Month: April 2025 (Page 3 of 3)

Chapter 4

April 4, 2025 / / 0 Comments

       Zhao Jinchuan left the apartment and returned home.

       As soon as he stepped through the door, he heard Zhao Dongsheng’s furious voice coming from the study on the second floor, “What a bastard you raised! What else can he do besides causing trouble? A worthless piece of shit!”

       Zhao Jinchuan paused in his steps, a vicious chill flashing in his eyes. He had inherited his mother’s looks, which were naturally refined and handsome. Unfortunately, after spending too long indulging in debauchery, he had picked up a certain air of wantonness. Although he still gave off a sinister and ruthless vibe when he was stern.

       He slowly ascended the stairs and heard his mother, Fang Huiyun, softly pleading beside Zhao Dongsheng, “Why do you get so angry? Jinchuan is still young; everyone makes small mistakes. Why get so worked up over this?”

       “Small mistakes?” Zhao Dongsheng was furious, “Idiot! The Eldest has been struggling for so long with that Shen family over a position, and he’s finally about to make it—do you have any idea how many eyes are on the Zhao family right now? And at such a critical moment, your good-for-nothing son actually dared to hire someone to commit murder! Absolutely lawless!”

       Perhaps because they knew the topic was confidential, all the servants in the house had been sent away, and only Zhao Dongsheng’s personal secretary Yue Zhong was waiting at the door. Zhao Jinchuan pushed the door open and walked in. Fang Huiyun was afraid he would face Zhao Dongsheng’s wrath. She rushed forward and said, “There’s food downstairs, you should…”

       “I’m not hungry,” Zhao Jinchuan plopped down on the sofa, brushing his still damp hair back, “You called me back just to scold me, right? Go ahead.”

       This attitude choked Zhao Dongsheng so much that he threw a teacup from the table at him in anger, spilling tea all over Zhao Jinchuan. The cup rolled to the ground and broke into pieces.

       “Oh!” Fang Huiyun exclaimed in shock, wiping the tea off her son while glaring at Zhao Dongsheng with teary eyes, “It was freshly brewed tea! What if he gets burned?”

       Zhao Dongsheng scolded, “Look at his arrogant attitude! I’ve warned him repeatedly—running a company requires discretion, and the formula of health care products must be carefully examined. You assured me nothing would happen, but how many times has this been now?”

       Zhao Jinchuan brushed off his trousers nonchalantly and said slowly, “You’ve seen the annual report. For my first venture into business, this profit is pretty good. Health supplements go into people’s stomachs; it’s normal for a few with weak constitutions to react badly. That old man wouldn’t let go, so I just gave him a lesson. If he can’t take a hit, that’s his own bad luck, not my fault.”

       “Bullshit!” Zhao Dongsheng cursed, “Do you even know what time it is? The whole family has to think twice before moving a finger, and here you are, causing such a huge mess! Look at all the messed-up news online!”

       Zhao Jinchuan gave a disdainful laugh, “Those who jump around online are cowards who didn’t dare to even fart loudly in real life. Have the cyber police arrest a couple, and they’ll quiet down. As for impact, don’t worry about it. They’re like fish, one second they’re all for justice, the next they forget it all for some celebrity gossip. If you scatter some fish food, it will spread from one person to ten, and then to a hundred, and they’ll chase it around for a while. What waves can they make?”

       Zhao Jinchuan said dismissively, “I’ve already dealt with the guy who did the hit-and-run. The police won’t catch anyone, nor will it trace back to the Zhao family. Since it’s already happened, if you find it troublesome… what was that phrase? Oh, ‘sacrificing personal relationships for the greater good’. You can just send me to jail, earn a good reputation for being law-abiding, and help my uncle out. The Zhao family won’t miss me.”

       He extended his arms as if ready for handcuffs.

       Zhao Dongsheng snorted coldly, “So you’re playing the part of the broken jar now?”

       “Aren’t I just a broken jar? The old man can’t stand the sight of me, and neither can you. You both think I’ll never measure up to the one she gave birth to. I heard you even needed a paternity test before acknowledging me—am I wrong?”

       “What nonsense are you talking about!” Fang Huiyun quickly tried to stop him.

       Zhao Jinchuan leaned back on the sofa and tilted his head to avoid her hand, “I know exactly which shameless cowards have been egging you on behind the scenes for today’s scolding. This isn’t a big deal—I can handle it myself, which is why I didn’t bother coming to report it to you. If you still feel like yelling, go ahead and yell a bit more. If not, I’ll be on my way.”

       “You…” Zhao Dongsheng’s anger flared up again.

       Fang Huiyun poked her son’s head hard and said preemptively, “Don’t always talk back to your dad. He’s just worried about you. Go change your pants, they’re wet.”

       Zhao Jinchuan stood up, looking at Zhao Dongsheng.

       Zhao Dongsheng didn’t say anything, his face stern.

       He turned and left.

       Zhao Dongsheng was still angry, and scolded Fang Huiyun, “You make a great shield!”

       Fang Huiyun glared back, “What else should I do? Let you scold him, let those two belittle him? He’s my son, if you won’t cherish him, I will. I might not have taught him well, but who told you to keep him hidden for so many years?” Her eyes reddened before she finished, murmuring, “If you had spent more time with him when he was young, he wouldn’t be causing trouble all the time.”

       “Alright,” Zhao Dongsheng rubbed his brow in frustration, “Every time I say something, you have a pile of words waiting.”

