Lu Xiaochan didn’t reveal his identity, but instead pretended to be a manga fan, wandering around the comic convention, trying to overhear what people were discussing.
“Ah! Yang Cang is so handsome!”
“I love this ink-wash painting style, as elegant as the wind!”
“I didn’t expect the original artwork to be so exquisite! Yang Cang looks cool even from behind! He matches so well with Liche!”
“They should be together! Yang Cang should hurry up and take Liche!”
“Liche is so cute, like the sun!”
Lu Xiaochan was confused. He had specifically drawn Liche as a mature and charming young man who generously tolerated Shu Wuxi, that old-fashioned guy. Why was everyone expecting Liche to be taken by him!
Shu Wuxi seemed to take the art exhibition very seriously. He examined each original artwork on display as if appreciating the “Mona Lisa’s Smile,” even though when these were being drawn, Shu Wuxi had been sitting on the nearby sofa.
Until they reached the painting of Shu Wuxi turning away, heading north to Northern Sea to search for spirit beasts. He stood there, looking at it for a long time.
“What are you looking at?” Lu Xiaochan curiously stretched his neck.
“Among all the original paintings, this one looks the best,” Shu Wuxi said.
“Huh? This back view?” Lu Xiaochan tilted his head, not quite understanding.
This silhouette had the simplest lines and took the shortest time to complete.
Of course, when drawing it, remembering that day when Shu Wuxi left him, Lu Xiaochan’s eyes had almost turned red.
“Why do you think this one looks the best?”
“It seems like you really miss this person,” Shu Wuxi said softly.
“Mmm… I miss him a lot.”
The two of them stood in front of that painting, looking at it for a long time.
The week-long comic convention ended, and Lu Xiaochan gained countless praise and positive reviews. It was said that several tens of thousands of volumes were sold at the convention, making both Lu Xiaochan and the magazine publisher earn a substantial profit.
Looking at his bank account balance, Lu Xiaochan suddenly felt that even without the Lu family’s billions in inheritance, he wouldn’t lack money, and his life was very fulfilling.
Sitting in the car on the way home, Lu Xiaochan smiled with narrowed eyes while whistling.
“You seem very happy,” Shu Wuxi said.
“Of course! I’ve successfully graduated! I also held a comic convention! I’ve achieved something in my field, right?” Lu Xiaochan extended two fingers, making a victory sign to Shu Wuxi.
“Yes, you’re just one condition away from the billion-dollar inheritance.”
“Continuing the Lu family line, right! Don’t worry! Now there are plenty of people willing to have my baby!” Lu Xiaochan patted Shu Wuxi’s chest, “Although, I’d prefer if you had one for me, hehe!”
“You have three years to complete this goal,” Shu Wuxi said.
“Hey, why don’t you say—humans can’t give birth to monkeys?”
“It means I like you and want to have your child,” Shu Wuxi said seriously.
Lu Xiaochan looked at his profile, thinking this guy must have secretly looked up the origin of the “having a baby” meme.
And you’re being so serious about it!
“Hmm… let me think… who should I choose to help me with this?” Lu Xiaochan frowned, putting on a very troubled expression, scrolling through his WeChat, then leaning toward Shu Wuxi.
“Brother Wuxi, what do you think of this one? Long legs and beautiful eyes!” Lu Xiaochan opened a photo and held it in front of Shu Wuxi, “The baby would definitely be good-looking.”
This was actually an online post where fans were urging Lu Xiaochan to work harder and update his manga. The post had hundreds of thousands of comments, with many female fans joking that since Lu Xiaochan could draw such a perfect man like Sword Master Yang Cang, they would have his babies.
“Face too pointed, looks like a snake spirit.”
Lu Xiaochan paused, suddenly wanting to laugh very badly, but he held it in.
Look at our Brother Wuxi’s serious little expression, hehe, could anyone really meet your standards?
“What about this one? She’s white-skinned and sends cute emojis.”
“So white? Are you sure she’s not using fluorescent whitening face masks?”
“… Then what about this one? A wild little cat, so energetic!”
“Are you sure you can win against her nails when fighting with this wild little cat?”
Lu Xiaochan tirelessly found all the book fans who wanted to “have his baby.” Although many of the photos he opened were randomly posted by others, Shu Wuxi could always find reasons to disagree.
“What about this one? Is this one okay? All my life I’ve wanted him to have my baby! No, I want him to have a whole bunch!”
“Who?” Shu Wuxi’s eyebrows rarely knitted so tightly.
“Him!”
Lu Xiaochan only flashed the phone in front of Shu Wuxi for a moment before putting it back in his pocket.
Shu Wuxi was stunned, even though they had arrived home, he remained motionless.
“Let’s go home!” Lu Xiaochan thanked the employee from the publishing house who had driven him back, then walked toward the apartment door.
He entered the elevator and after poking his head out for a while, he didn’t see Shu Wuxi following.
“Shu Wuxi—Shu Wuxi—why haven’t you come up yet! Are your legs too long and got caught in the car door?”
Just as the elevator door was about to close, a hand suddenly pressed it open.
Lu Xiaochan jumped back in fright—such dangerous behavior, where had Shu Wuxi learned this from!
Shu Wuxi strode in with his long legs, his eyes fixed on Lu Xiaochan.
“Bro-Brother Wuxi?”
