Three Years and Three Years

Chapter 99: A Hug

The person who came out to fight with Zhou Mushi was also familiar to Jin Yang. Surprisingly, it was Vice President of Yucheng Company, Mr. Sun.

Mr. Sun’s face was also injured quite badly, and it was obvious that he hadn’t gained any advantage.

When he saw Jin Yang, his eyes dodged and flickered to the side, and he cleared his throat to cover up his embarrassment.

“Okay, the record is done. Everyone can go back now.”

Zhou Mushi pulled Jin Yang outside, not because he was afraid of trouble, but because of the way he stared at Mr. Sun, as if he wanted to eat him. He was afraid that if he didn’t pull Jin Yang away, he would start fighting with Mr. Sun in front of the police.

The two got in the car and drove home. The people who had been so nervous at the police station now remained silent and didn’t say a word.

The usually calm and collected face now revealed a volatile emotion, and the entire person exuded a freezing cold air.

Zhou Mushi felt a bit embarrassed, but he knew he was in the wrong. Jin Yang remained silent, and he didn’t know what to say. He could only prepare himself to smile and apologize if he looked his way.

However, Jin Yang was really angry and didn’t even look at him. He remained silent all the way home and even ignored his injuries, going straight to the bedroom.

Zhou Mushi stood in the living room, but before he could follow, he heard the sound of the bedroom door being locked.

. . . . .

Putting them aside for now, let’s talk about the scene on Jin Yuan’s side.

He poured a glass of water for Chen Sheng and handed it over. The room suddenly fell silent.

Jin Yang was not there to argue with him, and now they couldn’t even speak a word.

Chen Sheng fiddled with the edge of the water glass and looked at the person opposite him.

Jin Yuan awkwardly placed his hand on his knee. He was a bit thin and exuded a unique sense of coldness, which was more like an instinctive self-protection rather than a feeling of exclusion.

More than a decade of different lives had made Jin Yuan and Jin Yang no longer like a pair of twins.

Facial features are still similar, but how could someone who lives in a noisy and dark corner be as well-nourished as middle and high-level executives who shuttle in high-end office buildings in different living environments.

If it weren’t for Jin Yuan’s strong sense of closure and self-protection, he might have already looked old…

Chen Sheng remembered the bright young man who worked in a milk tea shop before, and his smile was so bright and sunny, always like a small sun, cheerful and brilliant.

That was a long time ago, in Jin Yuan’s first year of college.

He was the least formal person, good-looking, came from a wealthy family, and never lacked male and female companions who automatically came to him.

At the time of the 2000s, the milk tea shop was not as crowded as it is now, and the milk tea shop near the university was very scarce, with special booths set up inside.

For people like Chen Sheng, who would change partners every month, he naturally become a regular customer.

On the day Jin Yuan started working, Chen Sheng happened to take one of his former partner to drink milk tea.

The clean and fresh-faced boy, wearing a slightly old but very clean T-shirt, brought two cups of vanilla pudding milk tea to them somewhat awkwardly.

Chen Sheng only glanced at him and decided to break up with the partner across from him.

When both sides were seriously discussing feelings, it could not be so hasty. But if one was after money and the other was bored, it could end at any time.

Don’t underestimate Chen Sheng, he is very savvy, and the people around him are either after his money or his connections, he can see through it at a glance.

Breaking up with someone who was after his money was an easy task, a new factory-made flip phone was enough to make the other person disappear faster than a rabbit.

At that time, Chen Sheng was still very young, not yet eighteen years old, and his whole body was full of collagen, looking better than the caramel pudding in the milk tea.

“Thank you.” The adult man across from him pulled Chen Sheng back to reality with a single sentence.

Chen Sheng’s water was not even at his lips yet, and his eyebrows immediately frowned, “Why do you thank me?”

Jin Yuan fiddled with the fabric of his jeans on his knee and said, “I know you helped me by pulling some strings, so thank you.”

Chen Sheng was almost speechless, staring blankly for a while before placing the disposable cup, almost crushed in his hand, on the coffee table.

“I thought you would hate me, you should hate me…”

“Hate you? Why should I hate you? Everyone has their own destiny. We should not hate others for our own mistakes.”

If he had said these words in a sarcastic or insinuating tone, or if he had mocked or taunted him in a roundabout way, Chen Sheng might have felt better. But none of that happened. The words were straightforward and neat.

He had actually hoped that Jin Yuan would curse him or beat him up, as long as he didn’t kill him, that kind of beating. But he had almost forgotten, with Jin Yuan’s character, how could he…

“Thank you for your concern, and also for flying back from abroad to see me. I’m doing well now. Xiao Yang told me that our mother had looked for us, but unfortunately, she had already passed away. She left us, two brothers, a large inheritance, a very high number, enough for us to live well for the rest of our lives. I plan to pick up my books in a while and try to relearn and take the college entrance exam. If I can’t get into a regular full-time undergraduate program, self-study is also fine. Don’t worry, I will be fine.”

Jin Yuan seemed to have completely forgotten what had happened to him, like having a relaxed and enjoyable conversation with an old friend, talking about his future.

Chen Sheng was choked up and couldn’t say anything. He sat across from Jin Yuan, though they were so close, he was already shut out of Jin Yuan’s world.

“Xiao Yuan,” his Adam’s apple slid, his voice choked up.

Jin Yuan responded with a smile, “Are you hungry? I’ll order something for us. What do you want to eat?”

He took out his phone, and though he was still a little unfamiliar with the smartphone, he knew all the steps.

“Any dietary restrictions? I’ve been eating at a restaurant lately that tastes pretty good. How about…” Jin Yuan didn’t finish his sentence. The feeling of being held in someone’s arms was too strange, too sudden and unexpected.

“Chen, Chen Sheng, you… let go,” he said.

Chen Sheng didn’t say anything, the only response was his suppressed sobbing.

Men’s crying is never like women’s wailing. The feeling of pain that comes from deep within their lungs spills out from their throat. It made it difficult for anyone to push him away.

Jin Yuan was frozen in place, not knowing what to do or how to react. Perhaps he was just scared.