Day: December 16, 2024

Chapter 59 – Goodbye

Chapter 59: Goodbye

 

On the day of the blessing ceremony, Fu Sha arrived at the Phoenix Clan’s territory.

 

“Phoenix,” he said, “I have something to discuss with this black dragon. Could you give us a moment?”

 

The blessing ceremony was about to start, and the surrounding phoenixes were bustling with preparations for the feast. Su Muluo, upon hearing this, glanced at the dragon next to him and said, “His name is Long Ling.”

 

“Also, can’t whatever you want to say be said here?”

 

“There are some things related to the Dragon Clan that are not suitable to discuss here,” Fu Sha replied. “Don’t worry. After what happened last time, I’ve thought it through and won’t do anything to him.”

 

Su Muluo frowned slightly, clearly not convinced. Just as he was about to refuse, Long Ling spoke up, “Phoenix, let me go. After all, he can’t do anything to me.”

 

Fu Sha: “……”

 

Su Muluo and Long Ling exchanged glances. After a few seconds, Su Muluo said, “Alright, but don’t go too far. You must return within fifteen minutes.”

 

After all, this was the Phoenix territory. He didn’t believe Fu Sha would dare to do anything to Long Ling here, but some precautions were still necessary.

 

Long Ling nodded and left with Fu Sha.

 

Outside the Phoenix territory not long after, Long Ling looked at Fu Sha with indifference and said, “What is it?”

 

Fu Sha looked him up and down and didn’t answer the previous question. Instead, he said, “Do you know what Su Muluo means to his people?”

 

Long Ling raised an eyebrow slightly but remained silent.

 

Fu Sha continued, “The first phoenix in the world once possessed the power of Nirvana. For her, there was no death, only rebirth. Later, this same phoenix created the current Phoenix Clan, but for some reason, she gave up her Nirvana power, ended her life, and chose to return to death.”

 

Long Ling said, “I know that.” The phoenix had told him about this when he was young.

 

“Then you should also know that since the death of the first phoenix, for thousands of years, no other phoenix born from her has possessed the power of Nirvana,” Fu Sha said. “Except for Su Muluo—the only white phoenix in the Phoenix Clan and the only phoenix born with the power of Nirvana.”

 

“His existence is as significant to the Phoenix Clan as the first phoenix was. If he has descendants, they are likely to inherit the power of Nirvana as well… This means the Phoenix Clan would regain what it has long lost.”

 

When Long Ling heard Fu Sha’s words, he wasn’t thinking about the so-called Nirvana power but rather about Su Muluo’s potential descendants.

 

If phoenixes had offspring, would they be a bunch of fluffy little birds? As adorable as phoenixes?

 

No, phoenixes can’t reproduce. If he has descendants, it means he and someone else…

 

At this point, Long Ling’s eyes darkened slightly and he asked, “What exactly are you trying to say?”

 

“What I want to say is already quite clear,” Fu Sha said. “Regardless of whether Su Muluo has descendants, his status among his people is extremely special. He could even be the key to the Phoenix Clan regaining the power of Nirvana—so do you think they would allow you to be with him?”

 

Fu Sha had more to say and wanted to deliver a full blow to the black dragon before him. However, Long Ling calmly looked at him and said, “They would.”

 

“A while ago, I told them I wanted to marry the phoenix. They even encouraged me to go for it.”

 

Fu Sha: “……”

 

Long Ling wasn’t lying. This happened just a few days ago, and he had said it in front of Su Muluo and Shuang Li—of course, shortly afterward, he was made to stand outside the small building for a full fifteen minutes, amidst Shuang Li and the others’ applause and cheers.

 

“Why do you think other phoenixes care about the power of Nirvana as much as you do?” Long Ling said. “The phoenixes here are all very nice. They aren’t like you and don’t have so many crooked thoughts.”

 

Although he had only met Fu Cha twice, he felt extremely uncomfortable around him… like the kind of person who would resort to lowly means to achieve his goals.

 

Anyway, he was nothing like the phoenixes who had watched him grow up.

 

Upon hearing Long Ling’s words, Fu Cha’s eyes flashed with obvious anger. Just as he was about to retort—

 

Boom!

 

In an instant, countless heavenly thunders descended from the sky, as if an upside-down sea poured down, with a deafening roar that engulfed the entire Phoenix territory in an instant!

 

The scene was terrifying beyond words, with thousands of white thunderbolts resembling monstrous dragons weaving through the air, creating dazzling flashes of lightning. Wherever the thunder struck, all things perished, turning night into day, yet resembling a scene from hell.

 

“…”

 

Upon witnessing this, Long Ling couldn’t react at all. His mind went blank, and he stood frozen in place, as if nailed down and unable to move.

 

At that moment, he even thought he was dreaming, as everything seemed so unreal, like a scene from a dream.

 

But soon, he snapped out of this nightmare, and as he finally realized what was happening, he felt like he had plunged into an icy abyss, his whole body shivering with cold, even his bones freezing.

 

The phoenix… his phoenix… and the others…

 

Long Ling trembled all over, followed by an overwhelming rage. Without hesitation, he transformed back into his original form and roared as he charged towards the rolling heavenly thunder—

 

However, at the same time, an invisible and irresistible force instantly spread out, forming a thick barrier that enveloped the Phoenix territory. Outsiders couldn’t enter nor could they see what was happening inside.

