Month: December 2024 (Page 2 of 4)

Chapter 23

       When the time on the monitor hit 00:00, the data on the platform’s settlement page was locked, and the finance department began an intense round of financial calculations. The busy anniversary week was finally over, and soon, the results would be revealed.

       Chu Yunhan paced around the office restlessly and almost bumped into the financial director who had walked in. He stared at the page in the other person’s hand, wanting to read it but not daring to look at it, and asked, “…how much is the increase?”

       “8.3%.” The financial director laughed. “Everyone is very happy. It’s really not easy.”

       Hearing this result, Chu Yunhan felt as if a huge firework exploded in his heart, and he was so excited that he wanted to jump up. However, due to the presence of the staff, he could only pretend to be calm. He coughed lightly, concealed his good mood, and said earnestly, “Well, it’s pretty good. Let’s give everyone a rest for the next week. Your department will have to work a little harder to pay out the bonuses.”

       As soon as the financial director left the room, he clenched his fists, made a gesture of victory celebration, and happily smashed the pillows on the sofa to the ceiling.

       He won!

       He finally got rid of Chu Yichen!

       From now on, he is free!

       Chu Yunhan couldn’t wait to go to his old house right now, throw this financial report in Chu Yichen’s face, and show him his results arrogantly. That guy’s face must be…

       When he thought of Chu Yichen’s face, his enthusiasm suddenly dropped by half. Even if that person knew he had won, he would probably just say ‘congratulations’ expressionlessly.

       What a bore.

       Anyway, the result was already set, so there was no rush; waiting a bit would make him appear more composed.

       Chu Yunhan was in a good mood and returned to Qinglan Villa. As soon as he entered the door, he picked up the chubby Auntie Song and spun her around three times.

       “Oh, Young Master, put me down quickly, I’m almost dizzy.” Auntie Song patted his shoulder in annoyance and said, “Why are you so happy today?”

       “My department store held a store celebration and made more than eight points more than last year in one breath. Isn’t it amazing?”

       “Amazing.” Aunt Song didn’t know what the eight points were, but she roughly knew that he would make money, and she was happy in her heart. But when she saw his haggard look, she felt distressed again and couldn’t help nagging, “Look at you, This hair, this beard… Oh my, your eyes are like those of a panda. How many nights have you stayed up? I’ll make you some wolfberry, lotus seed and white fungus soup. You can have a little after taking a bath, and then go to have a good sleep… “

       Chu Yunhan grinned and said, “Okay.”

       Seeing him go upstairs, Auntie Song couldn’t help but sigh, “I haven’t seen him so happy for a long time. He used to like to joke with us like this. Oh dear, if the Master knew that he was so capable, he would definitely be very happy.”

       Feng Tai, on the side, couldn’t help but feel emotional at the scene and sighed, “As long as Young Master is happy.”

 

       It was a sweet sleep, and he didn’t even have any dreams. Early the next morning, Chu Yunhan rushed excitedly to the old house. Unexpectedly, Chu Yichen left him in the study room, and he waited for more than an hour. The initial excitement turned into frustration while waiting. Chu Yunhan couldn’t help but want to go upstairs to find him but was blocked by Bai Xiao standing by the door.

       “What does this mean?” He frowned.

       “Young Master has asked you to wait for him here.”

       He lifted his wrist to reveal his watch, “I’ve been waiting here for almost an hour and a half. Where is he?”

       “Young Master Yun, if you don’t have the patience to wait, you might as well come back another day.”

       “Bai Xiao.” Chu Yunhan’s expression darkened, “If you feel unhappy that I hit you last time, you can hit me back. Stop putting on airs and throwing me attitude.”

       “Young Master Yun must be joking. How dare I.” Bai Xiao looked at him and said coldly, “You should know very well that the only reason you succeeded then was because I wasn’t on guard. You’ve never tasted the pain of being hurt by someone you’re supposed to protect because you’ve always been the one causing harm. But remember this: your reckless, wanton behaviour can only hurt those who don’t expect it from you.”

       “I don’t need you to lecture me.”

       “Of course, you don’t need to.” Bai Xiao raised the corners of his lips a bit mockingly, “I’m just a dog, so I’m not qualified to preach to you. I just need to keep an eye on this door.”

       Seeing the other party acting like this, Chu Yunhan said angrily, “Get out of my way!”

       The two were in a stalemate when a voice sounded outside the door.

       “Bai Xiao.”

       “Young Master…” Bai Xiao turned around and saw Chu Yichen, a look of concern appearing on his face. His gaze immediately shifted to Hei Yu, who was standing beside Chu Yichen. Hei Yu frowned slightly and gave a subtle nod. Bai Xiao stepped aside helplessly and opened the door.

       Chu Yichen walked into the study and sat down on the sofa near the door. He seemed very tired, and his face was without colour. He looked at Chu Yunhan for a while and said, “Congratulations, you are free.”

       Unexpectedly, he was so straightforward. Chu Yunhan held the financial statement in his hand and suddenly felt at a loss. He coughed awkwardly and said, “Then I… will leave first.” When he walked to the door, he heard the man say softly, “Chu Yunhan.”

       He turned around.

       Among the huge walls of books surrounded on three sides, Chu Yichen sat on the sofa and looked sideways at himself. The sunlight casts in the mottled shadows of the trees from the window behind him, and the light and shadow divide the handsome face into two sides with different light and dark sides, one gentle and the other gloomy. Those black eyes seemed to be filled with misty night, and they seemed to be hidden in the shadow of the moon in the drifting clouds, making it difficult to distinguish. The man looked at him deeply, and after a long time, he spoke again, “All properties under your name will be under your control from now on. I will have all the information sent to Qinglan Mansion later.”

       He felt surprised, pursed his lips, and said, ‘Oh’. He then asked, “Is there anything else?”

       “Let Bai Yang follow you. He will be yours from now on.” The man seemed tired, sitting on the back of the sofa, slowly closing his eyes. “Now go.”

       Chu Yunhan walked slowly out of the door and looked back. Bai Xiao had closed the door to the study room. He paused for a moment and walked out.

       “Young Master Yun, where are you going next?” Bai Yang asked, opening the car door for him.

       He was stunned for a while and then said, “Go see my mother.”

       The car slowly drove away from the Chu family’s old residence. He watched the familiar scenery passing by the car window, feeling mixed emotions in his heart.

       He won.

       He finally got rid of Chu Yichen.

       From then on, he was still the glorious Young Master of the Chu family.

       But why was the joy in his heart not as strong as he expected?

       Chu Yichen took away everything from him, forced him to submit with horrific methods, and even almost forced him to death.

       But why was the hatred in his heart not as strong as he expected?

       When he was about to leave, when he was finally free, and when he was looking at that man, what were these indescribable feelings stirring inside? It was as if something weighed heavily on his chest, making each breath feel stifled and uncomfortable.

       Maybe he had Stockholm Syndrome? Chu Yunhan shook his head vigorously and took out his mobile phone with some irritability to broadcast, “It’s me, where are you guys playing tonight, count me in.”

       It didn’t matter if he was in a bad mood. He just needed to have some fun.

 

       After visiting his mother in a nursing home, Chu Yunhan, dressed casually, finally returned to his long-lost nightlife.

       Loud music, swaying lights, wildly twisting bodies on the dance floor, all the unpleasantness was evaporated in the excitement and alcohol. Chu Yunhan had not been so free and unrestrained for a long time. He lazily leaned on the leather sofa in the VIP room and slowly drank the wine from the glass.

       “How come Eldest Young Master Yun has time to fool around with us today? Isn’t that department store going bankrupt because of you?” Lu Yao, who was sitting opposite him, said with a smile.

       “It didn’t close down, and I heard that the profits of the Golden Prosperity store increased a lot during its anniversary. Yesterday, my dad used him as an example to criticise me. He said that the mall I had been in for so many years was not as good as the Eldest Young Master Chu’s, which was there only for three months .” Zhang Fei put his legs on the coffee table and swayed.

       “Tsk, tsk, our Young Master Yun is really amazing.” Zhou Hua gestured with his thumb and said in a high-pitched voice, “I’m almost falling in love with you.”

       The other two burst into laughter.

