The Ceo Of The Company Next Door Seems To Have A Crush On Me Chapter 23

Idiot

There are very few people in this world who can resist the urge to pry into other people’s privacy, you know?

That’s just human nature, and besides, you’re just concerned about him, right?

And the fact that he can casually leave it here means he doesn’t care if others know about it, right?

And if you just take a quick look, no one will find out, right?

“Clang!” Yan Xucheng pulled the drawer too hard, causing it to emit a loud wail.

As the saying goes, blessings never come in pairs, and misfortunes never come singly. Lu Zhijian, hearing the commotion in the living room, poked his head out: “What’s wrong?”

He then saw Yan Xucheng curled up into a ball, looking at him with a guilty expression.

Yan Xucheng was uncharacteristically bashful. Although he hadn’t done anything, he felt inexplicably lacking in confidence. He walked closer and leaned against the door frame, mumbling: “I just saw a diagnostic report—”

Immediately, he raised three fingers to swear to the heavens: “But I didn’t open it, I promise!”

“Oh, that,” Lu Zhijian looked unconcerned, “Actually, I completely forgot about it. It’s not very important, and it’s fine if you look at it. Speaking of which, the doctor told me to go for a follow-up check-up before. It’s already two weeks late now. If you hadn’t suddenly seen it, I would have forgotten about it completely.”

“Is that so—” Yan Xucheng saw nothing unusual about him, and his curiosity from before immediately took the high ground again. He flashed a slightly ingratiating smile, his tone unconsciously softening, “So, what exactly is inside?”

Is he… is he flirting?

The inexperienced Lu Zhijian couldn’t figure it out, only feeling his face getting hotter and hotter. If Yan Xucheng had taken the opportunity to ask for his bank card number, he would have given it to him, let alone a small report?

Lu Zhijian’s face grew hotter, and he could barely breathe. He only managed to leave a single sentence: “You can open it and take a look, I’ll go stir-fry the dishes first!” Then he ran back to the kitchen and turned on the faucet to wash the vegetables.

Strange…

Yan Xucheng looked at the plates of ingredients already prepared on the counter and tilted his head?

Never mind. If he, the one who was going to eat, worried too much, he would be beaten by the chef.

Since he had the owner’s permission, Yan Xucheng didn’t stand on ceremony. Although he was an orthopedic doctor, he could still understand basic test results well enough. Scanning through the report—

Lu Zhijian’s body was in excellent condition, far exceeding most people his age.

Since the physical indicators were normal, it meant the problem wasn’t very serious. Yan Xucheng flipped directly to the last page. “Diagnosis Result: Mild Depression.” The name signed at the bottom was a familiar one. It was none other than Yan Xucheng’s junior uncle—Fang Li.

Lu Zhijian placed the last dish on the table and called out to Yan Xucheng, who was still squatting in the living room: “Time to eat.”

“Okay, I’m coming right away.” Yan Xucheng immediately put down the paper in his hand and scooted over to Lu Zhijian. “It smells so good! Are you a cooking genius?”

Lu Zhijian chuckled: “You know that before even eating?”

Yan Xucheng nodded proudly: “Of course, my nose is super sensitive.”

Yan Xucheng placed the bottle of wine he brought on the table: “Do you drink?”

Meeting his expectant gaze, Lu Zhijian couldn’t bring himself to refuse: “Sure.”

Lu Zhijian was indifferent to alcohol—neither liking nor disliking it. He would have a sip if it was offered, but he wouldn’t actively seek it out. Compared to the money-burning hobbies of his other friends, Lu Zhijian’s hobby seemed unremarkable, not even really like a hobby—raising succulents.

He liked these plants that didn’t require much attention, unlike cacti that become extremely sharp after enduring hardships, or precious flowers that need to be kept in a greenhouse and constantly monitored. You could just leave them there, and they would grow on their own. Check on them after a while, and they would be doing well.

Since Yan Xucheng wanted to drink, Lu Zhijian fetched two attractive glasses. The amber liquid in the diamond-patterned square glass cups reflected a special brilliance under the light, especially when held by Yan Xucheng. Lu Zhijian could only think of one word—dazzling.

“Lu Zhijian?” Yan Xucheng tilted his head slightly, looking at him worriedly, posing a question.

Lu Zhijian immediately snapped back to attention, “Nothing, why don’t you try it first?”

Lu Zhijian’s ability to adapt was quite strong, though it sometimes failed him in daily life. Of course, at such an important moment, it immediately came online.

Yan Xucheng didn’t think much of it. He gave face by sampling every dish and then gave them extremely high praise: “Wow! Everything is super delicious! If you opened a restaurant, it would definitely be a huge hit! After eating your food, I feel like the meals I make aren’t even appetizing anymore.”

Seeing the sparkle in Yan Xucheng’s eyes, Lu Zhijian couldn’t help but smile: “Then eat more.”

“Okay, you eat too. Don’t you dare—” Meeting Lu Zhijian’s teasing gaze, Yan Xucheng stubbornly spat out the last two words, “be polite.”

Ah ah ah ah ah! What am I even saying! Stupid mouth! I knew you would kill me one day!

Yan Xucheng immediately hugged his head and shrank back, turning into a ball again. Lu Zhijian did what he had wanted to do earlier: he gently tapped Yan Xucheng’s head with his knuckles. “Open up.”

