Ghost Exorciser: Is Loved By All-Chapter 789: Lin Yujiao

Fu Jian didn’t even lift his head.

"You’re not supposed to eat cold things," came Yu Sicong’s exasperated voice. "You have a weak body."

Fu Jian sighed. "Why are you here?"

Yu Sicong sat across from him, looking unusually earnest.

"I came to talk. Look—Shuchang’s getting married. Even his younger brother’s ahead of me."

Fu Jian’s eyes flicked up, cold.

"Then maybe you should find someone. Not bother me."

Yu Sicong leaned closer, his voice softening.

"When will you stop hating me? It’s been years, Jian."

Fu Jian stared at him silently.

Yu Sicong’s voice cracked just a little.

"I don’t care about being forgiven instantly. I just want a chance to earn it. Can’t we try?"

Fu Jian looked away.

"No. I am busy. Don’t disturb me," he said quietly.

Yu Sicong sat frozen for a moment, Fu Jian’s words echoing in his ears.

"No. I am busy. Don’t disturb me."

He had heard them before—countless times, spoken from his own mouth with that same flat tone, same disinterest.

Back then, he thought it was harmless. A little tease. Something to keep Fu Jian on his toes. He never realized the weight of those words until now—until they were thrown back at him with such quiet finality.

A pang of guilt pierced his chest.

"I deserved that," he muttered under his breath.

Fu Jian turned another page in his book, eyes steady, but his hand trembled slightly.

Yu Sicong slowly stood, then, without any of his usual pride, moved to kneel beside Fu Jian’s chair.

The sudden motion startled Fu Jian, who finally looked down at him.

"What are you doing?" he asked, confused.

"I’m sorry," Yu Sicong said, voice soft but firm.

"I hurt you. I ignored you. And now I’m kneeling like a fool because I have nowhere else to go. Not when it comes to you."

Fu Jian narrowed his eyes. "Get up. This is a library."

"I don’t care."

His hands curled into fists on his knees.

"Back then, I didn’t understand what you meant to me. I thought I had all the time in the world to figure it out. But you—" his voice shook, "you stopped waiting. And I realized too late that it was never a game to you."

Fu Jian looked away. "It wasn’t."

"I know."

There was silence between them. Only the soft rustle of papers and faint hum of air conditioning filled the space.

"Every time you waited outside my dorm just to get a glimpse of me," Yu Sicong continued, "every time you left little snacks at my door, even when I didn’t thank you—you were giving me everything. And I gave you nothing but cold words in return."

Fu Jian’s eyes dropped to the table, jaw tight.

"I was proud," Yu Sicong said.

"Too proud to admit I liked you. Too afraid of what people would say. But now, I’d shout it from every rooftop if it means you’d forgive me."

Fu Jian closed his book slowly.

"You think kneeling and saying a few sorrys will fix years of me feeling like I wasn’t enough for you?"

"No," Yu Sicong said immediately.

"I don’t think anything can fix that overnight. But I want to try. For as long as it takes. Days, months... years. I’ll keep trying, Jian."

Fu Jian looked at him then, really looked at him.

Yu Sicong’s usual smug confidence was gone.

His knees rested on the cold library floor, his hands clenched like he was afraid of being pushed away again.

His eyes were sincere, almost desperate.

Fu Jian didn’t move. He had heard somewhere.

Women who pity men always cry in the end.

Though he wasn’t a woman, he was smart enough not to pity Yu Sicong.

It was the pity that he had for Yu Sicong that brought him to such a state.

But just as Fu Jian opened his mouth, a cheerful voice called out, light and sweet like a bell.

"Senior Fu Jian!"

Both men froze.

Yu Sicong’s head turned sharply toward the sound, his stomach twisting for no logical reason.

A young woman approached them, dressed in a soft beige sweater and a flowing skirt.

Her chestnut brown hair was tied up in a half-bun, with wispy strands framing her gentle face.

Her brown eyes sparkled when they landed on Fu Jian.

She looked exactly the same as Yu Sicong remembered—except more mature.

Lin Yujiao.

A junior from their university days. Back then, she’d openly followed Fu Jian around campus, giving him snacks, waiting outside his classes, and even cheering loudly for him at the annual sports meet.

