FSGOR Ch83 – Extra5

President’s Office.

Chu Xuyu leaned against the leather sofa, his face gloomy and his whole aura emanating a suffocating intensity.

The bodyguard in sunglasses stood respectfully in front of him, secretly feeling anxious, not daring to even glance directly at the boss’s expression.

Chu Xuyu pressed his aching temples.

“You searched all the universities in Ningcheng and still couldn’t find him?”

The bodyguard bowed slightly.

“Yes, President Chu.”

“The young man you’re investigating appears to have strong anti-tracking instincts.”

“After returning from the Oak Pavilion that night, he took a bicycle and detoured through a route with no surveillance at an intersection—we accidentally lost him there.”

Chu Xuyu couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh. He didn’t blame his subordinates, but he couldn’t stop recalling what happened that night—just how out of line had he acted to scare the boy away like that?

But no matter what, he had finally encountered someone who suited his taste. Even if the kid said he felt “nothing,” he would still find him.

As for what would happen next, he hadn’t quite thought it through either. After all, he considered the possibility: he was older and socially far above the young man. It was only natural for the other to be afraid.

His goal wasn’t to coerce him—but to nurture a genuine connection. Everything else could wait and unfold in time.

Buzz—

His phone rang. The caller ID showed: Fu Boxi.

He slid to answer, and that guy’s amused tone came through immediately: “It’s been three days already, and you still haven’t found him?”

Chu Xuyu chuckled coldly.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

“?”

Fu Boxi thought about it for a moment, then seemed to catch on.

He clicked his tongue.

“How would I know where they got the invitation? They insisted I hand over the guest info, but I couldn’t track it down either.”

Chu Xuyu: “…”

‘Then why the hell are you calling to mess with me?’

He snapped,“I’m hanging up.”

Fu Boxi: “Hey! Wait!”

Chu Xuyu: “?”

Fu Boxi: “Are you sure he’s a college student?”

Chu Xuyu: “?”

Fu Boxi: “Not a high schooler or something?”

Chu Xuyu: “???”

The CEO was utterly shocked.

“Are you trying to get me thrown in jail?”

Chu Xuyu laughed angrily.

“You’re the only one who’s thought this far ahead.”

Fu Boxi: “…”

But seriously—he suspected the kid might actually be in high school.

As the host of the matchmaking event and a psychologist by profession, Fu Boxi had organized it to help his friend figure out his sexual orientation and maybe meet a decent guy for some ambiguous chemistry. He wouldn’t have bothered otherwise.

He had strictly screened and sent out invites only to trusted people in their circle. There was no way outsiders should’ve known about the event at the Oak Pavilion.

Now that this had happened, his only guess was that some actor friend had leaked the e-invitation to his celebrity girlfriend, whose younger brother brought a group of high school buddies to crash the party.

After all—

They had recovered a notebook from the venue. After investigation, the type of Chinese crabapple blossom tucked inside was unique—only found on old campuses in the historical district.

At first, Chu Xuyu thought this theory was ridiculous.

But when he heard that the notebook was dropped near the place where the boy had escaped, it lined up with the bodyguard’s report.

“What notebook?” he asked.

Fu Boxi said, “I had someone send it to you. Check it when it arrives.”

Chu Xuyu: “Got it.”

He didn’t know what exactly it contained, but his gut told him it could be the clue he’d been searching for.

The two were used to bickering. After hanging up, even Fu Boxi was stunned—Chu Xuyu had actually accepted his help. He must really be serious this time.

From Chu Xuyu’s perspective, that wasn’t far off. He truly felt like he had met someone special—someone he wanted to pursue.

About half an hour later, the notebook arrived.

He flipped through it—and found that only the first page had writing. The neat, youthful handwriting showed hints of calligraphy talent, but it was the contents that really grabbed his attention.

“…”

Following his friend’s suspicion that the boy might be a high schooler, he ordered a follow-up investigation.

