Has the Fallen Young Master Changed His Heart Today? - Chapter 5.2

Qin Yu stood, grabbing Gu Qingzhi’s arm excitedly.

“Man, your charm’s unreal.”

“What’s that mean?”

He didn’t speak, pointing to a booth.

Then, Jiang Yanming, still in all black, walked out, holding a green rag.

“I was just thinking, should we pay him? He’s working here, feels wrong not to, though we didn’t ask him to come.”

Gu Qingzhi barely heard what Qin Yu said.

His eyes stayed on Jiang Yanming, a mix of surprise, helplessness, and a strong urge to avoid.

But he straightened up, stepping forward confidently.

“You…”

“Are you cold?”

Jiang Yanming’s gaze was on Gu Qingzhi, cutting off his words.

Wearing so little and riding a motorcycle, he must be cold.

Gu Qingzhi forgot what he was going to say, standing there like a puppet.

Jiang Yanming took off his coat, stepped forward, and hung the much thicker coat on a chair within Gu Qingzhi’s reach.

“Put it on if you’re cold.”

Though Jiang Yanming knew Gu Qingzhi wouldn’t wear his coat now, he hung it there, so he’d see it if he felt cold.

Jiang Yanming knew what Gu Qingzhi wanted to say, so he didn’t linger, glancing up briefly before turning to head outside.

Qin Yu leaned over again.

“Bro, what’s his deal? Really into you?”

He scanned Gu Qingzhi up and down, eyes lingering on his face, nodding to himself. “Not surprising, your looks are probably what gay guys like.”

Gu Qingzhi flared up, closing his eyes, then hearing Qin Yu add, “But you’re not into guys, right? I don’t think you’d take that hit.”

“I’ll take your grandma.”

Gu Qingzhi shot a glare, gritting his teeth.

After, he shook off Qin Yu’s arm and busied himself at the counter.

During business, Jiang Yanming avoided Gu Qingzhi.

He knew meeting his eyes would prompt words to leave, so he could only watch him secretly.

“Boss, this coat is…”

Four customers arrived, and one seat had Jiang Yanming’s coat.

Gu Qingzhi quickly walked over, picking up the somewhat heavy coat.

“Sorry.”

The coat carried Jiang Yanming’s distinct scent.

Fresh, not the sharp kind.

He remembered asking Jiang Yanming what detergent he used, liking the smell.

Gu Qingzhi placed the coat on the chair he often sat at by the counter.

But after setting it down and starting to walk away, he turned back, picking it up again.

It felt expensive, better not wrinkle it.

So, he hung it on the chair’s back.

For hours, they didn’t exchange a word, each busy with their tasks.

But often, Jiang Yanming knew what Gu Qingzhi was doing.

Suddenly, Gu Qingzhi, standing by the grill, sneezed.

Though quiet and quickly covered, Jiang Yanming, waiting nearby for food, heard it.

Gu Qingzhi didn’t care, but Jiang Yanming walked over.

“What season do you think it is?”

Gu Qingzhi looked up, not reacting right away.

Jiang Yanming, head lowered, spoke flatly.

“Wearing a short-sleeve and denim jacket, you think you’re immune to colds now?”

Gu Qingzhi understood every word.

Before, colds were routine for him, for many reasons—he didn’t like heavy clothes, enjoyed wandering outside, playing ball, plus his own health quirks.

No matter the season, he caught colds easily.

Jiang Yanming worried a lot.

When together, with Gu Qingzhi leaning on his shoulder, a fever patch on his forehead.

“You don’t care, but what about me? I’m with you every day. If you catch a cold, I’m screwed too. I don’t recover as easily, always getting fevers and headaches, taking forever to get better.”

He sounded pitiful, making even stubborn Gu Qingzhi listen.

Now, Gu Qingzhi’s mood was complex.

Looking at that face, he didn’t know what to say, even glancing guiltily at his clothes.

“What’s it to you?”

He looked up, blurting it out quickly, then walked off.

So weird.

Gu Qingzhi muttered to himself.

He was stubborn—force didn’t work. Even if he were freezing, he wouldn’t touch that coat.

At nearly the same time, the last customers left.

“So tired.”

Every day after the final table left, Qin Yu let out this howl.

At the table, Gu Qingzhi leaned against it.

His hair was a bit long; without glasses, the black strands would poke his eyes.

“Add WeChat?”

Gu Qingzhi looked up.

“Aren’t you tired of this? I said no, no way, not today, not tomorrow.”

Jiang Yanming pocketed his phone, voice softer.

“No one’s like you.”

“What?”

“I’m helping out here, and you, the boss, won’t even give me a bit of pay?”