Mr. Yuan is Always Unhappy - Chap 41
Edited by Yummers
Two days before Yuan Rui had to leave for Shanghai, he called Fang Shiqing, wanting to invite him and Wang Qi out for a meal.
Fang Shiqing had a heavy nasal voice during the call. He groaned as he said, “I have a bad cold right now. I asked for a day off work today too. I don’t wanna go outside either, you should come to our house and cook for me.”
Yuan Rui was worried for him. “Have you not gone to the hospital yet?”
“Yeah, I did. It’s nothing big, I’ll be fine in two days. Are you coming or not?”
Yuan Rui asked Zheng Qiuyang about it, “He said to go to his house.”
Zheng Qiuyang was sitting right next to him, he had heard their whole conversation. “How fussy,” he said mockingly.
Fang Shiqing heard it too. He yelled, “Don’t talk crap behind my back!”
Zheng Qiuyang yelled back, “I’ll say it to your face at your house later!”
Yuan Rui laughed at their interaction.
They went to buy some fruits, then went off to Fang Shiqing and Wang Qi’s house.
Speaking of Fang Shiqing, both of their relationships with him were quite different. Zheng Qiuyang and Fang Shiqing were like good bros, while Yuan Rui and Fang Shiqing were more like besties; their conversation topics usually differed as well.
“Let me tell you, my cold was just about to get better, but last night Wang Qi just had to drag me into the shower with him no matter what.” Fang Shiqing blew his nose as he whispered, “In the end, he still wasn’t finished even when the water turned cold. Then, when I woke up this morning, I had a fever.”
Yuan Rui replied, “That’s because your body’s too weak, he’s definitely fine.”
Fang Shiqing didn’t want to give in as he complained, “Isn’t that obvious? He used to do sanda
! He’s started training again recently too, he even signed up for an amateur competition! Oh my god, I was able to endure it when we did it 2 to 3 times a night back then. Now, not only is his grasp strong, he can’t control it either. Even if I don’t think about how many times he persists in doing it, just look at my waist. How is this fucking sex?! This is straight-up torture!”
He lifted up the loose cotton top he was wearing so that Yuan Rui could take a look. Both sides of his waist had bruises that formed from firm grippings, though it seriously looked erotic.
Yuan Rui looked at it with his eyebrows furrowed, he commented, “Your skin’s so fair.”
Fang Shiqing sneezed as he spoke so he wasn’t able to hear what he said. “Ah? Oh right, after you saw Meng Lai at your classmate’s wedding last time, did anything else happen afterwards?”
Yuan Rui lowered his voice. “We met again at another event, I didn’t tell Qiuyang.”
Fang Shiqing was shocked. “What did you two do? Did you guys—”
Yuan Rui quickly cut him off, “No way, we only exchanged a few words.”
Fang Shiqing was very interested. “What did you guys talk about?”
Yuan Rui described the conversation he had with Meng Lai like a recorder.
Fang Shiqing’s eyes sparkled. “Woah, so Meng Lai really did like you? Why didn’t you ask him about what exactly happened back then?”
“He said it was his own fault. Plus, it’s been so long. I don’t like him anymore either, what’s the point of asking so much.”
Fang Shiqing couldn’t understand. “Aren’t you curious at all? If it was me, I would have to have it cleared up. If not, then I’d be so curious I wouldn’t be able to eat.”
Yuan Rui rubbed his stomach. “That would be good. I’ve been eating too many snacks lately. I’ve gained some weight, now I have to lose them.”
Fang Shiqing outlined his waist with his hands, feeling speechless. “Lose what weight? From the looks of it, even a 24 waist pant would slip off of you.”
Yuan Rui’s eyebrows furrowed. “That’s not true, I’ve started wearing 27 ½ waist pants this year.”
Fang Shiqing sighed meaningfully. “Good thing your partner isn’t Wang Qi, or else he’d accidentally snap you in half.”
“…”
Zheng Qiuyang came from the kitchen and said, “I finished washing the vegetables.”
Yuan Rui said, “I’ll go cook now, you two talk.” He stood up, then looked back at Fang Shiqing with unease.
Fang Shiqing blinked at him, signaling that he definitely won’t gossip.
