Day: February 9, 2025

Chapter 91

       Zhan Weiyang lay motionless on the bed. He didn’t fall asleep, but he just didn’t want to move. After a long time, he heard no movement outside. Maybe even Zhan Pengcheng had gone back to his room to sleep. He slowly raised his head, moved his body, stuck his head out of the bed, and took a look at the cake on the floor.

       The cake was not big; it was placed in a box, tied with a ribbon outside, and tied with a knot on the top.

       Zhan Weiyang looked at the time. It was precisely eleven at night, and only one hour was left before his eighteenth birthday.

       Thinking of the last hour, Zhan Weiyang suddenly became emotional. He got up from the bed, changed his clothes and put on socks in a hurry, put his keys and mobile phone in his trouser pockets, picked up the cake on the floor, and walked out stealthily.

       He turned off the lights in his room, closed the door very gently, and didn’t turn on the lights in the corridor. He touched the wall and went downstairs timidly.

       After sneaking out of the house, Zhan Weiyang carried the cake and walked out of the neighbourhood while calling a taxi with his mobile phone.

       When he came out of the neighbourhood gate, he saw that the taxi had stopped by the roadside. He hurried over, opened the door, got in the car, and told the driver Pei Qing’s address.

       Pei Qing sent a WeChat message to Zhan Weiyang more than an hour ago, asking him if he was okay now, but Zhan Weiyang did not answer. At that time, Pei Qing hesitated whether to call Zhan Weiyang but was afraid that Zhan Pengcheng would be watching Zhan Weiyang, so he looked at the phone number but still did not dial it.

       He usually slept at this time, but today, his mood was really complicated. Pei Qing took a shower and lay on the bed, and he couldn’t fall asleep at all.

       Zhan Pengcheng’s reaction was actually better than he had anticipated. He had expected more intense blame or even to be hit, but none of that happened. Perhaps Zhan Pengcheng was mindful of the fact that they were in a public place.

       Now that it had begun, it became easier to continue. Pei Qing thought to himself that he must make time to go to Zhan’s house again tomorrow.

       Even if Zhan Pengcheng didn’t want to see him, he had to go see Zhan Weiyang so that Zhan Weiyang wouldn’t have wild thoughts at home.

       With the weak light shining into the room from the window, Pei Qing looked at the outline of the room, thinking idly that he would still have to buy a house in a few years. It didn’t need to be too big; after all, he and Zhan Weiyang would live together, but the inside definitely had to be comfortable.

       Just at this time, Pei Qing heard a knock on the door.

       At first, he thought he had heard it wrong, so he looked at the time on his mobile phone. It was already half past eleven.

       But the knock on the door sounded again, and he reached out to turn on the table lamp on the bedside table, got out of bed and walked outside.

       As soon as he opened the door, Zhan Weiyang stood at the door and threw himself into his arms.

       Pei Qing quickly reached out and hugged Zhan Weiyang, asking, “Why are you here so late?”

       The cake box in Zhan Weiyang’s hand shook, and he hurried in and said, “I’m afraid I can’t make it to twelve o’clock to eat cake with you.”

       Pei Qing picked him up, turned him half a circle, and put him on the ground, saying, “Happy birthday, my baby.”

       They put the cake on the dining table.

       Pei Qing unpacked it, put in the candles, and found the lighter at home. He lit the candles first, then turned off the lights in the room. He then sat down face to face with Zhan Weiyang and sang a birthday song for Zhan Weiyang.

       The orange-red light of the candles was reflected in Zhan Weiyang’s eyes, which kept jumping as if they were stars. He kept looking at Pei Qing and waited until the whole song was finished, holding his hands, closing his eyes and making a wish for himself.

       He thought silently: I hope Dad stop getting angry, Grandma’s health will get better soon, Zhan Weiguang can be more sensible, and Qing ge will always be with me.

       Then he blew out the candles in one breath.

       Pei Qing turned on a small spotlight above his head and handed the knife to Zhan Weiyang to cut the cake.

       Zhan Weiyang looked very focused, wanting to cut the piece of cake with a big cherry in the middle for Pei Qing to eat.

       Because it was late at night, it was very quiet around, Pei Qing spoke softly and asked him, “Did you sneak out?”

       Zhan Weiyang asked curiously: “How did you know?” He carefully cut the piece of cake with the cherry and gave it to Pei Qing.

       Pei Qing took the small plate and said with a smile, “Thank you.”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “Eat it quickly, eat it quickly.”

       Pei Qing thought it was too late, and it was not convenient to send Zhan Weiyang back now. So he should get up early tomorrow morning to send him there and find an opportunity to chat with Zhan Pengcheng as well.

       The whole cake was too much for two people to finish, so Pei Qing put the rest in the refrigerator.

