Has the Fallen Young Master Changed His Heart Today? - Chapter 1.2

Qin Yu finished grilling the last corn cob on the order, set it aside, and said, “Didn’t you have a fever? Feeling better now?”

Gu Qingzhi found out he had a fever last night, thirty-nine degrees.

He didn’t like hospitals, so he took medicine and slept.

Though he felt better now, he still had a slight headache.

“I’m fine, it’s nothing.”

“You really need to get that fixed. Always showering with cold water isn’t okay.”

He nodded but had no intention of doing so.

“Mm.”

“Boss, check please.”

Gu Qingzhi was called away.

The place never slowed down, with many still queuing outside.

Meanwhile, the singing in the private room didn’t stop either.

“Where are my skewers?” Shang Ziyu frowned, checking his phone and ordering.

“Why isn’t it here yet?”

“Chill, it’ll come soon.”

Ten minutes later, Jiang Yanming had only about ten minutes left before he planned to leave.

He couldn’t sit still anymore, leaning back on the sofa.

In the dim light, his outline was clear, black hair faintly glowing, eyes narrow and downcast, nose high, utterly quiet.

In such a lively environment, he seemed especially alone.

No one could make him look up, until the person who pushed open the door.

A few minutes earlier, a delivery guy rushing to deliver food tripped on the steps outside the barbecue shop.

He sprained his ankle and could only sit to rest, but the order was about to be late.

Gu Qingzhi walked over, saw the destination wasn’t far, and picked up the packed skewers.

“I’ll deliver it.”

He rode a motorcycle and arrived quickly.

After asking at the front desk, he went to the third floor, found the room, and pushed open the door.

The singing didn’t stop, and everyone turned to look at the entrance.

Gu Qingzhi walked to the table covered with drinks, head lowered.

He didn’t look at anyone, only speaking after setting down the food.

“Your takeout.”

“This…”

Shang Ziyu froze the moment he looked up and saw the delivery person.

His memory wasn’t great, but he’d seen this face many times on a wall at his school, and with some rumors, he recognized him instantly.

Jiang Yanming hadn’t looked up at first, but the voice was too familiar.

So familiar that his brain reacted immediately, and when he looked up, he saw his side profile.

Gu Qingzhi sensed something off, looking at the people in the room only after setting down the food.

His eyes swept to the side, then froze for a second.

That second was enough for him to recall a lot.

But his turn of the head showed no hesitation, and no one else in the room noticed anything unusual.

“Finally here.”

Those waiting for the skewers eagerly tore open the bags, completely missing Shang Ziyu’s wide-eyed stare and Jiang Yanming’s fixed gaze on the man before him.

Gu Qingzhi didn’t linger, turning to leave.

Decisively, just like before.

The sound of the door closing echoed loudly in his ears.

As Shang Ziyu looked at Jiang Yanming in disbelief, the person in the corner stood up.

The moment the light hit him, his eyes were unfamiliar, colder than his usual indifference, making people shiver.

“Hey, what are you looking at?”

Someone nudged Shang Ziyu.

He tilted like a puppet, mouth seemingly sealed, only able to stare at Jiang Yanming with that expression.

The standing man seemed frozen.

“What are you doing? Why’d you stand up suddenly?”

He suddenly stepped forward, walking without even grabbing his jacket.

“Hey, hey, where are you going?”

No response.

Jiang Yanming opened the door again after Gu Qingzhi closed it.

The people in the room were confused, except for Shang Ziyu, who went to the same university as Jiang Yanming and knew what was happening.

Though he didn’t know all the details, what he’d heard was enough to shock him for a long time.

Gu Qingzhi, walking out of the KTV’s entrance, seemed unchanged from when he entered, but his tightly clenched hand betrayed something.

His head ached more.

His steps paused at the entrance for a brief second before he walked toward his motorcycle.

He grabbed his helmet, about to put it on, when a brisk set of footsteps approached, growing clearer.

At the same time, a whiff of alcohol came with it.

A girl’s voice, not entirely smooth but urgent, said, “Little hottie, add, add my WeChat.”

Gu Qingzhi looked down and saw a QR code.

He lowered the hand holding the helmet.

“Not adding.”

The girl laughed, rummaged through her designer bag, pulled out two hundred in cash from her wallet, and tossed it in front of him.

“Here’s money, add my WeChat.”

Gu Qingzhi wore the barbecue shop’s uniform, a bit dirty, with a gray hoodie underneath. He’d left in a rush, not thinking to change.

Looking at the two red bills, he took out his phone after two seconds.

The girl smiled, saw the friend request, and slapped the money in front of him.

He took it, and with a sidelong glance, saw the person already standing at the entrance.

After the girl left, Gu Qingzhi folded the two hundred and stuffed it into his pocket.

He put on his helmet, and as he lifted his leg to get on the motorcycle, a large hand suddenly entered his view, gripping the handlebar.

Gu Qingzhi recognized that hand just by looking. He stayed calm, looking up without any surprise, but didn’t speak right away.

Jiang Yanming gripped the handlebar, not knowing how much force he used.

He didn’t speak, and neither did he.

In that locked gaze, both were stubborn.

“Something up?”

Under the streetlight, Jiang Yanming saw Gu Qingzhi clearly.

He was thinner than before, his complexion worse, and the necklace he used to always wear was gone.

When Gu Qingzhi got no response, he looked away, grabbed the other handlebar, and prepared to leave.

Then, another phone was held out.

Another WeChat QR code.