       “Go away.” Chu Yunhan smiled. He kicked him, and said, “Remember to call me when you go out to play in the future.” After pausing, he added, “Also, I’ve taken over a few businesses, so let me know if there’s any profitable news.”

       Lu Yao said, “Hey, are you going to work seriously now? Honestly, did your iceberg cousin force you to do it?”

       “There’s no need to mention him..” Chu Yunhan glanced at him, “I’m here to have fun today. What’s so fun about him?”

       Zhou Hua looked at his phone and grinned, “I know you were busy some time ago, and I was afraid that you would get bored, so I specially called a few girls to come over to help with the fun. Do you still remember that Nuannuan?” Seeing his not-remembering-look, he reminded, “The model with big breasts and big butt, sexy as hell, and a baby face… Hey, that’s the one you took out for the night, gave her 20,000 yuan, and asked me to give the money back to you…”

       “Oh.” Now that it was mentioned, he did vaguely remember.

       “She became famous in an online drama a while ago, and her current net worth is not ordinary. I asked her several times but she never came. This time when I said you were here, she said she was free.” Zhou Hua looked at his phone, ” She said she would arrive in a short while and she would bring several young models from her company with her.”

       “It seems there’s some mutual interest; it all depends on whether Young Master Yun is heartless or not.” Zhang Fei joked.

       Chu Yunhan raised his lips and smiled but said nothing. He had indeed been in a state of high pressure and depression during this period. It would be nice to have a well-behaved girl to keep him company.

       As the name suggests, Nuannuan1nuan means warm was very considerate, gentle and lovely. Once Chu Yunhan was released from the ban, he inevitably indulged and drank a little too much. He put his arms around her and entered the hotel’s dedicated suite. He was forced by Chu Yichen to accept a man before, and later, he was busy working in a department store. He had no time to find a woman to relieve his desire. Now, the other woman took the initiative to throw herself into his arms, making him feel hot all over.

       He opened the door and kicked off his shoes, lifted the woman and threw her on the big bed, then pressed her on her. As their lips and tongues intertwined, they had already taken off each other’s clothes. After some rubbing and teasing foreplay, he straightened his waist and penetrated into the already her already wet place.

       Nuannuan groaned and exasperatingly said, “Young Master Yun, be gentle. It hurts.”

       Chu Yunhan spread her white legs and used his full sexual organ to hit that tight and soft place without any gentleness. The friction ignited the pleasure, but as the movements deepened and desire surged, an unbearable feeling of emptiness lingered like maggots on the tarsal bones.

       Not enough…

       His body was clamouring for something more intense and exciting…

       He sped up his movements as roughly as a trapped animal. Nuannuan changed from moaning to crying under his merciless impact and finally couldn’t help but struggle hard. He had to slow down and lean forward to kiss and caress the woman’s tender body again.

       Then, Chu Yunhan discovered another terrible obstacle in his body.

       He was unable to ejaculate naturally.

       Whenever he was about to ejaculate, his body suddenly began to restrain itself and forcefully endure the gushing desire. This back-and-forth sexual intercourse eventually became a form of torture for both men and women. Just when he couldn’t release his orga-m for the third time, he screamed with red eyes, punched the bed hard, then rolled out of bed, rushed into the bathroom, and slammed the door.

       The cold water fell from his head, removing the heat from his body.

       He raised his face and leaned against the wall tremblingly.

       Chu Yichen, you turned me into a monster.

       You win.


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Chapter 48 – I am in a difficult situation.

Chapter 48 – I am in a difficult situation.

He read “The Boundless Great Jing” from beginning to end, not missing a single word. The book clearly told a story of chaotic times, with heroes rising, scheming against each other, and the victor becoming king. The romantic subplot was very subtle, let alone a bizarre plot about men giving birth.

 

Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it! The author didn’t even warn about male pregnancy in the book! What a terrible review!

 

Thinking of this, Zhao Qi suddenly remembered something. Before he transmigrated into the book, he had discussed “The Boundless Great Jing” with a girl. She asked him if he was reading the abridged or unabridged version and strongly recommended the unabridged version, saying it had more romantic and passionate scenes, including the popular storyline of having and raising children.

 

When he asked who had the child, the girl gave him a mysterious look and told him to read carefully.

 

At the time, Zhao Qi didn’t understand, but now, he thought he finally got what she meant.

 

Could it be that he read the abridged version but transmigrated into the unabridged version where men can get pregnant?!

 

Heavens, earth, please take me away. I can’t handle this kind of humiliation!

 

“Your Majesty, please don’t be angry,” Cheng Boyan supported Zhao Qi’s arm and said, “Otherwise, if the fetus is affected, both you and the dragon seed will be in danger.”

 

Upon hearing the word “fetus,” Zhao Qi’s mind buzzed. He couldn’t catch his breath and almost fainted again.

 

Xiao Jinzi hurriedly brought tea, “Your Majesty, have some tea to calm down.”

 

Cheng Boyan helped Zhao Qi regulate his breathing while Xiao Jinzi fed him tea, and Jiang Dehai fanned him with a silk fan. After all the fuss, Zhao Qi barely managed to stay conscious.

 

“My dear minister,” Zhao Qi clung to his last hope, “Do you think it’s possible that I just have symptoms that resemble pregnancy but am actually just damp?”

 

Cheng Boyan couldn’t bear to say it, “Your Majesty, though I’m not very experienced, I can still determine if it’s a happy pulse.”

 

Zhao Qi retorted angrily, “But don’t you think it’s too absurd for a man to be pregnant?!”

 

“Your Majesty, it’s indeed rare in the world, but it’s not without precedent,” Cheng Boyan replied. “In ‘Travels in the East,’ it mentions that the Eastern Royal Family has a secret medicine that can make men…”

 

“Enough, stop talking,” Zhao Qi was utterly hopeless. Are the people from the East too idle, creating such a harmful medicine, harming both others and themselves?

 

Cheng Boyan continued, “Your Majesty, if you knew about the existence and effects of this medicine, why did you take it?”

 

“I did not!”

 

Jiang Dehai speculated, “Your Majesty, could it be the work of the one who stole the medicine?”

 

Xiao Jinzi nodded in agreement, “It must be, it must be!”

 

Zhao Qi was on the verge of tears. He could understand being drugged with an aphrodisiac, but what’s the point of a pregnancy drug?

 

“Find out who did this!” Zhao Qi ordered. “Then capture them and tear them apart along with He Changzhou!”

 

What, you say I decided not to tear He Changzhou apart before? Sorry, I’ve changed my mind. Who would have thought that the usually shy He Changzhou could have such a powerful move?

 

“Your Majesty, forgive me for being blunt,” Cheng Boyan spoke fearlessly, trusting that Zhao Qi wasn’t a tyrant who would randomly take people’s heads, “The Eastern secret medicine only makes men capable of conceiving. To truly get pregnant, you still need to…”

 

The phrase “cloud and rain” made Zhao Qi explode on the spot, “I don’t need you to remind me!”

 

Cheng Boyan wisely shut his mouth. He couldn’t imagine who would dare make the emperor pregnant and didn’t want to think about it.

 

At this moment, the eunuch’s announcement came from outside: “Your Majesty, the Prime Minister is here.”

 

Upon hearing that Xiao Shiqing was coming, Zhao Qi’s nose twitched, and grievance surged in his heart. Although he didn’t want to admit it, he instinctively wanted to rely on Xiao Shiqing whenever he encountered difficulties.

 

Zhao Qi suddenly stood up, muttering, “Brother! Brother, I have a dragon egg, what should I do, waah—”

 

Jiang Dehai quickly pulled Zhao Qi back, “Your Majesty, do you really want to tell the Prime Minister about this? Please think carefully.”

 

Zhao Qi calmed down a bit. Firstly, if it got out that as the emperor he was slept with by his brother, his face—no, his imperial dignity would be ruined. Secondly, a man’s pregnancy was already unheard of in Great Jing, let alone the emperor’s. He could never figure out Xiao Shiqing’s thoughts, and recently Xiao had been using him. If Xiao knew about his pregnancy, he didn’t know how Xiao would react. Instead of taking a risk, it was better to maintain the current situation.

 

Zhao Qi hurriedly said, “Only the four of us know about this dragon egg, understand?”

 

“Rest assured, Your Majesty, we will keep it a secret.”

 

Xiao Shiqing entered the room, seeing the chaos among the four, and asked, “What’s going on?”