For a moment, Yan Xucheng froze in place. He hadn’t expected Lu Zhijian to do that. But looking at Lu Zhijian’s composed expression—

It must be that he was overreacting. How could he use the mindset of a gay man to speculate about a straight man?

He ended his transformation state and happened to see the wine glass on the table that had been neglected: “This wine is a specialty brought to my mom by her friend. I swiped it when I moved—”

Finally, Yan Xucheng couldn’t tolerate Lu Zhijian’s constant smiling expression anymore. He flared up like an angry cat: “Listen to me seriously!”

“Okay, okay, I’m listening,” To show that he was truly listening, Lu Zhijian repeated his words, “You said this bottle of wine was given to your mother by her friend, and you took it when you moved.”

Yan Xucheng gave a small “Hmph.”

Lu Zhijian, who was temporarily let off the hook, secretly laughed in his heart. So Yan Xucheng could also be this awkward when changing the subject?

When two people eat together, they can’t just eat; they have to talk about something. Naturally, Yan Xucheng casually brought up the story of the “Burial Guy” that he had just heard today and was still relatively fresh.

Lu Zhijian frowned slightly, deep in thought: “Is his surname Gu?”

“Mm-hmm,” Yan Xucheng, focused on eating Lu Zhijian’s delicious food, casually responded. Only after he reacted did he lift his head from his bowl in surprise: “You… you don’t happen to know him, do you?”

Sent to the hospital on Saturday, top-tier ward, surnamed Gu, and insisted on being called “Young Master Gu”…

Lu Zhijian’s expression was complicated: “Perhaps I really do know him.”

Yan Xucheng’s expression was also complicated: “The world really is small.”

Yan Xucheng was quick to accept things. He curiously pressed on: “So what is that Burial Guy usually like?”

Lu Zhijian noticed another Key Point, taking a sip of wine to suppress the corner of his mouth that wanted to curl up: “Burial Guy?”

Yan Xucheng drew out his voice: “It’s for convenience of narration—”

“Alright,” Lu Zhijian smiled helplessly, then began to recall Gu Li’s deeds, picking out things to serve as dinner conversation for Yan Xucheng.

“He once flew a helicopter in the city without permission and was later placed under administrative detention.”

At the time, the Lu family was bidding on a government project, and the Gu family was one of the most threatening competitors. But because the CEO was detained, the Lu family easily secured the project.

Yan Xucheng slapped his thigh: “So it was him!”

Lu Zhijian “Hmm?” and served Yan Xucheng another bowl of soup, placing it next to his hand: “You know him?”

“Mmm—delicious!” Yan Xucheng took a sip of soup. “I was still doing my Ph.D. in Country E at the time. Jiang Mingyi told me there was an idiot in Jingji who flew a helicopter into an urban village, couldn’t land, and had to clear out the square. Then, as soon as he came out, the police officers cuffed him.”

“That’s him.”

Of course, besides him, there wasn’t another idiot like that in Jingji.

Lu Zhijian lowered his eyes, diligently serving Yan Xucheng the dishes he couldn’t easily reach.

Yan Xucheng looked at the increasingly high pile on his plate. Lu Zhijian had even thoughtfully left gaps between each dish to prevent the flavors from mixing. His eye twitched, and he shielded his plate with both hands: “Okay, okay, this is enough. If I eat any more, I’m going to turn into a ball and roll back!”

Only after saying this did he realize that Lu Zhijian had only eaten less than half a bowl of rice, though he had already drunk half a glass of wine. He served Lu Zhijian some food: “You always take care of others, but you have to take good care of yourself before taking care of others. Drinking alcohol without eating is bad for your stomach.”

Seeing Lu Zhijian’s bowl full, Yan Xucheng sat back and threatened: “Be careful not to stunt your growth!”

Before Lu Zhijian could speak, Yan Xucheng quickly changed the subject: “Alright, hurry up and eat. It’s too weird to keep serving each other.”

“Mm.” He was a little nervous today.

The alcohol content of the wine wasn’t high, and there was only a small bottle. After dinner, they decided to finish it off.

The side dish for the wine was, once again, the Burial Guy whom everyone knew something about. Although they both knew Yan Zhu and Jiang Mingyi, everyone knew this was an awkward, taboo topic, so the two tacitly avoided it.

Lu Zhijian wasn’t very familiar with the Burial Guy. The Burial Guy was one of those particularly unconventional types during his student days. At the time, Lu Zhijian didn’t want to be so conspicuous, and of course, the current Lu Zhijian didn’t either. As for the business world, the Gu family only had some overlapping business with the Lu family, and was completely unrelated to Lu Zhijian’s own Juefei Media.

So, he could only say whatever came to mind.

“Speaking of which, the Burial Guy seems to have a very… white…” Lu Zhijian used up almost all his brain cells trying to describe that girl, so much so that he couldn’t figure out how to describe the relationship between the girl and Gu Li.

Yan Xucheng’s focus was always slightly skewed. He was surprised to find: “You’ve started calling him the Burial Guy too!”

Lu Zhijian’s brainstorming was suddenly interrupted, and the surviving brain cells rejoiced. He opened his mouth, and finally admitted with a smile: “Mm.”

The strange thing about Yan Xucheng was that although he often paid attention to odd things, his thoughts could quickly return to the right track, like a small train running on a track that suddenly ran off to play for a bit and then quickly returned, pretending nothing had happened.

“So he has a very white what?”