Quick Wear: Give the Resentful Man a Home

Yu Yichu hated himself. The reason he approached Duan Wu in the beginning was simple and despicable, as if he was constantly reminding himself of his mistakes.

The moment Duan Wu modified the competition system, he realized that he was not worthy of such efforts and kept questioning the complicated emotions in his heart at the moment.

Men are like Yanshi controlling puppets. Yu Yichu is willing to fall into this game until he is hated.

It was only Duan Wu's later seriousness that made him realize that this might not be a game.

In order to achieve photogenic effect, Yu Yichu has been carefully polishing every part of her body. Her skin, which is whiter and tenderer than milk, is so delicately maintained that there is not a single flaw, just like real silk.

The beautiful little model looks like a real elf. Her long light golden hair looks like seaweed floating on the water, and her leap into the sea creates ripples.

……

"Mr. Duan" Yu Yichu turned around curiously.

Looking at this arrogant man who was gently comforting him, a slight breeze from above his head kept blowing across the roots of his hair, and small drops of water sliding down from the ends of his hair rolled down to his neck.

"Is Mr. Duan so gentle to everyone?"

The huge sound of the wind swallowed up half of the sentence. Duan Wu turned off the machine and ran his hand through the beautiful hair.

"Who does each one refer to?"

"Those...people that the gentleman liked in the past," Yu Yichui asked in a low voice, feeling that his purpose was obviously exposed.

"more or less"

Hearing Duan Wu's answer, Yu Yichui's heart sank. It turned out that he was not special. His heart ached as if it was wrapped in small needles, but he dared not vent.

"I was nice to Duan Chen before he was 15, and I did this often, but then he grew up."

As far as I can remember, when I first met Duan Chen, he was already 10 years old. Not only was he sensible, but he was also filled with panic and fear of everything around him.

Duan Wu knew that he was using him, and feeling guilty, he often kept Duan Chen by his side. Even when he was very busy at work, he would still take time out to take care of his life personally.

Duan Chen was afraid of him, respected him, but didn't get close to him. The two of them always maintained a close yet distant relationship, but not like a father-son relationship. A 10-year-old child already has his own independent thoughts, so it's normal that he can't be tamed.

Although everyone around him advised him to adopt a child when he was one year old and had no memories, otherwise there would be endless troubles. However, Duan Wu initially chose to adopt the child out of pity for him and did not really expect to have a father-son relationship.

"Duan Chen?" Yu Yichu didn't expect to get such an answer. He was worried and curled his lips. "You treat me as your son."

Duan Wu tapped his forehead and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Then what am I, a little model that you keep, or a toy that you can kick away?"

Yu Yichu pretended to be nonchalant.

Duan Wu leaned against the bed, his robe slipped open naturally to reveal his muscular chest, and he took a cigarette from the bedside. He couldn't help laughing at Yu Yichu's appearance.

"Call me husband for now."

The young man rolled out of bed and squatted at the head of the bed to light a cigarette for him. His long hair fell on his knees, and he looked like an abandoned pet.

"I'm just a small model. There are a lot of men like me in your company..."

Yu Yichu felt that the other party was playing tricks on him and toying with his feelings. Once he fell, Duan Wu would kick him away and say something like "know your own identity."

The more you imagine, the more wronged you feel. The more wronged you feel, the more pictures you have.

"Who do you take me for?" Duan Wu exhaled a puff of smoke, with a smile in the corner of his eyes. "Have you heard of my gossip?"

Yu Yichu was speechless. He had indeed never heard of it. He himself had much more gossip than Duan Wu. He explained stubbornly:

“Who knows if the journalists are afraid to report it…”

Yu Yichu felt dizzy, and when he came to his senses, he had already laid down, his hair falling by his ears. Duan Wu's posture was wild and oppressive, and his fingers were stroking his cheeks.

"You thought I was you? You haven't settled the score with me for Duan Chen yet."

Yu Yichui didn't expect that Duan Wu knew his original purpose. He suddenly felt guilty and didn't dare to look the man in the eye.

"I do not have it……"

Duan Wu chuckled, and the sparks from his cigarette became brighter.

"You thought I didn't see your shocked expression. Was the original plan Duan Chen?"

"Since you knew that, why didn't you expose me then?" Yu Yichui bit her lower lip and did not continue to deny it.

"I don't care, Yu Yichui, open your eyes." The man's deep eyes were filled with tenderness and love.

Hearing Duan Wu's order, Yu Yichu opened his green eyes that were wet with water vapor, feeling aggrieved and guilty, and he dared not speak of these emotions.

"Are you still aggrieved?"

"I was wrong" Yu Yichui did not dare to argue.

"What's wrong?"

"I shouldn't have hooked up with... um... Duan Chen."

Yu Yichu felt wronged.

"You're wrong for thinking that I'm the same person as you." Disobedient kittens are always like this, dishonest, and have ulterior motives.

Yu Yichu's eyes widened. "What kind of person am I? I've never messed around. That's all nonsense!"

"Then why do you think I am?"

"I don't think you are." Yu Yichui muttered. He just didn't believe that the preference and care shown by Duan Wu was for treating a partner rather than a plaything.

Duan Wu knew that Yu Yichu was an enthusiast who regarded modeling as his lifelong pursuit.

He respects his pursuit and enthusiasm for his career.

In the original plot, Duan Chen broke Yu Yichu's legs and forced him to withdraw from the competition, but did not let the young man give up his professional career.

Instead, he actively cooperated with recovery treatment and rehabilitation, striving to restore his body to its former state. His tenacious vitality moved everyone.

Unfortunately, things did not go as planned. After two years of persistence, Yu Yichui not only did not recover well, but he could not even walk steadily on the stage.

The doctor sentenced this former catwalk king to death, reminding him that he should not only not continue to do this job, but also protect his legs to prevent secondary injuries.

Yu Yichu's fans waited for two years for this excellent performance that marked the final curtain call of his career.

Although his condition had declined and he could not return to his former high-spirited and proud attitude, Yu Yichu still insisted on completing his final performance.

When the neon lights faded, he ended his brilliant but short life in the cold river, wearing the clothes he wore when he first walked on the catwalk.

When the news of Yu Yichui's suicide reached China, many fanatical fans could not accept this reality and began to frantically question DBR and the event organizers.

But how can the voices of ordinary people compete with it?

He never harmed anyone in his life, but because of his huge influence, his sudden departure still caused a rather chaotic ending.

The love that one has pursued all his life has been destroyed, the meaning of existence has become a bubble, hope has been shattered, and life is coming to an end.