 

Zhao Qi forced a smile, “The imperial physician was taking my pulse.”

 

Before Xiao Shiqing could ask, Cheng Boyan said proactively, “Your Majesty’s luck is immense, and the illness has improved. However, to prevent a relapse, you must continue taking the medicine.”

 

“Got it,” Xiao Shiqing said, “Everyone, leave.”

 

They were all worried about Zhao Qi, but they couldn’t disobey the Prime Minister’s orders and had to leave reluctantly.

 

Xiao Shiqing noticed the redness around Zhao Qi’s eyes and frowned slightly, “Have you been crying?”

 

Zhao Qi bit his lip, trying to appear normal, “Just yawning.”

 

Xiao Shiqing raised an eyebrow, “So you’re tired.”

 

Zhao Qi wasn’t sleepy at all but still nodded.

 

Xiao Shiqing’s lips curved slightly, “The emperor really does want to sleep whenever he sees me.”

 

Zhao Qi’s mind was in turmoil, unable to think clearly, so he just kept nodding, “Yes, yes.”

 

Xiao Shiqing’s smile deepened, gently guiding Zhao Qi to lie down, “Then, sleep.”

 

Zhao Qi was pushed down, Xiao Shiqing’s handsome face right above him.

 

“What are you looking at?” Xiao Shiqing asked.

 

Zhao Qi seemed to be talking to himself, “Brother, do you think I’m still a man?”

 

Xiao Shiqing’s gaze lowered, “Is the dragon pulse problematic?”

 

“…Alright, I must be crazy to talk to Xiao Shiqing about this.”

 

“Want me to check?”

 

Zhao Qi silently turned over, protecting his dragon pulse and presenting a desolate back to Xiao Shiqing.

 

“Why didn’t you ask me why I came to see you today?”

 

Zhao Qi mumbled, “Didn’t you come to see me?”

 

Xiao Shiqing chuckled, “Do you believe it this time?”

 

“…I believe it.”

 

The matter of the dragon egg was too overwhelming. The four insiders stayed up all night, gathering in Yonghua Palace the next morning to discuss a plan.

 

Zhao Qi hardly ate the whole day. Jiang Dehai had the imperial kitchen prepare millet porridge with some sour pickles, which Zhao Qi barely managed to eat a few mouthfuls of.

 

“I thought about it all night and still believe this dragon egg shouldn’t stay.”

 

“Your Majesty—”

 

Zhao Qi raised his hand to stop him, “Listen to me first. First, the risk of a man giving birth is too high. The imperial physicians have no experience taking care of a pregnant man or delivering a baby. If something goes wrong, both the dragon egg and I will be doomed.”

 

Cheng Boyan said, “Your Majesty, ‘Travels in the East’ details the process of male childbirth. I can…”

 

Zhao Qi covered Cheng Boyan’s mouth, expressionless, “No, you cannot.”

 

Jiang Dehai asked, “Your Majesty, what is the second reason?”

 

“Second, the child’s father…or mother and I are not in that kind of relationship.”

 

Xiao Jinzi was curious, “What kind of relationship?”

 

Zhao Qi didn’t know how to describe it, “Anyway, the dragon egg can’t be born into a complete family. Instead of making it suffer, it’s better not to have it at all. Third, and most importantly, I’m afraid of pain.”

 

The three looked at each other.

 

Cheng Boyan mumbled, Zhao Qi released him, and he said, “There’s no need to discuss this further. My decision is made. Boyan, prepare to remove the dragon egg from my belly.”

 

“But Your Majesty,” Cheng Boyan spread his hands, “I don’t know how.”

 

Zhao Qi: “???” Are you kidding me?

 

“‘Travels in the East’ explains how to deliver a baby, but not how to induce a miscarriage.”

 

Zhao Qi pulled out some random knowledge, “Then use musk, safflower, and motherwort, a whole set of herbs!”

 

Cheng Boyan said, “Your Majesty, the medicine you mentioned is only effective for women; it won’t work on men.”

 

Zhao Qi took a deep breath and held his forehead with both hands. “I’m feeling a bit dizzy…”

 

The three of them quickly steadied Zhao Qi. Jiang Dehai’s face was filled with undisguised concern. “Your Majesty, please take care of your health.”

 

Zhao Qi weakly replied, “It’s hopeless…”

 

Cheng Boyan said, “Your Majesty, I have an idea.”

 

Zhao Qi quickly responded, “Speak up!”

 

“This medicine was offered to Your Majesty by the fourth young master Zhao. Why not ask him? He might have a solution.”

 

Zhao Qi suddenly remembered. He had been so overwhelmed by the blow that he forgot to confront Zhao Qiao, the one who started it all. Zhao Qiao often visited Japan and had some strange connection with the Empress Dowager there. He had also seen pregnant men, so he might indeed have a way.

 

“Hurry, summon Zhao Qiao!”

 

“I will go at once!”

 

Zhao Qi was pacing anxiously in his palace, waiting for Zhao Qiao. Instead, Rong Tang arrived.

 

Rong Tang rarely came to him voluntarily, so Zhao Qi thought something must have happened. But whatever it was, he had no mood to deal with it.

 

“Rong Tang,” Zhao Qi slumped on the soft couch, “My head hurts terribly. Let’s talk another day if there’s anything important.”

 

Rong Tang asked, “Is Your Majesty really ill?”

 

Zhao Qi covered his face. “Yes.”

 

“What illness?”

 

If I told you, you’d be scared to death. I’m pregnant. “Just some gastrointestinal heat and Qi and blood deficiency…”

 

Rong Tang leaned closer, his cool hand touching Zhao Qi’s forehead, and the hair hanging down his chest brushed Zhao Qi’s cheek, tickling him slightly.

 

“Your Majesty, give me your hand.”

 

Without thinking, Zhao Qi extended his hand while asking, “What are you going to do?”

 

“I know a little about medicine.”

 

Zhao Qi quickly withdrew his hand, leaving only a blur in Rong Tang’s view. His hand was empty.

 

“No need to trouble yourself,” Zhao Qi said, “The imperial physician has already seen me. I’m fine.”

 

Fortunately, Rong Tang didn’t insist. “That’s good then.”

 

Rong Tang, always taciturn, now quietly stayed by Zhao Qi’s side. After a long while, he said, “I heard the various royal relatives who came for the Longevity Festival have started leaving the capital.”

 

“Some have left,” Zhao Qi replied, “Are you asking about Prince Huai?”

 

Rong Tang neither confirmed nor denied it.

 

“Prince Huai’s poison is not yet cleared; he’s still recuperating in the capital.”

 

Rong Tang nodded. “Yes.” After a moment of hesitation, he added, “Prince Huai has ambitions for the throne. Your Majesty should be wary of him.”

 

Zhao Qi was a bit surprised. Although Rong Tang had rejected Zhao Tong twice, he had always kept Zhao Tong’s rebellious intentions somewhat hidden. Now, saying this, was he completely abandoning Zhao Tong and siding with Zhao Qi?

 

If he weren’t so troubled by the matter of the dragon egg, Zhao Qi would have been deeply moved.

 

“I understand,” Zhao Qi said, “Don’t worry, I’m aware.”

 

As they were speaking, Jiang Dehai returned, but Zhao Qi’s eagerly awaited Zhao Qiao was not with him. Seeing Rong Tang there, Jiang Dehai chose his words carefully. “Your Majesty, I went to Prince Jiu’s residence to find him, but they said the fourth young master hasn’t returned for half a month. He’s probably lingering in some place of pleasure.”

 

Zhao Qi was exasperated. “Truly my good brother.”

 

“Your Majesty, don’t worry. The people at the residence are searching for him. As soon as they find him, they’ll bring him to the palace.”

 

“No need,” Zhao Qi said, having a good idea where Zhao Qiao might be. “I’ll go find him myself.”

 

Xiao Jinzi asked, “Your Majesty is going out of the palace?”

 

“Yes, quickly help me change.”

 

Rong Tang said, “I’ll go with Your Majesty.”

 

Zhao Qi was taken aback. “Huh? You’re going too?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Zhao Qi quickly refused. “Rong Tang, I’m going to handle official business.”

 

Rong Tang looked at him. “I haven’t left the palace for a year. I want to go out and see—together with you.”

