Ghost Exorciser: Is Loved By All-Chapter 790: University

Just like that. With a smile. Like he was nothing.

He stared at her, stunned. Her words slammed into his chest like a punch.

"I do," he finally said, voice low but shaking. "I care."

Lin Yujiao tilted her head, still smiling, but her tone turned sharper. "Then maybe you should’ve cared earlier, Senior Yu."

"I did—"

"You didn’t," she cut in.

"You ignored him. Treated him like a side note. And now, suddenly, you want to play the part of a heartbroken lover? That’s not how it works."

Yu Sicong looked down, his jaw clenched.

She wasn’t wrong. He had ignored Fu Jian. Not just once. Many times. He’d chosen pride, image, and fear over him again and again. But still—

His hand tightened around Fu Jian’s sleeve.

"I know I was wrong," he said. "But I’m not asking for a second chance from you."

His eyes lifted to meet hers, steady despite the shame in them.

"I’m asking Fu Jian. Only him."

Lin Yujiao blinked, caught off guard for a moment.

But before she could answer, Fu Jian gently pulled his sleeve away from Yu Sicong’s grip.

Yu Sicong’s heart dropped.

Fu Jian looked at both of them, calm as ever, though his eyes were unreadable.

"Yujiao," he said quietly, "thank you for coming today. But I think we’ll have to reschedule."

She frowned. "What?"

"I need to sort something out first," Fu Jian said, then turned to her fully. "Alone."

Her mouth opened like she wanted to argue, but after a pause, she swallowed her pride. She gave a little bow.

"Of course, Senior Fu," she said, her voice cool. "I’ll wait for your message."

Then, with one last glance at Yu Sicong—part smug, part disappointed—she turned and walked away.

Her heels clicked against the floor until the sound disappeared down the hallway.

Silence followed.

Fu Jian slowly sat back down.

Yu Sicong, who was still kneeling, stared at the floor. His ears burned. His chest felt hollow.

Fu Jian didn’t speak.

And the silence was somehow louder than Lin Yujiao’s voice had ever been.

"I hate her," Yu Sicong said finally.

Fu Jian raised an eyebrow. "She was telling the truth."

"I still hate her," he muttered. "She had no right to say all that like she owns you."

Fu Jian gave a dry smile. "You were the one who said she couldn’t work with me."

Yu Sicong looked up, a little pout on his face. "I didn’t mean it like that. I just... I didn’t like the way she looked at you."

Fu Jian tilted his head. "And how did she look at me?"

"Like she could just step in. Like you were something to win. A prize," Yu Sicong said quickly. "You’re not."

Fu Jian’s lips twitched, but he didn’t answer.

After a long moment, Yu Sicong added softly, "You’re not anyone’s prize. Not mine. Not hers. But... I still want to be the one beside you."

"Good that you know." Fu Jian said softly.

He looked at Yu Sicong with a steady gaze, arms crossed.

"Even if you were my boyfriend—which you’re not—you still wouldn’t have the right to tell me who I can or can’t work with," he said firmly. "Just because you’re jealous doesn’t give you control over my choices."

Yu Sicong flinched at the sharp truth in Fu Jian’s words, his pout deepening.

"But... I just—"

Fu Jian didn’t let him finish.

"I’m planning something much bigger than petty feelings," he said calmly. "I need skilled people. People who can get the job done. Whether they like me or not doesn’t matter. Whether you like them or not matters even less."

There was a short silence.

Then Yu Sicong muttered, "I could just deal with the Fu family right now. Quick and clean."

Fu Jian’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"No," he said flatly. "This is my fight. My revenge. I’ll take them down on my own terms."

Yu Sicong opened his mouth to protest, but Fu Jian raised a hand to stop him.

"Don’t. You always rush in without thinking. This... needs precision. Planning. Control. Things you’ve never been good at."

Yu Sicong frowned but stayed quiet, watching Fu Jian gather his documents and neatly tuck them into a folder.

After a few moments, Fu Jian stood and turned to leave the library.

Yu Sicong immediately got up and followed him, steps light but quick behind him.

Fu Jian let out a dramatic sigh and glanced over his shoulder.

"Don’t you have any work to do?"

