently didn’t amount to much, he had to tuck his tail between his legs even in front of a waiter. Ultimately, he felt it was his own uselessness.

Seeing Jiang Hansa’s expression shift, Gu Qiuyi’s stubbornness vanished. He whispered, “…It’s not that bad. Brother Hansa is still very impressive. I was a bit too impulsive. If Chu Yueguang hadn’t stood up for me, everyone would have been laughing at us.”

Jiang Hansa looked at him in surprise. “So you did know people were laughing at us?”

Gu Qiuyi said, “Of course I knew. Their laughter was so obvious and intentional; wasn’t it meant for me to hear?”

Jiang Hansa fell silent, then thought of Jiang Wenzhou. “What bad luck. Why was Jiang Wenzhou at this gala?”

Gu Qiuyi had read the book, so he naturally knew who Jiang Wenzhou was. In the original novel, Jiang Wenzhou became interested in Xu Muqing during the second half of Xu Muqing’s senior year. As a “filthy adult,” his way of obtaining Xu Muqing differed from other suitors—he was the type to “clip a bird’s wings.”

Xu Muqing had excellent grades, and getting into a prestigious university was only a matter of time. Jiang Wenzhou tried to destroy that hope. He had someone kidnap Xu Muqing so he would miss the National College Entrance Exam (Gaokao). It was at that moment that Chu Yueguang played the hero and saved the beauty. Xu Muqing’s ability to take the Gaokao smoothly was thanks to Chu Yueguang’s protection.

Afterward, Jiang Wenzhou constantly plotted to create problems behind the scenes so he could swoop in and solve them, only to be intercepted by Chu Yueguang every time. This led to Chu Yueguang and Xu Muqing’s relationship deepening…

Jiang Wenzhou was practically the original novel’s #1 wingman.

Thinking of this, Gu Qiuyi was suddenly terrified. “Jiang Wenzhou wouldn’t be interested in me, would he?!”

Jiang Hansa began to worry too. Just like his approach to romance, Jiang Wenzhou was a “smiling tiger” in the business world. He had the same temperament when swallowing up other companies: he’d stab someone in the back, then come out pretending to be a savior, providing all sorts of financial and technical support until he’d unknowingly devoured the entire company.

Jiang Hansa gave Gu Qiuyi a crash course on Jiang Wenzhou’s exploits, thinking the boy would understand the danger. Instead, Gu Qiuyi whispered, “Given the situation, does this mean I don’t have to take the Gaokao anymore?”

Jiang Hansa: “?”

Gu Qiuyi said, “If he likes me, he’ll definitely kidnap me during the exam, clip my wings, and break my pride until I’m begging for life and death!”

Jiang Hansa: “…” Jiang Hansa said sincerely, “Baby, believe me. Your ‘wings’—the ones that can only get you into a vocational technical college—President Jiang wouldn’t bother clipping them.”

Gu Qiuyi: “?”

Jiang Hansa added, “When people swallow companies, they don’t pick the tiny ones, right?”

Gu Qiuyi: “…” Gu Qiuyi clapped in admiration. “Brother Hansa, you’re right.”

Jiang Hansa said, “Regardless, try not to chat with him. Also, keep building your relationship with Chu Yueguang. If anything happens, Chu Yueguang can protect you.”

Hearing this, Gu Qiuyi pulled out his phone. He actually hadn’t expected Chu Yueguang to stand up for him—and even help him come up with such a perfect excuse!

Gu Qiuyi couldn’t help but smile, his fingers tapping away: “Brother Yueguang!”

Chu Yueguang naturally didn’t reply immediately, and Gu Qiuyi was used to it. “Brother Yueguang, thank you so much for today.”

Still no reply. Gu Qiuyi thought for a moment and decided not to bother him further. In this situation, it wasn’t appropriate to keep pestering him.

On the other side, Chu Yueguang looked at Gu Qiuyi’s messages and contemplated for a long time. He didn’t reply. If he did, there was no telling how smug this person would get. He wouldn’t show his “idiot” side so easily again.

After a while, Kou Huai messaged him: “You left with Qiuqiu?”

Chu Yueguang felt inexplicably guilty and replied coldly: “He left first, I left later. We weren’t together.”

Kou Huai said, “That’s good. He wasn’t mistreated, was he?”

Seeing Kou Huai’s words, Chu Yueguang’s guilt vanished, replaced by a subtle annoyance at his intimate tone. He replied with a “.”.

Kou Huai: “…Brother, why do you always send periods? Qiuqiu does it too. He didn’t learn it from you, did he?”

Chu Yueguang: “I don’t know.”

Kou Huai felt a bit anxious and tested the waters with more “pretentious” intent: “Brother, Qiuqiu is so cute. Do you still hate him?”

Although Chu Yueguang didn’t pick up on Kou Huai’s intentional probing, the tone made him very uncomfortable. He replied stiffly: “I don’t hate him.”

Kou Huai: “!!!!” Kou Huai: “???” “How do you ‘not hate him’ all of a sudden?”

Chu Yueguang replied intentionally: “Because… he really is quite cute.”

Kou Huai: “…”