 

“But…”

 

“Handle your business. I won’t disturb you.”

 

Zhao Qi said seriously, “No, you absolutely can’t go to a place like that—it will taint you.”

 

Rong Tang smiled faintly. “I’ve long been ‘tainted.’ What is there to fear?”


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Chapter 60 – Tied Up

Chapter 60: Tied Up

 

Long Ling’s kiss was as urgent as a storm, pressing down on Su Muluo so heavily that he could barely breathe. Rather than a kiss, it felt more like Long Ling’s desperate demand—he needed the comfort of his Phoenix, the warmth and breath of the Phoenix, to soothe his anxious heart that had been unsettled for days.

 

After the kiss ended, Su Muluo leaned against Long Ling’s embrace, catching his breath. He had just awakened, his mind still foggy, his face pale, and the corners of his eyes still showing traces of dried tears.

 

Long Ling gently wiped away those tear stains, his long fingers brushing over Su Muluo’s white hair—his once-black hair had turned white due to exhaustion. Even though Long Ling had forcibly extended his life, the black hair had not returned.

 

However, he could feel that he was not entirely powerless now. The demon power, which had been dispersed, had slowly begun to gather again after some time.

 

Su Muluo didn’t know whether this was due to his own Nirvana ability or Long Ling’s power. He looked up and asked, “How long have I been asleep?”

 

Long Ling replied, “Two months.”

 

His voice was hoarse, with heavy dark circles under his eyes. He looked haggard and pale, seemingly not in much better condition than Su Muluo.

 

Su Muluo was stunned for a moment. He raised his hand and gently caressed Long Ling’s face.

 

His palm was cold, but Long Ling was very affectionate, rubbing against his hand.

 

Over these two months, Long Ling had stayed by his Phoenix’s side day and night, witnessing the Phoenix’s frail state without any sign of waking up. The short sixty days felt as long as three thousand years. But fortunately, he had finally waited for his Phoenix to awaken.

 

“Phoenix, don’t leave me again,” Long Ling tightly held Su Muluo’s hand and said softly, “If it happens again, I really don’t know how I’ll bear it.”

 

Su Muluo’s heart ached suddenly upon hearing this, even rendering him speechless for a few seconds. When he had seen his clan’s destruction, he truly had no desire to live and didn’t care about anything anymore. But he had forgotten how much his death would impact Long Ling.

 

If he had not awakened, would his dragon have gone with him?

 

Su Muluo didn’t dare to test this thought. He clenched Long Ling’s clothing, rested his forehead against Long Ling’s, and gently and tenderly said a single word, “Okay.”

 

“I won’t leave again,” he said, “Even if I turn into an egg in the future, I’ll stay with you and not go anywhere else.”

 

Long Ling thought for a moment and said, “If the Phoenix really turns into an egg, then I’ll turn back too, so we can stay close together. That way, when the Phoenix is born, I can see him, and when he’s born, he can see me.”

 

Su Muluo nodded and replied, “Okay.” Then he suddenly felt a chill and coughed a few times.

 

Long Ling immediately held him tightly and asked anxiously, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

 

Su Muluo shook his head and said, “I just feel a bit cold.”

 

Long Ling quickly pulled the blanket over both of them. The bedding was soft, and Su Muluo burrowed into it, leaning against Long Ling and affectionately pressing his cheek against his chest.

 

Long Ling held his Phoenix, feeling the Phoenix soft and warm like a little bird seeking comfort, which made his heart soften as well.

 

“By the way,” Su Muluo looked up at Long Ling and asked, “How did you save me?”

 

At that time, he had exhausted all his Nirvana power and should not have survived.

 

Long Ling hesitated and shook his head, “I don’t know either.”

 

“At that time, I just wanted the Phoenix to live and not leave me… By the time I realized, everything had already happened.”

 

He only felt his life force pouring out of his body into the Phoenix, a power he could not control—so, that was how he saved his Phoenix.

 

Su Muluo was silent for a few seconds, then hugged Long Ling and rubbed his face against him.

 

“Thank you, you saved me.”

 

As he spoke these words, Su Muluo also thought that his dragon was indeed quite unique.

 

This power that saved him was very special, and so was his dragon.

 

Realizing this, Su Muluo didn’t feel joy but rather a heavy sense of worry. He remembered the eye he saw in his soul state, especially when Long Ling saved him, that eye had been fixed firmly on Long Ling…

 

Su Muluo intended to mention this, but seeing Long Ling’s weary face, he hesitated and decided not to speak.

 

Saying such things now would only cause his dragon more worry and seem ineffective.

 

Perhaps it would be better to wait until their condition improved before discussing it.

 

Su Muluo clutched Long Ling’s clothing and sighed silently.

 

 

When the Phoenix clan was destroyed, due to the barrier created by the invisible force, the outside world was unaware of what had happened in the Phoenix’s territory.

 

During Su Muluo’s slumber, Long Ling spent several days rebuilding a small house and stayed indoors, guarding him for two months. By the time Su Muluo woke up, although neither of them had explicitly stated it, their relationship had undergone a subtle change.

 

Due to his frail condition, Su Muluo would occasionally cough and felt cold at night, so Long Ling would hold him to warm him with his own body heat.

 

During the day, they were inseparable, and at night, they slept in each other’s arms. Sometimes, when Long Ling woke in the middle of the night and found the Phoenix crying in his arms, he would silently hold him and gently pat his back.

 

Since the destruction of the Phoenix clan, Su Muluo had not mentioned his clan again. Long Ling knew it was not that he didn’t care, but rather that it was too painful to face.

 

During the day, Long Ling would try to distract Su Muluo, preventing him from dwelling on his thoughts. But at night, when it was quiet, Su Muluo would still think of his clan, and his sadness would overwhelm him, leading to tears and cries.

 

Months passed like this. When Su Muluo and Long Ling’s health started to improve and things seemed to be heading in a positive direction, an unexpected visitor arrived.

 

It was Fu Sha. A few days prior, he had passed through and was shocked to find that Su Muluo had survived the heavenly thunder, so he came this time with a direct request.

 

“Phoenix! I need your help!” Fu Sha said urgently. “Recently, our clan’s elder made a prophecy that the Dragon Clan will also face a catastrophic thunderstorm. After you, our Dragon Clan will also be destroyed!”

 

Upon hearing this, Su Muluo felt a pang of panic. His first thought was not about the Dragon Clan but about Long Ling beside him.

 

Long Ling was also a member of the Dragon Clan. If the thunderstorm struck, then…

 

At that moment, Su Muluo felt icy all over and frantically tried to grasp Long Ling’s hand. Long Ling, however, had already pulled him into an embrace, gently patting his back and saying, “Phoenix, don’t be afraid.”

 

Then he coldly turned to Fu Sha and said, “What do you want?”

 

Fu Sha, completely disregarding their intimate actions and not looking at Long Ling, stared fixedly at Su Muluo and said, “You survived the heavenly thunder because of your Nirvana power, right?”

 

“Phoenix, I beg you, give me your Nirvana power—just one person is enough. Although it won’t save my clan, at least it will let me live!”

 

“……”

 

Hearing this, Su Muluo and Long Ling fell into a brief silence of shock.

 

Fu Sha continued, “I know this sounds a bit extreme, but I don’t want to die. Right now, you are the only one who can help me, Phoenix!”

 

Long Ling replied coldly, “Phoenix has already exhausted his Nirvana power while saving his own clan. He can’t help you.”

 

Fu Sha was stunned by this and seemed to only now notice Su Muluo’s white hair. “What? The Nirvana power is useless… No, if you’ve exhausted your Nirvana power, why are you still alive??”

 

He stepped forward, trying to grab Su Muluo, but was directly blocked by Long Ling.

 

“I said, Phoenix can’t help you and has no reason to help you,” Long Ling said. “Now, you can leave.”

 

“……”

 

After Long Ling’s words, Fu Sha did not leave. Instead, he looked at them for a while, and his expression gradually grew colder.

 

“You must be hiding something from me…” Fu Sha said. “Phoenix, are you unwilling to help me and only want to protect yourself and this black dragon?!”

 

As soon as he finished speaking, he acted immediately, intending to forcibly take Su Muluo away.

 

A golden dragon appeared over the Phoenix territory. Long Ling, already on guard, did not hesitate to transform into a black dragon and engaged in combat with it.