At that time, Yu Sicong had barely held himself back from snapping at her.

More than once, he’d brushed off Fu Jian or acted distant just because he had caught the two of them talking.

It wasn’t that Fu Jian liked her—it was the fact that she had the audacity to try and take what Yu Sicong hadn’t even claimed yet.

He hated that he had no right to feel that way.

Now, watching her walk up to Fu Jian, smile glowing, Yu Sicong felt something hot and dangerous flare inside his chest.

"Yujiao," Fu Jian greeted, standing and offering a small, sweet smile. "You’re early."

That smile—warm, relaxed, gentle.

Yu Sicong’s eyes narrowed. Fu Jian hadn’t smiled like that at him in the past two months. Not even once.

And this woman, this fluffy-haired, wide-eyed junior, got it the moment she showed up.

His eye twitched.

"Well, I didn’t want to be late for our meeting!" Lin Yujiao replied brightly. "I’m really excited to work with you."

Yu Sicong blinked. Work?

"Work?" he asked, unable to stop the question from slipping out.

Lin Yujiao turned toward him, looking surprised. "Oh, Senior Yu? I didn’t even see you there!"

Yu Sicong forced a tight smile. "Clearly."

Fu Jian, completely ignoring the growing storm next to him, nodded calmly. "I mentioned I was looking for a new assistant. She contacted me last week."

"That’s right!" Lin Yujiao chimed in.

"I just finished working at a publishing house and thought it’d be nice to help out someone I know. Besides, we worked well together back then, didn’t we, Senior Fu?"

Yu Sicong felt his jaw clench. Worked well together?

The possessiveness that he had buried so carefully for years started to creep up again, wrapping around his heart like a vice.

"You’re hiring her?" he asked, his voice tight.

Fu Jian glanced at him. "It’s just part-time help. I need someone to organize my documents and some other confidential data."

"You didn’t tell me about this," Yu Sicong said, his tone darkening ever so slightly.

Fu Jian raised an eyebrow. "You said you didn’t want to be disturbed anymore. I assumed my work schedule didn’t interest you."

Yu Sicong winced. That one hit a nerve.

Still, he couldn’t stop the childish fire from burning through his chest.

Without thinking, he reached out and tugged lightly at Fu Jian’s sleeve.

Fu Jian blinked down at him in surprise. "What are you doing?"

Yu Sicong didn’t answer. He didn’t know how to explain it.

He just—he didn’t like this.

He didn’t like how comfortable they looked.

He didn’t like how Fu Jian smiled at her.

He didn’t like how she looked at Fu Jian like he belonged to her.

"No," he muttered under his breath.

Fu Jian tilted his head. "No, what?"

"I don’t like it." Yu Sicong said louder this time. "I don’t want you to hire her."

Lin Yujiao’s eyes widened. "Pardon?"

"I said I don’t want you working with him," Yu Sicong snapped, voice sharper now. "He’s already busy, and you—"

"Sicong," Fu Jian interrupted, voice firm but not angry. "You don’t get to decide who I work with."

Yu Sicong looked at him, heart racing.

"I know I don’t. But I’m saying it anyway."

There was a pause.

Then, very softly, he added, "I haven’t smiled in two months. I haven’t eaten properly. I’ve been thinking of you every day. And now you’re smiling at someone else like I never existed."

Fu Jian’s expression changed, the faintest trace of surprise crossing his face.

Lin Yujiao looked between the two of them, her cheerful smile gone, finally understanding that she had walked in on something far more complicated than a simple assistant interview.

However, instead of leaving, she looked at Yu Sicong with disdain in her eyes and said,

"Mr. Yu, you couldn’t request anything, given your position. You were given a chance... a golden opportunity for more than 5 years!

But you... Like a fool ignored it. Now that you have come to your senses, do you want privileges?

It doesn’t work like that. I will have to inform you that since your turn is over, let others take over."

Yu Sicong stiffened. he understood the implication in Lin Yujiao’s words.

She was hinting that now it was her turn to be with Fu Jian.

It seemed logical, and yet Yu Sicong hated it.

"I disagree!"

"No one cares." Lin Yujiao countered with a smile.

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