The Silly Shou Transmigrated Into a Book - Chapter 50

After getting his fill of the sea breeze, Gu Qiuyi finally returned to the yacht’s interior with Jiang Hansa.

Kou Huai was just about to head out to look for him when the three of them bumped into each other. Seeing Gu Qiuyi, Kou Huai instinctively reached out to throw an arm around his shoulder, but Jiang Hansa silently stepped in and took that spot first.

Kou Huai: “…”

This time, no matter how he looked at Jiang Hansa, he found him an eyesore. With a fake smile, he said, “Chiu Chiu, come over and have some dinner.”

Calling it dinner was a bit of a stretch; it was actually a small dance party. Long tables beside the dance floor were laden with various dishes and red wine.

The moment Gu Qiuyi heard there was food, he perked up. “What’s there to eat?”

“Everything you like,” Kou Huai replied. He glanced at Gu Qiuyi’s beautiful, delicate face, feeling a lingering sense of dissatisfaction.

Jiang Hansa’s questioning words from earlier were still vivid in his mind. Kou Huai could give Gu Qiuyi everything he possessed, but he truly couldn’t give him things that didn’t belong to him.

His marriage would be arranged by his parents; everyone in their circle followed this path, and he was no exception. It wasn’t that people didn’t choose their own wives, but those who did often caused such domestic upheaval that they ended up divorced within a few years.

Only marriages bound by mutual interest remained stable. In families like theirs, marriage was a weapon—a hole card. If Gu Qiuyi could bear him a son, marriage wouldn’t be out of the question, but he couldn’t exactly do that.

He couldn’t give Gu Qiuyi a marriage certificate, but they could date indefinitely. He could be his boyfriend forever; wouldn’t that be just as good? It was ridiculous that Jiang Hansa, who belonged to the same social circle, felt the need to lecture him on it.

Thinking of this, Kou Huai said to Gu Qiuyi, “Chiu Chiu, want to play games together tonight?”

At the mention of games, Gu Qiuyi’s ears twitched. He turned his gaze to him. “What games?”

Kou Huai had already seen the screenshots in his “Moments,” so he naturally said, “Honor of Kings, of course! I’m at eighty stars in Grandmaster; I can carry you!”

“But I’m only at Diamond III,” Gu Qiuyi noted. “We can’t queue together.”

“No problem, I’ll get on an alt account.” Kou Huai leaned in and whispered in Gu Qiuyi’s ear, “Come to my room later? The Wi-Fi there is better.”

“Sure!” Gu Qiuyi agreed.

Jiang Hansa interjected, “I’m coming too.”

Kou Huai: “…” He shot him a glare. “Do you even know how to play?”

“I’ll watch you guys,” Jiang Hansa replied, his determination to play the third wheel unshakable.

Kou Huai was speechless. What is wrong with this guy?

As they walked into the dining area, Gu Qiuyi was dazzled. He said to Kou Huai, “Kou Huai-gege, why are all your friends so good-looking?”

The people Kou Huai had invited were all handsome men and beautiful women—the kind who would turn heads anywhere on the street.

Kou Huai reached out and pinched his cheek. “You’re good-looking too, Chiu Chiu.”

Gu Qiuyi glared at him. “Kou Huai-gege, don’t get handsy.”

“Is a little pinch ‘getting handsy’? This is your brother showing you affection, okay?”

“Eww… Brother, you’re too greasy. You’re the King of Grease!”

“Chiu Chiu, you’re breaking my heart by saying that!”

Gu Qiuyi shivered as if he couldn’t take it. “Brother, I can’t do this. Stop being greasy; I’m losing my appetite!”

Kou Huai: “…” He felt a bit depressed, questioning his own charm. He was a top-tier handsome guy, after all! Since Gu Qiuyi was gay, there was no way he shouldn’t be falling for this.

At that moment, Gu Qiuyi spotted Chu Yueguang. He jogged over and sat down beside him. “Yueguang-gege!”

Chu Yueguang had seen them long ago. He had also seen Kou Huai getting “handsy” with Gu Qiuyi, which made his face sour and his brow furrow in a low-pressure mood. But seeing Gu Qiuyi run toward him and sit right next to him sent a surge of pleasure through his heart, softening his expression instantly.

Gu Qiuyi glanced at the red wine in his hand. “Are you drinking, Brother?”

Chu Yueguang gave a reserved “mhm.” Then he suddenly added, “I had some wine earlier, which is why it went to my face a bit.”

Gu Qiuyi didn’t quite catch the implication and just gave an “oh.”

Seeing his expression, Chu Yueguang realized he hadn’t made the connection, so he prompted him further: “On the deck… I had been drinking, which is why my face was red.”

Gu Qiuyi had an epiphany. “Oh! So that was it. Then your alcohol tolerance isn’t very good, Brother. You should avoid drinking in the future.”

“Mhm.”

Gu Qiuyi’s gaze then fell on Chu Yueguang’s hand holding the glass. He couldn’t help but pull out his phone and open the camera.

Chu Yueguang looked at him. “What are you doing?”

“Your hands are so beautiful, Brother. I want to take a picture.”

Chu Yueguang’s fingers twitched. He instinctively adjusted the angle so Gu Qiuyi could capture his long, well-defined fingers.

After taking several shots, Gu Qiuyi covered his mouth and whispered, “Brother, the veins on the back of your hand look… kind of erotic.”

Chu Yueguang: “? Erotic? Why?”

Gu Qiuyi shook his head. “I don’t know, I just think they look sexy.”

