Little Gods – Chapter 9

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Su Qiong’s heart was still beating wildly until Lin Fu walked out of the changing room. 

“How is it?” Lin Fu straightened his clothes in front of the mirror. 

He had a good figure, was fine in appearance, and carried a luxurious elegance with him. Even if he wore cheap clothing, he would still have the handsome appearance of a celebrity. The casualwear outfit revealed Lin Fu’s true musculature, which was normally hidden underneath his formal shirts; a simple case of lean clothed, beefy unclothed^[1]穿衣显瘦脱衣有肉, meaning someone looks skinny with clothes on, but looks muscular with their clothes off. Rhymes always haunt me, but this is it for now. If anyone has a better way to put it … Continue reading. Heat flashed through Su Qiong’s body, and he hurriedly averted his gaze as he commended bashfully: “Really nice looking.”

Lin Fu turned around and looked at Su Qiong with a slight smile as he said: “You’re nice looking, too.”

Su Qiong responded casually, his mind in an uproar as Lin Fu’s words from a few minutes before from beside his ear rebounded endlessly——Once I finish changing, I can hug you. 

…Why hadn’t he hugged me yet ah, didn’t he just say he wanted to hug me?

The little God of Poverty turned it over in his mind, but was too embarrassed to ask. He could only steal some glances at Lin Fu. The more he looked, the more he liked, and the faster his heart beated. 

…

Yet, Lin Fu walked up to the counter as if nothing was the matter. Su Qiong followed him fretfully. 

Lin Fu secretly observed Su Qiong, amused. Su Qiong’s gaze would swivel over to him from time to time, lingering around his sturdy arms and chest, like he wanted to experience first hand how it would feel to be hugged by him. When he turned his head to look straight at him, he whizzed his gaze away and looked at the ground. 

Such a cute little thing, Lin Fu thought with elation. 

After they paid, the two of them went to change into their new clothes. Lin Fu carried the shopping bag as the two walked out of the clothing store shoulder to shoulder. 

They were in a shopping district, with many places to eat at. 

“What do you want to eat for dinner?” Lin Fu asked, as if nothing had happened. 

“…Anything works for me.” Su Qiong was a little withered. 

“Does that restaurant look good?” Lin Fu raised his hand and pointed into the distance. 

Su Qiong obediently followed Lin Fu’s finger as he pointed, and with a skillful move, his shoulder was tugged, neither lightly nor strongly, backward, and as he lost his center of balance, he fell into a solid, scorching hot embrace. His ears picked up a low laugh as a soft breath tickled his nape. 

“We agreed, I would hug you after changing.” Lin Fu’s arms encircled Su Qiong’s thin waist. 

“Mm, mhm…” Su Qiong could not voice his worries. His hands hovered in the air in bewilderment for a moment before falling on Lin Fu’s wrists. 

“It’s so cold, is it okay if we hug more?” Lin Fu nuzzled the hair of Su Qiong’s forehead with his nose, watching with satisfaction as his earlobes soon blushed red. 

Su Qiong swallowed, then said quietly: “Okay…”

“Do you feel my heartbeat?” Lin Fu said smilingly, “So fast.” 

“N-no I don’t…” Su Qiong was at a loss, his mind blank. Nevermind Lin Fu’s heartbeat, he couldn’t even feel his own heartbeat. His entire body was so excited that he almost ascended to the heavens on the spot. 

“Then come a bit closer.” Lin Fu tightened the crook of his arm a little bit, “Do you feel it?”

“No…”

And so Lin Fu hugged him closer, and closer, then the shopping bag rustled. 

Su Qiong greedily took in Lin Fu’s steady and warm embrace, as well as the ba-thump ba-thump of his beating heart. 

If his identity is exposed one day and he avoids him…

At the very least, he would have these memories to think back on, to recall over and over again. He thought that even if he became a big God of Poverty, an old God of Poverty, he would not forget. 

“I felt it…” The little God of Poverty thought, the corners of his lips lifting in joy and distress, “Your heartbeat.”

