Can I still be saved? [Transmigration] - Chapter 37.2
Just as he was about to leave, Wen Yanlai caught sight of him from the corner of her eye and paused mid-sentence.
“I’m busy right now. I’ll call you back later,” Wen Yanlai said to the person on the other end of the line.
Su Yunjing had no choice but to walk over, looking a little awkward. “Uh… I already talked to Fu Hanzhou. He won’t be moving into the house. If there’s nothing else, you can get back to work.”
He kept it short and to the point, turning to leave.
Wen Yanlai called him back, wanting to say something, but then stopped. “Cici”.
The sound of her voice made his scalp tingle, he turned stiffly to look at her.
“I wasn’t yelling at someone because of you just now,” she explained, pale-faced. “They accepted work without telling me first.”
Su Yunjing didn’t know the ins and outs of the entertainment industry, but he understood her meaning after a beat and nodded.
“I know, I know.”
And then… nothing more.
Wen Yanlai seemed equally unsure what to say. The silence stretched for dozens of seconds.
“Don’t you still need to return that call? You should get back to it. Just let me know if you need anything,” Su Yunjing said.
“…Mm.”
She nodded, and Su Yunjing made his escape.
Honestly, he felt a bit embarrassed—Fu Hanzhou’s desire to move in had come entirely from their reconciled relationship.
The little cool cub was the type of person who, once he accepted someone, would become very clingy, which had something to do with his insecurity.
His abrupt barging into the household had thrown the whole family into chaos.
These past two days, Su Yunjing’s head had been aching from it all.
That evening, Wen Yanlai’s work couldn’t be postponed, and she flew back to continue her publicity schedule.
She might have a temper, but she was also highly professional.
…..
After dinner, while Su Yunjing was in the kitchen helping wash the dishes, Guo Xiuhui suddenly asked, “Cici, do you want to live with Little Fu, or have him transfer schools?”
Su Yunjing: “???”
Hadn’t they already agreed he would board at school?
Besides, Su Yunjing had assumed that after Fu Hanzhou’s misdeeds came to light, the entire Wen family would be united in throwing him out, so why bring this up again?
Su Yunjing, sensing something was amiss, politely said, “I’m fine with anything. I’ll listen to you adults.”
He wasn’t going to give an opinion, he’d just follow the organization’s arrangements.
But Guo Xiuhui didn’t let the matter drop. “I’m asking you personally, can you accept him living here?”
Su Yunjing’s eyes darted left and right. He wasn’t sure whether to be honest or just laugh it off.
Emotionally, he could accept it.
Logically, no one else could.
“What he did really was too much, very humiliating,” Su Yunjing said, choosing his words carefully, pausing between each one. “So, I think… maybe he should board at school instead.”
That way, the house could stay peaceful. After all, no one was obligated to indulge Fu Hanzhou.
Except for him.
Even if Fu Hanzhou committed murder or arson, Su Yunjing would still rush over immediately, persuading him to lay down his knife and not keep going down the wrong path.
That was his mission—he and Fu Hanzhou were bound together.
Guo Xiuhui didn’t respond. She simply wiped down the gas stove with a cloth, her expression thoughtful.
After washing the dishes, Su Yunjing also mopped the floor before returning to his room, intending to tackle the weekend homework.
He had just pulled out his math workbook when his phone rang—it was Fu Hanzhou.
Su Yunjing thought he must’ve gotten home and was calling to check in, but the truth was… he hadn’t left at all.
“You’re downstairs at my building right now?” Su Yunjing shot up from his chair as if his seat had been set on fire.
Dragging the chair aside, he hurried to the window and leaned out. “Why didn’t you leave?”
Fu Hanzhou was supposed to transfer next Monday. Su Yunjing had assumed he’d gone back to pack. But sure enough, he spotted him downstairs.
He’d changed into a silver-gray casual outfit with white sneakers. His tall, slender frame drew attention effortlessly, even just standing there.
As if he knew what Su Yunjing was thinking, Fu Hanzhou said, “I already brought my things over. No need to go back for them.”
He held the phone with his slender fingers, his smooth chin slightly raised, and his beautiful phoenix eyes stared at Su Yunjing’s window.
Su Yunjing met his eyes and said, “I’ll be down right away.”