       “You provoked me,” Fang Huiyun wiped her eyes and refilled a cup for him, “Jinchuan is still young, inexperienced. He’ll mature with more experience. Don’t always scold him in anger; he respects you the most, it’ll hurt him.”

       “Respect my ass,” Zhao Dongsheng cursed and took the the teacup, “You spoil him too much, and it’ll lead to trouble.”

       “He’s straightforward and wears his heart on his sleeve—out of all the kids, isn’t he the one most like you?” Fang Huiyun touched his temples, “Don’t get upset over these small things; you’ll get more wrinkles. How about I stew some ginseng for you?”

       “If your precious son doesn’t cause more trouble, I’ll stay young,” Zhao Dongsheng’s anger was finally dissipated by Fang Huiyun. “Call xiao Yue in, I have some things for him to do.”

       Fang Huiyun knew this meant her husband was going to help their son clean up the mess, and she felt relieved, smiling as she opened the door for Yue Zhong.

              After Xiao Chengzong’s death, a self-operated news account broke the story of ‘The mysterious poisoning case of Baolijian and the plaintiff’s lawyer dying in an accident’, which quickly went viral, garnering significant media attention. 

       Baolijian already had a bad reputation, and now it was linked to a premeditated murder. It didn’t take long for indignant netizens to uncover the identity of Zhao Jinchuan’s identity as a major shareholder, exposing the Zhao family’s extensive influence across politics and business.

       However, this wave of outrage was soon quietly quelled by an invisible net.

       Comments were prohibited, reposts were rendered invalid, topics disappeared, and hot searches were removed.

       In just three hours, all information related to Baolijian and Kuangmu evaporated, leaving only a few brave self-media outlets stubbornly keeping the issue alive, like small waves in an ocean after a stone has sunk.

              Qin Mu arrived in J City by ten in the morning. It had just rained, leaving the ground wet. Gangzi rented a car, navigating to the address in the old city district in the east.

       The houses here were built in the 1980s. They were generally low and cramped, making the area feel crowded. Because a leader was due to visit a key project in the eastern suburbs and might pass through, the district had spent considerable effort painting the walls white near the road. These old buildings looked like painted ghosts with pink faces but gray backs, which looked quite bizarre.

       Zhang Wenhua lived in one of these mismatched tube-shaped buildings. Going up the stairs to the second floor, there were torn Spring Festival couplets pasted outside the iron door, and the ‘0’ in the doorplate ‘205’ was leaning weakly to one side.

       Qin Mu knocked, but there was no answer. Calling led to a message that the phone was off.

       He furrowed his brows.

       Uncle Zhang lived alone. His wife had passed away long ago, and he only had a daughter he rarely saw. He was not very mobile and seldom left home, yet he had proactively contacted Qin Mu earlier to sign the power of attorney. Now, his phone being off was clearly a sign of trouble.

       Gangzi leaned against the door and listened. He then checked outside the corridor window before agilely climbing out, using the wall for support.

       Qin Mu was startled, peering out to watch.

       Gangzi climbed the external water pipe, stepping on the protruding edge of the wall to peer into the window of room 205, then climbed back in. His movements so silent for such a big man. Qin Mu now understood why Chu Yu insisted he bring Gangzi; his skills were indeed impressive.

       Gangzi typed ‘there’s someone’ on his phone to show Qin Mu, but loudly said, “No one’s here, let’s go. We’ll come back once we contact him.”

       Qin Mu understood, replying, “Alright.”

       They went downstairs, left through the front, then circled back from behind. They hid at the corner of the third floor of the building opposite to watch.

       Soon, they saw three people in suits emerge from room 205, talking as they left the courtyard and got into a black Audi.

       Gangzi took photos with his phone, saying, “I’ll send these back for checking.”

       “No need,” Qin Mu said, “They’re either from Baolijian or Kuangmu, here to silence him.”

       “Then we…”

       “Wait.”

       They waited a bit longer. Qin Mu’s phone received a message saying the number he had called was now in service. He called again, and it was answered after two rings.

       “Lawyer xiao Qin…” Zhang Wenhua’s voice was weak, like a flickering candle in the wind, “I’m not doing this lawsuit anymore.”

       Qin Mu showed no particular emotion and seemed surprisingly calm. He said slowly, “Uncle Zhang, I’m not here to force you into the lawsuit. Regardless of whether we proceed, I wanted to see you because Teacher Xiao was working tirelessly for you right up until his accident; he was always very concerned about you.”

       A series of coughs came from the other end, the old man struggling to speak, “I am very sorry for him.”

       Qin Mu said, “I want to see you. Can I?”

       The old man was silent for a while before agreeing.

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Chapter 3

April 4, 2025 / / 0 Comments

       Qin Mu sat in Xiao Chengzong’s room until dawn.

       Before his death, Teacher Xiao had been handling a case commissioned by an elderly man in his sixties named Zhang Wenhua, who had developed organ damage after long-term use of a nutritional supplement produced by ‘Baolijian’* under the banner of the Kuangmu Group. A month ago, he was diagnosed with liver cancer.

       This was not a first case incident. Since it was launched five years ago, there have been numerous reports of adverse effects on the products, which boasted ‘strengthening the body and rejuvenating youth’ and claimed to be ‘the culmination of traditional Chinese medicine, absolutely safe with no side effects’.

       ‘Baolijian’ contained a traditional Chinese herb with trace amounts of SBXD*, which could accumulate in the liver and increase the risk of cancer. Yet, the company never altered the so-called ‘secret traditional Chinese medicine formula’ and instead ramped up its marketing efforts, quietly settling the few lawsuits that arose.