 

Under normal circumstances, neither Su Muluo nor Long Ling would fear Fu Sha. But now, Su Muluo’s strength had been depleted while saving his clan, and though he had recovered somewhat in the past few months, he had not even regained 20% of his power.

 

Long Ling, too, had been severely injured in the heavenly thunder and lost most of his strength in saving Su Muluo. With their weakened state facing a fully-powered golden dragon, defeat was inevitable from the start.

 

What followed was Su Muluo’s nightmare. He was gravely injured by Fu Sha and spat blood. In his daze, he watched helplessly as the black dragon protected him and was pierced through the abdomen by the golden dragon… having a section of its spine ripped out.

 

What happened next was hazy for Su Muluo.

 

He only remembered that in extreme sadness and despair, he suddenly erupted with tremendous power, even losing control of himself. When he came to his senses, the Phoenix territory was in ruins, the golden dragon had vanished, and there were large patches of blood on the ground.

 

—At that time, he was in a daze, with only one thought in his mind: he could not let his dragon die.

 

With this thought, he seemed to suddenly understand something and knew what he had to do to save his dragon.

 

So he drove a blade into his chest, using his blood as a guide, and transferred half of his life to Long Ling.

 

Later, Su Muluo learned that in extending Long Ling’s life, he had lost most of his power, and to extend Long Ling’s life, he had to give up not only his power but also half of his soul.

 

From then on, his soul was bound to Long Ling’s, linking them from life to death.

 

But Su Muluo did not regret it. Perhaps because of this, not long after, when the heavenly thunder struck the Dragon Clan, his dragon was not affected.

 

After the thunder, both the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan faced destruction, and Fu Sha was lost in that thunderstorm—whether he perished under the thunder or escaped was unknown.

 

Su Muluo did not verify if Fu Sha was truly dead. The loss of half his soul and his blood had exhausted him completely. His condition was even worse than before. He managed to hold on for a few days to care for Long Ling, but eventually, he spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed from exhaustion.

 

—When he woke up, he was lying in bed, with Long Ling sitting beside him.

 

Although Su Muluo woke up with a splitting headache and felt as though he was completely drained, seeing Long Ling safe by his side made his eyes light up immediately.

 

“How are you? Are you okay now?”

 

Ignoring his weakness, he tried to sit up to check on Long Ling’s condition—but he realized his hands were bound to the bed with chains and he couldn’t sit up.

 

Su Muluo: “……”

 

He was momentarily stunned, while Long Ling looked down at him with a blank expression.

 

It was only then that Su Muluo noticed something was wrong.

 

Long Ling’s usual dark golden eyes… were now a blazing red.


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Chapter 76

       Zhan Weiyang had been hiding under his own quilt, refusing to come out.

       Zhan Weiguang remained silent for a while and then said to him through the quilt, “Yangyang, don’t be silly. I’m your only brother. Pei Qing is hurting you. Do you understand?”

       If Zhan Weiyang hadn’t heard Pei Qing’s name, he would have ignored Zhan Weiguang, but at this moment, he couldn’t help but say, “He didn’t! You don’t understand; you don’t know how much I like him!”

       Zhan Weiguang frowned, “No matter how much you like him, he can’t kiss your lips; that’s what lovers do.”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “We are lovers!”

       Zhan Weiguang asked, “Do you know what lovers mean? You are a boy; you want to fall in love with a girl.”

       Zhan Weiyang said loudly,”I just like Pei Qing. Why should I fall in love with a girl?”

       Zhan Weiguang felt a headache.

       At this moment, Zhan Weiyang’s mobile phone that he threw on the bedside table suddenly rang.

       Zhan Weiyang stretched out a hand from under the quilt, groping for his cell phone, and Zhan Weiguang leaned over to take a look and found that it was Pei Qing who called. He was furious and grabbed Zhan Weiyang’s cell phone and answered it.

       He shouted viciously, “Pei Qing!”

       Pei Qing was still at the airport, and they were waiting to pick up the checked luggage; he stood alone in the corner and called Zhan Weiyang. As soon as he answered the phone, he heard Zhan Weiguang’s voice.

       Even though Zhan Weiyang was so angry, Pei Qing’s tone remained very calm. He said, “Weiguang?”

       Zhan Weiguang said, “Pei Qing, are you a human being? Isn’t our family good enough to you? You dare to bully my brother!”

       Pei Qing asked, “What did Zhan Xueqing say to you?” He didn’t know how much Zhan Xueqing said in her message to Zhan Weiguang.

       Zhan Weiguang angrily questioned, “What else did you do? Do you think that I won’t call the police? You molested a minor!”

       Pei Qing stood against the wall. After hearing this, he was silent for two seconds and said to Zhan Weiguang, “Can you calm down? I didn’t do anything to Yangyang, let alone molest him.”

       Zhan Weiguang roared, “Why are you pretending? Zhan Weiyang has admitted that you kissed him!”

       At this time, Pei Qing suddenly heard Zhan Weiyang’s voice coming from the other side of the microphone as if anxiously saying from a distance, “Give me back my phone.”

       Zhan Weiyang was trying to grab the phone from Zhan Weiguang, and he said angrily, “You are not allowed to say that!”

       Pei Qing said to Zhan Weiguang, “Can you give the phone to Yangyang first, I’ll have a few words with him.”

       But Zhan Weiguang could no longer hear Pei Qing’s words. He was pressed on the bed by Zhan Weiyang. In order to prevent Zhan Weiyang from grabbing the phone, he stretched the hand holding the phone far away.

       In order to grab the phone, Zhan Weiyang bent his knees and knelt on Zhan Weiguang’s stomach.

       Zhan Weiguang cried out in pain, “fvck! Are you trying to murder your own brother?!”

       Zhan Weiyang pressed him and crawled over to grab his phone. Before he could grab it, he hurriedly shouted, “Qing ge.”

       Zhan Weiguang grabbed Zhan Weiyang’s leg, which was still pressing on his stomach and lifted it up. As a result, Zhan Weiyang’s hand slipped, and the phone he had just grabbed was accidentally thrown out. It hit the wall hard and then bounced to the ground with a ‘click’.

       Zhan Weiyang didn’t even bother to put on his shoes. He jumped off the bed to pick up the phone. When he picked it up, he found that the screen was broken, and the entire touch screen had no response. He hurriedly put the phone close to his ear and heard that the call was disconnected.

       Zhan Weiguang rubbed his stomach, climbed up, and took a breath.

       Zhan Weiyang glared at him, “My phone is broken!”

       Zhan Weiguang said, “You threw it on the ground yourself.” His stomach was hurting, and his breath was not stable.

       Zhan Weiyang said angrily, “I’m going to call Qing ge!”

       Zhan Weiguang was also angry, “You are not allowed to contact him again in the future!”

       Zhan Weiyang grabbed his broken phone and turned to run outside, passing through the corridor and down the stairs to the first floor.

       At this time, Zhan Xiusong was eating breakfast in the dining room. In fact, strictly speaking, it was almost noon, but it was still breakfast for him.

       He saw Zhan Weiyang in pyjamas, with messy hair and bare feet, and asked in a daze, “What are you doing?”

       Zhan Weiyang looked around anxiously and saw Auntie Luo coming out of the kitchen. He ran over and asked Auntie Luo, “Auntie Luo, can you lend me your phone?”

       Auntie Luo took her phone out of her pocket and handed it to Zhan Weiyang, wondering, “What’s wrong? Where’s your phone?”

       Zhan Weiyang shook her phone and said, “It’s broken.”

       Auntie Luo asked him, “Who are you going to call?”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “Qing ge.”

       “Pei Qing…” Auntie Luo said, “I don’t have his phone number saved.”

       Zhan Xiusong took the initiative to say, “I have it, I have it.” As he spoke, he took out his phone, found Pei Qing’s phone number and read it to Zhan Weiyang.

       Zhan Weiyang heard it and hurriedly entered the number and dialled it. Then he looked up and saw Zhan Weiguang coming down, so he took the phone and hid in Grandma’s room.

       “Zhan Weiyang!” Zhan Weiguang walked towards him.

       Grandma was watching TV in the living room. There was no one in the room. Zhan Weiyang went in and locked the door. He heard Zhan Weiguang knocking on the door but ignored him. He hid in the corner of the room and squatted down, letting the bed block him and the door.

