Ghost Exorciser: Is Loved By All-Chapter 791: Enticing Fu Jian

The woman scoffed, folding her arms tightly over her chest. Her overly glossed lips curled into a smirk.

"That’s impossible. He never looked at you. He only ever looked at me. Everyone knew that."

Yu Sicong’s expression barely changed, but a flicker of irritation passed through his eyes.

"I don’t need to prove anything to you."

But before things could escalate, Fu Jian pulled out his phone. "I do want proof," he said quietly.

Yu Sicong glanced at him, surprised. His lips tightened, but he didn’t say anything. Since his wife wanted to confirm it, fine. He wouldn’t interfere.

The woman’s eyes widened slightly. "Wait, you’re seriously calling someone over this?"

Fu Jian didn’t answer. He tapped through his contacts and made a call.

A few seconds later, the line connected. A bright, familiar voice rang out from the other end, cheerful and teasing.

"Ohoho~ Who’s calling me so formally? Don’t tell me it’s our sister-in-law! Jian-ge, is that you?"

Fu Jian cleared his throat, a little embarrassed. "Yes. It’s me."

Yu Sicong turned away slightly, pretending to examine a nearby poster on the wall, ears turning red.

"I need to confirm something with you," Fu Jian said, trying to sound neutral.

"Oooh?" the voice on the phone responded, clearly grinning. "Finally want to know how obsessed our boy Sicong was back in uni?"

"Just... answer me properly."

"Fine, fine. What do you want to know?"

"Did Yu Sicong... ever give you guys any instructions about me? Back during university?"

There was a pause. Then, laughter.

"Oh my god. Did he?! Bro, he gave us a whole instruction manual about you. We were his unofficial bodyguards for your reputation."

Fu Jian blinked. "Really?"

"Really. That guy was head over heels for you. But he liked the chase, you know? Liked acting cool and mysterious.

Meanwhile, behind your back, he was wiping out every love letter you got. We used to catch him sneaking into your class early just to take them. He didn’t want you to fall for anyone else by mistake."

Fu Jian looked over at Yu Sicong, who was now covering part of his face with his hand.

The voice on the line continued,

"And don’t even get me started on how he used to destroy his own love letters. Said he didn’t want you to think he liked someone else."

The woman looked from Fu Jian to Yu Sicong, mouth slightly open in disbelief.

"Oh, and remember when you were working part-time at that little café near South Gate? He used to hang around outside, pretending to be on a call.

Every. Single. Day. Just to make sure no sketchy customers messed with you."

"Wait—what?" Fu Jian murmured.

"Yup. And when you got sick and missed a bunch of classes? He did half your assignments himself. We just handed them in and said it was from you. He even made notes in your handwriting."

Fu Jian’s eyes widened.

"Oh, and when you were diagnosed with that stomach problem, he panicked like you were dying.

Got up at 5 a.m. every day to cook that bland porridge thing you liked. Then he made us deliver it to your dorm, acting like it came from some student volunteer."

There was a long pause on the call, filled only by the sound of Yu Sicong slowly sinking into the floor from embarrassment.

"...That’s enough," he muttered under his breath.

Fu Jian’s hand tightened on the phone, heart swelling with quiet emotion, though his face stayed calm. "Thank you," he said, then hung up.

The silence was heavy for a moment.

Then the woman snapped,

"No. No way. He never looked at you like that. Everyone shipped him with me. I was the campus belle, remember? Everyone said we were perfect. And—and—he loved me!"

Yu Sicong looked at her like she’d started speaking an alien language. "What are you even talking about?"

She tossed her hair. "You said that my admission day was the most special day of your life! The 20th of July!"

"20th July?" Yu Sicong blinked, then let out a small laugh. "That’s not because of you."

"What?"

"That’s the day I first met Fu Jian."

Both Fu Jian and the woman froze.

Fu Jian turned slowly to look at him, eyes slightly wide. "...What?"

Yu Sicong nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"I went to get coffee. My wallet wasn’t with me, and my phone had died. People in line were getting irritated, and I was about to be really embarrassed."

He looked at Fu Jian.

