Gu Yunpeng fell silent for a moment, pushing the contract back. “What, are you trying to buy my son?”
He Shumo, without hesitation, said, “No, I just want to win your favor.”
Gu Yunpeng: “…”
Gu Jinmian: “…”
Just from this one thing, he knew how formidable He Shumo was.
Didn’t know what his dad likes, so he prepared various options, no, he knew too well.
Indeed, there were options in every category, but each one hit his dad’s preferences perfectly. Like the brands of wine and tea, favorite fruits, recently developed interest in art—the land discussion from a couple of days ago with friends.
Even in speech, straightforwardly saying he wanted to win his dad’s favor—Gu Yunpeng should be internally satisfied, despite his gruff tone.
In just one afternoon, is this the terrifying aspect of He Shumo?
“I don’t want it! You’re not allowed to send these in the future, it’s like selling my son.”
Sure enough, though Gu Yunpeng’s tone was fierce, he essentially accepted their relationship.
Gu Jinmian whispered to He Shumo, “Put away the contract, leave all other gifts behind.”
He Shumo was quite impressive, but he was still unfamiliar with his family.
Gu Jinmian acknowledged his intentions, he understood that in the ruthless business world, where decisions were swift and decisive, someone unfamiliar with normal family interactions might not grasp the significance of a contract. Even though contracts provide security, they aren’t suitable for relationships with loved ones.
So, He Shumo put away the contract.
Gu Jinmian suggested, “Let’s go eat. Dad has been preparing all afternoon. We can chat while we eat.”
It’s more casual that way.
He Shumo nodded, “Uncle, you’ve worked hard.”
Gu Yunpeng: “…”
“Really did prepare for the whole afternoon, as a result, it might be a bit much,” Gu Yunpeng preemptively defended.
Both thought it was just a particularly lavish dinner, but when they arrived at the dining room, they realized that the “bit much” Gu Yunpeng mentioned was similar to the excessiveness of He Shumo’s gifts.
The three of them sat at the largest table, adorned with what seemed like at least two expensive dishes. The whole table looked extravagant.
Gu Jinmian, holding chopsticks, remained silent for a moment, then exclaimed, “Our family truly lives up to its reputation. This nouveau riche aura is perfectly executed.”
“…..”
Gu Yunpeng began eating with a serious expression, “Stop talking, let’s eat.”
Finding it hard to let go of his old habits, and still wanted to drink, but Gu Jinmian stopped him, “We don’t both drink. Majority rules. You shouldn’t drink either.”
Gu Yunpeng: “…Isn’t today a special day?”
“What special?” Gu Jinmian asked.
Gu Yunpeng remained silent.
He Shumo suggested, “Have a little. I happen to have brought some wine.”
He asked Gu Jinmian in a tone of request. These father and son were alike in certain aspects. Gu Jinmian felt content and relented, “Considering it’s my boyfriend’s first time joining us today, then just drink a little.”
“Ah!” Gu Yunpeng visibly brightened up, even his words increased.
“What was it again?” Gu Yunpeng clinked glasses with He Shumo, “I was too shocked just now, and was unclear.”
“He Shumo.”
“Oh, He Shumo, right, He Shumo?! Cough, cough… Which He Shumo?”
Gu Jinmian: “…”
Being in the business world for many years, his dad was more knowledgeable than him. At the mention of the name, he connected it to the not-so-“revealing” figure in the He family.
Gu Jinmian: “It’s the He Shumo from the He family, my top, top, top, top, top boss.”
Gu Yunpeng: “…”
For a long time afterward, Gu Yunpeng was quite dazed, drinking a lot in a trance.
“Did you guys really know each other since childhood?”
“My son unexpectedly knew He Shumo when he was six?”
“What’s up with our family’s luck?”
Say a sentence, then take a sip.
Gu Jinmian: “…”
If it weren’t for the dazed look on his face, Gu Jinmian would have suspected that his dad was just using this as an excuse to drink. Nevertheless, Gu Yunpeng, having had a bit too much, was more expressive with his emotions.
Gu Jinmian went to ask the auntie to prepare sobering soup. When he returned, his dad was holding He Shumo’s hand.
Gu Jinmian: “…”
As he was about to step forward, Gu Yunpeng suddenly said, “Thank you. Thank you for accompanying Mian Mian back then.”
“As an inadequate father, I have no right to demand anything from you. I just want to ask you to treat Mian Mian well, treat my son well, okay?”
As he spoke, tears dropped onto He Shumo’s hand.
He Shumo stiffly handed him a tissue, “Rest assured.”
