Years of Intoxication Chapter 2.2

Last updated on December 1, 2020

After the meal, Song Juhan made another call, probably to the driver.

He Gu cleaned up the kitchen and turned on his tablet. First, he spent over a thousand yuan buying a bunch of the latest licensed games online. Afterwards, he started watching TV.

His current 48-inch TV was bought two years ago, and even now, it was the larger size in home TVs. Being so busy with work, he seldom watched it. Only Song Juhan would come to play games on it. This TV had also been changed for Song Juhan. Actually, not just the TV. He Gu grew up in an ordinary family and didn’t have high demands in the quality of life. Anything high-grade in the house must have been prepared for Song Juhan who would come from time to time. Now the market had just launched a 65-inch TV. It looked quite imposing, but it was very expensive. It cost more than 40, 000 yuan. He Gu contemplated for a while in front of the computer, but in the end, still placed an order.

With a move of his finger, two months worth of salary was gone.

He Gu was a little distressed, but also thought that it was nothing. The reason to earn money was to spend it, and the reason to spend it is to be happy. As long as he could see Song Juhan, he would be happy.  Besides, he was alone and rarely spent money. He would never marry in the future, let alone have children, so what was the point in keeping the money.

Song Juhan returned after the phone call. He stretched out his waist and lay lazily on the sofa. “He Gu, come give me a head massage.”

He Gu put down the tablet and sat next to him. He placed Song Juhan’s head on his lap and rubbed his temples with moderate force.

Song Juhan closed his eyes and hummed softly, looking very comfortable.

The corners of He Gu’s mouth couldn’t help but turn up. There was an urge to bow down and kiss that smooth forehead. He whispered, “You’re preparing for a concert, right?”

“En. I’ll try to keep it to a minimum in the future. It does get the money coming, but it takes too much effort.”

Song Juhan was not only a popular singer, he was also a very talented songwriter. He was good-looking, could sing well, and at the same time, write good songs. There were only a handful of such people in the Chinese music world. So many people rushed to beg him for a song, because being able to sing a song written by Song Juhan indicated having a place in the circle or having a donor willing to throw money to make them popular.

He Gu gently smoothed his hair, “I know you prefer to write songs.”

Song Juhan snorted and yawned. Then, as if he suddenly thought of something, said, “Hey, guess who I saw the other day.”


“That boyfriend you had in college. He’s back in the country.”

He Gu was startled, his hand pausing. He covered up his emotions and said, “Feng Zheng? You know he wasn’t my boyfriend.”

“Oh, then what were you? Friends with benefits?” Song Juhan laughed. “No, you were still a virgin when you and I got together.”

He Gu said flatly, “I said we were just friends.”

Song Juhan sat up from the sofa and narrowed his eyes at him. “He’s doing well now. He didn’t go to his family’s company when he came back, but instead went on a venture capital campaign. When the company was working on a new movie set, it was him that came to discuss. He was quite polite when he saw me, not at all as impulsive as he was before… Oh right, he also asked about you.”


“Aren’t you curious about what he asked?”

He Gu shook his head, somewhat distraught. An elegant and noble face appeared in his mind. If it weren’t for Song Juhan, he and Feng Zheng might have…

“He asked if we were still together.” Song Juhan raised his chin and stared unblinkingly at He Gu, taking in all of his micro expressions, “Guess how I answered him?”

He Gu’s tone was flat. “It doesn’t matter.”

Song Juhan chuckled. “I said that you were still a part of my harem. The look on his face was quite marvelous.”

He Gu frowned. He got up and walked to the study.

Song Juhan pulled his wrist with a somewhat rough force. His expression was also quite arrogant. “What’s wrong? Not happy, huh?”

“No, just not interested.”

Song Juhan stood up, pinched his chin and laughed lightly, “Stop pretending. Your eyes changed once you heard his name. Back then, because we were together, that brat…”

“We haven’t been together.” He Gu looked up at Song Juhan.

Song Juhan was stunned.

He Gu laughed. He pointed at himself, then pointed to Song Juhan. “What we are is not called ‘being together,’ and I’m not some member of your harem. Do you really want to talk with me about our relationship? Does it even matter?”

Song Juhan loosened his hand and his tone went cold. “It doesn’t matter.”

He Gu nodded. “I still have some work to deal with. Go play some games and just call me when you need something.”

He Gu entered the study without looking back. He had just sat down to catch his breath when he heard the door slam. He sighed heavily and scratched his hair irritably.

Why bother? What was the point of arguing just to show off some eloquence when it was so rare for Song Juhan to even come here? After all these years, it wasn’t like he didn’t know what kind of person he was.

