What Bad Intentions Could a Spoiled Little Brat Possibly have? - Chapter 18

“I Don’t Mind Having One More Lover”

“I don’t mind having one more lover.”

Cheng Huai cleared his throat and said with certainty, “You’re the person who bumped into me yesterday.”

His nasal voice was heavy, and his eyes were undoubtedly swollen beyond recognition. Cheng Huai felt a bit of regret; had he known an outsider would be here, he should have worn sunglasses.

Yesterday, his entire attention had been focused on Fu Zheng, causing him to overlook certain details such as the fact that the person in front of him seemed to have a close relationship with Fu Zheng.

Thinking of this, Cheng Huai suddenly grew alert. He frowned and asked, “What is your relationship with my brother?”

With his swollen eyes and flushed face, Cheng Huai looked like he was ready for a fight. However, the display was somewhat posturing; he thought he was baring sharp teeth, but in reality, he was merely extending a pair of harmless kitten claws.

Zhou Yuan waved his hands hurriedly. “Don’t misunderstand, don’t misunderstand! I am President Fu’s executive secretary, Zhou Yuan. I am very sorry for bumping into you yesterday. Also, thank you for not reporting me; otherwise, my little life might have been forfeit…”

He scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.

“You’re welcome.” Cheng Huai walked down the stairs and asked nonchalantly, “Where is my brother going for his business trip?”

“Didn’t President Fu tell you? He is going to Haishi to attend a cooperation organization forum.”

As they got closer, Zhou Yuan noticed Cheng Huai’s expression. He looked as though he had been crying, his face as haggard as a pale ragdoll. Yet even so, it was difficult to hide his exceptional beauty.

Zhou Yuan had been woken up at four in the morning by Fu Zheng’s phone call. The itinerary, originally scheduled for an afternoon departure, had been moved up to the early hours of the morning. At the time, he had wondered why, but seeing this scene, he understood the reason evidently, the two had fought, and by the looks of it, it wasn’t a small spat.

Having witnessed what happened yesterday, he didn’t dare provoke this “little ancestor” in the slightest.

Zhou Yuan thought silently to himself that today, he must keep his head down and behave.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two took the elevator out one after the other.

Parked downstairs was a black-and-grey two-tone extended Rolls-Royce Phantom. A middle-aged man dressed in a white shirt and suit stood by the car, looking somewhat conspicuous at first glance.

Upon seeing Cheng Huai appear, the man in the white shirt quickly stepped aside and respectfully opened the rear door.

“This is the driver, Uncle Wang. Like me, he has been with President Fu since he first took over the company,” Zhou Yuan introduced from behind him.

Hearing this, Cheng Huai turned to look at Zhou Yuan. “First took over the company? When was that?”

“About… over two years ago? I don’t remember the exact time. I think President Fu was a senior in college then. Anyway, I remember it was winter.”

Cheng Huai was dazed for a moment as fragmented memories rushed back, causing his steps to freeze in place.

Seeing Cheng Huai’s expression change, Zhou Yuan wondered if he had said something wrong and felt an immediate pang of regret. “W-what’s wrong?”

Cheng Huai coughed lightly. He thought of his impulsive confession to Fu Zheng two winters ago and the string of vulgar talk that ended with him being frightened into tears by the other man.

“I don’t mind having one more lover.”

Fu Zheng’s words from last night echoed in his ears again. With a similar scenario playing out two years later, Cheng Huai felt a sudden wave of shame. He immediately dropped the subject: “It’s nothing. Let’s get in the car.”

Zhou Yuan watched the “little ancestor” whose face changed faster than the weather, followed him into the passenger seat in a state of confusion.

Once the rear door closed, Zhou Yuan peeked guiltily through the rearview mirror. Cheng Huai’s expression was normal, not looking angry. He breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the item he had been holding in his arms since morning, rehearsing a speech that would be hard to refuse.

“Mr. Cheng, there is a thermal lunch box in the back seat. President Fu ordered it for your breakfast,” Zhou Yuan said as he turned around, handing over a palm-sized small box. “And this.”

Cheng Huai looked over; the lunch box had been hidden behind his backpack earlier.

He picked up the lunch box and placed it on his lap, then took the small box Zhou Yuan handed him. Upon opening it, he saw a rose-gold bracelet about the thickness of a pinky finger. It was beautifully colored with what appeared to be a display screen in the middle.

Cheng Huai was puzzled. “What is this?”

