Evil Love Appears chapter 103

Fu Xiaoyu lowered his head, and the empty beer can crumpled with a crisp sound.

“Will the sad memories… truly be pushed to the back of the reel?”

It was as if he was speaking to the beer can.

In Fu Xiaoyu’s round eyes, there was a near-panicked emotion. “Can watching you fight like this… really make me happy again?”

The usually strong and goal-oriented omega looked like a lost cat in a dark alley when he showed that expression. He seemed genuinely puzzled about whether he could still experience happiness without actively participating.

Xu Jiale sat across from him, and his heart suddenly softened, as if it had been crushed.

Compared to his inherently pessimistic nature, Fu Xiaoyu genuinely longed for happiness and contentment. He was willing to make an effort for that longing.

He was the true believer in happiness.

Xu Jiale knew that he was despicable because he had, in the most cowardly way, made someone who believed in happiness feel lost.

“Xiaoyu.”

Xu Jiale hesitated for a long time and felt like he was fumbling with words. After a considerable pause, he finally said in a hoarse voice, “You’ve fought the battles you should have fought for yourself. All this time, I’m the one who hasn’t set foot on the battlefield. I’m the one who had happiness land on him but didn’t cherish it, right? So now… it’s your time to judge me.”

He had just found the word “judge” in a rush, but it felt like a moment of inspiration.

The word was so beautiful. A believer in happiness judged the traitor, and Fu Xiaoyu judged Xu Jiale. It carried a sense of sacred faith.

Fu Xiaoyu turned to look at Xu Jiale, and for a moment, he felt like they were both breathing in the same words:

I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.

These were the words he silently recited in his heart when he decided to pursue Xu Jiale, and he still remembered the feeling he had on the way back to B City from Shuncheng—

Excitement mixed with unease, anticipation filled with apprehension, the setting sun’s afterglow spilled over their faces, creating a magnificent yet romantic atmosphere.

Fu Xiaoyu watched as the crushed aluminum can in his palm went flat and took a deep breath, casually tossing the beer can aside—

He had pretty good aim, and the beer can landed directly in the nearby trash bin with a resounding “thud.”

It was as if his heart had settled and made a sound too.

The gloomy Xu Jiale should fight this beautiful battle for him as well.

He suddenly thought of this with self-righteous confidence.

…

“I’m full.”

After the sudden relaxation, Fu Xiaoyu stood up.

Perhaps due to sitting for a long time, his legs were slightly numb, and he couldn’t help but stamp them on the ground a few times.

Fu Xiaoyu’s black windbreaker hung open, revealing a pale thin sweater underneath. A gust of wind lifted the loose strands of his hair on his forehead.

He hadn’t given a clear answer, but Xu Jiale watched him closely. His eyes transformed from initial unease to excitement and nervousness, which he couldn’t hide.

Apparently, even without clear words, Xu Jiale could sense the change in the omega at this moment—

Fu Xiaoyu was no longer preoccupied with the troubles of being pursued.

“I’ll take you back.” Xu Jiale was afraid he might have misinterpreted the situation, so he hastily stood up.

“But you’ve been drinking, too,” Fu Xiaoyu said.

“We’ll leave the car here for now.” Xu Jiale decided without thinking, “We can walk back, and if we get tired halfway, we can take a cab.”

Fu Xiaoyu glanced at the Tesla nearby but didn’t say anything more. He opened his windbreaker and walked forward.

The night breeze blew directly, refreshing.

Xu Jiale might have fallen into an unusual silence because he was too excited or had too much to say internally.

The fragrance of Fu Xiaoyu’s cold and aloof perfume, which masked his pheromone scent, had faded due to being worn all day, and the scent of the bigleaf magnolia intermittently wafted into Xu Jiale’s nose—

As they walked, Xu Jiale couldn’t help but sniff a few times and quietly ask, “Fu Xiaoyu, is your heat… approaching?”

He asked the question nervously, knowing full well that it was a leading question.

Fu Xiaoyu just shot him a sidelong glance without responding.

Xu Jiale had just taken a couple of steps when he stopped and, with a hoarse voice, said, “This time…”

“I’ll get the injection,” Fu Xiaoyu interrupted him, hands in the pockets of his windbreaker. He continued to walk without looking back and said, “Then I’ll work from home.”

All right, it made perfect sense, maybe too much sense.

Xu Jiale clenched his teeth.

The two of them continued walking side by side. The tranquil and gentle autumn night was peaceful. Their steps on the fallen leaves created a soft, rustling sound.

After walking for a while, Fu Xiaoyu suddenly stopped, turned, and looked at Xu Jiale. He said, “Xu Jiale, your nose is still swollen.”

“Of course, you made me bleed, and it’s only the second day. It’s definitely still swollen.”

Xu Jiale subconsciously touched his nose bridge and locked eyes with Fu Xiaoyu as he turned.

Fu Xiaoyu’s round eyes were looking at him, and because of their intense focus, it might seem like concern at first glance. But with a closer look, something didn’t seem right—

In those beautiful cat-like eyes, there was a hint of a smile, beneath the smile, a trace of smugness.

Damn it. Fu Xiaoyu was feeling smug.

