Fu Juncheng’s appearance drew sideways glances from quite a few people. Especially after seeing Fu Juncheng flash a slight smile toward Wu Jin, with his brows and eyes full of a provocative demeanor, the intrigue in everyone’s eyes grew even more intense, and for a moment they even forgot to look away from Fu Juncheng.
They had long heard that Wu Jin kept a canary that looked strikingly similar to Xu Yaozhou, obedient and well-behaved, never daring to head west when Wu Jin told him to go east. Quite a few people had secretly envied him in private.
Looking at him now, however, it completely contradicted his online image. The “well-behaved and lovely” description was left with only the word “lovely,” and he was rather…
Wild.
How did that song go?
Falling in love with a wild horse, but my home has no prairie.
Thinking along these lines, the gazes everyone cast toward Wu Jin grew even more complicated.
At this very moment, Wu Jin’s expression was even more complicated.
This surprise had only shock and zero joy; if not for the crowd around him, he truly wouldn’t have known what kind of reaction he would give.
Yet Fu Juncheng had precisely calculated that Wu Jin cared about saving face, and even if he felt displeased, he couldn’t do anything to him in a public setting.
Seeing the veins on Wu Jin’s temples bulge, Fu Juncheng poured oil on the fire and feigned bewilderment as he added: “What, you don’t like it?”
Wu Jin gritted his teeth, and scolding words were already right at the tip of his tongue.
Xu Yaozhou, seated nearby, unexpectedly spoke up, his tone carrying an aura of suppressed amusement: “I actually think it’s quite nice.”
Not expecting Xu Yaozhou to chime in, Fu Juncheng was momentarily stunned and looked over at the sound.
Meeting his gaze, Xu Yaozhou curved his lips into a shallow smile: “Very unique.”
Wu Jin frowned, pressing his lips tightly shut without uttering a word. All his remarks were completely blocked and choked back in his throat by Xu Yaozhou.
Yet Fu Juncheng stared blankly into Xu Yaozhou’s eyes, struggling for a long time before clearing his throat and awkwardly asking: “Really?”
Fu Juncheng couldn’t figure out what was going on with his own state either.
He was adept at sparring with Wu Jin, especially the kind that pushed Wu Jin to the brink of fury.
Yet Xu Yaozhou’s sudden praise inexplicably made him feel somewhat…
Ashamed?
Scratching the back of his ear, Fu Juncheng wanted to say something to brush it off.
Xu Yaozhou suddenly moved closer, his voice lacking its usual cold aloofness. Because he kept it too low, it sounded feather-light, yet it didn’t give off any trace of frivolity whatsoever.
“Older brother, your ears are so red.”
Xu Yaozhou whispered to him.
Using a voice audible only to the two of them.
Fu Juncheng: “…”
Hearing this, Fu Juncheng’s mind went completely blank with a loud boom, and his ears grew even hotter.
It’s over, it’s over.
He got caught!
A massive social-death scene.
Fortunately, the auction segment of the banquet was about to begin.
Everyone scattered in a flurry, heading to their respective seats.
Since Fu Juncheng came courtesy of Wu Jin, he was naturally arranged to sit with him.
Noticing out of the corner of his eye that Xu Yaozhou had been invited over to Elder Xie’s table, Fu Juncheng stole a few glances at Xu Yaozhou, while the phrase Xu Yaozhou had just murmured in his ear replayed repeatedly in his head.
For a time, Fu Juncheng was somewhat absent-minded.
Wu Jin’s voice suddenly broke in from the side: “What did Xu Yaozhou say to you just now?”
Fu Juncheng snapped back to reality immediately. He pulled back his gaze, his face plastered with an expression that screamed “none of your damn business,” but still replied leisurely: “Nothing much.”
Wu Jin acted as if he hadn’t heard clearly: “What?”
Fu Juncheng said unseriously: “He praised my hair for looking nice. Why don’t you dye yours too?”
Wu Jin’s complexion instantly turned ashen.
Fu Juncheng propped his head up with one hand, glancing lazily at Wu Jin upon seeing this.
You asked for it.
If I don’t piss you to death, I’ll lose.
Figuring that Wu Jin must be burning with rage right now, not only having been heavily played by him, but also having Xu Yaozhou’s attention drawn directly to him.
Sure enough, the next second, Fu Juncheng heard Wu Jin ask: “Did you already know Xu Yaozhou before?”
He’s anxious, he’s anxious, he really is anxious.
Fu Juncheng didn’t answer right away. After thinking for a moment, he asked with bewilderment: “Xu Yaozhou is right here, and you still dared to bring me along?”
Before coming, Fu Juncheng had actually wondered whether Xu Yaozhou would show up at an occasion like this, given that he had already released news of his return to China.
However, Wu Jin’s attitude made him a bit uncertain.
According to normal logic, if the white moonlight were present, there was no way anyone would bring their kept canary right in front of the rightful person.
Yet Wu Jin happened not to be a normal person.
Fu Juncheng couldn’t help muttering inwardly, wondering what kind of bizarre fetish this guy actually had.