Chu Yueguang’s hands were truly beautiful—wide palms, long fingers, distinct joints, and rounded tips. They were flawless, masculine hands. Seeing the veins rising on the back of his cold-white hand felt exceptionally… erotic. Gu Qiuyi didn’t know why he felt that way; his first thought upon seeing the hand was “beautiful,” and the second was “sexy.”

Chu Yueguang felt the surrounding temperature rise slightly, prompting him to tug at his collar.

On a whim, Gu Qiuyi reached out his own hand. “Brother, let’s compare hands.”

Chu Yueguang was about to comply, but halfway through, he felt it was a bit embarrassing—Why am I being so obedient? He pulled his hand back. “You reach out first.”

Unaware of the mental struggle, Gu Qiuyi reached out. “Let’s see.”

Only then did Chu Yueguang reservedly extend his hand, his palm gently covering Gu Qiuyi’s. His hand was nearly two sizes larger; Gu Qiuyi’s fingertips only reached the middle of Chu Yueguang’s second knuckle.

“Wow, your hands are so big,” Gu Qiuyi marveled. “Why are they so huge?”

Chu Yueguang’s face heated up slightly. Gu Qiuyi might not have noticed, but Chu Yueguang’s senses were heightened; he could feel the smoothness and softness of the boy’s palm.

After a quick comparison, Gu Qiuyi retracted his hand. Realizing his own hands were also quite nice, he started taking photos of them as well. Chu Yueguang withdrew his hand, his gaze lingering on Gu Qiuyi’s fingers. Compared to his height, Gu Qiuyi’s fingers were actually quite long—white, slender, and slightly plump, looking like a piece of art.

Chu Yueguang raised his glass and took a small sip of wine, his eyes never leaving the boy.

At that point, Jiang Hansa and Kou Huai came over. Kou Huai solicitously brought a tray full of food he had picked out for Gu Qiuyi. Jiang Hansa, having been beaten to the punch, said nothing but quietly sat on Gu Qiuyi’s other side, leaving Kou Huai with nowhere to sit. Kou Huai had no choice but to sit dejectedly next to Chu Yueguang.

Seeing Gu Qiuyi taking photos of his hands, Kou Huai extended his own. “Qiu-ah, are you a hand person? Take a picture of mine. I’ll even let you touch them.”

Gu Qiuyi glanced at Kou Huai’s hand. Kou Huai was handsome, so his hands were naturally nice—long and powerful—but he wasn’t as pale as Chu Yueguang, nor was he as… erotic.

Gu Qiuyi shook his head. “I don’t want to touch them.”

“Why not?” Kou Huai asked.

“I’m afraid I’ll touch a layer of grease,” Gu Qiuyi replied.

Kou Huai: “…” Feeling humiliated in front of Chu Yueguang, his expression turned resentful. “Qiu-ah, do you have to insult me like that?”

“I’m a straightforward person,” Gu Qiuyi said. “I just love telling the truth.”

Kou Huai: “…” He knew this person all too well; he never gave him any face. Yet he was a glutton for punishment—the more Gu Qiuyi acted this way, the more he liked him and couldn’t let go.

Kou Huai coughed a few times and said, “Eat, eat. Once you’re full, we can rest early.” He didn’t mention the gaming session in front of Chu Yueguang, not wanting him to intrude.

Gu Qiuyi didn’t catch on. After finishing his photos, he picked up a fork to eat the pre-cut beef on his plate. Before eating, he looked at Chu Yueguang and asked caringly, “Aren’t you eating, Brother?”

“Not hungry,” Chu Yueguang replied.

“Alright then.”

Just then, the beautiful girl from earlier approached with a glass of wine. She said with a smile, “Mind if I join you?” Her gaze was fixed firmly on Chu Yueguang.

Delighted, Kou Huai quickly gave up his seat. “Wanjun, sit here.”

Zhu Wanjun sat down. She had long, silky hair and wore a shimmering pale-gold tube dress that perfectly showcased her hot figure. No man would refuse such a beautiful woman, and she was clearly confident in her charm.

She said to Chu Yueguang, “Want me to drink with you?”

“No need,” he replied.

Accustomed to his rejection, her expression didn’t flicker. “Alright then.” Despite saying that, she didn’t leave. she sipped her wine, casually tossing her hair; her feminine grace and assertiveness instantly dominated the space.

Aside from Kou Huai and Chu Yueguang, both Gu Qiuyi and Jiang Hansa’s eyes were glued to her. Feeling Gu Qiuyi’s gaze, her beautiful eyes swept over him, and her red lips parted slightly. “What are you looking at me for?”

“Because you’re pretty,” Gu Qiuyi said honestly. “Sister, you’re really beautiful.”

The admiration in his eyes was undisguised. Zhu Wanjun could tell at a glance that he was being sincere. Seeing how exquisite and boyish he was, her attitude softened. “Thank you for the compliment.”

Chu Yueguang grew annoyed. Just as he was about to speak, Gu Qiuyi asked another question: “Sister, do you have a boyfriend?”

Zhu Wanjun looked him up and down. “No. But I’m not looking for accidental motherhood.”

Gu Qiuyi: “?”

Kou Huai burst out laughing. He said to Gu Qiuyi, “Qiu-ah, she’s saying you’re too short.”

Gu Qiuyi: “…” His expression turned visibly aggrieved.

At that moment, Chu Yueguang spoke up: “He’s not short. He’s just the right height to hold.”

Kou Huai: “Huh?” Jiang Hansa: “Wait, what??” Zhu Wanjun: “…” Gu Qiuyi: “…”