He Gu was somewhat annoyed. From the bottommost drawer, he took out the cigarette hidden underneath a notebook. Song Juhan wanted to protect his voice, so he never smoked and also didn’t like the scent of smoke. However, He Gu often stayed up late when working on projects, and he sometimes couldn’t carry on without smoking. Hence, he tried to smoke as little as possible, hardly ever at home and especially didn’t let Song Juhan know.

After a puff, the taste of tobacco poured down his nose and into his stomach. He had never actually liked the smell of smoke, but its rough and raw stimulation was really refreshing.

He Gu walked to the window, just in time to see Song Juhan getting into a car. But before the driver could close the door for him, he slammed it hard that the driver shrank back in fright.

Looked like Song Juhan was in a very bad mood. He Gu thought it was quite funny. Back then, it was Song Juhan who humiliated Feng Zheng, and it was also him who had played with him. He was obviously the one who had won in one strike1旗开得胜 – Literally, to win a victory on raising the flag. To succeed right away.—no, Song Juhan had always been the victor. From the moment of birth, this man was destined to have everything go his way2要风得风,要雨得雨 – To want the wind and rain and get them. He always stood high and mighty, enjoying all the good things that ordinary people couldn’t even have the least bit even if they’d struggle all their lives.

So why would Song Juhan be upset when the events of that year were brought up?

It was probably because of his attitude just now. Song Juhan was used to getting a hundred responses to a single call. In his knowledge, people weaker than him could only act servilely3摧眉折腰 – literally, to low one’s eyebrows and stoop; to bow and scrape. He Gu had also been very tactful and obedient. When he occasionally couldn’t restrain himself, it surely annoyed Song Juhan.

He really shouldn’t have.

When he finished smoking, he returned to his desk and turned on the computer to work. He was a construction engineer. His work was cumbersome and his responsibility was big. He himself led a team of nine people and worked hard in state-owned enterprises for six to seven years. Taking into account the salary, project bonuses and year-end bonus, he could get five to six hundred thousand a year, which could also be regarded as a small achievement. But growing close to thirty, the long nights and overtime work had started to strain him a bit.

He stared at the complex structural diagram and felt a little tired. Suddenly, he remembered Song Juhan’s words telling him to do a small business or something.

He was a very boring person. He didn’t like to talk and socialize, so he had never thought about changing careers before. Creating a building out of nothing required serious and meticulous data and theory to back it up. These things had formed a fixed science over the thousands of years of humanity constantly studying and practicing them. If he was careful and professional enough, he wouldn’t make any major mistakes. He knew he was suited to such dull, routine work, and not to work that required creativity, for the fewer uncontrollable variables there were, the safer he felt.

However, people would change, whether actively or passively, and he did start to consider a career change in the past two years. The main reason was that he was getting too stressed. It wasn’t like he couldn’t take it. He was just afraid of getting old too fast, but he wasn’t afraid of old age either. He was just afraid of… afraid of Song Juhan no longer getting hard to him. No matter how busy he was at work, he insisted on keeping fit. He worked overtime until he was dizzy and didn’t dare to eat midnight snacks. One winter, when his skin was dry, this engineering man who only ever smeared Dabao4大宝 – a brand of skincare products, but He Gu is probably referring to its lotion. on his skin summoned the courage to learn about skin care products. He also wore clothes from famous brands he couldn’t even read the name of. All these were for Song Juhan. After working for seven years, he had little to no savings. Unconsciously, he seemed to have always been living for others.

If he wanted to change careers, Song Juhan would definitely help him. Song Juhan was very generous when it came to money. The Land Rover he was driving now, and this suite in the Third Ring5Third Ring – Beijing has five circular highways named Second Ring to Sixth Ring, with the Second Ring surrounding the city center, and the Sixth Ring in the outskirts of the city. The most expensive houses, generally speaking, would be inside the Second Ring, and they’d get cheaper as its location spirals outward.—they were all given by Song Juhan. He Gu had never refused this. He received them so Song Juhan wouldn’t get suspicious. He often consoled himself that, even though Song Juhan was stingy in giving affection, he wasn’t at a loss. He had liked Song Juhan for ten years, slept with him for six, and even managed to earn a luxury car and a grand residence. What was there to feel sorry about? If it were anybody else, they would have woken up laughing in their dreams.

Translator's Corner
Song Juhan, twirling his hair: Hey, guess what… I saw your ex-boyfriend today

He Gu: Oh.

Song Juhan: Aren’t you curious? Back then, because we were together…

He Gu: But we haven’t been together.

Song Juhan: ( ̄■ ̄;)

He Gu:

Song Juhan: ヽ(*`゚Д´)ノ

Song Juhan, internally: What do you mean we haven’t been together?!! *angry confusion*

Lizonka, eating popcorn: Nom nom nom

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Getting into Creative Writing for my college course was a pure accident, but thanks to that, I can excuse my excessive reading of danmei novels as "studying" ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

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