Could it be that pairing the white moonlight and the substitute together doubled the happiness?
Fu Juncheng: “…”
The more Fu Juncheng thought about it, the more wrong it felt. Amidst his deep focus, a hand holding a long-stemmed glass slid across the tabletop toward his line of sight.
The wine fragrance was rich and mellow. Fu Juncheng thoughtfully contemplated the slightly swaying red liquid inside the glass before raising his eyes to look at Wu Jin.
Seeing that after filling his glass, Wu Jin poured one for himself as well.
Being so attentive.
It was highly suspicious.
Likely sensing Fu Juncheng’s gaze, Wu Jin said coolly: “When Elder Xie comes over to toast after the auction ends, don’t make people think the person I brought lacks basic manners.”
Fu Juncheng asked sincerely: “Then do you think it’s still timely for me to start learning manners right now?”
Wu Jin: “…”
Right as Fu Juncheng finished speaking, a soft snort of laughter rang out nearby.
Catching Wu Jin’s heavy gaze by surprise, a heavily made-up woman didn’t have time to pull back her eyes, and biting her lip, she panicked and said: “I’m sorry, President Wu, I didn’t mean anything else.”
“President Wu, don’t be so petty. Frightening the beauty wouldn’t be good, you know.” Sitting right beside the woman was Xu Yaozhou’s older brother, Xu Jiaming. Because his entourage was overly ostentatious, Fu Juncheng had caught a few glimpses of this guy outside the main entrance of the banquet hall earlier.
Before Wu Jin could pipe up, Xu Jiaming wrapped one arm around the woman beside him, leaned forward, and raised his glass toward Fu Juncheng: “For my sake, don’t hold it against my companion?”
Fu Juncheng raised his eyes skeptically.
Xu Jiaming smiled: “I’ve never seen President Wu bring anyone to an event like this. You’re the first.”
Fu Juncheng: “…”
Xu Jiaming: “Care to say a few nice words for me to President Wu?”
Fu Juncheng mentally slandered that asking him to speak nicely to Wu Jin…
Wasn’t he afraid that after his hard efforts, Wu Jin would silently greet his ancestors for eighteen generations?
It’s just that the other person’s glass was already raised right in front of him.
Fu Juncheng stared at the long-stemmed glass before him, hesitating for a few seconds.
Yet Xu Jiaming initiated a toast with him on his own accord.
The glass walls collided, producing a crisp sound.
The other person’s hand tilted unexpectedly.
And the mellow liquid spilled all over the front of Fu Juncheng’s clothes.
Fu Juncheng: “…”
He suddenly started suspecting whether the original owner had some strange character settings built-in.
Otherwise, why else would he have to get soaked every single time there was an occasion involving Xu Yaozhou?
As expected, the next second, Xu Jiaming feigned great shock: “I’m so sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose. There are guest rooms upstairs specifically prepared for VIPs in this banquet hall, why don’t you go up and change your clothes?”
With that, Xu Jiaming summoned a waiter, instructing him to quickly lead Fu Juncheng upstairs.
Everything seemed entirely logical and reasonable.
Yet in Fu Juncheng’s eyes, the other person’s acting skills were truly subpar.
Upon entering the guest room, Fu Juncheng didn’t rush to change his clothes, opting to stand quietly and wait for a moment.
Sure enough, after a short while, someone gently knocked on the door.
Seeing no response from inside, a moment later, a click sounded from the door lock, and the door was pushed directly open.
Fu Juncheng had long wanted to see what tricks they were playing. Hiding behind the door and gripping a wooden clothes hanger, he prepared to give them a whack.
Upon seeing the silhouette of the person who entered, he nearly failed to brake his hand in time.
Fu Juncheng widened his eyes: “Why is it you?”
As Xu Yaozhou turned around and dodged, the door automatically clicked shut.
Silence, followed by even more silence.
Taking in Fu Juncheng’s appearance, Xu Yaozhou stood stunned for a long while before finally recovering his wits, explaining in a dazed tone: “I heard that you came upstairs to rest, older brother, but there was no sound from the room and I was a bit worried, so I asked Elder Xie to help me get a spare room card to come take a look.”
Good thing he didn’t accidentally hurt Xu Yaozhou.
Just as Fu Juncheng breathed a sigh of relief, footsteps sounded from outside the door once again.
“Xiao Cheng, are you inside?”
Fu Juncheng and Xu Yaozhou exchanged glances, simultaneously recognizing the voice as Xu Jiaming’s.
Pausing for half a second, Xu Jiaming didn’t care whether Fu Juncheng gave a response, continuing to coax in an unhurried tone: “Whatever Wu Jin can give you, I can give you too, and I can even treat you better than he does. Why don’t you come with me instead? You can have whatever you want.”
Fu Juncheng: “…”
Fu Juncheng cast a glance sideways, only to see Xu Yaozhou’s face completely darkened, his handsome brows furrowed tightly.
Indeed.
Fu Juncheng thought to himself that having a brother like this was truly embarrassing.