       Because it was an unfamiliar number, the phone rang for a long time before Pei Qing answered it.

       Zhan Weiyang shouted crisply, “Qing ge!”

       Pei Qing responded softly, “Yangyang?”

       They were on their way home from the airport. Pei Jingrong called the driver to pick them up. It was a business car.

       Pei Qing and Zhan Xueqing were still sitting in the back row. When they heard Pei Qing answering the phone, Zhan Xueqing turned his head and looked at him.

       In fact, at this time, not only Zhan Xueqing but also Zhan Yingfei in the front row turned his head and looked at him.

       Pei Qing continued, “What happened just now?”

       Zhan Weiyang felt aggrieved, “Zhan Weiguang broke my phone.”

       Pei Qing asked, “Did he fight with you?” Her tone was unconsciously a little worried.

       Zhan Weiyang said, “No, he just snatched my phone.”

       Pei Qing said, “It doesn’t matter. Just get your phone fixed if it’s broken, and don’t fight him or quarrel with him.”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “I didn’t.”

       Pei Qing was about to continue talking when Zhan Yingfei asked him, “Is that Yangyang?”

       He nodded, then asked Zhan Weiyang, “Did you take your medicine today?”

       Zhan Weiyang suddenly remembered, “Ah, I forgot.”

       Pei Qing said to him, “Then go take your medicine first, I’ll call you later.” Then he remembered that Zhan Weiyang’s phone was broken, so he asked, “Whose phone is this?”

       Zhan Weiyang answered, “Auntie Luo’s.”

       Pei Qing said, “Okay, then I’ll let Auntie Luo call you, you go take your medicine first.”

       Pei Qing then hung up the phone, and when he looked up, he saw Pei Jingrong also turned his head to look at him.

       Pei Jingrong asked, “Do you get along well with Zhan Weiyang?”

       Pei Qing replied, “Very well.”

       Pei Jingrong said, “It’s rare to see you so patient with a child.”

       Pei Qing didn’t say anything.

       Zhan Yingfei smiled and said, “That means you don’t know your son at all. Pei Qing is actually very careful. Yangyang is special and needs more patience to get along with him.”

       Pei Jingrong didn’t say anything after hearing this.

       Zhan Yingfei smiled and said to Pei Qing, “My eldest brother also said that Yangyang caused you a lot of trouble when he was not at home. Thank you for taking care of Yangyang for so long.”

       Pei Qing was silent for a while and said, “We are all family. What’s the point of saying thank you, Auntie?”

       Zhan Yingfei smiled and said, “Yes, Yangyang is also your younger brother. He has been ill since he was a child. If he often looks for you in the future, I hope you’ll be patient with him.”

       Pei Qing quietly replied, “I will.”


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Chapter 47 – I have a dragon egg.

Chapter 47 – I have a dragon egg.

Summoning the imperial physician took time, and then the physician had to travel from the Imperial Hospital to Yonghua Palace. This period was extremely tormenting for Zhao Qi. Initially, he didn’t think much of it—feeling weak and having a poor appetite in the heat seemed normal. But after vomiting, he suddenly felt uncomfortable all over and instantly became miserable.

 

“Xiao Jinzi,” Zhao Qi weakly called, “help me lie down.”

 

Xiao Jinzi, panicked, said, “Your Majesty, hang in there, the imperial physician will be here soon.”

 

Zhao Qi shook his head, staring blankly ahead, “It’s too late.”

 

Xiao Jinzi was on the verge of tears, screaming hysterically, “Your Majesty, please don’t scare me!”

 

At this moment, Zhao Qi felt that if a tear could fall from the corner of his eye, it would be perfect, but he couldn’t squeeze one out. “I’m gravely ill before reaching adulthood. What will happen to my mother and the people of Great Jing after I die? Heaven is jealous of talents, my aspirations unfulfilled—”

 

Xiao Jinzi cried, “Your Majesty—”

 

Xiao Shiqing arrived at the entrance of Yonghua Palace and heard the wailing. Upon entering, he saw Zhao Qi lying on the bed and Xiao Jinzi kneeling beside, crying loudly. His face turned pale, “Zhao Qi!”

 

Zhao Qi propped himself up, “Has the Prime Minister come?”

 

Xiao Shiqing’s face looked worse than Zhao Qi had ever seen, as if his heart had stopped beating. His hand, gripping Zhao Qi’s shoulder, trembled slightly, “What’s wrong with you?”

 

Zhao Qi was stunned by Xiao Shiqing’s appearance and took a long time to react, “Oh… I vomited.”

 

Xiao Shiqing’s expression froze for a moment, “Vomited?”

 

“Yes, Prime Minister,” Xiao Jinzi sobbed, “The emperor just had a sip of mung bean soup, and then he vomited up all of last night’s dinner. The emperor usually eats a lot and never throws up; this is the first time something like this has happened!”

 

Xiao Shiqing: “…”

 

“You sure talk a lot,” Zhao Qi said suspiciously, “Are you really called ‘Xiao Jinzi’ because you keep your mouth shut?”

 

Xiao Jinzi replied, “Yes, Your Majesty, there’s no other part of me that’s tight.”

 

Zhao Qi frowned, “What kind of question is that…”

 

Xiao Shiqing watched coldly as the two bantered, “Having fun?”

 

Zhao Qi nodded sheepishly. Sometimes acting was quite enjoyable, especially with someone to play along.

 

Xiao Shiqing gritted his teeth, “You dare to nod? Do you know I almost…” His words abruptly stopped. He closed his eyes and rubbed his brow, looking as if he had been through a great ordeal.

 

Zhao Qi and Xiao Jinzi exchanged a look, both surprised by Xiao Shiqing’s reaction. The Prime Minister, who remained unflappable even in the face of a collapsing mountain, was scared by their little joke?

 

Tentatively, Zhao Qi asked, “Were you worried about me, brother?”

 

Xiao Shiqing’s face was expressionless, “No.”

 

“Oh.” It turned out he was being overly sentimental.

 

“If you’re unwell, call the imperial physician. Crying won’t help.”

 

Zhao Qi muttered quietly, “I’ve already called.”

 

Not long after, Jiang Dehai led the imperial physician in. It was the most senior physician, Zhang.

 

Zhao Qi extended his hand for Zhang to take his pulse, watching as the old physician’s eyebrows raised higher and higher, finally knitting together in a frown. Zhao Qi was terrified—oh no, could it be an incurable disease?

 

“Don’t give up on me, physician,” Zhao Qi grasped the old man’s hand, “I think there’s still hope for me.”

 

Xiao Shiqing glanced at Zhao Qi and addressed the physician, “What illness does the emperor have? Speak freely.”

 

Physician Zhang, trembling, withdrew his hand. A layer of cold sweat formed on his forehead, but his expression remained relatively calm. He bowed and said, “Prime Minister, the emperor has damp-heat in his stomach and intestines, and a deficiency in both Qi and blood, causing a lack of appetite and nausea.”

 

Zhao Qi exhaled in relief. It was just damp-heat; nothing to be afraid of. In these times, who didn’t have some dampness in their body?

 

Xiao Shiqing asked, “Is it serious?”

 

A drop of cold sweat silently slid down the physician’s cheek, “This is a common ailment in the summer heat. The emperor needs to take some herbal medicine to clear heat and dampness, and eat a lighter diet. He should recover soon.”

 

Xiao Shiqing’s expression softened a bit, “Prescribe the medicine.”

 

Xiao Jinzi took the prescription to prepare the medicine. Jiang Dehai advised earnestly, “Your Majesty, you can’t keep eating greasy foods like pig trotters anymore.”

 

Just as Zhao Qi was about to speak, a wave of nausea hit him, and he turned away to retch.

 

Xiao Shiqing frowned, sat down by the bed, and gently patted Zhao Qi’s back to soothe him. He instructed Jiang Dehai, “Bring water for the emperor to rinse his mouth.”

 

After rinsing his mouth, Xiao Shiqing helped Zhao Qi lie down. Zhao Qi asked, “Brother, why did you come to see me?”

 

Xiao Shiqing had intended to discuss a southern tour with Zhao Qi, but seeing the young emperor’s pale face, he decided against it. “Nothing, just wanted to check on you.”