       Last September, Xiao Chengzong represented a patient with liver cysts in a compensation case against Kuangmu Corporation. Although the compensation was kept low, it was the first time the lawsuit was won with difficulty. Following this, many others affected by ‘Baolijian’ sought Xiao Chengzong’s help for their rights. Xiao Chengzong began to gather evidence, consulting with famous experts in medicine and pharmacology to analyse the product and case studies, preparing extensive groundwork.

       The old man did this not for fame or fortune but for justice. Like a fearless needle, he wove together a thread of suffering, about to pierce through the glossy facade to expose the ugliness beneath. At last, Baolijian Company could no longer sit still.

       Afterwards, Xiao Chengzong received threatening letters written in blood, silent midnight calls, and was even pushed down a staircase. The police never found valuable leads and treated these incidents as pranks. The old man was afraid that his relatives and friends would worry and get involved, so he kept silent about it.

       Although the old friend had gone, the work remained. The neatly stacked materials and open notebooks on the old wooden desk seemed to await the old man’s return quietly. This was the brightest spot in the room, where the old man had worked long hours, smoothing the edges of the desk. Qin Mu slowly traced the wood’s grain with his fingers, as if silently communicating with the deceased. He sat there for a long time until his phone rang, then he packed up all the materials and left.

       He booked an early morning flight to J City to handle the change of attorney for Zhang Wenhua. Before leaving, he met with Chu Yu and obtained some information.

              The person in charge at Baolijian was Zhao Jinchuan, one of the famous ‘Four Young Masters’ of J City. There were many scandals and rumors about him, from drunk driving and hitting people, to beating a cohabitating actress to disability, to drug use and debauchery at parties… These evil acts that would land an ordinary person in jail for life had no effect on him.

       Because his last name was Zhao.

       The Zhao family was deeply rooted in J City. With General Zhao laying the foundation, the younger generation naturally could enjoy the shade. The Zhao family had numerous branches, extensive marriages, and intertwined business and political interests. It was like a giant spider entrenched in J City, stretching out its slender legs in the giant web, sensitively detecting the vibration of each silk thread.

       Among these many spider legs, the thickest belonged to Zhao Dongsheng. Zhao Dongsheng, Old Zhao’s youngest son, was sharp-minded and cunning from a young age, unlike his two older brothers. He leveraged the resources from his well-positioned father and brothers to make a name for himself in business. He later married Song Min, the daughter of a dairy industry magnate, to establish the powerful Kuangmu Empire.

       Their marriage was purely a business arrangement with no real affection. Song Min, who detested his philandering ways, moved to the US for recuperation after bearing twins. Having spent his life among countless women, Zhao Dongsheng eventually let one slip into his arms—Fang Huiyun. She was a folk singer who was reserved for grand occasions. She was more than ten years younger, had a pretty appearance, a keen mind, and the ability to adapt to any situation. Their fateful encounter led to the birth of a child.

       However, Old Zhao was vehemently against it, causing constant conflict. Zhao Dongsheng didn’t dare acknowledge the child, keeping the mother and child away for seven to eight years. Fang Huiyun waited patiently until Song Min passed away to bring Zhao Jinchuan into the family.

       The illegitimate child suddenly became a young master, but his inherent temper and character were extremely difficult to change. Zhao Jinchuan was both inferior and conceited, sinister and extreme. He could not tolerate any criticism from others and was very ruthless in doing things.

       Old Zhao disliked this grandson and never invited him to family dinners. Zhao Dongsheng was annoyed by his troublemaking nature but couldn’t disown his own blood, especially with Fang Huiyun’s constant persuasion. Zhao Jinchuan refused a nominal position in the corporation, demanding to start something big, so Zhao Dongsheng gave him startup funds. With some dubious health supplement formula, Zhao Jinchuan built Baoli Jian, beginning his path of making money through harmful means.

       J City’s complex web of interests included the Golden Eagle’s hidden lines. As its leader, Chu Yu couldn’t act openly but could assist Qin Mu privately. He provided detailed information, including relationship charts of key figures, distribution of interests, and other data. For Qin Mu’s safety, he assigned a capable bodyguard, disguised as an assistant, to accompany him.

       While waiting at the airport, Qin Mu received a message from Zhou Yi:

       —Arrived at the airport?

       —Arrived.

       —No new developments from the police. Teacher’s widow is in stable condition, and some classmates are helping with the funeral arrangements, don’t worry. Take care of yourself.

       Qin Mu replied with an ‘OK’ and rubbed his brow after taking off his glasses. He hadn’t slept for a day and night. His nerves stretched thin, showing signs of fatigue.

       Outside the glass wall, a massive airplane roared into the dawn sky, like an unruly bird disappearing into the horizon. The bodyguard, Gangzi, reminded him, “Lawyer Qin, it’s time to board.”

       Qin Mu packed his laptop into his bag and headed towards the boarding gate.

              At the same time, the bizarre night in J City was just ending.

       Zhao Jinchuan reached out from under the covers to silence the incessantly ringing phone, pulling the naked body beside him close, sucking at her breasts. The guest was woken up by his antics and caressed his head playfully, “So early in the morning! You wore me out last night.” Her voice was soft and sweet; it was the popular singer Yang Xue.

       Zhao Jinchuan, still playing with her nipple, moved his hand downwards, touching something that made her cry out. He chuckled, “Why are you squeezing so tight? Spread them, let me see if I’ve swollen you up.”