 

It was as if the person who brought down the heavenly thunder was hypocritically merciful, targeting only one clan and sparing the innocent. It was also like an ugly fig leaf, preventing outsiders from seeing the massacre he had wrought upon the Phoenix clan, unaware of their demise.

 

But the Black Dragon still didn’t stop. Its eyes burning crimson, it roared fiercely, repeatedly crashing against the barrier as if driven mad.

 

Such impacts felt like mountains collapsing, shaking the earth within a hundred miles—yet the barrier remained unmoved, until the Black Dragon’s flesh and blood blurred, showing no signs of breaking.

 

Fu Cha observed all this with immense astonishment at first, then a wave of intense fear surged within him. Without lingering, he transformed into a golden dragon and fled at the fastest speed without looking back.

 

Afterwards, it seemed like an eternity passed, perhaps minutes, perhaps days. The heavenly thunder subsided, and the barrier silently dissipated, leaving only the Black Dragon lying in a pool of blood on the ground. Its red eyes reflected the devastated Phoenix territory after the thunder calamity—

 

Once exquisite buildings now lay in ruins, once perennially blooming flowers were gone.

 

The high platform erected for the ritual was now empty, devoid of the sumptuous feast and fresh fruits.

 

The Phoenixes who had been preparing for the grand banquet with laughter and joy… all gone.

 

Only torrential rain continued to pour down, unable to wash away the air filled with the stench of blood and burnt flesh. The land cracked and darkened like charcoal, the entire Phoenix territory lifeless and devoid of any vitality.

 

The Black Dragon’s eyes widened in agony, letting out a hoarse and mournful cry, vomiting large amounts of blood.

 

Boom!

 

A thunderous roar streaked across the night sky, briefly illuminating the Phoenix territory. It was in that moment that the Black Dragon saw a figure with white hair and robes lying in a corner.

 

Its pupils contracted abruptly. Without hesitation, it transformed back into human form, gritting its teeth as it crawled over and embraced the person.

 

Although his once sleek and beautiful black hair had turned white, Long Ling recognized him from his back alone.

 

It was Su Muluo… his Phoenix.

 

Trembling, Long Ling gently touched Su Muluo’s cold face. For a brief moment, he had some hope, but the next moment, he almost despaired upon realizing that Su Muluo’s Phoenix aura was weak, and his demonic energy was dissipating bit by bit.

 

The unique power of Nirvana, belonging solely to Su Muluo, had been completely exhausted.

 

During the recent thunder calamity, he was the only one in the Phoenix territory not struck by the heavenly thunder.

 

He watched helplessly as his people were swallowed by the thunder— from the elder who had held his hand since childhood, to Frost Li whom he had known for many years, and even Ying Shu who liked to make faces at Frost Li, along with all the other clan members who had accompanied him all the way, all turned into nothingness amidst the thunderous deluge.

 

He exhausted all his strength, even the power of Nirvana that could have brought him back to life… yet he couldn’t save a single person.

 

At that moment, Su Muluo felt all hope slipping away. He felt his life slipping away, his soul drifting aimlessly above the Phoenix territory.

 

He saw Long Ling, covered in wounds but still holding him up— but in his spiritual state, he had lost all emotions, and watching this scene felt like watching a dream unrelated to himself.

 

At that moment, all he could think was, thankfully, this little dragon had survived.

 

—However, the next moment, he felt as if he were being watched. He looked up and saw a pair of cold eyes in the sky.

 

Those eyes seemed oblivious to Su Muluo’s soul, staring down coldly at his barely breathing body, filled with disappointment and disgust.

 

But soon, the expression in those eyes changed.

 

At the same time, Su Muluo felt a powerful force pulling him, dragging him slowly back into his body—

 

The dazed state of his spiritual form dissipated, and emotions surged back. Su Muluo’s eyes widened in disbelief as he saw dark energy seeping from Long Ling’s body. This dark energy flowed into him like Long Ling’s very life, restoring the color to his pale, withered face.

 

His spiritual form was no longer under his control but was forcibly dragged back. At the moment his soul and body were about to fully merge, he looked up again and saw that the eyes in the sky had a look of joy, closely watching Long Ling—

 

Suddenly, Su Muluo seemed to realize something. He glimpsed something he shouldn’t have seen from those eyes, a chill running up his spine. He tried to warn Long Ling to stop immediately—but in his spiritual state, he couldn’t speak.

 

A second later, Su Muluo was fully back in his body. After briefly feeling Long Ling’s tight embrace and warmth… he lost consciousness.

 

What followed was several days of deep sleep. In his dreams, Su Muluo saw his clan members coming one by one to bid him farewell. Some smiled at him, while others watched him silently.

 

Ying Shu made a face at him as usual, and the elder gently stroked his hair. The last to come was Frost Li, who squatted in front of Su Muluo and sighed.

 

“Clan leader, don’t blame yourself,” Frost Li said. “It wasn’t your fault. The Phoenix clan’s fate was sealed, and no one could change it.”

 

Su Muluo looked at him. Perhaps because it was a dream, despite his reddened eyes and the thousand things he wanted to say… he couldn’t cry out or utter a single word.

 

“Remember not to stay up too late, wear more clothes in winter, and don’t be too eager for coolness in summer,” Frost Li muttered. “We’re not around to remind you, so I’m saying a few extra things now. Don’t get annoyed.”

 

He paused, then recalled something, and added, “Oh, and Long Ling will take good care of you!”

 

After saying this, he quietly watched Su Muluo for a while, giving him a reassuring smile. “We’re leaving now. Don’t be sad, and don’t think about us too much. Life is long, and there will always be separations.”

