He Has a Fever

After work, Li Qing rode his little electric scooter home. As he reached the entrance, he sensed something was off. He glanced at the black car parked across the road and found it strangely familiar. Where had he seen it before?

Suddenly, the car door opened, and a tall, handsome man stepped out. The moment Li Qing saw his face, he remembered who he was.

Damn, wasn’t this Jiang Zhou, the guy who’d called that day? What, had he come to settle the score?

He wasn’t afraid. It was just a fight, wasn’t it? He might not be able to win, but for the sake of his dignity as a man, he’d take his chances!

“What do you want? Chen Ju doesn’t live here anymore.” As soon as Li Qing said it, he regretted it so much he could’ve beaten his chest and stamped his feet. Chen Ju, I’m sorry, brother. I just sold you out!

Jiang Zhou narrowed his eyes and scrutinized the man in front of him. “Were you the one who answered the phone that day?”

Li Qing hesitated, then puffed out his chest. “Yeah, that was me. Chen Ju was still living at my place then. He had nowhere to go for a while, so he stayed with me. He just moved out yesterday.”

Jiang Zhou furrowed his brows. After a brief pause, he asked, “Where does he live now?”

“Why should I tell you? What are you to him?” Li Qing was really put off by Jiang Zhou’s lofty attitude.

“We’re a couple,” Jiang Zhou said, his lips curling into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “He left his clothes at my place last night. I’m taking them to him now.”...