       It was past twelve o’clock at that time. Zhan Weiyang was a little melancholy. He stood in front of the sofa in the living room and said, “My eighteenth birthday is over.”

       Pei Qing came over, hugged him from behind, and whispered in his ear, “How come? From now until this day next year, you are eighteen years old.”

       Zhan Weiyang raised his head to look at him.

       Pei Qing kissed his lips and said, “It tastes sweet like cream.”

       Zhan Weiyang smiled and said, “You have it too.”

       When lying on the bed, Zhan Weiyang got into Pei Qing’s arms, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, “It’s the second day of my eighteenth birthday.”

       Pei Qing couldn’t help laughing and said, “And?”

       Zhan Weiyang bumped him with his elbow.

       Pei Qing looked at him quietly for a while in the dim environment with a smile on his lips and then kissed Zhan Weiyang’s lips.

       Zhan Weiyang thought it was just a sweet kiss, but he didn’t expect Pei Qing’s kiss to leave his lips, slide across his neck, and go all the way down. Zhan Weiyang covered his lips, opened his eyes wide and looked down, panicked and scared, but did not reach out to pull Pei Qing away.

       Later, Pei Qing hugged him and said, “Are you asleep?”

       Zhan Weiyang was still panting slightly and felt something was wrong, so he said, “What about you?”

       Pei Qing rubbed his face with the tip of his nose. “I’m very happy, too. Everything that belongs to Yangyang is mine.”

       Zhan Weiyang felt tired at this time and yawned.

       Pei Qing whispered, “Count down to three, two, one, and see who falls asleep first.”

       When Zhan Weiyang heard the countdown, he got nervous and said, “Immediately, immediately!” He immediately straightened his body and closed his eyes. When Pei Qing really counted down to ‘one’, Zhan Weiyang seemed hypnotised, and his consciousness became blurred.

       Zhan Weiyang slept very deeply this time, but he didn’t sleep too long. Pei Qing woke him up early the next morning.

       He opened his eyes halfway with difficulty and said hoarsely, “Hmm?”

       Pei Qing said, “Get up. If you go back late, your father will look for you.”

       Zhan Weiyang raised his hand to rub his eyes and asked, “What time is it?”

       Pei Qing told him, “It’s already eight o’clock.” In fact, it was only seven o’clock.

       Zhan Weiyang told Pei Qing in a sticky voice, “But I still want to sleep.”

       Pei Qing said, “Can you sleep after you go back? You have to get up now, or should I leave first?”

       When Zhan Weiyang heard Pei Qing say he was leaving, he opened his eyes quickly and said, “I’m up.”

       Pei Qing urged him to wash his face and brush his teeth and then took his hand and went out.

       Zhan Weiyang was still yawning as he walked. He thought about going home and said, “My father is going to lose his temper again.”

       Pei Qing said, “Your father is right to lose his temper; don’t blame him.”

       They stood at the elevator door, waiting for the elevator to come up from the first floor. After more than ten seconds, the elevator had arrived. The elevator door slowly opened, and Pei Qing saw an unexpected figure appear in the elevator.

       Pei Jingrong was standing in the elevator wearing a suit and tie. When he saw them, he frowned slightly.


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Chapter 30

       Jiang Tongyan had experienced many joyful moments in his life. Or rather, apart from those unsuccessful love stories, he was like a fish in water in every other aspect.

       Though it might sound shameful to say, he had grown up in a wealthy and loving family, where family members cherished one another. With such a background, there was hardly anything that could suffocate him with worry—happiness, on the other hand, was plentiful.

       Especially for Jiang Tongyan. His grandfather had taught him from a young age to be grateful, to respect and appreciate everything. With that mindset, he had lived most of his life quite well.

       But if he were to name his ‘happiest’ moment…

       Nowadays, advertisements weren’t even allowed to use the word ‘most’. People, especially cautious businessmen like Jiang Tongyan, avoided using those words whenever possible, lest they left themselves open to criticism.

       He wouldn’t casually label anything or anyone as ‘the most’ either—making absolute statements so easily was a foolish thing to do.

       However, the moment Qian Xiaoke asked him to recall the happiest time of his life, his rationality was immediately shattered by a flood of memories. The scene that popped into his mind was that day when he and Qian Xiaoke had been tangled up naked in bed.

       Well—only the first half. Because the second half was one of the most painful memories of his life.

       After thinking carefully for so long, this ‘most’ was the conclusion he came to.

       Jiang Tongyan subconsciously recalled that afternoon when Qian Xiaoke was lying naked on the bed, completely at his mercy. 

       At that time, he hadn’t yet known that Qian Xiaoke’s name was Qian Xiaoke, nor did he know that this guy was Cheng Sen’s employee. And he definitely hadn’t known that, not long after, they would experience something utterly suffocating.