 

“—Clan leader, goodbye.”

 

Frost Li stood up, waved at Su Muluo, and, behind him, all the Phoenixes turned and slowly walked away.

 

—When Su Muluo woke up, his face was already streaked with tears.

 

Immediately, he was tightly held in someone’s embrace. A deep, hoarse voice spoke near his ear, gently calling out the word “Phoenix.”

 

Su Muluo looked up to meet dark golden eyes filled with bloodshot veins… and in the next moment, Long Ling deeply kissed his lips.

 

This was their first kiss after experiencing a life-and-death separation.


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Chapter 23 – “Ew–you’re such a pervert.”

At 10:30 PM, the area outside the Lanshan Apartments was so dark that one couldn’t see their fingers. In the living room, the lightbulb flickered on and off, creating an atmosphere that was automatically set to the creepiest level.

Gu Lizhou, being a master storyteller who could churn out tens of thousands of words daily and dominate the rankings, effortlessly spun a chilling midnight ghost story. Paired with the eerie ambiance of the old apartment building, Zhong Weishi found himself utterly captivated, almost believing every word.

“The girl was wearing a striking red cheongsam before she died. Her hair was disheveled, and her body wasn’t discovered until several days after she hanged herself. During the autopsy, they found that one of her high heels was missing…”

Hugging a small cushion tightly, Zhong Weishi shrunk into a ball, “Where did it go?”

“No one knows ah. Later, the residents here started feeling a heavy pressure on their shoulders and necks, they went to the hospital but they couldn’t find anything wrong. An old neighbor’s granny advised one of them to consult a Taoist priest. At that time, that priest brought out a Bagua mirror…”

Zhong Weishi listened intently, his mouth slightly agape.

Gu Lizhou, mastering the pacing of his story, suddenly raised his voice at the climax, “And in the Bagua mirror, a shadow appeared! She was hanging right where you’re sitting now!!”

“fvck!” Zhong Weishi felt something tap his shoulder and leapt up instantly. “You-you-you-you, stop talking about this… in the middle of the night!”

Gu Lizhou retracted his arm and leaned back, revealing a triumphant smirk. “Can you still sleep?”

“Why can’t I sleep.”

Though slightly spooked, Zhong Weishi retained his rationality. He knew that ghosts and monsters only existed in novels and TV.

He pulled out his phone and played a song, intending to take it to the bathroom for his shower. “It’s not like I killed her. If she’s looking for someone, it should be her scumbag ex-boyfriend.”

Gu Lizhou was about to make up something even more terrifying when Zhong Weishi cut him off with a look of driving ducks into the water,1Chinese idiom which typically implies someone forcing or ruching another to do something, often with little choice or patience involved. Just like how one might drive ducks into water without their full cooperation. “Why are you still here? Go to bed. I’m going to shower. Or do you want to stay and watch?”

“Go ahead and shower. I’ll just sit here a bit longer,” Gu Lizhou crossed his legs and sat down on the sofa. He was ready to perform a live demonstration of falling asleep right there. After all, it was hot, and crashing on the couch for the night didn’t seem like a bad idea.

“Tsk, tsk. You feel the yin energy here is too strong? My yang energy is abundant. Let me balance it out for you so you don’t get possessed.”

Zhong Weishi felt his nonsense was becoming more and more ridiculous. Suspicious, he asked, “You’re not scared to go back, are you?”

“Ha!” Gu Lizhou let out a cold laugh. “As if. You go shower first, and I’ll leave when you’re done.”

“To be my protector ah? So kind?” Zhong Weishi laughed.

Gu Li Zhou: “When did I treat you badly?”

Just then, Zhong Weishi’s phone chimed.

[Cao Zhiheng]: Little guy, my girlfriend is staying over tonight, so I don’t have an extra room. At this hour, it’s hard to get a ride, so could you let Old Gu stay at your place for the night?

Realization dawned on Zhong Weishi. He replied with a “Sure.”

[Cao Zhiheng]: Sorry to bother you!

[Cao Zhiheng]: He’s mostly fine, just really grumpy when he wakes up. Don’t talk to him in the morning. I’ll treat you to a meal sometime!

After replying, Zhong Weishi turned his head to glance at the one who was now sitting cross-legged on the sofa, looking like he was meditating. He couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

God damn balancing yin and yang.

How had he not noticed before that this guy was full of crap?

“What are you laughing at?” Gu Lizhou frowned, “Why don’t you hurry up and take a shower?”

His tone was so brusque, it was as if he were the master of the house.

“Oh,” Zhong Weishi didn’t say anything. He held his clothes and headed into the bathroom.

Gu Lizhou looked around at his family’s old house.

The landlord likely bought this apartment just to rent it out. They had simply repainted the walls and added some new appliances, but most of the furnishings remained unchanged, only moved around slightly.

The tables, chairs, and stools were the same ones Gu Lizhou had used as a child, even the sofa beneath him now.

The solid wood furniture was incredibly durable; decades later, it had only a bit of surface wear and tear. The armrest still bore the circular burn mark left by his grandfather’s cigarette.

Curled up on the sofa, Gu Lizhou glanced at the TV, which was replaying a legal program. The host’s deep, resonant voice was as familiar as ever.

It was as if time had traveled back to the summer of more than twenty years ago.

“Hey, old man, where did you pick up this little kitten ah?”