       “Ah, Young Master Chuan, I beg for mercy… Can I beg for mercy? I have a schedule today. If you do it again, I won’t be able to get up.”

       As they tangled in the sheets, the phone rang again. Yang Xue caught a glimpse of the caller ID and was filled with jealousy, “Oh, which ‘great beauty’ is this?”

       “My mom, why are you jealous for no reason?” Zhao Jinchuan slapped her buttocks hard, snatching the phone and answering it. After a couple of sentences, he grew impatient, “Alright, alright, I’m coming back.” The call killed his mood, and he was ready to leave after a shower.

       Yang Xue handed him a warmed cup of milk, “Have some, you drank so much last night…”

       Zhao Jinchuan pushed it away with a cold face, “Mind your own business.”

       He was an extremely emotional person. One moment he was in a sunny mood, the next stormy. It was obvious that he was in a bad mood at the moment. The milk spilled over Yang Xue’s hand, burning her. She placed the cup aside without saying anything, laughing it off, “It’s raining outside, let the driver pick you up.” She knew he had drunk a lot yesterday and was probably still over the limit. However, she didn’t dare advise him directly, only suggesting indirectly.

       Zhao Jinchuan caught on, raising an eyebrow, “Why? Afraid I’ll get arrested for drunk driving and won’t be there to support you?” He slapped her face a few times, “Don’t worry, your man can handle anything. Be good, don’t give me a headache.”

       The slaps were hard. Yang Xue’s face was tilted to the side, but she smiled good-naturedly, “I was worrying for nothing.” She owed it all to this man’s money, from being an unknown member of a girl group to a top-tier idol. She would rather endure his drunken beatings, rough sex, and sudden mood swings than fall from fame to obscurity. This was the path she chose.

       After seeing Zhao Jinchuan off, Yang Xue went to the bathroom to wash. Last night, in the heat of the moment, he had been rough with her at the table’s edge. She had a large bruise on her lower back, purple bite marks on her chest, and her lower body was sore. It stung when water touched it. She finished her difficult shower and stood in front of the mirror. Her reflection blurred by steam, like a nameless shadow. She wiped the mirror, revealing her reddened eyes. Her phone rang; her assistant was urging her downstairs. She quickly wiped her tears, responding, “I’ll be right there.”

 

*Note: All companies, cases, drugs, and characters mentioned in this text are fictional and do not allude to any real entities or individuals.

T/N:
Sorry for the long update lol
I’ve been quite busy and honestly the first few chapters have heavy scenes (not smut heavy but content heavy) so I took longer time to process things lmao

I planned to release a few chapters to compensate for the absence of new chapter the past few weeks ><

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Chapter 78 – I'm an unmarried pregnant man, I'm confessing 

April 3, 2025 / / 0 Comments

Chapter 78 – I’m an unmarried pregnant man, I’m confessing 

 

Xiao Shiqing looked at the still-unaware Zhao Qi and sighed. “If the Empress Dowager comes in person, you can meet her in bed. With the covers on, she won’t be able to see much.”

 

As they had guessed, Empress Dowager Wen hurried to Xuchun Garden the next day. Having not seen each other for months, Zhao Qi missed her, and Empress Dowager Wen’s eyes reddened as soon as she saw him.

 

“You child, how did you get sick just after coming back?” Empress Dowager Wen sat by the bed, holding Zhao Qi’s hand, and examined him from top to bottom. “Fortunately, you haven’t lost much weight. It seems like you’ve even gained a bit.”

 

Zhao Qi gave an awkward smile. “I was planning to recover quickly and pay my respects to Mother, but I didn’t expect you to come and see me first.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen turned to Cheng Boyan. “What illness does His Majesty have?”

 

Cheng Boyan took out the prepared statement. “His Majesty has contracted a rare disease from Eastern Japan. The Prime Minister has invited a divine doctor from Eastern Japan, and the doctor says His Majesty must rest in bed to recover.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen was puzzled. “How could he contract such a rare disease from Eastern Japan?”

 

Zhao Qi gave a hollow laugh. That was something to ask his good cousin.

 

“Rest assured, Empress Dowager. The divine doctor says His Majesty will definitely recover in two months as long as he follows the treatment.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen was distressed. “Two months, indeed.”

 

“Don’t worry about me,” Zhao Qi feigned weakness. “How have you been lately?”

 

“Good, all is good. Originally, I planned to invite distinguished young ladies to the palace for you to see on the Qixi Festival. Who knew you’d fall ill—sigh.”

 

Zhao Qi said embarrassedly, “Mother is still thinking about my marriage.”

 

“Of course, it can’t be delayed. I’m still waiting to hold a grandchild,” Empress Dowager Wen said. “I’m waiting for the grandchild.”

 

Zhao Qi thought to himself that she would be holding one soon, really.

 

“Mother, it’s getting late. You should return to the palace and rest.”

 

“Return to the palace? I’m not going back. I’ll stay here in Xuchun Garden with you.”

 

Zhao Qi: “…” This is trouble.

 

—

 

Xiao Shiqing was right. It was impossible to keep Empress Dowager Wen in the dark. Instead of continuously lying, it was better to reveal the truth early and get it over with.

 

But how was he supposed to start? He felt like an unmarried girl who had become pregnant and secretly indulged in forbidden fruit. Her parents thought she was still a good girl while her belly grew.

