Ghost Exorciser: Is Loved By All-Chapter 793: Old Noodles Shop

Gu Nian looked like a deer caught in headlights. Sweat formed on his brow as he turned to Fu Jian again, desperate now.

"Please," he hissed under his breath. "Just say sorry. Just one word. I can’t afford to lose this job!"

Fu Jian stared at him, completely unmoved.

"Then maybe you should have thought of that before dragging me into your mess."

Gu Nian’s expression darkened.

"Why are you being so selfish? Can’t you just swallow your pride for once?!"

Fu Jian’s jaw tightened.

"You call this pride? I call it self-respect. You’re the one trying to serve me up as a peace offering. I’m not your tool, Gu Nian."

Gu Nian reached out suddenly, fingers curling around Fu Jian’s wrist—not hard, but firm. "Don’t be so difficult. Just say it—just say it, and we can walk away."

Fu Jian yanked his arm back. "Let go."

Kong Wan raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the drama. "You better listen to him, Gu Nian. One little apology won’t kill you."

"I said—" Fu Jian started, but then—

A voice rang out, cold and clear."Step away from him."

It wasn’t loud. But it cut through the rooftop chatter like a crack of thunder.

Everyone froze.

Fu Jian blinked in surprise, and slowly turned toward the sound.

Yu Sicong stood at the edge of the rooftop, sharp in a dark coat, his expression unreadable. His eyes, however, were locked onto Gu Nian with a fire that made the air go cold.

Even the wind seemed to hush.

Gu Nian stepped back instinctively. "Yu... Sicong?"

Yu Sicong walked forward with slow, deliberate steps. Every motion was controlled, calculated—like a predator approaching prey.

He stopped only when he was standing directly in front of Fu Jian, shielding him completely.

He turned to Gu Nian. "If you touch him again, I’ll make sure your hand ends up somewhere you can’t find it."

Gu Nian’s face paled. "What—are you threatening me?"

"No." Yu Sicong smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "I’m promising you."

Gu Nian’s voice caught in his throat.

Fu Jian stared at Yu Sicong’s back in stunned silence.

The man hadn’t even called him before flying back, and now he was here—standing in front of him like some overprotective knight.

"You can’t just barge in and—" Kong Wan started, stepping forward indignantly.

Yu Sicong’s head turned slightly, and his gaze landed on her like a spotlight. "And you. I suggest you take a step back and stop embarrassing yourself."

Kong Wan opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her face twitched. "Excuse me?!"

"I don’t remember asking for your opinion," Yu Sicong said coolly.

"If your only talent is stirring drama and injecting filler into your face, maybe keep that energy on your social media and not in public."

A snort came from somewhere nearby.

Even the CEO she’d been hanging onto seemed uncomfortable now, giving her a sideways glance.

Kong Wan sputtered. "I—You—How dare you!"

Yu Sicong took one final step toward her, his tone deathly calm.

"You messed with the wrong person. So, unless you want to make enemies with the man who just acquired twenty percent of Felix Corporation this morning... I’d suggest you walk away."

Kong Wan’s mouth opened, then closed. She looked around, searching for support—any support. But even Gu Nian had gone stiff at that.

"Wait... You what?" Gu Nian stammered.

Yu Sicong didn’t even look at him.

"You’re not that important. I just happen to like keeping tabs on businesses connected to people who try to make my people apologize for something they didn’t do."

Gu Nian’s eyes widened as he realized what that meant.

"Are you serious?" he whispered.

"Very," Yu Sicong said.

"And if I hear that you ever try this stunt again—dragging Jian into corporate drama, or trying to use him to save your skin—I will make sure you’re blacklisted from every decent job in this city."

Kong Wan let out a small, strangled sound. Without another word, she grabbed her purse and stormed off, high heels clicking furiously across the rooftop.

Her date, the CEO, looked at Gu Nian, shook his head once, and followed her without a word.

Silence settled.

Gu Nian stood frozen for a second longer, then turned to Fu Jian with trembling lips.

"I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I was just— I just wanted to—"

"Save it," Fu Jian cut in.

Gu Nian glanced between the two of them, then nodded stiffly and walked away.

The rooftop suddenly felt very empty.