And the results genuinely shocked him—in a good way.

Name: Jiang Tian

Age: 18

School: Ningcheng No. 3 High School

…and an attached ID photo. Handsome and bright.

Chu Xuyu’s breath quickened. His gaze stuck to the boy’s face, and in that moment, he decided—

Even if it took every trick in the book, he was going to keep this one by his side.

Meanwhile, at the Jiang household:

Jiang Tian’s parents had just returned from the airport, picking up their daughter who had completed her PhD overseas.

Back home, Jiang Jing was unpacking her suitcase full of goodies from Seoul when she heard her little brother had been feeling unwell.

“What happened to Xiao Tian?”

Her younger brother was still in school. Since she hadn’t seen him yet, Jiang Jing tensed up.
“Did he get hurt playing soccer again?!”

Mother Jiang shook her head, worried.

“No…”

Seeing her hesitating, Father Jiang sighed.

“We suspect he’s dealing with something stressful—some kind of emotional pressure.”

“The night he came back from studying late, he went out to hang around. Since then, he’s been tossing and turning all night, unable to sleep.”

“We tried asking him, but he’s kept quiet. Now he’s always tired, with dark circles under his eyes. We really don’t know what to do.”

Jiang Jing was stunned. She figured her brother must’ve run into something upsetting while out that night.

She had been studying abroad all this time, and her younger brother had been taking care of their aging parents. Now that she was back, it was her turn to worry about him.

She reassured them, “Don’t worry, Mom and Dad. I’ll talk to him when he gets home from school—he won’t hide anything from me.”

“If there really is a problem, we’ll come up with a solution together.”

***

That evening

Jiang Tian returned home from school, had dinner with his parents and sister, and thought he was acting completely normal.

But after his sister brought him to his room and gave him a bunch of anime figurines as gifts, she casually asked if he was under any academic stress.

Jiang Tian had already secured early admission to Beijing University and was a top student.
He quickly realized what she was really asking—clearly, their parents had spoken to her about his condition.

In the cozy, softly lit bedroom, Jiang Tian pursed his lips and said quietly:

“Jie… lately, I keep having nightmares.”

He would occasionally relive past experiences in his dreams—the fear of losing his parents. That kind of pain was far too much for a child in kindergarten to bear.

Jiang Jing was stunned silent as she listened to her younger brother speak. It brought her right back to those childhood memories.

Back then—

Jiang Jing had been in sixth grade, more mature than most kids her age. She remembered every detail vividly.

She would never forget the day they got the news from a relative. She rushed to the kindergarten to pick up her brother. The two of them had cried so hard they were gasping for air.

But Jiang Jing calmed down quickly. As the older sister, she was the only one who could take care of the younger Jiang Tian. For several nights in a row, she stayed up soothing her little brother who kept waking up from nightmares.

She especially remembered—

Jiang Tian once told her he had made a deal with a little puppy in his dream: if he completed the task, their parents could come back.

At the time, Jiang Jing hadn’t taken it seriously. Immersed in the fear fueled by the news, she forced herself to stay calm and just comforted her brother, telling him not to think too much about it. She had even given him a notebook to draw in as a distraction.

Of course, Jiang Tian had no talent for drawing. Instead, he wrote in the notebook. Jiang Jing couldn’t even remember what he wrote anymore.

Maybe it was all too dark to process. If not for the massive search effort funded by a powerful conglomerate, both siblings knew their parents would have never returned.

But now—

No matter how much Jiang Jing pressed him, her brother sensed her worry and tried to downplay it, saying it wasn’t a big deal and that she shouldn’t be too concerned.

Jiang Jing: “…”

How could I not be worried?

Jiang Jing contacted a friend in psychology. After explaining the situation, she learned that her brother might be experiencing Childhood PTSD—post-traumatic stress disorder. When past trauma repeatedly resurfaces through nightmares, it affects both the body and the mind.