 

Zhao Qi struggled internally, and though he almost spoke several times, he ultimately swallowed his words.

 

Empress Dowager Wen settled into Xuchun Garden and came to visit Zhao Qi every day. Occasionally, she would even personally feed him medicine. Zhao Qi, with tears in his eyes, took the prenatal medicine from her hand, feeling not like he was taking medicine but receiving boundless maternal love, which made him feel even more guilty.

 

By the time Zhao Qi’s belly was over six months along, autumn had gradually arrived, bringing some chill in the mornings and evenings. The fetal movements of the dragon egg became increasingly frequent, and the heavy belly had begun to affect Zhao Qi’s normal life. He often had to get up at night, and his waist ached. Fortunately, Jiang Dehai had a skill in massage and would help him alleviate fatigue whenever he could.

 

Zhao Qi lay on his side on the soft couch, half-closing his eyes to enjoy the pleasant sensation from the massage. Suddenly, a kick from the dragon egg made him frown. “Oh, looks like the little one is awake.”

 

Jiang Dehai asked, “What did His Majesty say?”

 

“I’m talking to the little princess,” Zhao Qi replied, propping his head up with one hand and rubbing his belly with the other. “When will these days end? I really want to get this over with soon.”

 

Some say that taking care of a baby after giving birth is more exhausting than being pregnant, but Zhao Qi wasn’t worried. Xiao Shiqing had already arranged for a wet nurse and a nanny for the little princess. Once the dragon egg was delivered, Zhao Qi would be just like any other father, focusing on playing with and teaching the baby, while others would handle the rest.

 

Jiang Dehai smiled and asked, “Has His Majesty picked a good name for the little princess yet?”

 

Zhao Qi’s face shone with paternal love. “Yes, it’s decided…”

 

At this moment, a voice called from outside, “Your Majesty, Your Majesty—”

 

Zhao Qi’s first reaction was that Empress Dowager Wen had come to see him again. He hurriedly said, “Quick, help me to the bed!”

 

After Zhao Qi lay down on the bed and covered his stomach with a quilt, the voice continued, “The Prime Minister is here.”

 

Zhao Qi breathed a sigh of relief, too lazy to get up again. He threw off the quilt to make it easier for the dragon egg and her father to greet each other.

 

Since Empress Dowager Wen moved to Xuchun Garden, the time Xiao Shiqing and Zhao Qi spent alone had decreased significantly. Xiao Shiqing couldn’t visit when Empress Dowager Wen was around, and his heavy official duties occupied most of his time. Nevertheless, Xiao Shiqing would find an opportunity to visit Zhao Qi every day and share some “good news” about the court that was uplifting.

 

For instance, the southern floods had completely ended, and the people were gradually returning to normal life. Yu Chenshui had indeed proved to be a rare talent in flood control. By guiding the situation, replacing blocking with draining, building dams, and creating channels, he diverted the water into the plains, irrigated the fields, and turned disaster into benefit. It was expected that within a year, the banks of the Huai River would experience a great harvest. The common people’s wallets would be fattened, and the national treasury would receive a large influx of funds. With a well-stocked treasury, they would not fear any future wars.

 

When Xiao Shiqing entered and saw Zhao Qi, the usual coldness he carried from high places softened considerably. “Your Majesty.”

 

Zhao Qi lazily replied, “Oh, the Prime Minister is here—please be seated.”

 

Xiao Shiqing smiled. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

 

Zhao Qi wasn’t done playing the imperial game yet. Not only did he not call Xiao Shiqing “brother,” but he also enjoyed displaying his emperor’s demeanor in front of him. He couldn’t help it; after being repressed for so long, he was eager to savor the role of the emperor while he could.

 

Xiao Shiqing sat down by the bed. “How are you feeling today?”

 

Zhao Qi wanted to say that the seat he granted was a small stool beside him, not his bed, but upon meeting Xiao Shiqing’s gaze, he couldn’t help but answer, “The little princess keeps kicking me, so I couldn’t sleep at all last night. My dark circles are about to show up.”

 

Xiao Shiqing, though concerned, was helpless and merely nodded. “You’ve worked hard.”

 

Zhao Qi was dismissive. “Is that all? Just talking about it?” He had come to understand the most useless of parenting tools—the father of the child.

 

Xiao Shiqing chuckled softly. “What does His Majesty want me to do?”

 

Zhao Qi lowered his head and spoke in a voice barely above a whisper, “I want you to keep me company more.”

 

Xiao Shiqing didn’t catch it clearly at first. “Hmm?”

 

Zhao Qi cleared his throat and turned his face away. “It’s nothing.”

 

Perhaps accustomed to Xiao Shiqing’s company, or maybe because during the later stages of pregnancy, he couldn’t see anyone else and was too bored, Zhao Qi’s daily highlights were mealtime and spending time with Xiao Shiqing.

 

Strangely, when they were together on the dragon boat, he didn’t find Xiao Shiqing particularly special and sometimes even found him a nuisance, wanting to be alone. But now, he felt he could never get enough of Xiao Shiqing.

 

This was, of course, related to Xiao Shiqing’s exceptional appearance, but more so to Zhao Qi’s own state of mind.

 

Zhao Qi asked himself again: Does he like him?

 

Sigh, what’s the point of asking this now that the baby is about to be born?

 

After a while without conversation, Empress Dowager Wen arrived—this time, she was really here. Xiao Shiqing calmly adjusted Zhao Qi’s quilt and rose to greet her.

