Chapter 43.2
Uncle An quickly settled the accounts and left. The courtyard fell quiet, with only the faint rustling of the treetops remaining.
Yu Le made a gesture of opening, and Lu Yao immediately unfolded the paper airplane and saw the writing:
Probation Period Comprehensive Evaluation Form:
Appearance—, Personality—, Talent—, Learning Ability—, Boyfriend Skills—, Plasticity—…
Please rate your boyfriend!
He couldn’t help but smile, folded the crumpled paper back up, and took it upstairs.
Yu Le sat in the corridor, enjoying the breeze while waiting for him. When Lu Yao came in front of him, Yu Le looked up and handed him a pen, “Here, let me see if I pass the grade.”
Lu Yao took the pen and began to seriously consider the evaluation.
Yu Le, who had no particular feelings about it before, suddenly felt nervous seeing Lu Yao’s serious expression, “Do you need to think about it for so long?”
“Of course.” Lu Yao thought for a moment and started scoring.
Yu Le tried to gauge his score by the movement of the pen, but it was so puzzling he couldn’t figure out anything, his heart hanging in suspense.
Could it be?
Could it be failing?
He quickly recalled his performance over the past few days, growing increasingly uneasy, feeling like he couldn’t come up with anything score-worthy.
“How about we forget it today?” He tried to negotiate, “Boss, could you give me two more days to show my performance?”
Lu Yao capped the pen, “It’s already done.”
“How can you be so fast?”
Yu Le hurriedly stood up and leaned in to look, thinking if the score was really too low, he might as well just eat the evaluation form.
When he saw the first item, he was stunned, his eyes nearly popping out, “200 points? Brother, the total score is only 100 points!”
Lu Yao raised an eyebrow, “Only 100?”
Yu Le: “What else?”
Lu Yao said calmly, “Then it’s not enough. The excess can be considered as extra points.”
Yu Le: “…”
Who gives extra points that are ten times higher than the total score?
He wanted to scold himself for his earlier worrying and looked at the absurdly high score sheet, feeling speechless, but his mouth couldn’t help but curve into a smile.
“Mr. Lu, if you score like this, I could finish my probation and become permanent tonight.”
Lu Yao asked in return, “Who said you’re on probation?”
Yu Le was taken aback, “Aren’t I?”
Lu Yao: “The bride price deposit has been paid. Does someone want to go back on their word?”
He leaned against the pillar and tapped Yu Le’s head with the pen, “That night I wanted to say, Yu Le, about you defining your liking for me as being undefined, I have a big objection.”
Yu Le didn’t understand, “What objection?”
Lu Yao: “Liking has never been about high or low, rich or poor. There’s no such thing as someone’s love being more valuable than another’s. There’s no rule that says loving someone means you must be wholeheartedly devoted for a set amount of time to be considered faithful. It always varies by person.”
“You’re not fickle. Even the most ardent passion can be depleted by another person’s indifference.”
“You’re not at fault. It’s your senior who was weak and incapable of holding onto you. It’s not worth lamenting or introspection. You only need to know that I’m not like him.”
“You’ve never been on probation with me. We’ll always be together.”
The tap on his forehead was neither painful nor itchy. Yu Le looked at Lu Yao, finding it hard to describe his current emotions.
Sour, soft, bittersweet, like being drenched in watermelon juice, clear and sweet, a mix of flavors, making his nose feel a bit swollen.
Not knowing what expression to use to respond naturally, he turned his face away. “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
Lu Yao: “I saw you seemed to find it fun, so I wanted to let you enjoy it.”
Yu Le glared at him, starting to flip through his little black book of grievances. “Is that so? But you never took the initiative to hold my hand or kiss me. Even when you spent the afternoon with me, you looked reluctant.”
Lu Yao felt wronged, “I wasn’t reluctant. I just have to follow your pace. Only if you allow it can I do it.”
…Hmm?
“My pace?”
“What pace?”
Yu Le was full of question marks, clearly not even knowing his own pace. “Why not follow yours?”
Lu Yao casually spun the pen between his fingers and said gently, “My pace might be too fast, I’m afraid you can’t handle it.”
Yu Le was silent for a moment: “Are you underestimating me?”
Lu Yao: “Just being realistic.”
“You don’t decide that.” Yu Le’s competitive spirit flared up, not believing this, “Unless you let me try it.”
Lu Yao raised an eyebrow. “Sure?”
Yu Le: “Sure.”
“Okay.” Lu Yao nodded and casually placed the paper and pen on the railing.
Yu Le’s gaze followed his hand.
Seeing the “evaluation form” about to be blown away by the wind the moment it was put down, he quickly reached out to grab it, only to be suddenly caught by the wrist and stumbled into Lu Yao’s arms.
With an iron-like grip on his wrist around his waist, his chin was held and forced to tilt upwards. A hot, passionate kiss followed, sealing his breath tightly and completely.