Xu Jiale wasn’t sure if the Omega standing next to him, who was approaching heat, was emitting such a sweet scent due to the wind blowing it their way. Either way, he felt a tingling sensation.

It was as if numerous streams of electricity were coursing through him, converging in his brain for a one-second electric dance party.

He was getting high.

While he was happily high, Fu Xiaoyu walked ahead again. It took Xu Jiale a couple of seconds to realize and hurry to catch up, asking, “Fu Xiaoyu, did you learn this boxing from Princess Han?”

He had thought about this since yesterday when he got punched. The pain and the feeling of a nosebleed were all too familiar. It finally dawned on him that the last time he had a nosebleed was when Han Jiangque had punched him.

“Yeah,” Fu Xiaoyu replied calmly. “When I was in college, he was into boxing, and I learned a bit with him.”

At this point, he turned and looked at Xu Jiale. “After our breakup, Han Jiangque punched you too, right?”

“…Yes,” Xu Jiale was at a loss for words and subconsciously touched his nose bridge. Then he realized he should clarify, “But I’m not incapable of beating him. At that time, he hadn’t even fully recovered yet. He was so weak, and I could’ve easily knocked him over with a slap.”

He could be punched, but he was not unable to fight back against Han Jiangque. This was something he had to clarify in front of Fu Xiaoyu.

Thinking about Han Jiangque, he suddenly turned green and said, “And damn it, Han Jiangque even…”

He almost swore, but he stopped himself and swallowed his words. His status wasn’t right, so he paused and then said softly, “Never mind.”

He didn’t finish his sentence.

Fu Xiaoyu turned his head and looked at him with an almost-smiling expression. “What else?”

“Nothing,” Xu Jiale reluctantly swallowed his words.

When he returned to his apartment, Xu Jiale couldn’t help but feel reluctant to leave. He asked once again, “Xiaoyu… will you really stay home in a few days?”

Fu Xiaoyu looked at Xu Jiale and nodded. “After the heat is over, I have to go to Thailand. It’s a good time to handle some work while I have a few days.”

“You just recovered from dengue fever, and you want to work during your heat…” Xu Jiale was about to nag but realized it was inappropriate, so he paused and said softly, “You should rest more.”

Fu Xiaoyu shrugged indifferently, then turned to leave. However, before he went, Xu Jiale couldn’t help but call him back, “Xiaoyu… good night.”

Fu Xiaoyu stopped, half-turned, and whispered, “Xu Jiale, good night.”

…

Xu Jiale felt that Fu Xiaoyu had changed.

But he couldn’t say whether it was easier or harder to pursue him now.

He still hadn’t been allowed to add Fu Xiaoyu on WeChat, but on DingTalk, things were different. Fu Xiaoyu had begun responding occasionally, not in a back-and-forth way but more carefree and whimsical, choosing when to reply.

Xu Jiale was baffled by the unpredictable nature of their interactions.

In the beginning, he reported his travel plans, and Fu Xiaoyu was unresponsive. Sometimes he sent a simple “good morning,” and Fu Xiaoyu would give it a like. Sometimes he sent a long message with details about dengue fever care and dietary considerations, playing the role of a caring father figure. Yet, Fu Xiaoyu would just read it without replying.

Xia’an was invincible, and her pictures received the highest response rate. In an unprecedented turn, Xu Jiale and Fu Xiaoyu exchanged pictures of cats, and Fu Xiaoyu sent a picture of Da Pang in response to Xu Jiale’s. Xu Jiale was exhilarated by the exchange.

In most cases, Xu Jiale would keep messaging, whether he received a reply or not. But then came the night that Fu Xiaoyu went into heat. Xu Jiale bombarded him with questions, and Fu Xiaoyu hadn’t read a single one of his messages. That’s when Xu Jiale couldn’t take it anymore and decided to call.

Fu Xiaoyu didn’t answer the call.

However, this time, he responded with a message.

Fu Xiaoyu: Just taken the suppressant.

A few seconds later, another message arrived.

Fu Xiaoyu: Feeling a bit uncomfortable.

A bit uncomfortable.

Xu Jiale jumped up from the couch when he hadn’t even fully regained his senses. He re-read those two short messages and felt like he had been punched in the heart, twisting it into a knot.

The Fu Xiaoyu who would send such responses had far more impact than the Fu Xiaoyu who didn’t reply at all.

At that moment, if you could broadcast Xu Jiale’s thoughts, it would mostly be a continuous series of bleeps and censorship of dirty words. Even the conclusion would be full of censored curses: Xu Jiale, you damn fool—

Alongside the dirty words, there was a strong undercurrent of affection.

Xu Jiale, if it weren’t for your stupidity, you could’ve been there to comfort him.

You could’ve kissed him, caressed his glands, and made him comfortable and happy through this and many more heats in the future.

Just as Xu Jiale was about to swear, Fu Xiaoyu sent another message.

Fu Xiaoyu: I want to eat something.

At that moment, Xu Jiale felt a wave of relief because Fu Xiaoyu wanted to eat.

He wanted to thank the heavens because Fu Xiaoyu wanted to eat.