“You think it’s like buying vegetables at the market, where you can just pick randomly?” He shot a dismissive glance.
“Anyway, you don’t like anyone, so marrying anyone would be the same?” After a pause, Shicheng recalled a tabloid’s recent insinuation about his orientation, “Or is your ‘orientation’ really different from most people?”
“Tell me, after being by my side for years, have I ever touched you?” Lu Jidong said impatiently.
“I guess I’m probably safe-looking.” He was joking, but some took it seriously.
“Watch your words!” As soon as he finished speaking, whoosh—he forcefully threw the file at Fang Shicheng.
Fang Shicheng’s eyes widened, trying to dodge, but… slap! Direct hit.
“Lu Jidong!?” Touching his painfully struck nose, Shicheng jumped in anger.
“Be careful next time.” Smoking and leaning back in his chair, he glanced at Fang Shicheng.
If not for their long friendship that went beyond the typical boss-subordinate relationship, Fang Shicheng would have been fired long ago.
“I’m not just saying random things! It’s your own behavior that’s suspicious. How can you blame me!?” Fang Shicheng protested loudly.
“You—”
“Just think about it. You’re from a wealthy family, good-looking, with high status. Girls wanting to get closer to you are countless, but you? You have absolutely no reaction!”
Lu Jidong frowned at him. In their years of friendship, he had never used such an excited attitude to discuss personal matters.
“In your twenties, you could say you were young and didn’t want to marry too early. But you’re thirty-three now, well past the ideal marriage age. If I didn’t know you, I’d also suspect your sexual orientation.”
Sitting back in his chair, smoking, Lu Jidong’s gaze wandered blankly towards the pale blue sky.
“It’s not like you haven’t met girls you liked, but every time someone hints at marriage, you turn your back. Risking an argument, Fang Shicheng asked directly: “What’s wrong with you!?”
Fang Shicheng hoped Jidong would give him an answer, but he didn’t. He just smoked cigarette after cigarette, exhaling white mist, completely forgetting Shicheng’s presence. He noticed Jidong had been increasingly strange lately.
