DILLYH Chapter 12

TL: Hua

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Chapter 12: Conceal

“Hello, hello, Yu Haozhou, Yu Haozhou, are you even listening to me?”

Yu Haozhou snapped out of his thoughts, only to realize his eyes were stinging from staring at one spot for too long.

He rubbed his eyes, his fingers damp: “What? Say that again, I was just thinking.”

“I said, don’t believe anything he says, and don’t believe anything he does.” Han Jin stressed. “I have a reasonable suspicion that he wants to use a honey trap to make you fall for him and then dump you ruthlessly to vent his anger.”

Would he? Zhou Zizheng, would he really?

Yu Haozhou dared not imagine it, but back then, his attitude towards him was truly inexplicable.

So, Zhou Zizheng, are you really the kind of person who believes that a gentleman’s revenge is never too late?

Yu Haozhou couldn’t figure it out, only feeling like a sponge was stuffed into his heart, making even his breaths damp.

“Oh, and the most important thing is, absolutely, absolutely, do not sleep with him. That kind of thing is the most confusing for the mind.”

“……”

Too late. He had quite enjoyed Zhou Zizheng servicing him.

It felt very similar to what he’d dreamed about in high school…

Yu Haozhou’s silence made Han Jin’s heart skip a beat, and he started to stammer: “You… you couldn’t possibly have… right?”

To save face, Yu Haozhou scoffed, “How could I? I’m very pure.”

Han Jin truly breathed a sigh of relief: “That’s good then. You need to stand firm.”

“When he realizes you’re not taking the bait, he might change his strategy. We’ll discuss it then, understood?!”

Yu Haozhou was distracted, giving a perfunctory “Mm.”

After hanging up, he was still thinking about whether Zhou Zizheng was really deceiving him.

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Zhou Zizheng didn’t have many friends.

He hadn’t added many people, so his WeChat Moments feed looked incredibly sparse.

A former dorm mate, who saw the post, commented with 666[mfn]In Chinese internet slang, 666 means awesome or amazing.[/mfn] underneath.

Then he messaged him privately: [What’s going on with you? Did you lose a bet in a game?]

Zhou Zizheng hadn’t yet appeared in the media, and he never talked about his private life, so other than Yu Haozhou, basically no one knew he was the returned heir to a hundred billion fortune. Zhou Zizheng himself also didn’t want to explain.

Zhou Zizheng: [No, it’s real. The wedding is on September 16th. You’re welcome to attend anytime.]

Ma Yang: [??? Why? Didn’t you two hate each other?]

Zhou Zizheng simply sent a voice message: “I like Yu Haozhou. I’ve liked him for a long time; that’s why I’m so eager to marry him.”

Ma Yang: [……]

Ma Yang: [I don’t believe it.]

After a while, he sent another message.

Ma Yang: [I know! You’re taking revenge on him, planning to use a honey trap to trick him, right?]

Zhou Zizheng immediately sent a meme that said, “I don’t talk to idiots.”

Ma Yang remained unconvinced and sent a barrage of questions, which Zhou Zizheng deflected with a simple “Busy.”

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There was only half a month left until September 16th.

The Xie family was going crazy with preparations for the young master’s wedding.

Yu Haozhou had no strong opinions about his own wedding and entrusted everything to the professionals; he just needed to show up.

The tailor came to their home to take measurements and specifically chose a time after Zhou Zizheng got off work.

While Zhou Zizheng was rushing back, the Xie family tailor measured Yu Haozhou first.

Perhaps to save time, the tailor also brought several different fabric samples and outfits for Yu Haozhou to try on.

Yu Haozhou was changing inside, and the tailor was waiting outside.

When he saw the person approaching, he was about to speak out, but Zhou Zizheng raised a finger to his lips, making a “shush” gesture.

The tailor fell silent, watching as his young master pushed the door open, stepped inside, and then closed it. He moved slightly away from the door, keeping his distance.

Because of the conversation with Han Jin a few days ago, Yu Haozhou didn’t know how to interact with Zhou Zizheng recently.

He was someone who showed his emotions very easily and wasn’t good at lying, so he only knew how to give the cold shoulder when something happened.

Zhou Zizheng had asked him several times if he was in a bad mood, but Yu Haozhou always gave a perfunctory answer, saying he was a little anxious about the upcoming wedding.

When Zhou Zizheng tried to get intimate, he would subtly evade him, saying he still felt a bit unwell.

Even an idiot could tell he was hiding something, but Zhou Zizheng was also very patient. If Yu Haozhou didn’t want to talk, he wouldn’t push him.

That explained why he could keep his feelings bottled up for so many years.

Hearing the sound of the door opening behind him, Yu Haozhou collected his thoughts.

He looked down, adjusting the deep purple satin shirt he was wearing, wanting to quickly end the tedious fitting: “I’ll choose this one.”

Footsteps approached, but no one spoke. Yu Haozhou instinctively felt that the atmosphere was somehow wrong.

The footsteps were a little heavy, not as brisk as the tailor’s.

He had just looked up when he saw a dark shadow, and in the blink of an eye, he was pressed against the full-length mirror in front of him.

“What the hell, Zhou Zizheng, let go of me right now.” He struggled with all his might.

Zhou Zizheng’s right hand was already on his belt buckle: “Zhouzhou, you’ve been very cold to me lately.”

Yu Haozhou raised his arm to elbow him, but his wrist was easily grabbed, making him unable to move.

He turned around and glared at him, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes: “Don’t get horny here.”

