Chapter 499: Chapter 281 Cute_2
Chu Yu’s house was large, clean, and tidy, but it looked somewhat cold and uninviting. Fu Yang sat down on the sofa and casually picked up a magazine, only to discover that it contained an interview with Fu Siyu.
“You sit first; I’ll go cook.”
Chu Yu said this and then headed into the kitchen, and soon the clanging of pots and pans could be heard.
Fu Yang flipped through the magazine for a while and then got up to look around the other rooms. “Can I look around?”
“Yes, you can. Please feel free to look around.”
With Chu Yu’s consent, Fu Yang wandered about and, when he reached the study, was stunned by the roomful of books.
Moreover, the books Chu Yu read were all related to physics and astronomy—profound and abstruse.
Fu Yang casually flipped through the papers on the table, only to see some manuscripts filled with unrecognizable constellations.
“Dinner is ready, come and eat.”
Chu Yu appeared at the doorway of the study at some point and noticed the manuscript in Fu Yang’s hands. “Are you interested in constellations?”
“Not really,” Fu Yang frowned slightly.
He just found it strange; lately, Fu Siyu seemed to have also started delving into these oddities.
Could it be that upon reaching a certain age, people begin to become superstitious?
Fu Yang put down the manuscript and walked to the living room.
Sure enough, the dishes Chu Yu had made looked downright appetizing—just looking at them was enough to whet one’s appetite.
Fu Yang sat down at the table, picked up a piece of spare rib with his chopsticks, and his eyes slightly lit up, “This is delicious.”
“Then eat more; this whole plate is for you.”
Chu Yu, while speaking, proceeded to place an entire plate of spare ribs in front of Fu Yang.
Watching Chu Yu’s actions, Fu Yang’s expression flickered.
Fu Yang had always kept his distance from Chu Yu, not because he disliked him, but because he subconsciously felt that this person should not be approached.
However, Chu Yu actually had a kind of mysterious allure that, unknowingly, led Fu Yang to gravitate towards him.
Sitting in Chu Yu’s house at this moment, eating dinner with him, Fu Yang didn’t feel any aversion at all, but rather found it quite relaxing and comfortable.
In fact, after eating, Fu Yang didn’t even feel like leaving.
Chu Yu took the opportunity to suggest, “Your place is far away; why not stay over at mine? Just tell your father you’re staying at your teacher’s; he should agree.”
Fu Yang had never experienced sleeping at someone else’s house.
He thought about it and actually agreed in the end.
He made a call to Fu Siyu, “Dad, I won’t come back tonight; I’m staying over at my teacher’s.”
“Hmm, be safe,” came the sound of an ECG machine from Fu Siyu’s end, clearly indicating he was in the hospital.
“How is her condition?” Fu Yang couldn’t help but ask.
“Still the same,” Fu Siyu’s voice was somewhat hoarse, “Ok, no deterioration; I’m watching over her here, so don’t worry.”
After hanging up, Fu Yang turned to Chu Yu, “Where will I sleep?”
Chu Yu led Fu Yang into a room. “You can stay in this guest room.”
Though it was called a guest room, Fu Yang felt it was much bigger than the master bedroom, and the interior decor was completely different from the rest of the house, exactly the vibrant gaming theme that Fu Yang liked.
“Who prepared this room?” Fu Yang asked, puzzled as he looked toward Chu Yu.
“For my son,” Chu Yu flashed Fu Yang a smile. “Don’t young boys all kind of style? Do you like it?”
Fu Yang nodded, “I do. If you have a son in the future, he’ll probably like it too.”
Although Fu Yang thought that Chu Yu was perhaps thinking a bit too far ahead.
After all, Chu Yu seemed to be only a few years older than him. By the time Chu Yu’s son grew old enough to play video games, the popular style would probably have changed long ago.
“Hmm,” Chu Yu’s eyes held a touch of mirth, “Glad you like it. There are clothes I bought before in the closet; if you find something that fits you, you can just wear it. They’re all new.”
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Because the room was too much to his liking, even the scent of the body wash and shampoo was his favorite.
Did Chu Yu really not know him? The coincidences were just too many.
Fu Yang tossed and turned, unable to sleep when the phone on the bedside table rang—it was Chu Yu calling, “Can you sleep?”
“Come out for a bit, watch a movie, and chat?”
And so, in the middle of the night, Fu Yang wrapped himself in a blanket and sat with Chu Yu in the living room to watch a movie.
This was a novel experience for Fu Yang.
The movie that Chu Yu had casually selected was a romance film, a clichéd love story that failed to pique Fu Yang’s interest.