Zhou Yuan gave a stiff smile, turned back to face forward, and lied through his teeth: “It’s a device to make it easier for you to contact Uncle Wang. When President Fu is away, Uncle Wang will deliver your three meals to the school.”

Cheng Huai pulled back his sleeve and snapped the bracelet onto his wrist, shaking it. It looked quite nice, but it didn’t look like a communication device no matter how he viewed it. “…Is it necessary to be so troublesome? Doesn’t Uncle Wang have WeChat? Or QQ? Failing that, couldn’t any social app be used for contact? Why use this?”

He pressed the screen. Besides displaying his pulse, there were several English terms he didn’t understand.

“Uh…” Zhou Yuan glanced at Uncle Wang, who was driving intently, and said without blinking, “Uncle Wang is a student of Feng Shui. A master calculated for him that it is not suitable for him to exchange contact information this year, otherwise, it would damage his ‘peach blossom’ magnetic field. For the sake of Uncle Wang’s lifelong happiness, please cooperate, Mr. Cheng.”

Uncle Wang, who had remained silent, slowly turned his head.

Sensing the gaze, Zhou Yuan turned and smiled at Uncle Wang who was happily married with three children ignoring the “earthquake” of shock in the driver’s eyes. He kindly reminded him, “Uncle Wang, please pay attention to the vehicles ahead.”

Cheng Huai: “…”

He truly hadn’t expected that the middle-aged-looking Uncle Wang was actually a bachelor.

Not wanting to poke at Uncle Wang’s sore spot, Cheng Huai lowered his head to fiddle with the bracelet. However, after studying it for a long time, he couldn’t find any chat function. He finally asked, “Then how do I use this to contact him?”

“Do you see the display screen?”

“Yes.”

Zhou Yuan said, “When it’s time for a meal, a red light will flash on the screen and it will beep once. The sound isn’t loud, so don’t worry about disturbing others. If you receive the prompt, you can go to the dining area to eat.”

“Oh, right.” Zhou Yuan suddenly remembered something and emphasized, “The dining window is the same one President Fu mentioned to you before.”

“Just call me Cheng Huai.” Cheng Huai found the title “Mr. Cheng” quite grating to the ears. He frowned, and thinking of Fu Zheng’s cold face from last night, his mood plummeted. After a moment of silence, he asked, “Was all of this arranged by my brother?”

“Yes, Mr. Che—” Zhou Yuan nearly bit his tongue. “I think I should still call you Mr. Cheng…”

“Can I refuse?”

Zhou Yuan wore an official smile. “The decision is yours; I am only responsible for conveying the message.”

“However,” Zhou Yuan glanced in the rearview mirror, seeing that face which had suddenly become somewhat impatient for some reason, “Uncle Wang’s current work schedule is solely to deliver food to you. Plus, he is getting older. If you don’t agree, I’m afraid…”

He deliberately left the rest unsaid.

The “highly valued” Uncle Wang: “???”

“Watch the lane change, lane change,” Zhou Yuan patted Uncle Wang’s arm as a reminder.

Cheng Huai was somewhat agitated. He tapped his phone screen and opened the surveillance footage from last night to this morning. The more he watched, the worse his expression became. Finally, he looked up and asked, “How long will he be on this business trip?”

Zhou Yuan calculated in his mind. “The forum this time is about five days. After it ends, President Fu will accompany Kyoto government personnel on a local investigation. Following that, there is a cross-border exchange project, and he has to fly to Country Y with several directors of Yunsheng. This itinerary is expected to take a month.”

“I promise, President Fu’s itinerary this time is completely open and transparent. It won’t be like last night again.” Zhou Yuan felt guilty, nearly raising three fingers to swear an oath.

Although the “little ancestor” had a bit of a temper, he was generous enough not to mind being bumped into. Moreover, Fu Zheng’s concern for him was plain to see, so Zhou Yuan revealed Fu Zheng’s entire itinerary without reservation.

“Okay,” Cheng Huai answered softly, turning his head to look out the car window.

After their unpleasant conversation ended last night, Fu Zheng had gone into the study. He didn’t reappear in the living room until three o’clock. He had stood by the kitchen counter for a long time, smoking several cigarettes in silence. Then he made a few calls, returned to the counter to cook, changed his clothes, took his suitcase, and left.

He had left at four-thirty.

Cheng Huai had watched the footage of Fu Zheng leaving repeatedly, not missing a single angle. He hadn’t seen Fu Zheng pause for even a moment in front of the master bedroom.

To avoid him, his brother had truly gone to great lengths.