 

Zhao Qi said, “Really? I don’t believe it.”

 

Xiao Shiqing was speechless for a moment, “Do you want to travel by water or land for the southern tour?”

 

Zhao Qi considered, “Since we’re inspecting the disaster, water travel might be better.”

 

Xiao Shiqing nodded, “What kind of dragon boat do you want?”

 

A picture appeared in Zhao Qi’s mind, and he got excited, “A dragon head on the front, grass on the deck, and a skull on the flag… Are you going to help me build a new dragon boat?”

 

Xiao Shiqing ruthlessly shattered Zhao Qi’s fantasy, “No.”

 

“…” Then why did you ask?

 

“Your Majesty,” Xiao Jinzi brought over the medicine, “it’s time to take your medicine.”

 

Xiao Shiqing said, “Give it to me.”

 

Jiang Dehai reminded him, “Prime Minister, the emperor said he’s old enough to drink by himself.”

 

Xiao Shiqing looked at Zhao Qi, “Do you want my help?”

 

“No…” Seeing Xiao Shiqing raise an eyebrow slightly, Zhao Qi quickly changed his tune, “I want brother’s help, ah—”

 

Xiao Shiqing scooped up a spoonful of the medicine, blew on it to cool it, and brought it to Zhao Qi’s lips.

 

Zhao Qi drank the medicine spoon by spoon, fed by Xiao Shiqing. After finishing the medicine, he began to feel sleepy. Rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, he said, “I’m sleepy.”

 

“Hmm.” Xiao Shiqing’s ink-scented palm covered his eyes, his voice soft and gentle, “Sleep.”

 

Meanwhile, as soon as Physician Zhang returned to the imperial hospital, he could no longer hold on. His legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

 

A young physician in the courtyard, Zhang’s proud disciple Cheng Boyan, was sorting medicinal herbs. Seeing this, he dropped the herbs and ran over, “Teacher! What’s wrong?”

 

Physician Zhang clung to Cheng Boyan’s arm, “Quick, pack my things. I need to leave the capital tonight and retire!”

 

Cheng Boyan was shocked, “Didn’t you just take the emperor’s pulse? What happened to make you so frightened?”

 

Physician Zhang refused to elaborate, shaking his head repeatedly. His face was ashen, and he muttered nonsensically, “Unheard of, unseen—thank goodness I held on for a moment, or I’d have lost my head!”

 

Cheng Boyan asked, “Is something wrong with the emperor’s illness?”

 

Physician Zhang wept bitterly, “More than just wrong!”

 

“Students believe that regardless of what illness the Emperor suffers from, the doctor should be forthright. His Majesty won’t do anything to the doctor.”

 

Last time, when the Emperor’s favorite male companion was drugged with an aphrodisiac, his condition was critical. The old court physicians didn’t dare to speak frankly and pushed Cheng Boyan to report to the Emperor. Cheng Boyan had initially thought he would hear the classic royal threats like “Everyone will be buried with him,” “Bring your head to see me,” or “Take him out and flog him to death.” To his surprise, the Emperor merely asked him to think of a solution and do his best.

 

Doctor Zhang hesitated before sighing deeply, “Boyan, don’t blame your teacher for not warning you. If you want to live, you mustn’t go to see the Emperor’s illness… Enough said, I’m leaving. Take care of yourself.”

 

“Teacher!”

 

While packing his belongings, Doctor Zhang kept muttering, “How bizarre, how bizarre! Who could be so bold as to make a king submit beneath them…”

 

Xiao Shiqing, worried about Zhao Qi’s deteriorating condition, ordered the physicians to report to Yonghua Palace daily.

 

When Zhao Qi saw that a different physician had come, he asked curiously, “Where is Doctor Zhang from yesterday?”

 

Cheng Boyan’s expression was subtle, “Your Majesty, Lord Zhang’s second great-aunt passed away yesterday. He has requested leave to mourn and has returned home for the funeral.”

 

Zhao Qi was momentarily speechless, “That’s possible?”

 

Cheng Boyan respectfully asked, “Has Your Majesty’s condition improved?”

 

Zhao Qi shook his head miserably, “No. During the morning court, if I hadn’t held it in, I would have vomited in front of all the civil and military officials.”

 

Cheng Boyan thought for a moment, then said, “Please extend your hand, Your Majesty. I will take your pulse.”

 

Jiang Dehai corrected him, “Can the Emperor’s hand be called a hand? It’s a dragon claw!”

 

Cheng Boyan hurriedly said, “I was careless. Please extend your dragon claw, Your Majesty.”

 

Zhao Qi’s expression was complex, “… There’s no need for that.”

 

Cheng Boyan placed two fingers on Zhao Qi’s wrist, closing his eyes to feel the pulse. Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide.

 

Seeing Cheng Boyan’s face turn visibly pale, Zhao Qi felt a pang of alarm, “No way, not again?! Can’t you physicians manage your expressions? This is terrifying!”

 

In the blink of an eye, Cheng Boyan fully understood why his seasoned teacher, despite his years of experience, was so frightened that he abandoned his position and fled home overnight.

 

Zhao Qi couldn’t contain his impatience, “What’s wrong with me? Just give it to me straight!”

 

“Your Majesty…” Cheng Boyan knelt and kowtowed, trembling, “You… you have a dragon egg… no, you are carrying a dragon child!”

 

Zhao Qi, Xiao Jinzi, and Jiang Dehai were all dumbfounded, “What?!”

 

Cheng Boyan decided to lay it all out, “Your Majesty’s pulse is smooth and steady, indicative of a pregnancy pulse.”

 

Zhao Qi’s expression remained in the previous phase, “What?!”

 

Cheng Boyan didn’t dare to lift his head, “Your Majesty’s pulse indeed indicates pregnancy. Coupled with Your Majesty’s symptoms, you should be about two months along!”

 

Jiang Dehai sternly said, “Lord Cheng, deceiving the Emperor is a capital offense!”

 

Cheng Boyan kowtowed repeatedly, “I am innocent, Your Majesty! Even if I had a hundred heads, I wouldn’t dare deceive the Emperor!”

 

Zhao Qi looked down at his own crotch, “But… but I am a boy…”

 

Xiao Jinzi murmured, “Your Majesty, I remember before the Longevity Festival, Young Master Zhao Si gave you two bottles of medicine. One was an aphrodisiac, and the other was…”

 

These words struck Zhao Qi like a thunderbolt, leaving him as a skeletal remains. He closed his eyes and fell straight back.

 

“Your Majesty!”

 

“Your Majesty!”

 

The three of them scrambled to catch Zhao Qi, while Jiang Dehai instinctively shouted, “Quick, fetch the physician!”

 

“Sir, I am the physician!” Cheng Boyan said as he pinched Zhao Qi’s philtrum.

 

Zhao Qi opened his eyes slightly, nearly spitting blood, “No— I do not accept this scenario!”


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Chapter 22

       It was getting late, and Chu Yichen was leaving a social gathering. After getting in the car, he received a report from Bai Xiao.

       “Eldest Young Master just went to Lihao because of a dispute with an escort. According to the investigation, her name is Lan Xin. She is 38 years old and lives with her five-year-old daughter. Her husband has a gambling addiction, with several debts at a lending company and some external debts as well. She often physically abuses the mother and daughter and demands money from them. This time, Lan Xin was forced to try to borrow money from a customer. When the customer got angry, she was beaten. Eldest Young Master stopped him. After that, the Eldest Young Master ordered Bai Yang to mobilise some people from the East District to give Lan Xin’s husband a lesson, and…” He paused awkwardly and saw the man looking up at him, so he had to continue. He said, “And brought Lan Xin and her daughter back to Qinglan’s mansion.”

       Chu Yichen was slightly startled when he heard the words Qinglan Mansion. His handsome face looked a bit lonely under the flickering light outside the car window. He seemed a little tired. He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. No emotion could be heard in his tone.

       “Let him be.”

 

       How long had it been since he had been back here?

       Chu Yunhan got out of the car and looked at the European-style building before him, feeling a little sad. Since his father’s death, and after his mother couldn’t bear the blow and was sent to a nursing home due to her mental issues, he rarely returned to this place called ‘home’.