Yuan Rui went to the kitchen as Zheng Qiuyang sat on another sofa. He got the controller to turn on the TV as he asked Fang Shiqing, “Did you watch the Premier League last night?”
Fang Shiqing was blowing his nose again, boasting proudly, “I came home late last night because of overtime, I didn’t get to watch it.”
Zheng Qiuyang switched the channel to CCTV5+. “That’s fine, watching it would make you mad. Chelsea is so shitty this season!”
The TV was currently broadcasting a diving competition, neither of them was interested as they started talking about soccer again. Then, Fang Shiqing mentioned, “Yuan Rui’s going to be gone for over a month this time. You better behave yourself, or else I’ll beat you up for him.”
Zheng Qiuyang gave him a despicable look. “With your weak and sickened body? Nuh uh.”
Fang Shiqing spoke furiously, “Don’t look down on me! I learned the arrest technique from Wang Qi, I’ll have you on your knees crying at any time!”
The two watched the TV as they bickered. Once Yuan Rui was done cooking, Fang Shiqing sped over in a hurry to eat. Yuan Rui asked, “Are we not going to wait for Wang Qi?”
Fang Shiqing’s eyes were shining as his eyes locked on the food on the table. He waved his hands. “No no, his overtime always lasts forever. I’m about to die from starvation!”
Neither he nor Wang Qi knew how to cook, now that he was able to have a home-cooked meal after so long, he gobbled down a big bowl of rice in an instant like a tornado sucking away everything. Then, he patted his fulfilled stomach, burping.
Both Yuan Rui and Zheng Qiuyang, who had only moved their chopsticks a few times, were speechless.
Zheng Qiuyang mocked, “Are you a starving ghost?”
Fang Shiqing told them exaggeratingly, “Since I knew that Yuan Rui was coming over, I didn’t even eat a proper lunch, so I’d be ready for this meal.”
Yuan Rui was very pleased by the compliment, Zheng Qiuyang naturally also felt happy from seeing him happy.
Even when they were all finished eating, Wang Qi still wasn’t back. Zheng Qiuyang was sent off to wash the dishes while Fang Shiqing pulled Yuan Rui into his bedroom.
“I bought these whenWang Qi and I went on a trip to Europe during National Day. They seemed cheaper there, but after we came back, I realized it wasn’t too suitable for us.” Fang Shiqing took out a few bags from his drawer. “I think this bag fits your man well, it’s big enough to store sketching paper and files and whatnot. You can have this neon wallet. Wang Qi thinks I look too coquettish with it. It’s just right for a model like you, your man’s too unfashionable for it.”
Yuan Rui thought, My man’s not unfashionable! He’s a lot more stylish than your man!
But he didn’t dare to say it out loud. Looking at the two bags, he favored them both. “They both look nice, thank you.”
Fang Shiqing took out a bag of skincare products as well. “Take these too. I bought too much, they’ll expire before I get to them all. Our skin types are similar, so it’ll be fine for you.”
Yuan Rui felt like he was taking too much. “I should pay you with Alipay after all.”
Fang Shiqing wasn’t happy as he heard that. He argued, “Do you take me as a retailer? If I could, I would’ve already sold these at my office. How would you even have the chance to see them?”
Yuan Rui could only say, “Then, I’ll give you something else in the future.”
Fang Shiqing always liked pretty clothes, Yuan Rui should be able to take a guess of his approximate size. He decided that he’ll buy him some new clothes when he comes back from Shanghai this time.
A little after nine, Zheng Qiuyang and Yuan Rui left.
On the way back, Yuan Rui looked through the bag of stuff. Zheng Qiuyang asked him, “What did he give you?”
Yuan Rui answered contently, “Skincare products. He and Wang Qi bought too much when they went on an overseas trip, so he gave some to me.”
Zheng Qiuyang was alerted. “Don’t let him lead you down the wrong road, always in those flashy getups that attract a bunch of pests.”
Yuan Rui chuckled, but he was also envious. “He attracts people because he’s pale and good looking, I wish my skin was as nice as his.”
“…”
Yuan Rui looked at him. “You like pale skin too, right? All your exes that I’ve seen are all pretty fair-skinned.”