“Don’t you want the hundred-billion family fortune anymore?” Shu Wuxi asked.
“I do. But… you don’t have that function, what can I do?” Lu Xiaochan began to feel nervous.
His heart was beating particularly hard, as if it had a hole in it, every breath sounding like bellows, yet at the same time overwhelming and turbulent.
Because what he had just shown Shu Wuxi was a picture he had secretly taken of Shu Wuxi while he was sleeping.
—Facing toward Lu Xiaochan, seemingly with a gentle smile and satisfaction.
“Lu Xiaochan, you can still regret it now,” Shu Wuxi said, looking at Lu Xiaochan.
“We haven’t pressed the floor button yet!”
Lu Xiaochan lowered his head, his ears turning red, his neck turning red too, and there was a shining red heart he wanted to take out and give to the other person.
His arm had just reached past Shu Wuxi to press the floor button.
“If you want the hundred-billion inheritance, you must get married and have children.” Shu Wuxi’s voice was very low.
Just like an old and clichéd story, Lu Xiaochan knew the ending from the beginning, but still with a kind of persistent expectation, he turned to the last page.
“I want you, is that possible?”
Lu Xiaochan looked up and asked very seriously.
No matter which world he was in, whether he had money or not, whether eating thousand-yuan meals or five-yuan pancakes, as long as he could see Shu Wuxi again, he would be filled with joy.
“Ding—” The elevator arrived.
Shu Wuxi suddenly grabbed Lu Xiaochan’s collar. Lu Xiaochan was so startled that he rose on his tiptoes and bumped forward, only to be fiercely kissed by Shu Wuxi.
The familiar intense and overwhelming interplay of lips and tongues—Lu Xiaochan was held tightly, his ribcage almost crushed from the pressure. He was picked up by Shu Wuxi and carried out of the elevator. He was firmly restrained, unable to move except for the frantic kissing.
Turning around, “Bang—” he was pressed against the apartment door.
Lu Xiaochan was held high by Shu Wuxi, their kiss nearly burning with intensity.
Lu Xiaochan couldn’t remember how the apartment door was opened, but Shu Wuxi had spent a long time looking for the keys.
Even so, he still pressed Lu Xiaochan against the door, kissing until his tongue went numb. He was unusually frustrated at not finding the keys, and bit Lu Xiaochan’s lips several times, quite hard, causing Lu Xiaochan to also start looking for the keys.
All he knew was that he fell onto the bed where they had slept side by side for several months, previously without incident. Lu Xiaochan occasionally stirred up trouble, but suddenly everything had turned upside down.
Lu Xiaochan propped himself up, watching Shu Wuxi tilt his head back, urgently trying to undo his shirt collar, but as always, he dressed so properly, with buttons fastened tightly.
Lu Xiaochan felt this was a good opportunity to fulfill his wish! He had always wanted to tear off Shu Wuxi’s shirt and suit!
But just as he was excitedly about to take action, Shu Wuxi had already pulled off his tie in a very manly way, a movement a hundred times more mouth-drying than in movies.
Lu Xiaochan’s wish to break Shu Wuxi’s long legs was once again unfulfilled. Shu Wuxi’s persistent eyes were the real inferno, burning Lu Xiaochan without a trace left.
Shu Wuxi showed no mercy, and Lu Xiaochan felt as if his entire being had been shattered and reassembled.
When he woke up, he was, without a doubt, encircled in Shu Wuxi’s arms.
“I thought… I was going to die…” Lu Xiaochan said in a voice as hoarse as sandpaper.
“I have photos like that too,” Shu Wuxi said, kissing the top of Lu Xiaochan’s head.
“…What photos?”
Shu Wuxi turned and took his phone. On it was a picture of Lu Xiaochan asleep, half his face buried in the pillow, still holding onto Shu Wuxi’s finger.
After seeing it, Lu Xiaochan laughed under the covers.
Actually, whether Shu Wuxi remembered him or not was no longer important to Lu Xiaochan.
What was important was Shu Wuxi’s eyes, burning with desire that he couldn’t suppress.
“Hey, Brother Wuxi… you have to take care of me… I can’t inherit the hundred-billion fortune now…”
“With pleasure.”
Lu Xiaochan squinted for a moment, then felt something wasn’t quite right.
“If… the Lu family really had billions in inheritance, why didn’t my parents borrow money to pay off their debts?”
Shu Wuxi’s embrace tightened.
“As long as I can support you, that’s enough.”
Lu Xiaochan thought, I can support myself by drawing manga too!
But someone as elite as Shu Wuxi had agreed to be his 24-hour personal attendant when he asked?
Lu Xiaochan had previously searched for Shu Wuxi’s identity online… There wasn’t even an entry in Baidu, indicating that although Brother Wuxi was impressive, he hadn’t reached the level of being nationally known or immensely wealthy.
But they also say that true hidden billionaires don’t appear on the internet.
“Hey, who really has the hundred-billion family fortune to inherit, you or me?” Lu Xiaochan asked with great suspicion.
“What’s mine is yours.”
“Huh?” Lu Xiaochan suddenly felt like he had been schemed against.
But thinking about it this way, this world was quite interesting.
I want to eat the food you cook, watch movies and take walks with you, travel far away together by train or plane.
I want to grow old with you.
And then for a lifetime, forever.