For a while, neither Yu Sicong nor Fu Jian said anything.

Fu Jian walked over to the counter, shoulders straight, expression unreadable. He pulled out his wallet, clearly intending to pay.

The restaurant hostess, a young woman with a neat ponytail, gave him a polite smile.

"Oh, the bill’s already been settled," she said.

Fu Jian blinked. "Already...?"

She nodded. "Paid in full. A generous tip, too."

Fu Jian paused, lips twitching. He turned his head slightly and muttered under his breath,

"Huh. Gu Nian still had a bit of chivalry after all."

Behind him, Yu Sicong, who had been silent all this time, suddenly let out a small, sharp cough.

Fu Jian turned.

Yu Sicong raised his hand with a sheepish look. "That was me. I paid."

Fu Jian’s brows creased. "You?"

"Yeah. Not Gu Nian." He shoved one hand into his coat pocket and scratched the back of his neck with the other.

"Didn’t want you paying for that mess of a dinner."

Fu Jian narrowed his eyes. His voice dropped just slightly.

"So... you were totally okay with me going on a date with someone else?"

Yu Sicong blinked, caught off guard. "Huh?"

"I mean," Fu Jian said, voice light but sharp-edged, "you were so composed. Paid the bill, said nothing, saved the day like some kind of action hero. Didn’t even flinch."

Yu Sicong opened his mouth, then closed it.

Fu Jian’s gaze sharpened. "So you didn’t feel anything? Not even a little jealous?"

Yu Sicong stiffened.

But Fu Jian didn’t wait for a reply. With a small scoff and a look of irritation he didn’t bother to hide, he turned and began walking away.

Yu Sicong panicked. He hurried after him. "Wait, wait—Jian!"

Fu Jian didn’t stop.

"Hey!" Yu Sicong reached out and caught up, falling into step beside him. "Aren’t you going to say thank you?"

Fu Jian glanced at him with cool detachment. "Thank you."

His voice was calm. Polite. Emotionless.

Yu Sicong winced like he’d been slapped.

That tone—it wasn’t the Fu Jian he was used to.

No playful banter, no eye-rolls hiding a smile, no sharp comebacks laced with affection. Just cold distance.

Yu Sicong felt a lump in his throat. He still hadn’t said what he really wanted to—that he hated seeing Fu Jian on a date with someone else.

That the thought alone made him want to punch a wall.

That the past two days, every hour without Fu Jian had felt like he was chewing glass.

He had planned to throw a tantrum, even prepared a list of petty things to complain about.

But now, seeing Fu Jian so cold... he couldn’t say any of it.

After all, only those who are pampered get to throw tantrums.

And right now, Fu Jian didn’t look like he wanted to pamper anyone.

So Yu Sicong swallowed hard, forcing a casual tone into his voice. "You didn’t eat much back there, right?"

Fu Jian didn’t answer.

Yu Sicong tried again. "Let me take you somewhere else. Just a quick bite. I promise it won’t be awkward."

Fu Jian walked a few more steps, silent. Then, finally, he gave a slight nod. "Fine."

It wasn’t a warm answer. But it wasn’t a no.

Yu Sicong’s chest loosened just a bit.

They got into his car, and the drive was quiet at first. The city lights blurred past the windows, neon streaks melting into one another.

Fu Jian leaned against the window, arms crossed, pretending to stare at nothing in particular.

But as the car began moving toward the university district, something shifted in him.

He glanced sideways at Yu Sicong, who looked completely focused on the road.

"...Are we going to the campus?" Fu Jian asked, voice casual.

Yu Sicong didn’t reply, but a small smile tugged at his lips.

Fu Jian looked out the window again. The streets around their old university were familiar—nostalgic, even. Late-night snacks. Terrible all-nighters. Quiet walks in the rain.

Memories he thought had faded started crawling back in.

His heartbeat picked up when the car finally stopped in front of a small, warmly lit shop on the corner.

A handmade sign above the door read: Old Noodle House.

Fu Jian stared.

"...You remembered this place?"

Yu Sicong got out of the car and walked around to open the door for him. "You always thought I didn’t notice, didn’t you?"

Fu Jian stepped out slowly, as if unsure whether he was dreaming.

"I only came here, like, four times a week..." he said.

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