       At that time, he just thought that this guy was soft and seductive—if only his mouth could be sewn shut.  

       As Qian Xiaoke continued his ‘treatment’, he was muttering, “Relax, relax. The more nervous you are about this kind of thing, the greater the psychological pressure, and the greater the psychological pressure—” 

       Qian Xiaoke stopped.

       His voice and movements stopped together.

       Jiang Tongyan was still lost in his memories. The first encounter was always beautiful. Back then, Qian Xiaoke didn’t seem as annoying as he was now. 

       “Jiang Tongyan.”

       Jiang Tongyan didn’t respond. He was busy blushing.

       “Jiang Tongyan!”

       Still no response—he was too busy savouring the Qian Xiaoke in his memory. 

       “Jiang Tongyan, for god’s sake!” Qian Xiaoke’s sudden sharp cry finally yanked Jiang Tongyan’s soul back into his body.

       “Look!” Qian Xiaoke excitedly grabbed Jiang Tongyan’s arm and shook it. “There’s a reaction! Holy shit, Big bro, you’re finally working again!”

       Jiang Tongyan looked down and saw that his ‘brother’, who had been in a state of depression, seemed to have straightened up slightly. At the same time, he heard Qian Xiaoke beside him wiping away non-existent tears and saying, “Look at it; it opened its eyes happily.”

       Jiang Tongyan had never been to school in China and had never studied Chinese well, so naturally, he didn’t know what the ‘opened his eyes happily1comes from the famous Chinese essay Spring (春) by Zhu Ziqing. In the original text, it describes the way the earth and nature wake up joyfully as spring arrives’ was.

       He only knew that he seemed to have really reacted.

       “Go on!” Jiang Tongyan was excited, “Hurry up, strike while the iron is hot!”

       Qian Xiaoke felt that he was right, and this kind of thing must be done while the iron was hot!

       He reached out his hand again, but the other party stopped again.

       “…Why is this?” Qian Xiaoke frowned.

       The surge of male confidence Jiang Tongyan had just felt was instantly shattered into dust. The moment Qian Xiaoke spoke, it was like a breeze blowing out a flickering candle.

       Jiang Tongyan looked down, his face full of sadness and disappointment.

       This was like someone giving him a piece of candy—just as he took a bite, they snatched it away and smacked him across the face.

       Honestly, it would have been better if they hadn’t given him the candy in the first place.

       The room, which had just been filled with excitement, now fell into heavy silence again.

       Qian Xiaoke felt this was not okay, so he said, “No worries, this is a good sign. The fact that it lifted a little proves there’s hope!”

       Jiang Tongyan frowned slightly, feeling heavy-hearted.

       “Come on, we got this!” Qian Xiaoke was full of energy, leaving Jiang Tongyan speechless.

       “Hey, don’t make that face!” Qian Xiaoke really couldn’t stand Jiang Tongyan like this. He was used to them constantly bickering, used to Jiang Tongyan strutting around with his arrogant attitude, nitpicking everything. This dejected version of him was unfamiliar and unsettling.

       “Don’t be like this, don’t be like this.” Qian Xiaoke helped tie his bathrobe back up and coaxed him like a child. “Don’t be sad. These things take time, you know?”

       “…Qian Xiaoke.” Jiang Tongyan looked at him with a pitiful expression. “Do you think maybe that was just a last flicker before death?”

       “…Hey!” Qian Xiaoke slapped Jiang Tongyan on the back, “What nonsense are you talking about? Pah pah pah!” Seeing him like this, Jiang Tongyan suddenly laughed.

       “Why are you so confident?” Jiang Tongyan still felt depressed, and he felt that his future was hopeless.

       “Do you not have confidence in yourself?” Qian Xiaoke wiggled his fingers at him. “Look, the situation isn’t great, but it’s not completely useless either!”

       Qian Xiaoke smiled, “I just realised—my hands really are magical.”

       Jiang Tongyan shot him a sidelong glance. “Saying all that, you were just praising yourself, huh?”

       Qian Xiaoke let out a goofy laugh, then smacked him hard on the back again. “Friend, stop being so gloomy. If there’s a problem, we solve it. And if we can’t, there’s always a doctor.”

       Jiang Tongyan really didn’t want to see a doctor.

       That would be humiliating.

       If he went, people would ask: Handsome guy, what’s wrong with you?

       He replied: Doctor, I can’t get hard anymore.

       It was so embarrassing. If words got out—Jiang Tongyan might as well just disappear from the world.

       “I just think that no matter how bad things are, they always get better eventually,” Qian Xiaoke said. “Everyone has hurdles in life. You just have to get past them.”

       Jiang Tongyan wasn’t sure why, but something about what this guy said actually comforted him.

       “Qian Xiaoke, I just realised…”

       “Ah? What?” Qian Xiaoke blinked at him with a completely innocent face.  

