Surprise! My online crush turned out to be... - Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Qiao Jianxue then pinched her nose in disgust, took two steps back, and said with an expression of disbelief, “What the hell… are you doing?”

At this point, the chattering in the crowd died down. They all looked at the two people approaching the door with curious eyes.

Although the man at the door looked covered in dust, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was no cheap slouch.

Furthermore, even when he stood there, even though his clothing was inappropriate, he showed no sign of stage fright. He stood straight and calmly accepted everyone’s scrutiny.

The faint chatter of the onlookers could be heard again.

“Who is this? How come I haven’t seen him before? An upstart?”

“I don’t know, but this is the Shu family’s place, so they must have invited you?”

“Are you dressing like this to cause trouble?”

“Do you think the girl from the Qiao family knows him? Could it be?”

Shu Yang, standing at the back of the crowd, listened to these words, his face darkening. His steps, originally heading straight for Francis, paused slightly.

He wanted to hear what more outrageous things they could say.

But as soon as he slowed down, Francis locked onto him.

Then everyone saw the girl in the white dress tentatively take a step toward the man and offer him a tissue.

“Wipe your face first, then I’ll take you to change…”

“Who are you?” Francis paused at Shu Yang and gave Qiao Jianxue a look.

Before arriving, Shu Yang had said this was a party his father was hosting, and presumably everyone present was a guest. Francis didn’t want to burden Shu Yang with such a trivial matter. Besides, this wasn’t the capital planet, so he wouldn’t fail to show due courtesy.

Having been dragged along to countless banquets by Mrs. Tulsi, Francis felt he was being polite by stopping to ask about this sudden greeting.

In the past, he would have simply walked away indifferently.

But this single question made the girl across from him blush crimson. She quickly thrust a tissue into his mouth. “Listen, my name is Qiao Jianxue. If no one had stopped me, I’d have known you long ago.”

Francis nodded, indicating he understood. He continued walking forward with the tissue in hand. He had already spotted Shu Yang.

“Hello?!” Qiao Jianxue felt that this man truly shared Shu Yang’s trait: he could piss people off. But this was when she felt she was posing a challenge.

Francis didn’t stop this time; he never wasted his time with irrelevant people.

Qiao Jianxue wanted to catch up again. After all, he was the man she had her eye on, and now he was dressed in rags, she felt embarrassed! But a hand reached out from the back of the crowd and grabbed her.

She turned around and saw it was Tao Zi. “Why are you here?”

Tao Zi didn’t need to be here today; after all, his circle was different from these business circles. But if he wanted to come, he could still get in by pretending to be Shu Yang’s friend.

“Let me go! I have to watch him. What are you doing?!” Qiao Jianxue twisted her arm, but Tao Zi’s grip didn’t budge. With a slight push, he pulled her out.

Qiao Jianxue looked back at the man who had already walked away, stamped her foot in anger, and followed Tao Zi away.

No one noticed the strange behavior of the two cousins ​​anymore; everyone’s attention was focused on the strange man who had suddenly appeared.

The ladies and girls present all stared in amazement.

Just now, the man had stood at the doorway. The dim lighting and the distance limited their observation. Now, closer, they could see clearly that he was not only of extraordinary bearing, but also of exceptional stature and appearance.

He had casually tossed the tissue Qiao Jianxue had handed him into the small pile of garbage the waiter had just disposed of. The tissue remained pristine white from beginning to end.

“So cool,”

Shu Yang heard a girl next to him say.

He pursed his lips, an unconcealed smile escaping his eyes. He stood there, watching the man step towards him.

The hall was brightly lit. The man emerged from the shadows, a dusty speck of dust on his face, but this in no way diminished the overwhelming aura he exuded in this setting.

Shu Yang didn’t come back to his senses until everyone was standing still before him. After a long pause, he looked up at Francis and asked, “Why are you here?”

Francis’s facial features were slightly deeper than those of an Asian, with perfectly deep eye sockets and a perfectly high nose bridge. His tightly pursed lips and sharp chin gave him an air of seriousness and aggression.

