President Fu Is Great at Pretending, and the Frail Young Master Has No Way to Deal With Him

After meeting with the doctor, Fu Yanhe headed to the area near Beijing University. Because he intended to live with Gu Wenning and wanted to ensure his convenience in getting to school without much walking, Fu Yanhe had been searching for a comfortable and spacious house nearby. He planned to purchase a suitable home where they could settle together.

The house was not difficult to find, and the price was not an issue, but the decoration still needed some time. It had been renovated recently and was now vacant to allow the air to purify. Since Fu Yanhe had planned to pick up Gu Wenning after class, he decided to stop by and take a look at the house.

He had purchased a three-story villa with a courtyard. The area wasn’t exceptionally large, but it wasn’t small either. It had a kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, guest room, study, piano room, and all other necessary spaces. The bedroom was the largest, followed by the study. Three walls of the study were lined with bookshelves filled with books related to Gu Wenning’s major, including some rare and hard-to-find ancient volumes, reflecting the thought and care that had gone into the selection.

After inspecting the house, Fu Yanhe nodded in satisfaction, already thinking about how to persuade his wife to move in with him. Living in such a spacious house alone would be wasteful; he could only feel comfortable if they lived together.

He recalled hearing from Grandpa Gu that his wife liked kittens and puppies. When his parents returned to China, he could bring their Golden Retriever, Ah Huang, to stay with them. Gu Wenning would probably like Ah Huang.

The courtyard, he thought, could also be decorated with flowers. Gardenias or sunflowers, or perhaps a mix of different varieties, would make it livelier.

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At Beijing University

When Gu Wenning entered the office, he noticed another tall man besides Professor Chi, who was gently giving eye drops to the professor.

The man was Professor Chi’s lover, someone Gu Wenning recognized. He greeted them politely and handed over the compiled materials.

Professor Chi initially intended to review the documents, but the man swiftly took them from his hands.

“He Lian,” Professor Chi said in a mildly annoyed tone.

“Can’t it wait? The paper won’t run away, but your eyes need rest. I won’t let you work until they stop hurting,” He Lian replied firmly.

“Fine,” Professor Chi reluctantly agreed, then instructed He Lian to retrieve a book for Gu Wenning.

“Take this back and review it at your own pace. It might be helpful to you,” Professor Chi added warmly.

After thanking the professor, Gu Wenning left the office, overhearing the sweet and sticky exchange between the couple behind him. Turning back briefly, he thought to himself that this was what concrete happiness looked like.

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At six o’clock in the evening, Fu Yanhe arrived at Beijing University right on time, waiting at the school gate to pick up Gu Wenning.

The rose-gold Maybach stood out effortlessly, its vibrant and eye-catching colour making it impossible to miss.

“Hey, honey, were you tired from class? Your mouth must be dry. Here, have some water,” he said with a warm smile.

Fu Yanhe took out a small golden thermos cup, unscrewed it, and gently held it to Gu Wenning’s lips, signalling him to take a quick sip to moisten his mouth.

Gu Wenning, feeling genuinely thirsty, lowered his head and drank a few sips. The warm water slid down his throat, soothing his oesophagus and calming his stomach, which had been on the verge of rebellion, ready to scream in pain.

His plump lips glistened with water, appearing delicate and alluring, as though inviting someone to take a bite. Fu Yanhe, suddenly feeling a dryness in his throat, took a sip himself, attempting to suppress the heat rising within him.

This was not the first time Fu Yanhe had drunk from the same cup as Gu Wenning. Not only did he not feel repulsed, but he found himself enjoying it. To him, sharing the same drink was akin to an indirect kiss. How could he possibly dislike sharing such intimacy with his wife?

“Honey, you don’t look well. Are you feeling unwell?” Fu Yanhe asked, his tone filled with worry.

Though Gu Wenning’s complexion had always been pale, Fu Yanhe, being an attentive observer—or perhaps just deeply infatuated—could tell that his face looked worse than usual today, and his energy seemed even more depleted.

Gu Wenning simply shook his head, offering no further explanation.

Still uneasy, Fu Yanhe checked the weather forecast on his phone. Upon discovering the likelihood of rain that night, his demeanour shifted as though he were bracing for battle. He immediately instructed the driver to turn the car around, abandoning their plan to visit the Japanese restaurant.

“What’s wrong?” Gu Wenning asked, sensing the sudden change.

“It’s going to rain,” Fu Yanhe replied, his tone grave and his expression serious.

Gu Wenning instantly understood the implication. His heart felt as though a feather had gently brushed against it, then submerged in warm water, leaving an itch, a numbness, and a softness he wasn’t accustomed to.

He couldn’t deny the unfamiliar sensation—a mix of being cared for and cherished. Gu Wenning had never experienced such consistent, selfless concern before. Though he tried to seem indifferent, deep down, the warmth reached him.

Now, having someone like Fu Yanhe by his side—a man who was overly talkative but genuinely kind—made it difficult for him to maintain his cold-hearted facade. He couldn’t remain unmoved by this level of care and devotion.