 

Empress Dowager Wen seemed to be in a good mood. Seeing Xiao Shiqing, she smiled and said, “The Prime Minister is here as well.”

 

Xiao Shiqing replied, “I came to report to His Majesty.”

 

“That’s just right. You can also help the Emperor review these.”

 

Zhao Qi asked, “Review what, Mother?”

 

Empress Dowager Wen turned and said, “Yunxiu, bring them in.”

 

Three eunuchs stepped forward, each carrying several scrolls of paintings. Yunxiu explained, “Since the Emperor is bedridden and the Qiqiao Festival banquet cannot be held, but the important matter of selecting a consort cannot be delayed, the Empress Dowager specially had artists create portraits of each of the noble ladies for His Majesty to review.”

 

Zhao Qi’s heart tightened, and he secretly observed Xiao Shiqing’s expression. Xiao Shiqing looked as calm as usual, as if he had long expected this.

 

Zhao Qi forced a smile. “Mother, I’m a bit tired…”

 

“You don’t have to move. You just need to look at the paintings while lying down. How much effort can that take?” Empress Dowager Wen said, not giving him a choice. “Let’s start with the portrait of the Duke of Wen’s granddaughter.”

 

The scroll was slowly unrolled in front of the bed. Zhao Qi took a glance, covered his eyes, and said, “Oh, my eyes hurt. I’m afraid I can’t see it—”

 

Empress Dowager Wen laughed in exasperation. “Your Majesty, you’re almost twenty years old. How long do you intend to delay?”

 

Zhao Qi peered through his fingers at Xiao Shiqing—was he just silently watching, not saying a word and waiting for him to perform? He was infuriated and decided to stop pretending, putting his hand down and saying, “Mother, I don’t want a consort.”

 

A hint of amusement flashed in Xiao Shiqing’s eyes, but Empress Dowager Wen’s brows knitted tightly. “Nonsense. If you don’t want a consort, what do you want?”

 

Zhao Qi hesitated, “I just don’t want to get married.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen’s expression turned stern. “Qi’er, do you even realize what you’re saying?”

 

Just as Zhao Qi was about to speak, Xiao Shiqing finally spoke up. “The Emperor cannot marry at the moment.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen immediately turned her attention to Xiao Shiqing. “What does the Prime Minister mean by that?”

 

“It’s exactly what the Empress Dowager has heard.”

 

“Didn’t the Prime Minister always support the Emperor’s early marriage?” Empress Dowager Wen asked in confusion. “The list of these noble ladies was even drafted by you.”

 

Though it was not the time, Zhao Qi couldn’t help but feel a bit schadenfreude remembering when Xiao Shiqing was finding him a wife. It seemed like the stone had finally been dropped on his own foot.

 

Xiao Shiqing said, “Times have changed.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen was even more puzzled. “What’s the difference between now and then?”

 

Xiao Shiqing glanced at the person who seemed to be enjoying the spectacle and smiled softly. At that time, he viewed the emperor as a puppet; now, he saw Zhao Qi as his treasure. Today, if the great treasure said he didn’t want to get married, then doing anything to support that was worth it.

 

The reactions of the two could not escape Empress Dowager Wen’s eyes. “What are you two playing at?”

 

“Your Majesty, it’s me who doesn’t want His Majesty to marry,” Xiao Shiqing said, “It has nothing to do with the Emperor.”

 

Zhao Qi was stunned. Was Xiao Shiqing trying to take the blame for everything? Even so, a royal marriage was a major matter. Even if Empress Dowager Wen had all sorts of reservations about him, she would not compromise on this issue. Was Xiao Shiqing’s intelligence suddenly offline?

 

Empress Dowager Wen was silent for a moment and then said, “You all leave.”

 

The palace maids and eunuchs withdrew, leaving only the three of them. Empress Dowager Wen said, “There are no outsiders here now. Shiqing, you may speak your true intentions to me—why don’t you want His Majesty to establish an empress?”

 

Zhao Qi thought Xiao Shiqing was going to reveal that he had his dragon egg. He couldn’t help but blame him for not consulting him first. Wasn’t this completely ignoring his opinion again? To his surprise, Xiao Shiqing calmly said, “No particular reason. I simply don’t want to.”

 

Not only Zhao Qi but even Empress Dowager Wen was stunned. “So you’re just… making a fuss?”

 

Xiao Shiqing didn’t confirm or deny it.

 

Empress Dowager Wen’s anger was already uncontrollable. She slapped the table hard and was about to question him, but Xiao Shiqing spoke first.

 

“I am willing to relinquish the Heavenly Secret Camp’s command, the capital’s Imperial Guards’ authority, one half of the imperial token, and the prime minister’s seal, as long as the Empress Dowager does not force His Majesty to choose an empress.”

 

The matter was so unexpected that both mother and son thought they had heard wrong.

 

The Heavenly Secret Camp’s command, the capital’s Imperial Guards’ authority, the imperial token used to mobilize armies, and the prime minister’s seal—these four were the greatest chips Xiao Shiqing held. Without any one of them, his power would face significant constraints, yet Xiao Shiqing was willing to give them all up.

 

In Zhao Qi’s view, Xiao Shiqing and “power” were intertwined. As long as he wanted, he could easily seize the Zhao family’s throne. His delay in taking action was merely because he enjoyed manipulating things behind the scenes more than holding a nominal position. 

 

Xiao Shiqing was a powerful minister, a figure that the royal family both feared and couldn’t do anything about. What would happen if such a powerful figure returned power to the royal family was something Zhao Qi could easily imagine.