       Jiang Tongyan chuckled, reached out, and ruffled his hair. “Nothing.”

       Qian Xiaoke pouted, “Crazy.”

       It’s true, wasn’t this a mental illness?

       Jiang Tongyan thought to himself—he was definitely sick in the head.

       “By the way, I have something to tell you.” Jiang Tongyan said, “I suggested to your Chairman Cheng that they should arrange for you to move into a company-provided dorm soon.”

       “Huh?” Qian Xiaoke was shocked.

       “Don’t huh me,” Jiang Tongyan said, “Go home and pack your things. It should be in the next few days.”

       After he finished speaking, he stood up and straightened his twisted robe, “Just go, go. Do what you need to do; don’t disturb my sleep.”

       “Huh? Why didn’t I know about this?”

       Jiang Tongyan stuffed Qian Xiaoke’s small backpack into his arms. “There are plenty of things you don’t know. Now go, go, go home!”

       Qian Xiaoke was practically shoved out of the hotel by Jiang Tongyan. Standing at the door, he clutched his small backpack with both hands, looking utterly bewildered. To passing strangers, he probably seemed quite pitiful.

       However, Qian Xiaoke was only dazed for a brief moment before snapping out of it, then nearly cheered as he ran out of the hotel.

       Since Qian Xiaoke left, Jiang Tongyan had been leaning against the door, peering through the peephole to watch him. He observed Qian Xiaoke’s changing expressions and saw the guy flitting away like a little swallow. He couldn’t hold back a laugh.

       He walked to the window and soon saw Qian Xiaoke running out of the hotel and running towards his home.

       Qian Xiaoke was truly a fascinating person. When he was happy, it had a contagious effect—just watching him could make others happy, too. This was what Jiang Tongyan thought at this moment.

       Seeing Qian Xiaoke leave so joyfully, all his previous gloom vanished. He felt like he was floating on a cloud of color.

       He picked up the phone and called Cheng Sen.

       “Calling me this late, what do you want?”

       “What are you up to?” Jiang Tongyan asked, “Do you have time now?”

       “I’m having dinner with my Baby,” Cheng Sen said, “I’m busy.”

       “…Do me a favour,” Jiang Tongyan said, “Help me find two apartments next to each other.”

       Cheng Sen burst into laughter, “Got it.”

       “I haven’t explained it yet. What do you get?”

       Cheng Sen laughed, “Your intention is written on your face.”

       He said, “I thought Qian Xiaoke was not your type.”

       “…Cheng Sen! What’s wrong with you?!” Jiang Tongyan roared, “Who said that? What does this have to do with Qian Xiaoke? Stop talking nonsense!”

       Cheng Sen laughed so hard he nearly fell out of his chair. Zhou Mo came over and muttered in disgust, “Who is that on the phone? Sounds like they’re on drugs or something.”

       “Jiang Tongyan,” Cheng Sen said, He’s fallen for Qian Xiaoke but won’t admit it.”

       Zhou Mo let out a surprised, “Ouch”. He leaned over to the microphone and asked, “Old Jiang, you are not pursuing Suo Yang anymore?”

       Suo Yang?

       Who is Suo Yang?

       Jiang Tongyan was in a trance for a moment, and then he remembered that Suo Yang was his ideal blind date partner!

       “I’m too busy recently,” Jiang Tongyan lied, “I haven’t had time to make an appointment with him.”

       “I don’t think you need to make an appointment,” Zhou Mo said, “He’s busy too and has no time to deal with you.”

       Jiang Tongyan pouted, deciding he didn’t want to waste any more words on this couple.

       “Cheng Sen, please arrange the rental for me as soon as possible, preferably in the next two days, fully furnished and ready to move in.”

       “So urgent?” Cheng Sen said, “Even if you’re coming, it won’t be until the end of the year, right?”

       “It’s just… ugh, don’t ask so many questions. I’ll pay. Just help me out.”

       Cheng Sen, who had seen through everything, agreed, and after hanging up the phone, he contacted a familiar real estate agent.

       Jiang Tongyan stood by the window, contemplating for a long while before lighting a cigarette.

       He found that he hadn’t been smoking much lately—because he hadn’t been feeling stressed.

       Although rich people were much happier, they occasionally had ‘little melancholy moments’—like when someone else snatched their crush away. Usually, at times like that, Jiang Tongyan would smoke.

       But since he met Qian Xiaoke, he almost quit smoking.

       It was good, amazing even.

       Qian Xiaoke was really an amazing person.

       Jiang Tongyan chuckled with the cigarette between his lips. Ash fell onto the windowsill, and he casually blew it to the ground.

       This time, he wasn’t smoking because he was upset. As for why?

       That’s a secret.

       He wasn’t about to let anyone know what he was thinking.


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