diskusbooks Chapter 112 Arrogant Second-Generation Prodigy (Gong) VS Humble, Sensitive, and Invisible (Shou) [50
Chapter 112 Arrogant Second-Generation Prodigy (Gong) VS Humble, Sensitive, and Invisible (Shou) [50
Jiang Xiyu kept thinking about wanting to say "Happy Birthday" to Lu Xingye one last time.
Even when he was not fully conscious, he still remembered the incident very clearly.
There was no time left to catch up; his face was buried in the pillow, and he was feeling a bit suffocated, with tears blurring his vision.
He kept calling out Lu Xingye's name, his voice choked with sobs, and he murmured those affectionate nicknames between his lips.
Finally, he called out the name he most wanted to call out: "A-Ye..."
When he was almost speechless, he said, "Ah Ye, happy birthday."
Lu Xingye paused for a moment, his gaze falling on him.
A moment later, he pressed close to Jiang Xiyu's back, bit his shoulder, and let out a dissatisfied "tsk" sound.
"You're really something! Who gave you permission to call me that?"
He felt a little embarrassed by being called that.
He wasn't allowed to call him that, so Lu Xingye punished him in his own way, making him shut up.
Jiang Xiyu, however, still stubbornly called out Lu Xingye's name.
It really sounded like the whispers between lovers.
He liked it very much and was madly infatuated with it.
……
In the morning, the servants prepared breakfast. Mrs. Lu sat in the dining room and waited for a while. It was almost nine o'clock, but no one came down.
Because Lu's mother rarely comes home, when they are at home, the two of them will get up on time to have breakfast with her.
Needless to say, Jiang Xiyu always arrives early.
This sudden absence surprised both Lu's mother and the housekeeper.
He sent someone to call Jiang Xiyu, but the servant returned and told him that no one had come back.
No one replied?
The butler couldn't help but wonder, and stepped forward to explain to Madam Lu, "It's probably because the young master and the others celebrated their birthdays too late last night, so they didn't get up. Why don't you eat first, Madam?"
Lu's mother smiled gently: "It's alright, wait a little longer."
She paused for a moment, then instructed the housekeeper not to send anyone to call her.
Upstairs, when Jiang Xiyu woke up, there was no one beside her.
After not seeing Lu Xingye, he anxiously propped himself up on the bed with his elbows, trying to get up.
He opened his mouth to call out to Lu Xingye, but found that his throat was hoarse and his voice was like a leaky bellows.
Lu Xingye told him last night to keep his voice down so he wouldn't hurt his throat.
Jiang Xiyu obediently restrained herself.
In the end, it still got broken.
Jiang Xiyu was somewhat stunned, her gaze unsure of where it was falling.
It wasn't until she heard the sound of water in the bathroom that she realized Lu Xingye hadn't left.
He lifted the covers to try and get out of bed, only to find that he had no clothes.
So he could only put the blanket down again and sit on the bed, waiting with a stubborn look in his eyes on the bathroom door.
Lu Xingye took many showers last night, as did I.
Why are you still washing?
He really wants to see him.
As Jiang Xiyu thought about it, her fingers curled up involuntarily.
He didn't notice at all that the blanket had slipped down to his waist and abdomen, exposing his skin with some ambiguous marks.
When Lu Xingye came out, he saw Jiang Xiyu staring blankly at the bathroom.
"What's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Jiang Xiyu stared intently at him, her eyes brightening upon hearing his words.
He shook his head, replying shyly yet sincerely, "No, I don't feel uncomfortable... I feel very comfortable."
Lu Xingye: "..."
He couldn't help but grit his teeth: "I'm asking you, is there anything wrong with your body?"
Jiang Xiyu blinked, then lowered her eyes, finally realizing she was embarrassed.
He didn't speak.
Lu Xingye walked over and noticed that Jiang Xiyu's blanket only covered her waist and abdomen. He couldn't stand it and warned, "Go back under the covers."
Jiang Xiyu obediently lay down and pulled the blanket over her eyes.
Lu Xingye went to the dressing room and got him some clothes.
His clothes were a bit too loose on Jiang Xiyu.
While changing clothes, Jiang Xiyu could not ignore the burning gaze coming from behind her.
He wasn't deliberately dressing slowly; his arms were just really sore from lifting them.
After finally getting used to it and getting dressed, Lu Xingye came over.
He walked up to Jiang Xiyu and bowed slightly.
Jiang Xiyu thought he was kissing her, so she naturally closed her eyes.
But after waiting for a while, nothing happened.
He lifted his eyelids to look and found Lu Xingye looking at him. He chuckled softly, picked up the silver-rimmed glasses behind Jiang Xiyu, and put them on him.
Jiang Xiyu could see it clearly now; he saw the mockery in Lu Xingye's eyes.
Lu Xingye patted his cheek gently with the back of his hand and said, "Go wash up."
Jiang Xiyu then moved, walking in a rather strange manner.
He tried to appear normal, and after washing up, he walked slowly, so he didn't look so strange.
Lu Xingye stood in front of the desk, seemingly about to open the gifts.
Just then, he heard footsteps, looked up, waved, and said to Jiang Xiyu, "Come here."
Jiang Xiyu walked over, and Lu Xingye put his hand on his shoulder instead, making it look like he was pulling him into his arms.
Even after they had already done many intimate things, Jiang Xiyu was still subconsciously nervous and casually asked, "Brother Xingye, are you hungry?"
Lu Xingye raised an eyebrow, lowered her head slightly, and asked him, "Why don't you call me A-Ye anymore?"
Weren't you making a lot of noise last night?
Jiang Xiyu was stunned for a moment, and some ambiguous memories surfaced in her mind.
He suddenly felt a little awkward: "Doesn't Xingye-ge not like me calling him that?"
After he shouted that last night, Lu Xingye became very fierce.
Lu Xingye stared at him for a while, then, as if in a fit of pique, released his grip on Jiang Xiyu and snorted coldly, "Call me whatever you want, whether you want to or not."
The light from Jiang Xiyu's glasses reflected into his eyes, revealing a faint smile within.
He called out "A-Ye" again very gently.
Lu Xingye feigned indifference, indicating that his calling was unpleasant.
But his flushed ears betrayed his feelings.
The young master was quite satisfied, and reluctantly changed the subject, saying, "I'm hungry, let's go downstairs to eat."
Speaking of this meal, Jiang Xiyu hadn't paid much attention to it before, but now, a sudden flash of inspiration struck her.
He immediately remembered what he needed to make for breakfast.
Jiang Xiyu took out his phone and glanced at the time; anxiety appeared on his face.
"What should I do? What should I do? I'm supposed to have breakfast with Auntie today. I'm late, I'm late..."
Lu Xingye frowned as he watched him buzzing around like a bee: "Being late isn't a big deal, is it?"
"No, no, I only get to eat with Auntie twice a year, how can I be late?" Jiang Xiyu couldn't help but slap her head and curse, "So stupid, so stupid."
He said this and hurriedly walked towards the bedroom door.
"..."
Lu Xingye grabbed his hand, somewhat annoyed: "Would it kill you to skip a meal?"
That's true.
As a die-hard fan of Lu's mother, Jiang Xiyu's behavior was absolutely on point.
He took Lu Xingye's hand and shook it, pleading as he pulled him along, "Brother Xingye, let's go down quickly, please, I really want to have breakfast with Auntie."
Lu Xingye: "..."
She actually acted like a spoiled child just to have dinner with his mother?
A certain young master was so jealous he almost bit his lip!