Rejected by the Campus Belle, I Find My True Love-Chapter 273 - 271: Our Son is Being Kept by a Wealthy Woman?
Xue Yang was caught between laughter and tears.
She still couldn’t let it go. His mother and his aunt sometimes acted like squabbling schoolchildren; if they didn’t take a jab at each other, they wouldn’t feel content. Most of the time when they met, however, everything seemed calm and peaceful.
Just like this time when they came home for the New Year, they behaved very normally. So normally, in fact, that it even made Xue Yang a bit suspicious.
Sure enough, it was all a façade. Not even a month had passed before they started up again.
"Alright, I have to go to work, and you have class, right? Study hard and don’t get involved in all that nonsense."
I’m starting a business and making money, how is that nonsense? Xue Yang thought with a laugh. However, he didn’t retort, simply nodding in agreement.
With that, Mrs. Zhong felt reassured and left for work.
Xue Yuanqing was already dressed and had driven the car to the front door, waiting for Zhong Hailan. "What are you muttering about?" he couldn’t help but ask, seeing her murmuring to herself as she got in.
"It’s about your son. He just called saying he wanted to eat chicken, so I was thinking about calling Hai Yan to have her save a few free-range chickens for me."
"Oh, go ahead and order them then."
"Yuanqing, I’m sure our son is in a relationship. I just don’t have any proof yet. He wasn’t even home on Valentine’s Day."
"Didn’t he go to a class reunion that day? There was a male classmate... Sun Haoran. I think you saw him, too."
"But didn’t he stay out for two nights after that? You even went to deliver clothes to him."
"He was probably with his classmates, right? It’s perfectly normal that he forgot to bring clothes and had Xiao Zhi help deliver them."
"No, it’s not normal."
"What’s not normal about it?"
"My mother’s intuition is telling me it’s definitely not normal."
"That intuition of yours is hit-or-miss."
"It’s a hit this time, for sure."
Xue Yuanqing chuckled and started the car, pulling away.
"I’m serious. You didn’t notice our son’s suitcase."
"What about his suitcase?"
"It smelled really fragrant. And he smelled good, too—the exact same scent that was on the suitcase."
"Aren’t you overthinking things? It’s our son’s suitcase. It’s normal for them to smell the same."
"That’s true, but did you hear what I said? It was a really nice fragrance. You know our son; he never wears cologne. At home, he doesn’t even use shower gel. What does it mean that he smelled so fragrant this time?"
Xue Yuanqing thought back, and it did seem to be true. After raising him for eighteen years, the kid had never once cared about his appearance. If he didn’t know for certain that this was his son, there were many times he wouldn’t have even wanted to let him in the house.
Anyone who knew them would assume Xue Yang was simply too engrossed in his studies to care about anything else. Anyone who didn’t would think they were abusing their son, depriving him of food, clothing, and sleep.
But he was completely transformed when he came home for New Year’s this year. Who would believe that nothing had happened to him?
And then there was the flat. In just half a year, he had bought a flat without asking them for a single penny.
The car stopped at a red light.
"Are you even listening to me?"
Xue Yuanqing looked up at the traffic light and replied earnestly, "I am. It means you think our son is being kept by a wealthy woman."
The more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.
Because he was so earnest, Xue Yuanqing failed to notice that upon hearing his words, Zhong Hailan wanted to lunge across the console and bite him to death. Father and son were cut from the same infuriating cloth, and it was enough to make her explode with rage.
...
For the entire following week, Xue Yang split his time between his apparel project and TianMei Studio.
The gaming competition and the fashion competition were being held at nearly the same time. Yanbei University, which had been quiet all winter, suddenly came alive. No matter where you went on campus, you could hear students’ enthusiastic discussions.
"My design should make it into the top ten, right?"
"No way, mine will. The judges like Chinese-inspired style, not Japanese style. If you show off that design of yours, you’ll get flamed for it."
"Design? Who cares about design? I just want to get closer to Xue Yang. He’s so handsome. I’d be satisfied if I could just get a photo with him."
"..."
Meanwhile, the voices from other departments sounded more like this:
"Wanna go out?"
"Nah. Is going out really better than carrying girls in the Rift?"
"Your gamer tag is ’Echoes of the Abyss.’ Is ’The Abyss Echoes You’ your girlfriend?"
"Nope, that’s my boyfriend. We’ve practically pledged our lives to each other in the Rift."
"Really? Because I ran into him in the Rift yesterday. He was carrying some girl, calling her ’little sis’ this and ’little sis’ that, saying, ’Don’t worry, I’ll pluck the stars from the sky for you; I won’t let you suffer any grievances.’ Hey, where are you going?"
"I’m going to find my forty-meter-long machete and chop that scumbag to pieces!"
"Whoa, calm down. Forty meters might not be enough. I suggest you bring a gun, too. Load one bullet. You each take a shot, and we’ll see who’s lucky enough to get hit."
"An excellent plan."
"..."
...
Xue Yang looked up and saw Cui Hao radiating a lovesick fever so intense it practically filled the entire office. Yu Kexin, who was sitting next to him, found her work progress severely affected.
"Cui Hao, if you’re going to get all mushy, do it outside. You’re being an eyesore."
"Mushy? Me?"
"My eyes can practically smell the hormones wafting off you. Don’t even try to deny it."
Cui Hao put down his phone and guiltily rubbed his nose. "Really? Am I giving off some serious boyfriend vibes?"
Yu Kexin casually grabbed a programming book and smacked him on the head with it.
"Boyfriend vibes, my ass. If you keep this up, our workload is what’s going to be seriously exploding. Now get back to work!"
"Oh, oh, okay."
Cui Hao quickly put his phone away and got back to work diligently.
During lunch, Cui Hao picked up his phone again. He normally finished his meal in three minutes, but this time, ten minutes had passed and his food was still untouched.
"Cui Hao, online dating is fine, just don’t get scammed."
"She would never scam me... Huh?" Cui Hao looked up, meeting Xue Yang’s gaze, and his guilt intensified. "How did you know?"
"Am I wrong?"
"Well, I did meet a girl in the game. And let me tell you, her skills are insane, way better than mine."
"You have skills?" 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
Cui Hao choked. "That’s not the point! The point is, she’s currently number one on the King leaderboard."
Xue Yang was slightly surprised. "Number one on the King leaderboard?"
"Right? She’s awesome, isn’t she? And listen, in the game she’s so cool and commanding, it’s unreal."
Xue Yang slowly set down his chopsticks and offered a quiet observation. "I see. You like being a kept man."
PFFT—
Cui Hao was thankful he wasn’t eating at that moment, or he definitely would have sprayed his food everywhere.
"Can we please not tell these kinds of dry jokes while we’re eating? I’m trying to cultivate a tough-guy image lately. From now on, don’t call me a kept man. Call me... a tough guy."
This time, it was Xue Yang’s turn to do a spit-take.