Gu Yunpeng continued, “Actually, he’s not as optimistic as he appears on the surface. He’s very stubborn and cautious. He just likes you so much. Take good care of him, my precious son.”
“My Mian Mian won’t be bullied anymore, he’s fortunate and blessed.”
The more he spoke, the more emotional he became. He Shumo didn’t know what to do, so he patted his shoulder to comfort him. Unexpectedly, he leaned on He Shumo’s shoulder and started crying.
Gu Jinmian: “…”
This scene was both touching and amusing.
A cold and distant man holding a drunk middle-aged man, one stiff, one aggrieved.
For Gu Jinmian, it was a warm and fulfilling scene.
He stepped forward to rescue He Shumo, skillfully pulling up Gu Yunpeng. “I’m so happy now, why are you crying?”
Gu Yunpeng seized the opportunity to hug his son, “Really?”
Gu Jinmian nodded, “Yes. Being with He Shumo and having you as my dad is enough for me.”
Gu Jinmian wasn’t just comforting him; he meant every word.
He didn’t have any particularly grand wishes, feeling especially content with life as it was.
Gu Yunpeng was drunk, and He Shumo didn’t take Gu Jinmian away as he had mentioned in the morning. Gu Jinmian escorted him to the entrance, “Sorry, my dad gets like this when he’s drunk. But he rarely drinks these days.”
“I’m happy with him like this,” He Shumo said. “Isn’t a family supposed to be like this?”
Gu Jinmian smiled, holding his hand, “My dad may talk tough, but he’ll be as caring for you as he is for me in the future.”
He Shumo lowered his head and kissed the corners of Gu Jinmian’s mouth, “I know where you inherited your coquettishness from.”
Gu Jinmian: “?”
When did he ever act coquettish?
Unfortunately, He Shumo left, and there was no one to explain this mystery.
After the three cars drove away, the atmosphere brightened considerably. The grand spectacle attracted the attention of neighbors. The elderly man across the street peeked out and gossiped, “Mian Mian, who was that?”
Gu Jinmian boldly said, “My boyfriend, He Shumo.”
“Oh.” After a moment, he exclaimed, “Boyfriend?! He Shumo?!”
At this point, Gu Jinmian went inside without showing any surprise. The elderly man excitedly shared this news in the “Elderly Foster Care” group.
This group was formed by people living in the villas of the neighborhood who were closer in age. Gu Yunpeng was also in the group, but despite how others @ him, he was deep in a drunken slumber and unaware.
Gu Jinmian didn’t think it was a big deal and went to bed early after returning home.
He had an early morning flight the next day, a round trip of four days. After landing on the fourth day, he felt that this might be a bit of a situation.
Not long after landing, his manager came to greet him.
At first, Gu Jinmian felt a bit annoyed. It was the first time in a long time that he couldn’t wait to go home after a flight, and here came his manager, probably going to complain about him being away for so long.
But unexpectedly, the manager handed him a cup of hot coffee and said with a smile, “You’ve been flying for so long, must have been tough.”
Gu Jinmian: “?”
Being so nice right from the start, was it just to soften him up for a more serious matter?
Peng Hui: “Let’s go quickly. Don’t you want to go back early?”
Gu Jinmian nodded cautiously, afraid that he might say “I won’t let you go back, hehe!”
Peng Hui smiled even more warmly, “Do you want to go back to Director He early?”
Gu Jinmiani: “… How did you know?”
“The whole city knows!”
Gu Jinmian: “…”
He underestimated the gossip and gossip-spreading abilities of middle-aged and elderly people. Now he understood why his manager was smiling so brightly.
To be honest, he really felt unlucky enduring such a smile. He felt like reaching out and smoothing the wrinkles that appeared as the manager smiled. Fortunately, at this moment, Secretary He appeared.
He led Gu Jinmian to a lounge, and as soon as the door opened, He Shumo, who was sitting in a wheelchair, looked at him.
The X Airlines captain’s trousers and jacket were a deep blue, almost black, contrasting with a snow-white shirt. Tailored to perfection, it highlighted broad shoulders, a slim waist, and long legs. Wearing it, Gu Jinmian looked both handsome and dignified, with a rare touch of restraint.
He Shumo’s Adam’s apple moved slightly and waved to him.
A smile immediately spread across Gu Jinmian’s tense face. He walked over, bent down, and kissed him. “He Shumo, couldn’t wait to see me?”
He Shumo held the back of his neck and kissed his cheek, his voice husky. “More than just wanting to see you.”
Gu Jinmian: “…”
How not to lose in a situation like this? Gu Jinmian’s competitiveness emerged from a strange place again. Taking a cue from He Shumo’s obscene remarks in bed, he provocatively asked, “Still want to have ***?”