More than that—

Her little brother might even be experiencing hallucinations. Whether psychological or physical, as his older sister, she needed to pay extra attention to those signs.

Elsewhere.

Returning to his own room from his sister’s, Jiang Tian lay in bed, staring at the ceiling with a tangle of emotions in his heart.

He really didn’t know how to explain that lately, in his dreams, he had been turning into a weak little puppy—chased relentlessly by a terrifying big bad wolf, until he was caught and imprisoned in a place no one could find him.

“…”

It was all psychological trauma caused by that night.

He hadn’t told anyone about what had happened—not even Lu Qiao or the others. He had hoped to pretend it had never happened and just carry on with life. But then he realized… his notebook was missing.

That notebook held his secrets, along with handwriting from his childhood. If the man found it, he might—

Jiang Tian had been sure someone was following him when he left the Oak Pavilion that night.

As he turned these thoughts over and over in his head, he debated whether he should try to retrieve the notebook. But that could expose his identity—walk straight into the lion’s den. Once again, he spent the whole night tossing and turning.

The next morning.

Lu Qiao took the initiative to ask what exactly had happened. Jiang Tian, still half-asleep, ended up blurting out everything about what had gone on with Mr. Chu.

“……”

Both of them fell into stunned silence.

Lu Qiao, alarmed: “Tian-Ge, this is really serious. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”

Jiang Tian: “It’s not that serious…”

Lu Qiao: “Not serious?!”

He leaned closer, staring at Jiang Tian’s dark circles, feeling wracked with guilt.
“I never should’ve dragged you along…”

Before he could finish, Zhao Yuanhao and his new boyfriend appeared. The two had gotten closer after spending time at the party and had confirmed their relationship.

Zhao Yuanhao, unaware of the situation, asked: “What are you guys talking about?”

Jiang Tian didn’t say anything. Lu Qiao also felt awkward and scratched his face: “N-nothing, really.”

Zhao Yuanhao: “Why’re you two acting so sketchy?”

“I was just about to ask if you wanna come out—there’s a new KTV that opened in the East District. Wanna go this weekend for my birthday?”

The two quickly agreed. It wasn’t a big deal—just another group hangout after soccer. Plus, it was their bro’s birthday—how could they not go?

Jiang Tian naturally said yes, but when he mentioned it to his sister, Jiang Jing insisted on picking him up afterward. She reminded him again that with his current condition, if he ever started experiencing hallucinations or felt unwell, he needed to contact her immediately.

“…Alright.”

Jiang Tian didn’t say much more. The hallucinations had already stopped ever since the notebook went missing, and nothing unusual had happened in the past few days.

Maybe he was just overthinking everything. Life had returned to normal—for now.

He no longer lived in constant fear. Though the puppy ears were still hidden at home, he occasionally thought about what happened that night. He couldn’t forget the strange tingling sensation when the man had licked his ear.

Until the day of the birthday party.

After dinner at Haidilao, the group headed upstairs via elevator. The reflection of the cold-faced teenager appeared in the mirrored elevator doors—his expression indifferent and unapproachable.

But the symptoms returned suddenly.

He heard that familiar voice again. The mischievous border collie puppy whispered in his ear like a devil fanning the flames—

“Not enough! Not nearly enough!”

“You ran away after just touching his hand?!”

“Tonight, you have to pounce on him—push him down on the couch, kiss him ‘til his lips swell, touch him all over, then f* him hard!”**

Jiang Tian was horrified.

He was just a high schooler—why did the voice keep telling him to do such horrible things?!

Ding—

The elevator doors opened.

Jiang Tian stepped out with his friends… and suddenly froze in place.

Not far away, he saw a familiar figure. The man stood in the dim light, sweeping a seemingly casual yet penetrating gaze across him.

At that moment—he hadn’t even seen the man’s face clearly.

But he noticed something in his hand.

It was the notebook he had lost.

And instantly, Jiang Tian realized—

He might be screwed.

“…”

He never should’ve pushed that man so hard.