After hanging up the phone, he grabbed his keys and called out to Wen Huaishan, who was watching the news broadcast. “Grandpa, I’m going downstairs for a bit. I’ll be back soon.”
Wen Huaishan glanced at him and said, “Zip up your jacket, don’t catch a cold.”
Pulling the zipper up as he ran, Su Yunjing bolted out the door.
When he reached the ground floor, Fu Hanzhou was already waiting at the entrance.
Su Yunjing, acting like a thief afraid of being caught, quickly grabbed him and headed out of the complex before any neighbors could see him back.
Fu Hanzhou had been waiting until he saw the light go on in Su Yunjing’s room before making the call.
So when Su Yunjing’s hand touched his hand, it was ice-cold, completely devoid of warmth.
Used to Fu Hanzhou’s year-round cool skin, Su Yunjing held his hand and asked, “Have you eaten yet?”
Fu Hanzhou nodded.
In truth, he hadn’t. But he didn’t want to waste time on food—he knew Su Yunjing would have to head back soon.
As they walked out of the complex, Su Yunjing asked, “If you’re not going back to Beijing, where are you staying?”
“At the hotel up ahead,” Fu Hanzhou said, pointing.
Looking up, Su Yunjing saw the sign for an 8 Days Inn.
Henglin only had a single three-star hotel, and it was far from here, so Fu Hanzhou had chosen a closer, ordinary one.
With nowhere else to go, Su Yunjing followed him inside.
Fu Hanzhou had booked a room with a king-sized bed. In the corner stood a silver-gray 20-inch suitcase.
That must’ve been the luggage he’d mentioned.
Circling around it, Su Yunjing asked, “When did you bring this over?”
Yesterday, when Fu Hanzhou flew in from Beijing, Su Yunjing hadn’t seen him with any suitcase.
“I had it shipped over,” he replied. He hadn’t planned on returning, so he’d sent his luggage in advance.
Even during his earlier stay in Henglin, he’d been living here. The days he’d gone back to Beijing, he hadn’t even checked out.
From the moment he left Henglin and decided to transfer, Fu Hanzhou had already planned out every step—right down to apologizing to Wen Yanlai, coming clean to Guo Xiuhui, and admitting to ruining the wedding.
Sitting down on the bed, Su Yunjing asked, “So you’re planning to stay in the hotel these two days? Did you tell your dad?”
“I did.”
Standing by the bed, Fu Hanzhou lowered his gaze to meet Su Yunjing’s. “Can you come over tomorrow night?”
“To stay here, and keep you company?” Su Yunjing raised an eyebrow.
“Mmm.” Fu Hanzhou’s eyes were clear and pure.
Su Yunjing: …Can you stop using this trick all the time?
Who could possibly resist that?
“I think I can… I just need to let my grandma know.” At seventeen, spending a night at a friend’s place was, in theory, no big deal.
Fu Hanzhou sat down next to Su Yunjing in a good mood and lay back.Resting his head on his hands, he looked at Su Yunjing’s smooth, fair neck.
The hotel room was warm, and the lighting was also warm, casting patches of orange light, making it look cozy.
Fu Hanzhou felt warm inside, too.
“It’s my aunt’s birthday today. When’s yours?” Su Yunjing asked casually.
To avoid arousing suspicion, he added, “Mine’s already passed.”
For their age, asking about birthdays was perfectly normal.
Boys always liked to act smug—if they were even a day older than you, they’d make you call them “brother” as if they’d won some grand prize.
But Su Yunjing was feeling guilty, because he already knew Fu Hanzhou’s birthday, he was just playing dumb.
He was already feeling guilty, and when Fu Hanzhou asked back,“Don’t you know?”
A jolt ran down Su Yunjing’s spine, and he cursed silently several times in his head.
Fu Hanzhou lay in bed, his dark eyes dyed the color of molasses by the light, so rich that they seemed to melt.
When Su Yunjing turned his head, his gaze crashed into those deep phoenix eyes, he felt a moment of panic, as if he’d been stung.
His mind went blank for what felt like ages before he found his voice again. “Why would I be expected to know your birthday?” he asked with a forced smile.
“I thought you remembered,” Fu Hanzhou replied, eyes dimly lit.
Su Yunjing’s heart hung in midair, unsettled by the words.