“Got it from the factory. Old Li’s family’s cat had a whole litter of kittens, and they’re all so beautifully colored. Zhou Zhou, come out and see what I brought back for you!”

“Kittens!”

“Like it?”

“Like it!”

The little kitten sniffed around on the floor, occasionally tripping over its own feet as if performing a comedy act.

“Why did you suddenly think of getting a cat?”

“Zhou Zhou spends weekends at home alone—it’s boring for him. A kitten will keep him company.”

“Zhou Zhou, eat more so you can grow taller. Look at Old Cao’s son. He never likes eating and is always drinking soda, which is why he’s so scrawny—just a skinny little bamboo stick. You need to eat your greens.”

“Ai–I don’t want to grow taller. I want braised pork.”

“Eat the vegetables first and then eat the meat.”

“But Grandpa didn’t eat any vegetables! He’s already eaten two pieces of meat!”

“Hahaha… you little rascal.”

The little boy, barely over a meter tall, hugged the kitten tightly as he curled up on the sofa. His grandmother’s palm-leaf fan would wave gently, lulling him through a lazy summer afternoon.

The warm smiles and gentle voices of his grandparents seemed to reappear vividly before his eyes. Gu Lizhou chuckled softly at the memory, but soon found the tip of his nose stinging with a hint of sadness.

He laughed because their lives had been filled with love and care for him. But the pain came from how they had passed away—neither peacefully.

Grandpa had terminal stomach cancer, and grandma, overwhelmed by depression, followed him shortly after.

The day his grandfather passed, Gu Lizhou was still at school, unable to make it back in time to see him one last time—a regret that lingered with him to this day.

Zhong Weishi secretly cracked the bathroom door open to sneak a glance. He saw Gu Lizhou stretch lazily before flopping down onto the sofa in a perfectly shameless move.

This wave of rogue operation was quite skillful ah!

When Zhong Weishi finished his shower and came out, Gu Lizhou was still lying in the same position, curled up on the sofa, hugging a small cushion.

A 32-year-old man cuddling a pillow adorned with a cartoon puppy—it was such an absurd yet oddly endearing sight.

The air conditioner in the living room was broken, and the small oscillating fan blew rhythmic puffs of air, causing Gu Lizhou’s T-shirt to billow slightly, revealing a small section of his waist. The gentle curve of his torso, combined with the way his side-lying posture highlighted his collarbones peeking from under his neckline, gave an unexpectedly striking impression.

Even Gu Lizhou’s hair was meticulously styled with hair spray, maintaining a handsome look even as he lounged.

In Zhong Weishi’s eyes, this man was simply flirty as hell.

He hadn’t planned to wake Gu Lizhou, but seeing how his long legs had no place to stretch out, awkwardly curled up on the narrow sofa, made him look a little pitiful.

The two-seater sofa was clearly too small to accommodate the man. If he stayed like this until morning, he was bound to wake up with a stiff back, sore waist, and cramping legs.

Letting Gu Lizhou crash for a night wasn’t a big deal at all, especially since he had covered two months of rent in advance. Honestly, if he wanted to stay here, Zhong Weishi wouldn’t have minded. What he didn’t understand was why Gu Lizhou needed to come up with such a ridiculous excuse to stay.

Bending down, Zhong Weishi poked Gu Lizhou’s arm, silently guessing that the man would play dead.

Sure enough, Gu Lizhou didn’t disappoint. He even added an extra flourish by letting out a rhythmic, believable snore.

The sound wasn’t exaggerated but naturally deep and steady.

“Hey, rich man,” Zhong Weishi muttered, curling a finger and flicking Gu Lizhou’s beauty peak. “Wake up, the moon’s shining on your ass already.”

Gu Lizhou’s eyebrows twitched slightly, but he simply rolled over to face the back of the sofa, pressing his forehead against the gap. A low, hoarse grunt escaped his throat.

The general meaning was: I’m already asleep, leave me alone.

His calm and composed performance was so convincing that even Zhong Weishi had to admit defeat.

Pushing lightly on Gu Lizhou’s shoulder, Zhong Weishi whispered, “You’re really not going to shower ah? Is this how rich people live, just roughing it like this?”

Gu Lizhou’s eyebrows twitched and didn’t move.

Leaning in closer, Zhong Weishi blew a soft puff of air near his ear. “Hey, did you hear me ah? The spot you’re lying on is where the ghost hanged herself ah. Don’t you feel a little heavy on your shoulders?”

When he got close, he could smell a faint tobacco odor on the other person.

It was enough to stir up Zhong Weishi’s cravings for a cigarette.

“I just heard something strange in the bathroom. It was kind of creepy…” Zhong Weishi propped his hands on his knees as he leaned in to whisper near Gu Lizhou’s ear. “How about you move to my room instead, huh?”

Internally, Gu Lizhou celebrated with a triumphant ‘Yes’ but afraid that waking up too suddenly would seem fake. He let out a few groggy grunts for a long time, then finally furrowed his brows and put on an expression that screamed ‘Oh, when did you get here?’ Before asking groggily, “You’re done showering?”

“Ah,” Zhong Weishi nodded. “I’ve finished. So, are you heading back now?”

WTF!?

That’s not what you said earlier!

Gu Li Zhou’s heart roared.

En?” Zhong Weishi raised an eyebrow, looking smug.

Clearing his throat, Gu Lizhou rubbed his ears dramatically. “Uh, did I hear something move? I didn’t catch it clearly; I must’ve been asleep.”