 

Xiao Shiqing was basically abandoning his own life!

 

Zhao Qi quickly came to his senses and said with a smile, “Prime Minister, are you joking with me?”

 

“I am not joking,” Xiao Shiqing said with a faint smile. “Your Majesty, without these, I can properly uphold the way of the ruler and minister.”

 

Zhao Qi was agitated. “Xiao Shiqing!”

 

Empress Dowager Wen slightly parted her lips. “Qi’er, let the Prime Minister continue.”

 

“The things I wanted to say are all said,” Xiao Shiqing said. “Please make your decision, Empress Dowager.”

 

“Mother, you can’t really agree to this, can you?!” Zhao Qi shouted.

 

Empress Dowager Wen did not answer directly but said, “This matter needs to be discussed with His Majesty. You return to the Xiao residence and wait for news. I heard that you haven’t been back since your southern tour. Your mother must be missing you.”

 

Xiao Shiqing nodded slightly. “I obey the decree.”

 

After Xiao Shiqing left, Zhao Qi immediately said, “Mother, you…”

 

“Qi’er,” Empress Dowager Wen interrupted him with a grave expression, “Has something happened between you and Xiao Shiqing?”

 

Zhao Qi instinctively said, “No, nothing happened.”

 

“Then what is he really… Forget it. If he is truly relinquishing power, it’s a great thing for the Zhao family,” Empress Dowager Wen’s eyes shone with light. “In the future, with you in control, our mother-son duo won’t have to depend on others.”

 

Zhao Qi said awkwardly, “I don’t really have to depend on Xiao Shiqing’s mood right now.” On the contrary, it was Xiao Shiqing who had to pay more attention to his mood.

 

Empress Dowager Wen grew more excited as she thought about it. “You can take this opportunity to promote your maternal family, build your own power, and thoroughly suppress the Xiao family so they’ll never recover!”

 

“But, isn’t Xiao Shiqing doing quite well as the prime minister?”

 

“That’s exactly the problem. He’s too competent, and that’s the trouble,” Empress Dowager Wen said, clutching her handkerchief. “This can’t be delayed. What if Xiao Shiqing suddenly regains his senses and changes his mind? I’ll summon your maternal grandfather to the Xu Chun Garden to discuss this matter with him!”

 

“…” Mother, you’re forcing me into this!

 

The dragon egg in his belly moved again, and Zhao Qi, enduring the discomfort, said, “But Mother, I already have his child. I’ve even named him, Meng Meng.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen: “……?”

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Chapter 37

April 2, 2025 / / 0 Comments

       Qian Xiaoke wasn’t a stranger to kissing—he wasn’t that inexperienced.

       Take last time, for instance. When he and Jiang Tongyan had just met, on that big hotel bed, they were kissing pretty passionately.

       But later, Qian Xiaoke thought it over and figured he might’ve still been buzzed from the alcohol. Otherwise, how could he have done something so bizarre?

       Yes, he’d reflected on it. He knew he was odd.

       He was a reserved and pure person—when his head was clear, he wouldn’t just hop into bed with anyone.

       That said, it was exactly because of that time that the two of them ended up with this messy fate.

       But to be honest, kissing Jiang Tongyan was still pretty… comfortable.

       It was like steaming in a sauna. Sure, he only went once a year during company outings—since it was kinda pricey—but that weird, wonderful feeling stuck with him.

       His pores opened, limbs went weak, and he felt pure bliss—he wanted to hit the sauna again.

       Qian Xiaoke felt comfortable like he had turned to little ball of cotton, letting Jiang Tongyan knead and shape him however he pleased.

       As for Jiang Tongyan, he felt like he wasn’t kissing Qian Xiaoke’s mouth but drinking some secret brew Qian Xiaoke had stashed away. No—Qian Xiaoke was the brew, a high-proof liquor that hit hard with one sip.

       Jiang Tongyan was drunk on it.

       Kissing boosts blood circulation—there’s science behind it. Jiang Tongyan wasn’t making it up to trick Qian Xiaoke.

       With better blood flow, his whole state perked up. What started as a ‘treatment’ slowly turned into something tender and sweet.

       Jiang Tongyan had always felt his current problem wasn’t physical. He knew his body—robust as hell! It was purely psychological, sparked by Qian Xiaoke pissing him off back then, leaving him with a mental block.

       A heart ailment needs a heart cure.

       The one who tied the bell must untie it.

       Now, the heart ailment was healing bit by bit, and the person who tied the bell was in his arms. Jiang Tongyan was getting a little c0cky.

        Kissing was really comfortable, but only with someone you liked.

       Of course, Qian Xiaoke didn’t have this awareness. He was just feeling it, while Jiang Tongyan was the only one overthinking and getting all worked up.

       What treatment?

       What doctor-patient relationship?

       Bullshit.

       Jiang Tongyan got it—he was messing around with Qian Xiaoke every day because he liked this little bastard!

       Because he liked this little bastard, kissing became extra meaningful.

       At some point, rain started falling outside, and the sky darkened. Raindrops pattered against the glass window—outside, the temperature must’ve dropped, but the two in the room were burning up.

       The ears were burning.

       The cheeks were burning.

       Qian Xiaoke said, “Jiang Tongyan! You…”

       “Don’t speak,” Jiang Tongyan said, one hand covering his mouth, the other resting on his soft hair. “I’ll ask you a question—just nod or shake your head.”