“What exactly happened that day?” Zhou Zizheng ignored him, continuing his movements. “Did someone say something to you?”

“No,” how could Yu Haozhou sell out his best friend, “I just don’t want to. I find doing it with you disgusting.”

He didn’t want to say such things, but for some reason, the words just slipped out uncontrollably.

He just wanted to provoke Zhou Zizheng to see what he would do when he lost his mind.

Zhou Zizheng gave a cold laugh: “So, you’re finally saying what you really think, aren’t you?”

Yu Haozhou remained silent, not uttering a sound. Zhou Zizheng immediately ripped off his own tie and bound Yu Haozhou’s two slender, pale wrists with it.

Yu Haozhou’s eyes widened, and he desperately kicked him with his feet: “What are you trying to do?”

“Find me disgusting?” Zhou Zizheng put him down on the nearby lounge chair, easily stripped off his pants, and straddled him. “You seemed to enjoy it quite a bit those other times.”

“…….”

Zhou Zizheng’s way of resolving issues was always so direct and straightforward.

As Yu Haozhou became aroused, Zhou Zizheng’s thumb stirred inside his mouth, and he asked with suppressed desire, “Who am I?”

“……”

“Not going to say?” Zhou Zizheng pulled away slightly.

The tie on his wrists was loose now, dropping to the side, stained with an unknown fluid.

Yu Haozhou arched his back in agony, his eyes red-rimmed, a few tears spilling out. He bit his tongue, muttering a low curse: “Zhou Zizheng, you bastard.”

He was such a treacherous person, only using this kind of thing to make him give in.

And yet, Yu Haozhou was vulnerable to this trick.

He grabbed Zhou Zizheng’s collar, pulling him closer: “Give it to me.”

Zhou Zizheng propped his hands on either side of his head, the veins on his neck bulging: “How do you call me?”

Yu Haozhou didn’t speak, self-destructively kissing him, but Zhou Zizheng broke it off sharply: “Zhouzhou, you haven’t answered my question yet.”

“…….”

“Damn it, if you’re not going to do it, get off.”

Don’t torment him.

Zhou Zizheng was determined to wear him down. Yu Haozhou had no choice but to cover his eyes and call out “Husband” under his coercion.

Zhou Zizheng held him tight, growling, “Zhouzhou, whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”

After everything was over, Yu Haozhou once again regretted succumbing to the temptation.

“What exactly happened that day?” Afterward, Zhou Zizheng persistently asked.

Yu Haozhou lay on the bed, eyes closed, not wanting to talk to him.

“Not going to say? Then I’ll start with the people around you, grabbing them one by one to ask.”

Yu Haozhou still didn’t react much, so Zhou Zizheng named one friend after another.

It wasn’t until he mentioned the name ‘Han Jin’ that Yu Haozhou’s expression showed a slight change.

Zhou Zizheng rolled up his sleeves in annoyance, cursing inwardly: I knew it was this troublemaker again.

When they were in college, Han Jin’s goddess had a crush on him, and to impress him, she spoke of Han Jin as worthless.

Han Jin couldn’t bear to get angry at his goddess, so he held a grudge against him and constantly egged Yu Haozhou on to harass him.

Yu Haozhou, however, was clueless about all of this, foolishly believing that Han Jin hated Zhou Zizheng only because of him.

Yu Haozhou was physically exhausted and rested on his stomach, falling asleep like a little kitten without realizing it.

After Zhou Zizheng was sure he was sound asleep, he picked up his clothes, put them on, and walked toward the study.

The tailor and his assistant in the living room had already sensibly left the large apartment, waiting to be summoned again.

In the study, Zhou Zizheng found Han Jin’s number.

He dialed the number, and it was answered after two rings. A voice said in a bored tone: “Who is it?”

Zhou Zizheng slowly introduced himself.

Han Jin: “……”

He wanted to hang up the phone, but remembering Zhou Zizheng’s current status, he didn’t dare.

He could guess why Zhou Zizheng was calling; he had come to demand an explanation.

He had thought his good friend, Yu Haozhou, could hold out for a while, but it had only been a few days, and he was already sold out. Beauty truly leads people astray.

After realizing the implications, he ingratiatingly called out, “Brother Zhou, how come you have time to call me today?”

Zhou Zizheng didn’t like to use his status to pressure people, but sometimes, status was quite useful and could save a lot of trouble. If this were before, Han Jin would have probably hung up the phone already.

Thinking about this, Zhou Zizheng was again annoyed.

Yu Haozhou truly trusted him, telling him everything. No wonder he firmly refused to believe that Zhou Zizheng liked him.

Zhou Zizheng supported his forehead and got straight to the point: “What did you say to Zhouzhou on the phone that day?”

What must come, finally came. Han Jin didn’t know how much Yu Haozhou had revealed, but he firmly believed that his good brother had definitely been forced to name him.

As for the details, Yu Haozhou certainly hadn’t mentioned them, so Han Jin tried a guerrilla tactic and played dumb: “What else could I say? Of course, I wished you both a happy marriage.”

Zhou Zizheng sneered, threatening him plainly: “Han Jin, don’t even think about sitting at the same table as your goddess at the wedding.”

As soon as he finished, he was about to hang up, but the other side shouted, “Brother Zhou, I was wrong!”

A hint of a smile appeared in Zhou Zizheng’s eyes, and he said nonchalantly, “One chance only.”

“If you hide anything again, you can forget about ever knowing where Cheng Qianyu is for the rest of your life.”

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