Cheng Huai fiddled with the bracelet on his wrist and let out a cold sneer.

Half an hour later, the car stopped downstairs at the dormitory.

It was just after seven-thirty. The campus was sparsely populated with only a few scattered figures emerging from the dorms. Seeing the luxury car parked there, their eyes instinctively lingered for a moment.

Carrying the somewhat heavy thermal box, Cheng Huai waved to Uncle Wang and Zhou Yuan and watched them leave.

The male dormitories didn’t have the habit of locking doors at night. Luckily so, or he would have been locked out at this hour.

Cheng Huai pushed the door open and walked in quietly.

The dorm was dim, and his roommates were still immersed in their dreams. Snoring sounds occasionally came from Gu Siming’s bed, accompanied by Meng Qi’s teeth-grinding it was quite a lively scene.

Cheng Huai put his things on the desk, intending to go to the bathroom for a cold towel to soothe his eyes.

He had checked the syllabus in advance. Today’s first class at 8:00 AM was Introduction to Computing. Gu Siming had warned him days ago that the professor for this course was notoriously difficult. Not only was he tough, but he also had an extraordinary memory; he called roll before every class. Out of ten students who tried to have someone else answer for them, nine would be caught. Furthermore, attendance carried a heavy weight, making up 50% of the final grade.

Gu Siming had emphasized repeatedly that if he skipped more than half the classes, he would definitely fail the final.

To join the AI laboratory where Fu Zheng was, technical skill alone wasn’t enough; GPA was also a crucial factor.

Cheng Huai used a towel to cover his eyes and sat at the desk, taking small sips of the porridge Fu Zheng had made for him.

As soon as eight o’clock hit, the dorm alarms began to ring one after another.

Gu Siming, needing to use the bathroom urgently, jumped off his bed with his “chicken-nest” hair. Before his feet even hit the floor, he saw the person who had silently appeared in the dorm. He was instantly jolted awake. “Holy crap, you scared me to death! Are you a person or a ghost?!”

His shout woke up Meng Qi and Leng Muyu as well. Meng Qi struggled to sit up, then flopped back down.

Cheng Huai swallowed the last bite of porridge. Looking at Gu Siming, who had clearly tanned a shade darker as if he’d gone on a study tour to Africa he said, “A real person, guaranteed. Thanks.”

Gu Siming scratched his head and quickly covered his crotch. “Wait for me. I’ll talk to you after I use the bathroom.”

Meng Qi, bleary-eyed, let out a yawn and leaned halfway out of his bed, looking down. He said lazily, “Cheng Huai is back. Welcome back.”

Leng Muyu had already climbed down from his bed and followed up with a sarcastic remark: “Yo, the big star is back.”

Cheng Huai was heading out with the thermal box when he heard this. He stopped and asked, “What ‘big star’?”

Leng Muyu glanced at Meng Qi. “You guys didn’t tell him?”

Just as Cheng Huai was about to ask further, Gu Siming rushed out of the bathroom, pointing at Leng Muyu. “Leng Muyu, I’m warning you, don’t go looking for a fight first thing in the morning.”

After saying that, he pulled Cheng Huai aside. “You were recovering these past few days, so we didn’t dare tell you. Well, during the military training last time, photos of you and Senior Fu Zheng were secretly taken and uploaded to the forum. Hurry up and take a look. Rumors about you and Senior Fu Zheng are flying everywhere. I spend every day trying to shut them down, but I can’t keep up.”

Confused, Cheng Huai put the lunch box back on the desk, fished out his phone, and opened the college forum.

What met his eyes was a series of “exploding” threads in red. Each post had a popularity score exceeding 999+ and was marked with a “HOT” tag.

LATEST NEWS! They seem to be biological brothers!! HOT

SHOCKING! What kind of wealthy family soap opera is this? Come watch!!HOT

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The CS Department’s wealthy genius and the god-tier visual fairy?? I ship it, I ship it, I ship it! HOT

OMG! This height and build difference they are born for this CP! (Licking screen.jpg) HOT

HELP: What to do if the cold senior I have a crush on seems to like someone else… HOT

SECRET REVEALED: Recording the day the CS Department goddesses experienced collective heartbreak T-T. HOT

I’m from the neighboring Mechanical Engineering Department. I heard there’s gossip here; setting up a seat to watch elegantly ovo. HOT

Cheng Huai scrolled down, his expression becoming more and more serious.

The long-silent CS forum felt as though it had encountered a once-in-a-century scandal. A long line of spectators was calling for updates on the situation.

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