Zhong Weishi chuckled, too lazy to call him out. “Go shower, then come to my room to keep balancing the energy. My place has heavy yin energy—I keep hearing marbles dropping on the floor.”

“Oh!? Really?” Gu Lizhou jumped at the opportunity. “Didn’t know you were so timid. Well, in that case, I suppose I have no choice but to reluctantly help you analyze the situation.”

Zhong Weishi: “…”

Gu Lizhou said he was going back to grab a change of clothes, but after about ten minutes with no sign of him returning, Zhong Weishi’s curiosity got the better of him. Peeking out, he spotted Gu Lizhou crouching in an odd posture outside apartment 303.

No key?

“What are you do…” The rest of the sentence never made it out of his mouth. Zhong Weishi was abruptly spun around, one arm locking tightly across his chest while the other clamped firmly over his mouth.

He tried to push the arm away but couldn’t budge it.

“Shh!—” Gu Lizhou’s voice, along with the heat of his breath, tickled Zhong Weishi’s ear.

Zhong Weishi could feel it—the warmth of Gu Lizhou’s breathing, his fingertips, his entire body. The heat from their skin-to-skin contact spread a sticky, oppressive warmth.

“Mmph! Mmph!” (Let me go!)

“Don’t say anything.”

Zhong Weishi nodded, following Gu Lizhou’s gaze which happened to be the couch in the living room of 303.

There were no lights on in the house.

The faint glow of the TV screen flickered intermittently, outlining two indistinct human figures on the couch. That long-lost couple, reunited at last, was currently engaged in a not suitable for children, overly romantic French-style pastime.

Zhong Weishi let out an ‘ugh’ and muttered in distaste. “You’re such a pervert, spying on other people kissing.”

Gu Lizhou lowered his voice as well. “You think I want to? I just didn’t feel like barging in and interrupting them.”

Zhong Weishi didn’t buy his excuse, “then you’re still watching.”

“I’m waiting for a moment when walking in wouldn’t be awkward,” Gu Lizhou explained seriously. “I thought they’d finish quickly, but I didn’t expect it to be so long-lasting.”

The two of them crouched side by side by the windowsill, resembling a pair of mischievous cats about to steal fish, with only their eyes peeking out.

Cao Zhiheng, with one arm around his girlfriend’s neck, seemed utterly lost in the moment. The more he kissed, the more fervent it became, showing no signs of stopping.

Zhong Weishi’s legs were starting to go numb from squatting. He muttered in a small voice, “I just don’t get it. Why do couples like eating each other’s spit so much? They’ve been at it forever—aren’t their mouths sore yet?”

“..” Gu Lizhou was speechless. Such a romantic act, yet Zhong Weishi somehow managed to make it sound completely unappealing.

As Cao Zhiheng kissed, pinned his girlfriend onto the couch and shifted his kisses to her neck. Zhong Weishi’s eyes widened as if he’d just discovered a new world. He stared intently, practically leaning forward to get a closer look, all while excitedly making wow wow wow noises.

Gu Lizhou hurriedly covered his eyes and mouth, “Go, go, go, children shouldn’t be watching this.”

Zhong Weishi pried Gu Lizhou’s hands off. “I’m an adult!”

“Even if you’re an adult, you still can’t watch.” Gu Lizhou tried to yank him away but failed. He resorted to hooking both arms under Zhong Weishi’s armpits like he was hauling a corpse and dragged him back to 301.

“Why are you like this?” Zhong Weishi planted his hands on his hips. “So it’s okay for the officials to enjoy the show, but the commoners can’t watch?”

“Adult matters. What’s a little brat like you doing getting involved?” Gu Lizhou spread his hands, and said “Where are those imported underwear you were bragging about? Let me take a look.”

Zhong Weishi tossed the bag at him. “A thousand for a pair.”

“Didn’t you say you’d give them to me?”

“That was back when we were friendly neighbors. Now it’s debtor and creditor—totally different dynamic,” Zhong Weishi said.

“Fine, I’ll rent one. Based on a lifespan of three years per pair, it’s a note a day.” Gu Lizhou fished a five-yuan note out of his pocket and slapped it onto the table with a flourish. “Five yuan, keep the change.”

Zhong Weishi laughed so hard his stomach hurt. “Who the hell wears one pair of underwear for three years? Why don’t you calculate based on 30 years? Uncle Cao wasn’t wrong about you—you really are an old beast.”

Gu Lizhou retaliated by chucking a pillow at his forehead. “You little beast!”

A few minutes later, Gu Lizhou heard Zhong Weishi shout from the room, “Do you want to borrow my clothes?”

“Does it cost money?” Gu Lizhou asked. A laugh came from inside.

“You’re allowed to rent it for a day!”

Gu Lizhou laughed and went inside.

Chapter 23

       Jiang Tongyan’s Chinese language skills were indeed lacking, but even he knew what ‘a father’s love is as steady as a mountain’ meant.

       Not only did he understand ‘a father’s love is as steady as a mountain’, but he also knew the phrase ‘the more you try to cover up, the more obvious it is’.

       “Don’t try to cover it up and make it worse.” Jiang Tongyan said, “Qian Xiaoke, just you wait. One day, I’ll shut your mouth myself.”

       Qian Xiaoke pursed his lips subconsciously and fell silent.

       The two of them remained in a stalemate for a while. Qian Xiaoke felt that this couldn’t continue—he couldn’t just waste an entire afternoon without getting anything done, could he?