       At first, he lived in an apartment under his name, but later, he spent his time in hotels or vacation villas, and days went by like that. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to come back; it was just that every time he stepped in here and saw those familiar faces and things, he couldn’t help but remember the happy days from the past, which only made him even more uncomfortable when he was alone.

       After getting the news, the old housekeeper, Feng Tai, who was waiting at the door, saw him. His eyes were a little moist, and he said, “Young Master, you are back.”

       “Yeah.” He laughed, “Uncle Feng, you should wear a bit more at night. It’s not good to be so concerned about your appearance.” As he walked inside, he continued, “You missed me, didn’t you?”

       “Yes, we all miss you very much.” Feng Tai’s voice was choked with sobs. He watched Chu Yunhan grow up and also watched him encounter changes in his parents. Although they had a master-servant relationship in terms of status, he always treated Yunhan as his son emotionally. He understood why Yunhan didn’t come back, and he was willing to wait here for him to come back.

       “Young Master is back?!” A mellow female voice rang out. The fair and plump woman hurried out in a coat. When she saw Chu Yunhan, she cried with joy and complained, “Young Master, how can you leave this family and leave us alone?!” and simultaneously asked, “Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I’ll cook it for you.” When she caught sight of Lan Xin and her daughter following behind, she paused for a moment, her eyes lighting up, “Young Master, this child isn’t…?”

       “Auntie Song, she is my friend.” Chu Yunhan knew she was thinking the wrong way again. He couldn’t laugh or cry. He touched his stomach and said, “I’m really hungry. Make us something delicious, okay?”

       “Okay, okay.” The round, plump woman, disappointed after her failed attempt at gossip, went off to cook.

       Over there, Feng Tai had already made tea and brought it over, and he didn’t forget to prepare some biscuits for Yuanyuan. Lan Xin thanked him repeatedly, and the thin Yuanyuan stared timidly at the cookie jar in his hand, not daring to take it. She was only five years old and did not yet understand the complex world of adults. She only knew that her father was easily angry and would hit her when he was angry, so she did not dare to do anything, not even to call him ‘Daddy’. Her mother was often beaten and would always cry while hugging herself. Her mother also had to make money to support herself. She worked very late and was very tired, so she couldn’t ask for this or that.

       Seeing this, Chu Yunhan knelt down, took a biscuit and threw it into his mouth, then handed it to her, grinning, “It tastes good. Try it?”

       Yuanyuan’s big eyes stared closely at Chu Yunhan in front of him. She remembered that this uncle had just come to the house with many people dressed in black and then said, “Don’t do anything in front of the child.” Then, the men in black dragged her drunk father out. She didn’t ask where her father was, and her mother didn’t tell her. Her mother only told her that this uncle’s surname was Chu and that he would protect them. This uncle was different from my father—he was very beautiful, very clean, and spoke very softly. He even asked someone to find warm clothes for her to wear so for her he wasn’t scary.

       “You really don’t want it? Then I’ll take it.” Chu Yunhan shook the jar.

       Yuanyuan bit her lip and mustered up the courage to reach over and take a piece. He kept looking at the other person’s face the whole time, like a wary little animal.

       Chu Yunhan didn’t move and kept smiling at her.

       She finally put the cookie into her mouth, took a bite, and mumbled a thank you.

       “Is it delicious?” he asked.

       She nodded.

       “It’s all for you.” He handed over the jar. Yuanyuan looked up at Lan Xin, somewhat surprised. Lan Xin’s eyes were red as she said, “Just take it.” Only then did the little girl accept the jar, immediately expressing her thanks.

       “You should let her go to kindergarten and spend more time with her.” Chu Yunhan stood up and said to Lan Xin.

       “I saved money before and wanted her to go, but then…” She thought of her husband, who was worse than a beast. Filled with both hatred and guilt towards her daughter, she couldn’t continue speaking.

       “I will take care of Yuanyuan’s tuition. Your husband should not cause trouble again in the future. You can live here for the time being. Don’t go to Lihao anymore. Uncle Feng will arrange a job here for you. Cleaning or helping in the kitchen will not be very tiring. The salary will be higher than before, and you can spend more time with Yuanyuan. If you don’t want to work here, I can ask someone to find another job for you.”

       Lan Xin’s tears rolled down, and she choked up, “I want to. I want to… I don’t know how to thank you anymore. Really, I really… thank you…”

       “Why are you crying again?” He laughed helplessly and said jokingly, “I remember you always said that you were a tigress. Tigress don’t cry so easily.”

       She couldn’t help but smile and wipe away her tears. In a harsh living environment, she was accustomed to being covered in armour and struggling alone. Only when she had a solid shoulder to rely on did she reveal the softest side of a woman.

       Lan Xin understood that Chu Yunhan was just repaying the favour she had done for helping him. These things might not be worth mentioning to Chu Yunhan, but to her, this man pulled her and Yuanyuan out of the mire and saved their lives. Starting tomorrow, everything will be different.

 

       After settling the mother and daughter, Chu Yunhan happily drank the seafood porridge made by Auntie Song and took a shower. It was already midnight. He lay down in his room and looked at the family photo placed by the bedside. His fingers brushed over the old man’s smile and his parents’ faces little by little, with a gentle light in his eyes. His eyes slowly turned to his high-spirited self, smiled, and finally stopped on the face of Chu Yichen standing aside.

       He still remembered the day the photo was taken. The elders were laughing and talking, and the children were playing. He stood between them and secretly stretched out his fingers behind Chu Yichen and Chu Minran’s heads to make bunny ears while taking pictures. His father scolded him.

       Sure enough, he would always recall the past in this house and smile bitterly. After experiencing betrayal, escape, detention, struggle, r4p3 and suicide, looking back at old photos and thinking of the close companionship when he was young, it felt like a lifetime ago.

       In the still photo, young Chu Yichen looked at him silently with his black eyes. Chu Yunhan suddenly felt a little upset and placed the photo frame face down on the bedside table.

       I’m almost there. With just a little more effort, I can get rid of this person.

       He covered his head with the quilt and fell asleep.

 

       Lan Xin and her daughter were left in the care of Feng Tai, which made Chu Yunhan feel at ease. The next morning, he went to work with renewed energy. He needed to focus all his efforts on winning the tough battle to increase sales by eight percent. As the store’s anniversary week approached, he became busier, spending all day in the office. Unfortunately, the closer he got to the critical moment, the more problems arose, like a student about to enter an exam room suddenly realising they forgot to bring an eraser or that their pen was out of ink. Though these were minor issues, they kept his nerves on edge.

       A few days later, the anxious student Chu Yunhan finally faced this major test. The seven days of the anniversary week felt like the shortest seven days of his life. Although they extended the operating hours by four hours each day, it still didn’t feel like enough.

       He did not have high hopes for an increase in offline sales. He only hoped to remain relatively flat, focusing mainly on online sales. Since the store’s opening, Chu Yunhan, who was closely focused on the backend data of the website, had hardly had much rest. He drank one cup after another of coffee. After three days, he almost fell into a strange state of confusion and excitement, with dark circles under his eyes. With stubble on his face and messy hair, Bai Yang forced him into the office restroom and finally fell asleep.

       In a daze, he felt someone sitting down next to him and gently stroking his hair. The warm touch was a little familiar, and the light fragrance in his nose was also a little familiar. He wanted to avoid that hand, but he didn’t have much strength. He couldn’t even open his eyes to see who it was. So he could only drift off into one strange and bizarre dream after another. It was an uneasy sleep, and he woke up an hour later. No one was around him except for a thermos bucket on the table containing fragrant wild ginseng and chicken soup.

       Chu Yunhan took a sip and asked Bai Yang, “Where did the soup come from?”

       “Auntie Song made it and had it delivered.”

       He stared at Bai Yang for a while without saying anything. Then he lowered his head, finished the soup, and said, “Tell her not to bring it again.”

       “Yes.”

       He had always had a discerning palate and was very sensitive to the flavours of food. This soup had been on the bland side, with a light flavour and soft chicken, not made by Aunt Song. He had tasted this kind of chicken soup before.

       In the Chu family’s old house, it was Auntie Wang’s work.

       Who brought the chicken soup? Who was the person in the dream just now that he couldn’t see clearly?

       Since the other party wanted to hide it, he didn’t want to reveal it.

       Chu Yichen, you came to see if I can win, right?


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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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