He nodded slightly, his gaze meeting Shu Yang’s, and gently raised his phone. “Call me.”

Shu Yang was stunned. “When should I call you…”

He reached into his suit pocket. In such a situation, once the conversation started, few people would touch their phones, and they would try to keep them turned off.

After all, having your phone ring while the host was giving a speech wasn’t something to brag about.

Shu Yang had done just that. After all, it was his father who was speaking on the stage; he couldn’t afford to be so disrespectful. So, ever since the banquet officially began and he and Fatty Shen separated, he hadn’t touched his phone.

But when he took it out, Shu Yang glanced at the screen and saw that he had actually dialed the number, a five-minute call.

Shu Yang calculated in his mind that he must have accidentally dialed the number when he and Fatty Shen separated, and then casually put it in his pocket.

He probably didn’t hear his conversation with Qiao Jianxue.

But no one in their right mind would rush over just for such a strange call… right?

Francis seemed to understand the meaning in Shu Yang’s eyes and continued, “You said you’d call me if you had anything.”

Shu Yang finally understood.

Francis had actually taken what he and Francis had said before they left home. After he called, Francis couldn’t hear him, perhaps thinking he was in some danger or difficulty.

Thinking of this, Shu Yang felt both guilty and secretly delighted.

He scratched his head. “I must have accidentally bumped into him…”

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

Shu Yang felt even more embarrassed. He tugged at Francis’s sleeve. “You just came straight here? What’s wrong with you?”

Francis was wearing the new clothes they’d bought yesterday. He’d only just been gone for a moment, and he looked like he’d just come back from construction.

After Shu Yang finished asking, he realized the entire banquet had been interrupted. His father was standing on the stage, watching him. He gestured to his father and then pulled Francis toward the lounge.

But Shu Zhiyi’s complicated look just now… Shu Yang couldn’t help but rub his forehead. He was sure he’d have to come over soon.

Just as Shu Yang arrived at the lounge, before he could say a word to Francis, the door rang again.

Shu Yang opened the door and saw Shu Zhiyi’s assistant standing outside, clutching several bags. She smiled at him. “Here are the clothes Mr. Shu sent over. We have all sizes. Your friend can change them.”

“Thank you.” Shu Yang grabbed the bags and slammed the door shut in front of the assistant. Otherwise, he was certain the assistant would find a way to get into the room.

This assistant had been with Shu Zhiyi for so many years that he could almost guess what he was thinking without him even saying a word. It was truly terrifying that Shu Zhiyi had the audacity to employ this person.

Shu Yang tossed all the bags onto the sofa. “Big Pigeon, go wash up and change. There’s a bathroom over here.”

This was a hotel; the last thing they needed was a restroom and a private bathroom.

Shu Yang sighed. Shu Zhiyi’s sending the assistant to deliver the clothes was a reminder that he couldn’t stay in the lounge for too long. He couldn’t escape this situation. But he also had to question the person before him.

“Why are you covered in so much dirt?” Shu Yang watched Francis carefully place his half-sleeved shirt onto the bag containing his clothes. He squatted shirtless on the ground, his smooth, muscular back exposed to him.

Shu Yang swallowed unconsciously and subconsciously tried to look away. Francis also stood up.

As the thought crossed his mind, he thought, we’re all men, so what’s wrong? So, his gaze naturally shifted to Francis’s defined abdominal muscles.

In today’s society, everyone is visually conscious, both men and women pursuing a certain kind of beauty. Shu Yang felt that Francis’s figure, even the perfect one—thin when dressed and muscular when undressed—was something he longed to have.

Francis compared his new clothes and said, “I found a job today. It’s not bad.”

Shu Yang looked at the man’s waist and saw for the first time what was called a “dog waist.” His mermaid lines disappeared below his belt. “What? What kind of job?”

“Moving things.” Francis found clothes that fit his size and walked towards the bathroom. “It’s in a very large area. That’s where I got covered in dirt.”

