Chapter 42
It felt as if someone who had never possessed anything suddenly received a precious gem.
Ye Zhi dared not unravel what exactly he felt in his heart. He attributed all his feelings towards Huo Youqiao to nervousness and gratitude. The palpitations and shivers were due to nervousness, while the warmth surging in his heart was due to gratitude. Besides these, there couldn’t possibly be anything else.
After taking two days off, when he returned to work, nobody in the company expressed any concern about the wound on his forehead, except for Shen Feiyu.
After all, Shen Feiyu came to mooch off him for meals every day, and he was quite talkative. He could chat about any topic for a long time, so naturally, he wanted to get to the bottom of the wound on Ye Zhi’s forehead.
“It really was from bumping into something, huh? Brother Xiao Ye, how can you be so careless? You managed to bump into something while walking, and it happened to be right on a protruding nail.”
Lying was quite a psychological burden for Ye Zhi, so he gave the largest piece of braised pork to Shen Feiyu. “I’ll be more careful next time.”
Shen Feiyu happily accepted it. After finishing the delicious meat, he suddenly looked at Ye Zhi with some confusion. “Why do I feel like your mood has improved after resting at home for two days?”
Ye Zhi looked up at him. “Really?”
“Absolutely!” Shen Feiyu nodded confidently. After swallowing the food in his mouth, he began to mimic Ye Zhi’s expressions. First, he put on a bitter melon face. “Your face used to look like this.” Then, he put on a calm expression. “Now, it looks like this, with even a hint of a smile.”
“Is that so?”
“Definitely!” Shen Feiyu’s gossiping nature began to stir. “Did you encounter something good? Did you reconcile with your husband?”
Ye Zhi was surprised. “How did you know…”
“I know your relationship with your husband isn’t good, right? You don’t even need to say it. Just by looking at your complexion, I can tell. Although you don’t look like a resentful wife, you seem like someone who hasn’t been nourished by love. You never mention your husband, and you don’t wear a wedding ring. Taking all these signs together, your marital relationship must be strained.” Shen Feiyu had the demeanor of a detective. “But today, you seem to be in high spirits, so did you reconcile? How did you reconcile? Can you teach me some experience?” Suddenly, he lowered his voice and blushed slightly. “Actually, I also like men. I want to engage in a same-sex relationship, but my biggest dream is still to find a male partner.”
Not everyone on the planet can accept same-sex marriage. It seems to be ingrained in their genes, and it’s hard to change later in life. So, according to the marriage law, as long as both parties are willing, they can get married regardless of their attributes. The only exception is the protection of the right to marry. Once a lifelong mark is made, if both parties are willing to get married, the one marked must marry the other. If there’s no willingness to get married and the marking wasn’t voluntary, then legal responsibilities must be taken, with a prison sentence of at least ten years.
The four words “in high spirits” startled Ye Zhi, his heart pounding wildly. He subconsciously said, “Stop talking nonsense, I’m not like that.”
“Brother Xiao Ye, you’re still hiding it. Just teach me a little bit, how to make a man like you. I’ve never been in a relationship before. I’ve tried finding someone online, but once they see my appearance, they reject me, thinking I’m not delicate enough.” Shen Feiyu was indeed tall, over six feet tall, and his features didn’t match the standard definition of beauty. He also had a rough demeanor.
“I really don’t know how to teach you.” Ye Zhi paused, his voice much softer. “In my life, nobody has ever liked me.”
“Your husband doesn’t like you either?”
“No, he doesn’t.”
Shen Feiyu became curious and forgot to use his brain. “Then why did you get married?”
Ye Zhi rarely refused people. “That’s private.”
Shen Feiyu stuck out his tongue at him. “Alright, I won’t pry anymore. So, the person who made you feel better these past two days wasn’t your husband?”
Ye Zhi looked at him. “You’re still prying.”
Shen Feiyu just laughed, finally changing the topic. He was lively and easily distracted, but Ye Zhi couldn’t. Even when it was time to leave work, he was still thinking about what Shen Feiyu had said at noon.
Was he really “in high spirits”?
He couldn’t deny the conclusion of “feeling better,” because every time he finished work before, he felt melancholy. Nobody in the company liked overtime, and they basically avoided it whenever possible. Only he never refused overtime because it meant he would earn a bit more and delay the time to return to that “home.”