“Mhm.”

“Mine is faster than yours.”

“…Mhm.” 

…

Once they finished eating dinner, Lin Fu drove Su Qiong home on the bike. 

The simplicity of their romance was like a 90’s arthouse film. 

After sending the Madam President home, Mr. President rode the old-fashioned bike, huffing and puffing, back to his home in an upscale, downtown residential area. He slid elegantly across the gaze of the community’s concierge, the bicycle’s bell ringing cheekily. 

The concierge: “…”

I don’t understand rich people like you. 

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One morning, Lin Fu brought Su Qiong to a grand, local hotel. 

Because Su Qiong was firmly set on working, unwilling to rely on Lin Fu for his living expenses, and because Lin Fu would rather not have his little cutie face hardship and grievance out in the world, he decided to help him find a few leisurely jobs for him to alternate between. 

At this moment, a tall, handsome man was standing in front of the hotel’s entrance. He narrowed his eyes and stared as Lin Fu, dressed in Meters/bonwe, huffed and puffed and pedaled his old bike, a twenty-something year-old handsome man on the back and a Bentley slowly tailing him. 

The man: “…”

“Morning.” Director Lin got off the bike, a smile of the working class on his face. 

“Mm.” The man looked at Lin Fu coldly, then looked at Su Qiong. 

This name was Zhang Yuchuan, Lin Fu’s friend from high school, as well as the owner of this five-star hotel. Young, talented, and handsome, Zhang Yuchuan had an icy personality and unapproachable air. Yesterday, Lin Fu had especially given him a call and told him that he was going to introduce him to a part-timer. 

Lin Fu stopped his bicycle by the side of the road, then walked up and patted Zhang Yuchuan on the shoulder and said in a low voice: “Our circumstances are a little complicated…”

Zhang Yuchuan raised his eyelids. He scrutinized Su Qiong with a strange look, then suddenly interrupted Lin Fu: “I know.”

Lin Fu grew anxious: “There’s something I haven’t mentioned yet.”

Zhang Yuchuan replied expressionlessly: “No need. He can work here for at most seven days. If he wants to continue, then he can come back in a month.”

Lin Fu could not keep the ‘WTF-ness’ of everything out of his expression^[2]不禁一脸卧槽, did my best here: “That’s what we decided on, too. He’s…”

Zhang Yuchuan interrupted again: “Your future boyfriend.”

Lin Fu was used to the sharp, animal-like perceptiveness of his friend. He said unhurriedly: “Correct. When I had the supervisor give him a job…”

Zhang Yuchuan understood: “You mean for him to do less work.”

Lin Fu: “You never asked me why I brought him…”

Zhang Yuchuan: “Don’t bother. You’re too noisy.”

Director Lin sank into a wounded silence.

Su Qiong and Xiao Zhang stood to one side, staring at this conversation between gods and men. 

Xiao Zhang: “…”

And so it appears, the legendary conflict between the irreconcilable first and second male leads. This Director Zhang would be involuntarily drawn to the little white flower and fall madly in love with him. 

Then, this Director Zhang’s eyes suddenly landed on Xiao Zhang. 

Xiao Zhang greeted him politely: “Hello, Director Zhang.”

A pity. You did not manage to rob our Director Lin, a first male lead through and through. 

Director Zhang snorted coldly, staring at Xiao Zhang fixedly. 

Xiao Zhang: “…”

The little white flower is beside me, go turn your pondering gaze toward him. 

Director Zhang’s face, which was as stern and cold as an icy mountain, revealed a trace of a smile. He looked at Xiao Zhang, his gaze considering. 

Xiao Zhang: “…”

What the fuck? This person picked the wrong script.

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Xiao Zhang’s CP is just passing by^[3]fun fact, the author uses 打个酱油, meaning ‘buy some soy sauce’ literally, but in this context means ‘just passing by’ because of an interview where the interviewer asked … Continue reading…

Their story won’t be in this volume~

Director Zhang has a special power…