       “Are we still going to continue this?” Qian Xiaoke asked, “If we’re not continuing today, I’ll go back first.”

       He felt a little guilty and said tentatively, “I have to take the receipt back for reimbursement.”

       The main thing was the receipt.

       Other things can be discussed later. The most urgent thing is to take receipt back for reimbursement. Although buying a phone for Jiang Tongyan was technically a temporary expense on behalf of the company, even so, he didn’t feel at ease about it.

       If the money wasn’t in his own pocket, his heart just was not at ease.

       But Jiang Tongyan wasn’t like Qian Xiaoke. Having grown up accustomed to wealth, he didn’t think much of covering expenses for the company. It wasn’t a big deal in his eyes—it would be reimbursed sooner or later, so what was the rush? For him, the real focus was, ‘Are we still going to continue this?’

       Are we still going to continue this?

       Jiang Tongyan just wanted to sew Qian Xiaoke’s mouth shut, but now his ears had turned red.

       It was really embarrassing. A proper, rich, and handsome man being flustered by a little rascal like this—how shameful.

       If word got out, he’d probably be laughed at.

       Qian Xiaoke saw that he didn’t respond and was a little anxious. He moved forward, “Chairman Jiang…”

       His tone was soft and his voice was faint, as if he was afraid of startling Jiang Tongyan.

       Qian Xiaoke was afraid of startling him, afraid that this obviously absent-minded person would be jolted back to reality, get angry, and then he would have to coax him again.

       So exhausting.

       Qian Xiaoke, a corporate slave, felt that this field trip was really a bit deadly.

       “Chairman Jiang…” Qian Xiaoke’s faint voice floated into Jiang Tongyan’s ears, soft and gentle that it seemed infused with affection.

       Jiang Tongyan turned to look at Qian Xiaoke and suddenly felt that in addition to the sound of the other party calling his name, he seemed to hear the sound of drums.

       After a few seconds, he realised that it was not a drum sound at all but his heartbeat.

       Jiang Tongyan was unwilling to admit that he was seduced by Qian Xiaoke. It was too shameful; it made him feel blind.

       Just a while ago, on the day he first ran into Qian Xiaoke, Jiang Tongyan had been on a blind date. Zhou Mo had introduced him to a man, a flight attendant who matched Jiang Tongyan’s ideal partner criteria in every way, from looks to temperament to personality. It was as if the man had been born for him.

       What was the word again?

       Tailor-made.

       The moment he saw the other person, Jiang Tongyan really thought it was God’s arrangement. Didn’t they say that if God wants to give a man a great task, he must first make him suffer? He felt that he had failed in so many relationships before and had been intercepted by Shen Huiming so many times, all for this encounter.

       What was that person’s name?

       Suo who?

       He couldn’t remember, anyway, Jiang Tongyan liked him very much.

       In the end, because of Qian Xiaoke, he lost everything.

       That day, his nemesis Shen Huiming, had also been there. Originally, Jiang Tongyan should have left with the Suo-surnamed flight attendant. They might’ve gone for a walk, had a drink, and possibly even defined their relationship. But then Qian Xiaoke stumbled drunkenly into the scene, clinging to Jiang Tongyan and refusing to let go. Jiang Tongyan couldn’t shake him off and had to watch as Shen Huiming left with the flight attendant instead.

       How could he not resent him?

       In his opinion, his other half should be like that flight attendant, a high-class beauty with outstanding temperament, not this Qian Xiaoke who…

       Jiang Tongyan frowned and looked at him, searching his mind, but couldn’t think of a suitable word to describe him.

       However, the truth was this, and the reality was another version of the unfolding.

       Destiny is always elusive, and the thing called ‘love’ contained in destiny? Don’t even try to figure it out.  

       Jiang Tongyan did not intend to define his heartbeat for Qian Xiaoke as ‘love’ at this moment. He got goosebumps all over his body just thinking about it. He figured that, as tasty as spicy hotpot might be, he’d still probably choose a Western restaurant

       “Chairman Jiang, how about… let’s continue tomorrow.” Qian Xiaoke looked at the time and was a little anxious.

       He had to get back to the company before getting off work otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to claim reimbursement for those thousands of yuan today.

       The longer this dragged on, the more risks there were. If he couldn’t file for reimbursement today, he’d probably lose sleep over it tonight.  

       Qian Xiaoke was leaving. Jiang Tongyan should be happy, but he glared at him, “You want to run away?”

       Qian Xiaoke was startled, and thought: What’s this now? Who told me to leave quickly just now?

       “This can’t be called running away,” Qian Xiaoke smiled and was willing to sell his soul for the receipt, “Chairman Jiang, we call it another time.”

       Jiang Tongyan was unhappy. Ever since he’d met Qian Xiaoke, he’d had bouts of irritation now and then.

       “Aren’t you going to treat me? I’m not even hard yet, and you want to leave?” Jiang Tongyan poked his eyebrows with his finger, “You said you were responsible for me. I think you are a scumbag who says one thing and does another!”

       Qian Xiaoke, who was suddenly labelled as a ‘scumbag’, didn’t know why he was secretly happy. Although it seemed very unreasonable at first glance for Qian Xiaoke, who read a little too many novels, most of the ‘scumbags’ in BL novels were still followed by the following labels—handsome, and have lots of admirers.

       “…What are you smiling for?” Jiang Tongyan thought Qian Xiaoke might be the one who should see a psychiatrist.