"I do," Yu Sicong replied honestly, catching up to walk beside him. "But I don’t have the energy right now."

"Unbelievable."

"I just need a little motivation," he said, leaning in with a cheeky grin. "Maybe a kiss. That would recharge me instantly."

Fu Jian rolled his eyes so hard it looked like he could see the inside of his skull.

"You’re unbelievable."

He started walking faster, but before he could escape, Yu Sicong grabbed his wrist and gently pulled him back. Their faces were now close—closer than they had been in a long time.

"I’m serious," Yu Sicong whispered, voice suddenly softer.

Fu Jian’s eyes darted to his, and for a second, he didn’t move. His body relaxed ever so slightly. Slowly, his eyes drifted closed.

Yu Sicong’s heart skipped. He leaned in, breath caught between hope and nerves—

"Sicong!"

The sweet, unfamiliar voice cut through the air like a knife.

Both of them froze.

Fu Jian instantly stepped back and pulled away, creating distance between them like nothing had happened.

Yu Sicong, stunned and angry, clenched his jaw and slowly turned toward the voice.

A woman stood a few feet away, her black hair styled in perfect waves, gleaming under the hallway lights. Her skin was porcelain-pale, her lips unnaturally plump, her nose clearly sculpted by a surgeon’s hand. Her icy blue eyes sparkled with self-importance.

Her expression was all confidence and charm, like she believed she belonged there, like she owned the moment.

Fu Jian stiffened beside him.

The woman smiled brightly. "Do you remember me, Sicong?"

Yu Sicong stared at her blankly. "No."

Her smile faltered.

"I’m not interested in remembering you either," he added, voice sharp. "So you can leave now."

Both the woman and Fu Jian looked at him, stunned for different reasons.

The woman blinked in disbelief. "What? Wait—Sicong, I was someone close to you. Maybe... maybe I look a little different now? More beautiful?"

She flipped her hair and gave him a small, flirty laugh.

"I was someone close to your heart."

Yu Sicong’s expression darkened, the usual teasing gone from his eyes. He looked at her like she was a stranger on the street.

"I don’t know you," he said again. This time, serious. Cold.

From the side, Fu Jian turned to him, surprised.

"Are you telling the truth?" he asked quietly.

Yu Sicong looked at him and, without hesitation, nodded.

"Yes."

Fu Jian’s eyes softened just a bit at the answer.

But the woman didn’t back down. Her gaze turned sharp as she suddenly pointed at Fu Jian, her voice rising with mockery.

"What is he doing here?" she snapped. "A disgusting gay like him—are you seriously still chasing after Sicong?"

Her words were soaked in cruelty.

Yu Sicong’s jaw locked as something inside him snapped.

But Fu Jian didn’t react. He just stood there—expression unreadable, shoulders a little too still, a little too straight. It was the kind of stillness that came from trying to keep the past from showing on your face.

He didn’t say a word.

He didn’t need to.

Because Yu Sicong stepped forward.

And his voice dropped, calm and dangerous.

"Say that again," he said, glaring at the woman.

She blinked, confused.

"I dare you," he continued, "to insult him one more time."

She opened her mouth, but before she could speak, he added,

"You’re nothing. A walking filter with too much makeup and zero manners. Don’t talk about him like you know anything."

"Sicong...why are you defending him? He is not worth your defending! The entire university knew that this disgusting gay was eyeing you since the first day!" The woman shouted.

"Who said it?" Yu Sicong asked coldly, "As far as I remember, I had asked my roommates to make sure everyone knows that he isn’t disgusting me at all. And that I like it somewhat."

"What?" Fu Jian frowned, completely taken aback by Yu Sicong’s words. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Yu Sicong nodded and said with a pitiful face,

"Baby, I swear, I asked them to protect you and even spread the word that I don’t hate gay men at all."

"So the reason why they protected me every time during university was because you had asked them to?" Fu Jian asked in shock.

His actions during university were very bold and many times he was criticized.

But...Yu Sicong’s roommates always protected him and even teased and called him, sister-in-law.

What was even more hilarious was, they would protect him every time he was called to the principal’s office. Sometimes, they would even shift all the blame to Yu Sicong, who would even accept the blame.

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