Chapter 46: Frail Body
The night was clear, the stars twinkling brightly against the deep blue sky.
As they walked through the bustling streets of Cambridge University, laughter and chatter spilled from the nearby bars and cafés, where people gathered to drink and socialize, seemingly oblivious to the chill of the evening air.
On Lu Beihuai’s back, Song Qie rambled on, his words tumbling out in a mix of excitement and tipsiness. “...Blockchain technology is already showing a leading trend, especially in finance. Do you know my boss, Shixu? He’s incredible, really. He’s at the forefront of the blockchain industry, holding a significant share in both the U.S. and domestic markets—though I think the domestic market might be bigger!”
“This year, global blockchain interoperability revenue has grown significantly and is projected to reach 1.1675 billion U.S. dollars by 2029... reliable data,” he continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as he pressed his lips near Lu Beihuai’s ear. “I wrote this research report after extensive research. Hush, though—it hasn’t been published yet.”
As the cool night wind swept around them, Song Qie's voice was soft and gentle, tinged with seriousness that made him sound both smart and endearing.
Lu Beihuai felt the warmth of Song Qie's body against him as he carried him, realizing he was about 50% drunk—otherwise, he wouldn't have let himself be carried. The other half of him was still lucid, animatedly discussing topics that piqued his interest.
A swirl of doubts clouded Lu Beihuai's mind, yet he held back his questions, intrigued by the notion of hearing the truth after a drink. Still, he wondered if that was a valid expectation, given the lively atmosphere of the bar.
Adjusting his grip, Lu Beihuai supported Song Qie's hips with his arms, feeling him sway precariously on his back. Several times, Song Qie leaned back as if trying to tease him, which only increased Lu Beihuai’s irritation.
Finally, unable to tolerate the antics any longer, he gently set Song Qie down on a nearby chair, hoping to restore some stability.
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Under the towering trees, the streetlights cast a dim glow, illuminating the figure of the beautiful drunk man seated on the chair. Song Qie gazed up at Lu Beihuai, his head tilted back, the tip of his nose slightly red from the cold. His bright eyes flickered with confusion and a hint of indignation.
“Why did you put me down?” Song Qie complained, his hands gripping the edge of the chair as he swayed slightly. “I can’t even sit steadily!”
His tone was fierce, but there was an underlying vulnerability.
Lu Beihuai couldn't help but sneer at the absurdity. “You know you can’t sit steadily. Why didn’t you hold on tighter when I was carrying you? If you’re so strong, you can walk back by yourself.”
“I can’t walk straight!” Song Qie retorted, frowning and making a dismissive ‘tsk’ sound.
Lu Beihuai chuckled, confidence surging through him. “Do I really have to carry you on my back?”
“Then can’t you just not carry me?” Song Qie challenged, clapping his hands together in mock indignation. He looked up at Lu Beihuai, feigning concern. “What if I fall?”
“That's your problem. I won’t be the one to catch you,” Lu Beihuai replied coolly, shoving his hands into his trouser pockets, his posture exuding a firm resolve.
His body language made it clear that there was no room for negotiation—acting spoiled wouldn’t change his mind.
“Ouch.” Song Qie reached out and tugged on Lu Beihuai's belt, pulling him closer before playfully bumping his forehead against Lu Beihuai’s waist. The sudden movement caught Lu Beihuai off guard, causing him to stagger slightly, though he quickly regained his balance.
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Romance"Everyone Hates My Frail Body" Author: Yaoyaotu Status: Complete Summary: Song Qie was accidentally reborn after a car accident, finding himself transformed into a character in a novel that everyone despises. This character, also named Song Qie, is...