Zheng Qiuyang put on a serious face. “My idol is Rihanna.”
Yuan Rui nodded understandingly. “Mhm, big chest.”
“…”
He was literally never going to clear up his name no matter what.
It just so happened to be Sunday two days later, Yuan Rui left early in the morning to go to Shanghai. Zheng Qiuyang walked him downstairs as Zhao Zhengyi put all the luggage into the back trunk.
“Don’t always eat delivery food,” Yuan Rui reminded him out of worry. “Go to your mom’s place often, you’ll have food and be able to spend time with her.”
Zheng Qiuyang was a bit sorrowed, he forced a smile on. “Mn, I got it, you have to take care of yourself too.”
The two stood there, neither said a word, unwilling to part.
Zhao Zhengyi stood there and watched for a few seconds before he urged, “Yuan-Ge, we’re going to miss the flight.”
Yuan Rui had no choice but to say goodbye, “I’m going now.”
He got in the car, waving to Zheng Qiuyang through the window.
Zhao Zhengyi had only driven a little when he turned to see and said shockingly, “Yuan-Ge, is this really necessary? You’re only going to film, it’s not like you’re never coming back.”
Yuan Rui couldn’t stop his tears, he said gallingly, “I don’t know why this is happening either, I just can’t hold it in.”
“…”
Yuan Rui wiped his eyes with his sleeve. “You can’t tell anyone else about this.”
“…I won’t.”
Yuan Rui cried all the way to the airport, so much that he had to wear sunglasses after getting out of the car. He finally stopped crying on the airplane, but instead, he balled himself up in his seat as he stared out the window, it was as if his soul had left his body.
Zheng Qiuyang wasn’t doing any better than him. When the other left, he walked back home; but no matter if he was sitting, standing, or lying down, something felt wrong. It was as if he was missing a component of his body, the emptiness of his heart was insufferable. As it neared lunchtime, he went to his mom’s place to eat.
Mom Zheng nagged a little, then she noticed how he was completely out of it. She thought about it and asked, “What did he go do? He can’t even accompany you on a Sunday?”
“He went out of the city to film.”
“When did he leave?”
Zheng Qiuyang answered listlessly, “This morning.”
Mom Zheng poked his head with the end of her chopsticks, scolding him, “He’s only been gone for two hours, what are you putting on such a funeral face for? Look at yourself!”
Zheng Qiuyang thought, Fuck, it’s only been two hours.
The moment Yuan Rui walked out from the plane gate and into the airport, he was surrounded by his fans passionately. The girls stuffed his arms full with flowers, snacks, and all types of little gifts. He didn’t want the others to carry them either, so he walked with an armload of items, making him slow and stiff. Li Lingling didn’t come with them, the security guards hired by Yang Lu basically had to carry him onto the van waiting outside the airport.
Through the car window, he kept waving to the crowded fans who didn’t want to leave yet. Zhao Zhengyi told him, “Yuan-Ge, the windows are reflective, they can’t see you from outside.”
Yuan Rui kept waving out of joy. “It’s okay, waving isn’t tiring anyway.”
Zhao Zhengyi couldn’t retort with anything else, he knew what kind of person he was.
The van finally left the airport. Yuan Rui put all the gifts into a bag neatly, then set it aside securely before calling Zheng Qiuyang.
Zhao Zhengyi gave him a look, reminding him discreetly that there were other people beside them in the car. Aside from the local driver, there was also a female assistant sent by Yang Lu, so he should watch his words.
When the other side picked up, Yuan Rui suppressed his overwhelming emotions. “I’ve arrived Shanghai.”
Zheng Qiuyang said nothing.
“Hello? Hello?
“I miss you.”
“…”
Hearing odd sounds from behind, the female assistant turned to see Yuan Rui crying. She suddenly looked at Zhao Zhengyi, who was sitting beside her with a strange expression.
Zhao Zhengyi lied against his conscience in a low voice, “He’s on the phone with his dad, uncle’s health isn’t too good right now.”
The female assistant nodded out of understanding.
The “uncle” on the other side of the line said, “Yuan Xiao Rui, I’ll request a break to go see you film.”