"Then you stepped in. Said you were my friend, told the barista I’d forgotten my wallet in the dorm, and paid for me. You even pulled me aside so I didn’t have to explain myself to a bunch of strangers."

Fu Jian blinked. He remembered that moment vaguely—he had helped so many awkward customers in his part-time job, but this one had clearly stuck with Yu Sicong.

The woman’s face turned from disbelief to something close to horror.

"You remembered that?" Fu Jian asked quietly.

"How could I not?" Yu Sicong shrugged.

"You were the only one who looked at me without expectations. Just a guy helping another guy. And you were quite handsome."

Fu Jian looked down, suddenly unsure where to look.

The woman scoffed. "That’s ridiculous. You must be making it up."

"I’m not," Yu Sicong said flatly. "I don’t even remember seeing your face back then. Maybe we were in the same campus, but I never noticed you."

The woman’s lips trembled. "But... I was popular."

"So?"

Her face darkened, but this time she had no comeback. She turned her glare on Fu Jian, but it bounced off the quiet strength in his gaze.

"You should leave," Yu Sicong said sharply. "You’ve said enough."

She hesitated, clearly hoping someone—anyone—would defend her.

No one did.

With a final scoff, she turned on her heels and stormed off, her high heels clacking angrily down the corridor.

As the sound of her departure faded, silence settled between the two again.

Fu Jian stood still, his thoughts a quiet storm behind his eyes. The woman’s words still echoed faintly in the air, but the silence she left behind was louder. He looked at Yu Sicong slowly, his expression unreadable.

Without speaking, he tilted his head slightly, a question in his gaze.

Was it true?

Everything that the dormmate had said—was it real?

Yu Sicong met his eyes, calm now, more honest than he’d been in a long time. He gave a small nod, barely there, but full of weight.

Fu Jian’s lips parted, then closed again. He looked away, unsure of what to say. freewebnσvel.cѳm

For a moment, nothing moved. The air between them felt full, heavy with years of miscommunication, longing, and quiet devotion neither had voiced properly until now.

Yu Sicong took a careful step forward.

"So," he said softly, almost playfully, "can we continue what we were doing before we were rudely interrupted?"

Fu Jian blinked, startled. "No," he said flatly, turning away. "You had your chance."

But before he could take a full step, Yu Sicong reached out and grabbed his wrist again—gently but firmly.

"Hey," he said, voice lower now, "after everything I did, don’t you think I deserve a little reward?"

Fu Jian turned his head, narrowing his eyes.

Q"A reward? You want a reward for stalking me, lying to me, and manipulating everything from the shadows?"

Yu Sicong pouted, just a little. "That sounds worse when you say it like that."

"Don’t push your luck."

"I have to," Yu Sicong said with a shrug. "If I don’t push my luck, I’ll stay single forever. And that would be your fault."

Before Fu Jian could react, Yu Sicong stepped in and kissed him.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t even smooth. It was rough and hungry, like Yu Sicong had been waiting years to do it and didn’t know how to hold back anymore.

Fu Jian’s eyes widened, and he immediately tried to pull away. His hand pressed against Yu Sicong’s chest, but the other boy didn’t budge.

The kiss deepened—clumsy, insistent, full of everything Yu Sicong hadn’t said out loud.

For a second, Fu Jian struggled. His body resisted, still holding onto old hurt and stubborn pride.

But then...

Something cracked.

His fingers curled into the fabric of Yu Sicong’s shirt. His mouth softened. And slowly—hesitantly—he kissed back.

The world seemed to fall quiet.

Gone were the footsteps of the woman, the sting of old rumors, the years of almosts and what-ifs.

All that was left was this—two people who had chased each other in circles finally meeting in the middle.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless.

Yu Sicong grinned, a little dazed. "See? That wasn’t so hard."

Fu Jian rolled his eyes but didn’t step back.

"I haven’t forgiven you yet. Don’t you dare think more."

Yu Sicong licked his lips and stared at Fu Jian’s lips, which had become slightly swollen due to his attack.

"Wife, it’s difficult to take your words seriously when you look so enticing..."

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