Fu Hanzhou looked away, speaking lightly. “Last time you booked a plane ticket for me, you used my ID card. I thought you’d seen my birthday—ninth day of the ninth lunar month.”
Su Yunjing nearly jumped out of his skin. For a second, he thought his secret had been blown.
Back then, when booking the ticket, he had noticed that Fu Hanzhou’s birthday month was different, and it had caught his attention.
Their generation’s ID cards had originally listed birthdays according to the lunar calendar. Later, the country standardized it to the solar calendar, disallowing lunar dates.
Forcing a dry laugh, Su Yunjing explained, “I forgot—I was focused on typing in your ID number, didn’t pay attention to the date.”
“Oh.”
“You celebrate by the lunar date too?”
“Mm.”
“So that means your birthday’s the day after tomorrow,” Su Yunjing said, pretending to be surprised.
Fu Hanzhou looked at him. “Will you get me a present?”
Su Yunjing: That’s straightforward, huh?
“Sure, what do you want?”
“I’ll think about it,” Fu Hanzhou murmured, closing his phoenix eyes . “I’ll tell you when I decide.”
Seeing the time, Su Yunjing stood up. “You think on it. I should head back before my family starts worrying.”
“I’ll walk you.”
“It’s just a few steps, what’s there to walk?”
“Will you come over tomorrow night, then?”
“I’ll come during the day,” Su Yunjing said, heading toward the door. “I can work on my homework here.”
Fu Hanzhou’s eyebrow curved softly, but something crossed his mind, and his smile faded. “Don’t do your homework at Jiang Chuanian’s place anymore.”
Su Yunjing: …Was that a claim of ownership?
When they were kids, Fu Hanzhou wouldn’t let him give candy to anyone else. Later, he wouldn’t let him buy candied hawthorn for other people.
And now, as they’d grown older, he wouldn’t let him do homework with others?
With this strong possessiveness, how was his future girlfriend going to survive?
Su Yunjing couldn’t even picture what Fu Hanzhou would be like in a relationship.
“How about the three of us do it together?” he tested the boundaries.
Fu Hanzhou’s lips pressed in silent protest before he grudgingly conceded, “Fine.”
He looked extremely, extremely reluctant.
Su Yunjing: “…”
The next morning after breakfast, Su Yunjing told Guo Xiuhui he was heading out, grabbed his backpack, and went straight to Fu Hanzhou’s place.
They sat side by side at the desk, each with a workbook in front of them; Su Yunjing’s had a high school workbook, Fu Hanzhou’s a junior High school workbook.
There was no helping it, little cool cub’s foundations were too shaky.
Apart from English, he hadn’t really paid attention in any subject.
His English, though, was excellent—good enough to converse naturally with native speakers, but that wasn’t thanks to school; Shen Nianyun had hired tutors for him.
It was likely because of something Su Yunjing had once said.
After Fu Hanzhou and Shen Nianyun left, they called each other every day. Back then, knowing that Fu Hanzhou hadn’t even started school before the age of seven, he’d arranged tutors to help him catch up.
On those calls, Su Yunjing had urged him to study hard, especially English. He’d joked that once they both got into the same university, he’d need Fu Hanzhou to coach him in pronunciation—since small-town English accents were notoriously off.
Apparently, the little cool cub had taken it to heart.
Well, it hadn’t been for nothing. At least now he could correct his pronunciation.
If they both worked hard now, they might still end up at the same good university, making good on that old joke.
At the time, Su Yunjing had only been teasing—he was eight years old then, and college was a lifetime away. But now, a blink later, they were about to face the college entrance exams together.
It was… kind of amazing.
Su Yunjing smiled and nudged Fu Hanzhou. “If you don’t get something, ask me. Don’t be shy.”
Fu Hanzhou was in the middle of proving congruent triangles. Su Yunjing’s nudge made his pen trail a long line off the “A.”
His beautiful phoenix eyes slightly lifted, and he touched Su Yunjing while he was writing. Seeing that Su Yunjing’s handwriting was also distorted, he continued to work on the problem with a serious face.
“Hey,” Su Yunjing said, with wide eyes. “It was an accident for me. You’re just retaliating!”
Fu Hanzhou’s mouth curved slightly, and a hint of smile appeared in his eyes—fine, glimmering fragments spilling out from inside.