He Shumo: “…”
Gu Jinmian: “…”
“Say another obscene remarks and I’ll commit suicide!”
He Shumo: “…”
When Gu Jinmian came out of the lounge, his face was as red as pig’s blood. It was hard for people not to suspect that something inappropriate had happened in the lounge. However, the fact was that He Shumo was completely innocent; he didn’t do anything.
Someone blushing like a lobster was solely due to his own obscene remarks.
Once in the car, Gu Jinmian still had a look of wanting to escape the planet. He Shumo looked at him and said, “You’re not in a suitable state to go home now. Come back with me.”
Gu Jinmian: “…”
It was He Shumo who took Gu Jinmian home from the airport.
At home, the old father waiting for Gu Jinmian only received a message three hours later, saying he wouldn’t be coming home today.
The old father was very disappointed, as were the older brothers around him eagerly anticipating his return.
In order to alleviate Gu Jinmian’s social death, He Shumo personally proved the correctness of the sentence that caused his social death.
It did indeed provide some relief. At least now, Gu Jinmian wasn’t turning away from He Shumo, instead, he was lying on top of him while scrolling through his phone.
During his flights, in order to maintain sufficient sleep and energy, he would shut down his phone early at night to force himself to sleep. He wouldn’t even read the comments section of novels, afraid that reading them would make him angry or excited and keep him awake.
As expected, when he checked the small groups where people couldn’t resist talking about him, he found a slew of messages.
[Is GJM and H□□ are together?! What the heck is going on!]
[Did you guys hear? The son of the nouveau riche is with that person!]
[Pilot and the one in power together. Is the biggest loser Heavenly Peng?]
[City’s elite ladies in tears.jpg]
[National flight attendants in double tears.jpg]
Gu Jinmian: “…”
Did they really think that by using “GJM” and “H□□,” or “son of the nouveau riche” and “that person,” he wouldn’t realize they were talking about him and He Shumo?
He Shumo noticed what he was looking at. “Stop looking.”
“Do we need to make an official response?” Gu Jinmian asked. Considering his special status, he wasn’t sure if it would have any impact.
“Didn’t you say we should get married soon? Isn’t marriage the most official response?”
Gu Jinmian: “…”
So, do they need to have a wedding?
After some thought, he asked, “For the second marriage, do I have to wear pink?”
He Shumo: “…”
He thought about it seriously. “Sure, you would look good in pink, just like you do in yellow.”
Gu Jinmian: “…”
Gu Jinmian resigned himself to it, went to read the latest chapter of “Entertainment Supreme” and the newest chapter of the fanfiction. He hadn’t had the chance to read them on the plane.
After finishing, he sent a WeChat red envelope to He Shumo.
“Hmm?”
Gu Jinmian: “If I’m going to throw a thunder, I might as well give you a red envelope directly instead of sharing it with Jinjiang.”
He Shumo didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Why argue over such trivial matters at this point?
As a diligent housekeeper, Gu Jinmian didn’t see any issue with it. He joyfully continued browsing forums and comments, and as he did, a significant problem emerged.
He Chumian, the pen name, was under attack on the forum, and the comments section was flooded with negativity.
A good wine needs no bush, and even though it was a new work by an unsigned author, four days were enough for many to recognize its quality. If it was just an average piece of writing, it wouldn’t matter, but the problem was that it was exceptionally well-written.
(t/n: A good wine needs no bush-This proverb means that quality products or talents do not need much advertising or promotion; their excellence speaks for itself.
Initially, it was like discovering a hidden treasure—excitedly recommending this fanfiction in the reviews section. Many readers, upon learning that He Chumian was an unsigned author, were skeptical at first, thinking it might be a publicity stunt. However, unable to resist the enthusiasm of the recommendations, many decided to check it out, and upon reading, they were astonished.
[How did they achieve this? Having emotions without going out of character, being mysterious without forcing it?]
[Amazing writing! So thrilling!]
[Yin Mosu x Gu Jinmian? Why do I feel like something extraordinary is happening? Is this the fanfiction where the reader’s name is Yin Moshu eternal god and the group name is Gu Jinmian?]
[If you can do it, come and write—it’s my writing?]
[I actually feel it’s even better than what He Bujin writes?]
[It’s one thing to ride on the popularity of He Bujin, but how can you have the audacity to claim it’s better than He Bujin’s writing?]
[Do you want another fanfiction to overshadow the original work? Did He Bujin open up fanfiction rights? Can we report this?]
[The Moonstone gift package is ready; I’m going to flood it with negative reviews.”
Gu Jinmian: “…”
