I Just Want to Be in a Relationship

After Revenge, Yu Qinghuan slowed down his life pace. Right after his warm-up to start the short vacation, he was urged by Sun Wu to walk out from home for the movie promotion.

Compared with the filming schedule, the trip for the promotion was hastier. Yu Qinghuan was like a soldier on the battlefield, sending messages to Huo Qu as soon as he found rest breaks.

He would be teased when this was seen by the staff from the film crew. Now everyone knew that they were lovers, so they had no scruples to joke about Qinghuan.

To Yu Qinghuan’s surprise, after he came out of the closet, what he felt most was not contempt, but the tolerance and kindness of the people around him.

Apart from some internet trolls in minority, few people would attack him because of his sexual orientation.

For all this, Yu Qinghuan felt grateful from the bottom of his heart. The love between them was different from ordinary people. He didn’t want Huo Qu to be hurt even by strangers.

“Qinghuan, it’s your turn to make up.”

Yu Qinghuan just received a short message from Huo Qu and was interrupted by Sun Wu’s patting on his shoulder before he could read it.

“Don’t be dawdled, hurry up,” urged by Sun Wu.

However, after accidentally glancing at Qinghuan’s mobile phone screen, he paused for a moment and immediately changed his words, “Wait until you reply to the message.”

Huh? Yu Qinghuan raised his head up in bewilderment.

“It’s a message from Prof. Huo, not anyone else.” A trace of pride emerged from Sun Wu’s face, “How could you let the Nobel Prize winner Prof. Huo wait?”

When returning to the hotel for a rest at noon, Yu Qinghuan repeated the director’s remarks to Huo Qu. Then he joked, “Prof. Huo, now I’m not the only one who likes and admires you.”

Huo Qu was then having lunch, Korean fried chicken and fried rice cake provided by Zhao Qingyuan.

Surprisingly, Zhao Qingyuan and Huo Qu were very in tune.

Qingyuan was talkative and hyperactive. Sometimes, even Yu Qinghuan could not stand it. Huo Qu was, however, an exception.

No matter how long Zhao Qingyuan talked, Huo Qu could sit and listen, remaining calm without interrupting him. Huo Qu was simply the most ideal listener.

“What did Qinghuan say?” Zhao Qinghuan knew it was Qinghuan without thinking. He gave Huo Qu a pair of disposable gloves and leaned forward to see Huo Qu’s screen before the latter could respond. Huo Qu hurriedly locked his screen but the message was still seen by Qingyuan.

He gnawed at the bone and said thickly, “To be honest, many people like you, and now you are becoming a national idol.”

So many titles on Huo Qu made him popular: The youngest Nobel laureate, smart, high IQ, handsome, and the most attractive quality – loyal. He seemed to have gathered into his own body all the things in the world that could not be combined together, which fascinated his fans.

Huo Qu frowned. He could not tell from different kinds of love. For him, there was only one kind of love, that was, the love he held for Qinghuan.

He said, “Their feelings for me are not love, and I don’t like others, either. I only love Qinghuan.”

Zhao Qingyuan, who was eating the gristle on the chicken wing, almost choked to death hearing Huo Qu’s words.

A spell of coughing made Zhao Qingyuan redden up. After a difficult recovery, he expressed his anger as a single man at Huo Qu, “Get married quickly, you mushy gushy little couple.”

Got married? Huo Qu turned around to look at Zhao Qingyuan. This was the first time Huo Qu had interests in Zhao Qingyuan’s words.

The next second, Zhao Qingyuan seemed to forget his anger at the couple, “You two could not get married in China, but you can do this in other countries. Think about it.” He paused, considering if his suggestion was too casual, and then added, “But you should first propose to him and get his permission.”

Suddenly, the gate of a new world opened in front of Huo Qu.

‘Get married’ and ‘propose’, the two words made his heart beat violently. He wanted to have a marriage with Qinghuan, just like his parents, who lived together and never parted for the rest of their lives.

He focused on Zhao Qingyuan with a pair of keen eyes, “How do I propose?”

“You are asking the right person.” Zhao Qingyuan also got excited.

He took off his disposable gloves and slapped himself on the thigh. “I’m the most experienced.”

Huo Qu, however, raised doubts in due course, “But, you don’t have boyfriends, do you?”

Chocked by Huo Qu’s words, Zhao Qingyuan retorted, “I like women, thanks.”

“But you don’t have a girlfriend, either.”

“You don’t want my suggestion?”

“I want…”

Zhao Qingyuan’s ideas were nothing new: marriage ring, kneeling down and all the plots he saw in the movie.

But in Huo Qu’s eyes, his guidance was like Bible, which worthed remembering word by word.

Though Zhao Qingyuan did things carelessly, he was quite reliable at the critical moment.

He had a wide range of contacts. Noticing Huo Qu’s urgency, he immediately contacted FU, a world-famous jeweler, and found their top designer.

“When Yu Qinghuan returns, find time to measure the size of his fingers, in secret.” Zhao Qingyuan told Huo Qu, “We need this after the design drawing is completed.”

“Size?” Huo Qu was thinking. Then, in Zhao Qingyuan’s shocked gazes, he directly said a number.

“I know all the sizes of Qinghuan.”

“Huh. You… sure?”