Three Good Lucks - A Short Story (JUNZHE AU FF)

Three, is to live with you forever (3/3)

"Mr. Gong, right?" Xia Yu asked after Zhe Han finished presenting his half-assed draft, "Are you and our Zhe Han here friends?" They sat around the small meeting table with Gong Jun at the front right, Zhe Han on the left with the other three sitting beside him.

They threw the project to me just now, why are these three cicadas butting in now?

And the answer was obvious, they wanted to know more of the mystery man that almost choked on air after the fake death news and his ability to paint Zhe Han's usually cold face, red, just now.

Instead of responding, Gong Jun crossed his legs and just insistently focused his eyes on Zhe Han and Zhe Han, was staring back at him.

When Zhe Han finally blinked, Gong Jun gave his two cents, "I expected more for the draft."

Xia Yu who was ignored just now, tried chipping in, "We are sorry. We'll make sure to make it better next time."

Gong Jun's eyes shifted at the man sitting beside Zhe Han. He smiled a knowing smile, but the know in his smile, a mystery to the others. "Please do so. It's important to me."

Hearing that it was important, Xia Yu could not help but asked, "If I may ask, what is this project for?"

"It's for a volunteer work. I'm trying to raise awareness on the issues of Xinjiang minorities' abuse," Gong Jun explained, his tone calm.

Zhe Han's lips turned upward. He did not know what right did he own but right there and then, he was feeling proud.

"Out of your own pocket?"

"For now."

"Here I thought you work for the government."

"I was, last week. I resigned."

Zhe Han tapped his foot, restless. The questions and answers between Xia Yu and Gong Jun were starting to sound like a parent interrogating their prospective son-in-law.

"You resigned from...?" Xia Yu probed further.

"I was a diplomat."

Xia Yu nodded, feigning cognizance. He had no idea what diplomats do but it sounded cool.

"Why would you leave such a great job to do volunteer works?"

Gong Jun leaned forward, placing his arms on the table, clutching his two palms together.
"I have three reasons. Would you like to listen?"

Xia Yu and the other two shrugged, "Why not?"

"My job was in friendly relations. I travel a lot to see peace treaties drafted, updated and agreed on. I just thought I could do better in obtaining peace for my own people first."

Zhe Han who was listening intently, knocked himself in the head in his mind; feeling even guiltier for not preparing the draft properly.

"Second, I want to settle down. I found someone to start a family with."

Zhe Han stopped tapping his foot. He felt his heart dropped, rolled to the ground and stomped to mush. His hands under the table he clenched tight and his gaze glazed over his own lap.

"Lastly, I have enough money even if I stopped working altogether." The admission of a rich guy like that, would normally annoy people but when it came from the man in front of him, Xia Yu felt like the man was trying to prove something, instead of showing off.

"You're too honest. Why would you tell us all this?"

"I'm telling you. I thought you're important to Zhe Han."