       No, not a psychiatrist. He should go directly to the psychiatric department; this person was obviously mentally unstable.

       “Nothing, I wasn’t smiling.” Qian Xiaoke said, “I am a kind-hearted doctor. I will massage you for another ten minutes.”

       He glanced at the time again, “Chairman Jiang, I really have something to do today, and we will stop here for another ten minutes of massage today.”

       As he spoke, he reached out and shook his hand again.

       “I’ve been thinking about it. There’s no need to stress if today’s treatment doesn’t work,” Qian Xiaoke said as if it was a serious matter. “This kind of massage is different from other kinds. A proper treatment requires skillful techniques. I’ll go home tonight and study more. Maybe tomorrow you’ll feel better.”

       Jiang Tongyan listened to him talking nonsense with an unhappy face, raised his hand and pulled his hair, “What kind of massage is it?”

       Qian Xiaoke smiled, “That kind!”

       He raised his eyebrows, and his smile was mixed with a little bit of vulgarity, “The erotic kind.”

       Jiang Tongyan: “…”

       Qian Xiaoke thought he didn’t understand and continued to explain, “It’s just like what happened between us before. Before you became impotent, didn’t I touch you?”

       Again with this!

       Jiang Tongyan was really angry. He stood up and flipped Qian Xiaoke to the ground.

       Qian Xiaoke hadn’t reacted yet, so Jiang Tongyan grabbed his wrist, bent down, and lifted him up.

       Qian Xiaoke was shocked. He had never been carried like a princess before. Suddenly, his cheeks flushed, and he felt a little shy.

       He put his arms around Jiang Tongyan’s neck and said shyly, “Hey, Chairman Jiang, what are you doing?”

       After asking, he suddenly felt a little regretful. It was really sad that Jiang Tongyan, who had both good looks and good figures, couldn’t get it hard.

       As his thoughts wandered, Jiang Tongyan had already thrown him on the bed.

       The naked man Jiang Tongyan stood by the bed with cold eyes and said with gritted teeth, “Qian Xiaoke, adults should think about the consequences when they do things.”

       “Huh? What?”

       “You pissed me off.” Jiang Tongyan said, “Didn’t you say I was weak? Today, I’ll let you see how hard gege can be!”

       As he said that, Jiang Tongyan lifted his long legs and got on the bed.

       Qian Xiaoke’s heartbeat accelerated, and his whole body was hot. He watched Jiang Tongyan, who pounced on him like a ferocious beast, and suddenly reminded the first time they had.

       The first half of that time, anyway.

       It was quite intense, exciting, and thrilling.

       If someone else did this to him today, he would definitely kick the other person in the crotch. However, this person was Jiang Tongyan, and half of his virginity was already in the other person’s hands. He wished that this person could quickly take the other half.

       Although he was not very satisfied with Jiang Tongyan’s soul, he still coveted what his c0ck got to offer.

       Qian Xiaoke did not resist at all, ready to check how ‘hard’ gege could be.

       However…

       Jiang Tongyan: “…Just leave. Let’s never see each other again.”

       It just…didn’t happen.

       Devastating.


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Chapter 22

       How should one describe this kind of feeling?

       Jiang Tongyan’s grasp of Chinese wasn’t great, and after racking his brain, all he could come up with was: ‘subtle’.

       As for what exactly made it subtle, it was something like fog, like rain, and yet like wind. Like a summer fireball or winter ice.

       In short, it was a stimulus that could only be understood but could not be conveyed in words.

       Qian Xiaoke, for his part, wasn’t particularly experienced in this kind of thing. Deep down, he was actually a reserved and conservative person—though hardly anyone would believe that if he said it out loud, he himself firmly believed it to be true.

       Qian Xiaoke said, “I… it’s my first time…doing it with hands.”

       Jiang Tongyan’s back was against the wall, and he dared not breathe. Yet, within seconds, he couldn’t help but start gasping heavily.  

       Qian Xiaoke said, “We’ll just get a feel for it now, then I’ll go back and study properly tonight, and we will start officially tomorrow.”

       From the way he said it, anyone overhearing might think the two of them were about to do something serious and proper.

       Qian Xiaoke touched him very hard, genuinely putting on the demeanour of treating a patient. He suddenly felt that if he really cured Jiang Tongyan one day, Jiang Tongyan should give him a banner with the words: ‘Miraculous Hands Restoring Life to the Lifeless’.

       He really hoped that Jiang Tongyan could get better; otherwise, he would really feel bad.

       As the two of them went through this process, Jiang Tongyan’s mind soared to a climax, but his body remained completely calm—so calm, in fact, that he even felt a little amused.

       This feeling of being willing but unable to do anything was too maddening. Jiang Tongyan thought that before his body recovered, he might have to talk to a psychologist first.

       Qian Xiaoke squatted there to touch him at first, but later, he felt his legs numb, so he just sat on the carpet.

       In the beginning, Qian Xiaoke felt a bit shy about the whole thing. After all, he was quite pure-hearted, and touching someone like that really embarrassed him. His face instantly turned red when his fingers brushed over the area.

       If something like this happened between two normal people, it might naturally lead to a fiery and indescribable event. However, when it came to these two people, even doing this kind of thing seemed particularly upright and righteous.

       Qian Xiaoke was saving the dying and the wounded.

       Jiang Tongyan was simply the injured patient who couldn’t get hard.

       In contemporary society, where the doctor-patient relationship was so fraught, there would be no story between the two of them.