Shu Yang thought for a moment, and only after the bathroom door closed in front of him did he finally understand what “moving things” and “area” meant.

“Moving bricks? A construction site?” Shu Yang stared at the bathroom door, lost in thought. It seemed like a good job indeed. Looking at Francis’s physique, he knew he could be a leader in this field.

However, Shu Yang still felt he needed to explain to the Marshal of the Empire Star that there were actually many labor-saving and comfortable jobs on Earth.

“In the Empire, we don’t need manpower for these things. But I saw two people there with B-grade physiques.” The sound of water drowned out Francis’s voice.

Shu Yang immediately understood Francis’s words. For many days, Francis had been paying close attention to the physical fitness of Earthlings. During their time together, he had seen B-grade physiques, which was considered excellent. This was probably why Francis chose to work on the construction site.

Perhaps in his eyes, people from other places were simply too weak.

Shu Yang sat on the sofa, staring at the door, hesitant for a long time, then asked loudly, “Last time, you said I was B-grade?”

After he finished speaking, there was no response from the bathroom. Instead, the doorknob turned. Francis, his hair still wet, was wrapped in a bath towel.

“You’re a C-class.”

Shu Yang looked at the fresh image of the muscular man emerging from the bath, his expression unchanged. He even felt a chuckle coming on. “Haha, I’m a C? I remember you said you were a 3S?”

“Yeah,” Francis replied, then raised the hair dryer in his hand. “How do I use this?”

Big Pigeon, are you serious?

Shu Yang walked to the bathroom door and slammed it shut. He didn’t want to see this man’s ugly face again.

There was a hair dryer in their house, too. How come he’d never seen him not know how to use one? Now, just because he saw his envy of his figure, he was flaunting it so brazenly.

After a short wait, the sound of the hair dryer could be heard in the bathroom.

Ha, man. Last time he wanted to see him, he ignored him. This time, even begging him to see him was too much for him.

Shu Yang walked over to the sofa and saw that even if Francis didn’t fit his size, he had taken out the clothes and put them back neatly.

Only in the separate bag was a gray half-sleeved shirt folded in.

This detail immediately made Shu Yang feel much more at ease. He was indeed the man I admired, attentive, virtuous, and a good housekeeper.

The bathroom door quickly opened again. “I really don’t know how to do this.”

Shu Yang turned around.

The man, dressed in a formal suit, his hair slightly disheveled, leaned against the bathroom doorframe. His shirt collar was unbuttoned, and his tie hung askew, revealing a patch of tanned skin and collarbone.

He lowered his head, twisting his tie in his hand, his brows knitted slightly, his eyes slightly downcast as he followed his slender fingers with a hint of anguish.

Oh my!

Shu Yang instinctively covered his nose.

He had never seen such a large pigeon before!

This man, at first sight, had the air of a serious, old cadre. Later, he became ascetic, gradually flirting without realizing it, then aggressive in strength, and now, still a suave, scoundrel. Most importantly, he’s an alien.

Shu Yang felt that Earthlings’ imaginations of aliens were truly limited. They always imagined them as big-eyed, strange skulls, but never considered that all aliens were this beautiful, anime-esque.

“Let me help you.” Even though his inner thoughts could have been a film, Shu Yang only showed a slight pause. Then, naturally, he stepped forward and placed his hand on his tie.

Then he paused. “You don’t have to wear one.”

It was hot, and although the air conditioning at the banquet was on full blast, it was summer after all, so many people present didn’t wear ties. A full suit in this season would look dull and stuffy, so most people would pair it with other things to look fresh and lively.

In fact, Shu Yang thought Francis looked perfect just like this.

“Yeah, okay.”

The two were so close that Shu Yang could smell Francis’s familiar fragrance. He twitched his nose twice. “This hotel’s shower gel smells quite nice.”

Francis’s eyes darkened. He spun around and pressed Shu Yang against the wall, his lips almost touching his forehead.

“What…” Shu Yang’s heart nearly burst out of his chest!