       Qian Xiaoke was shy for a few minutes and then began to complain, “Why don’t you have any reaction at all?”

       Jiang Tongyan frowned.

       Qian Xiaoke worked for a while and then began to complain again, “Can this work? My arm is a little sore.”

       Jiang Tongyan bit his lip.

       Qian Xiaoke continued to work on him. But this time, he was obviously not as serious as before, lazy, and continued to complain, “Why is there no effect at all? Are you a man?”

       Jiang Tongyan raised his hand and slapped Qian Xiaoke’s hand with a ‘slap’.

       Qian Xiaoke’s hand was slapped red, and he felt a little wronged. Later, he realised that he was just a little bit rude, and he couldn’t blame others for this.

       “Ahem,” Qian Xiaoke said, “Don’t be angry.”

       Jiang Tongyan’s face turned blue, and he pulled the towel to cover himself, “Just go.”

       He looked really weak, pitiful and helpless. The nearly 1.9-meter-tall man shrank into the corner of the room, and Qian Xiaoke actually saw the contrast endearing.

       Qian Xiaoke: “I can’t just leave like this.”

       I still hadn’t gotten what I came for.

       Jiang Tongyan couldn’t hear his inner monologue. Jiang Tongyan assumed that Qian Xiaoke felt that the ‘treatment’ of his illness was ineffective, but he didn’t leave because of ‘man’s responsibility’.

       “You don’t have to act so hypocritical here!” Jiang Tongyan looked up and glared at him, “I can see that you don’t want to cure me at all. You just want to humiliate me!”

       Jiang Tongyan had lived for 30 years and was, after all, a favoured child of the heavens—a natural-born success. Wherever he went, he carried himself with an air of authority, like a true big shot. There were plenty of women and men who admired him—though, of course, the only people he had ever liked were those who liked Shen Huiming.

       But no matter what, he, Jiang Tongyan, was also a decent person. He had never suffered such grievances, such crimes, and had never been humiliated like this since he was a child.

       “Just go.” Jiang Tongyan said, “Let’s not meet again in the future, whether we are destined or not.”

       He was scared now. 

       If he couldn’t provoke the guy, the least he could do was avoid him.

       Originally, Jiang Tongyan returned to China this time to finish the last project with Cheng Sen and discuss returning to China for work. He’d been prepared to accept Cheng Sen’s proposal to help out.

       Of course, his decision to return to work in the country had absolutely nothing to do with Qian Xiaoke. It was entirely for the sake of taking care of his grandparents. He believed that filial piety comes first in life, and since his grandparents insisted on returning to their roots in their old age, he decided to come back to accompany and care for them. Otherwise, being so far away, he truly couldn’t feel at ease.

       But now, because of Qian Xiaoke, he was on the verge of losing the will to live. For the time being, he could only let his grandparents down—this useless grandson of theirs had to make a run for it first.

       Qian Xiaoke sat on the carpet and frowned.

       “What’s that expression on your face?” Jiang Tongyan said to him unhappily, “Are you still feeling wronged?”

       “No, not wronged.” Qian Xiaoke said, “I really don’t mean to humiliate you.”

       Qian Xiaoke tried to make himself look more sincere, “I really want to solve this matter; otherwise, I can’t sleep well.”

       “Yes, you should feel uneasy.” Jiang Tongyan glared at him, “Think about who made me like this? Even if I become a ghost in the future, I will not let you go.”

       Run away now and come back as a ghost for revenge later.

       Although Jiang Tongyan didn’t want to admit it, it was indeed a bit cowardly.

       Qian Xiaoke, who was always optimistic, also felt a little depressed by him. He bent his knees, hugged his hands, and rested his chin on his knees with a grievance.

       Jiang Tongyan looked at him sideways and said impatiently, “What’s that face for? Did I make you impotent or something?”

       After Jiang Tongyan finished speaking, he curled his lips and muttered, “Not that it would make much difference if you were.”

       “What are you talking about!” Qian Xiaoke glared at Jiang Tongyan, and his look was a little coquettish, “Don’t talk nonsense!”

       Jiang Tongyan sneered, “That’s right.”

       “Don’t look down on me!” Qian Xiaoke looked at him viciously, “If you provoke me again, I will r4p3 you!”

       Jiang Tongyan had been fuming, but the comment made him burst out laughing. 

       “What are you dreaming about?” Jiang Tongyan raised his hand and pulled Qian Xiaoke’s hair, “Hey, wake up!”

       Qian Xiaoke tsked and grabbed Jiang Tongyan’s hand.

       The two held hands together. Jiang Tongyan was stunned for a moment, but Qian Xiaoke didn’t think there was anything wrong.

       Qian Xiaoke said, “Be serious. Do you want to be cured or not!”

       Jiang Tongyan stared at their intertwined hand without saying anything.

       “I swear, I’m not trying to humiliate you. It’s just… you need to get used to me,” Qian Xiaoke said, “I am a person who speaks like this, with a sharp tongue and a soft heart. My words might sting a bit, but deep down, I’m looking out for you.”

       “For… me?” Jiang Tongyan didn’t know why his heart was beating a little faster, and his body was a little hot.

       Qian Xiaoke said: “Yes, a father’s love is as steady as a mountain. Although this mountain may make you breathless, this is love.”

       Jiang Tongyan, “…Qian Xiaoke, what did you just say?”

       “Nothing.” Qian Xiaoke said, “I said, I can do it, you can do it too, I can get hard, you can definitely do it too!”


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