       Qian Xiaoke’s heart was racing, his brain barely functioning.

       He hadn’t expected that after all his research and prep, none of his tricks would matter—just kissing Jiang Tongyan, and this guy… seemed fine!

       Maybe he was fixed.

       He wasn’t sure.

       Qian Xiaoke’s eyes darted to Jiang Tongyan, waiting for the question.

       “Do you want it?” Jiang Tongyan hadn’t meant to ask this—confessing outright would’ve been way cooler!

       But he was scared, afraid of rejection. A CEO getting rejected? It’s a major loss of face!

       Wanna date me?

       Or wanna do that thing?

       Qian Xiaoke, figure it out yourself—Jiang Tongyan could only get this far with words.

       Jiang Tongyan, this guy, had taken too many emotional losses. He had failed in every relationship he pursued. Anyone would end up with psychological trauma.

       He was already a proud guy, but after constant setbacks, and now with Qian Xiaoke, after being limp for so long, some things just couldn’t be said out loud.

       Jiang Tongyan hoped Qian Xiaoke could read minds, picking up his truest feelings from this simple ‘Do you want it?’

       But obviously, Qian Xiaoke was just an ordinary 27-year-old broke corporate slave. If he could read minds, he would have struck it rich ages ago.

       When Jiang Tongyan asked, Qian Xiaoke hesitated.

       He was torn, unsure what to choose.

       Qian Xiaoke saw himself as a pure and innocent boy.

       Sure, his age didn’t quite fit ‘boy’ anymore, but emotionally, he was still pure.

       Okay, maybe not emotionally pure either—a pure innocent boy wouldn’t have hooked up with a hot stranger he had just met while still tipsy.

       Back then, he could blame the lingering buzz, but now he was stone-cold sober.

       Rationally, Qian Xiaoke knew he shouldn’t.

       But humans are emotional creatures!

       He craved a taste of adult happiness too!

       In those few seconds, Qian Xiaoke was overwhelmed, like he was back in the college entrance exam hall, unsure whether to follow the judgment of reason or the call of emotion.

       Seeing him waver, Jiang Tongyan got nervous. He was terrified his freshly improved state would crash again. He leaned down, kissing Qian Xiaoke through his own hand—basically kissing his own hand back.

       It actually came off pretty romantic and pure, straight out of a BL novel.

       Jiang Tongyan gazed at Qian Xiaoke with tender eyes, but his words were cold and ruthless.

       He said, “I’ll count down from three. If you don’t answer, I’m leaving.”

       He barely got ‘three’ out before Qian Xiaoke threw his arms around his neck. “Gege, hurry up already!”

       Humans are emotional animals—why overthink it? Just go for the joy!

       Later, Qian Xiaoke wrote in his diary:

       I think it’s worth reminding all my friends and family that there are risks and you need to be cautious. When picking partners, be careful—choose someone you really know, don’t be reckless.

       That was his rational takeaway, meant to tell everyone he didn’t endorse one-night stands.

       Beyond the rational summary, he added a deeply emotional line: Jiang Tongyan’s condition improved, and this attending physician felt a tiny bit of joy and relief today.

       Just a tiny bit, because while Jiang Tongyan’s condition was improving, they still couldn’t go all the way.

       The scene had turned super awkward.

       They had scrambled to find a KY substitute in Qian Xiaoke’s place, managed a friendly ‘deep exchange’ before Jiang Tongyan went soft again, and just when it seemed they’d reach an understanding, at the last second, Jiang Tongyan wilted.

       So close.

       After, Jiang Tongyan sat on the bed’s edge, staring at the cold rain outside, smoking a cigarette called ‘sorrow’.

       Meanwhile, Qian Xiaoke, the ever-thoughtful ‘little doctor’, patted his shoulder gently from behind. “Healing takes time—can’t rush it. A little progress each time, and one day, you’ll fire all cannons here with me.”

       Fire all cannons?

       Jiang Tongyan looked at him.

       “Fire all cannons,” Qian Xiaoke said, grabbing his hand, cheering him on firmly. “Keep going—you can do it!”  

       ========

       When Jiang Tongyan left Qian Xiaoke’s place, he felt a bit off.

       His condition had improved, and under his whatever, Qian Xiaoke had even let out little cat-like mewls.

       But he still couldn’t fully satisfy the other, and besides smoking, he didn’t know what else to do.

       It sucked.

       It hurt his pride.

       As Jiang Tongyan stepped out, the rain kept falling. Qian Xiaoke offered to see him off, but he shoved him back inside.

       Qian Xiaoke asked through the door, “Should I send you off to the airport tomorrow?”

       Jiang Tongyan felt something lodge in his throat. He would love for Qian Xiaoke to see him off, but he also felt too ashamed to face him.

       Funny thing—Qian Xiaoke messed up first and caused this, yet now Jiang Tongyan felt he couldn’t hold his head up around him.

       Where’s the justice in that?

       “No need,” Jiang Tongyan said. “Cheng Sen’s sending a car.”

       “…Oh,” Qian Xiaoke said, standing inside, pursing his lips.

       Yeah, true—what could he do if he went? Without a car, it was just a hassle.

       Qian Xiaoke could clearly sense Jiang Tongyan’s mood swings today—starting off happy and excited because things were better, then steadily sinking. It felt rough.

       He didn’t know how to comfort Jiang Tongyan. For the first time, he felt his mouth was too dumb.

       Qian Xiaoke’s nose stung—he genuinely felt bad for the guy.

       After Jiang Tongyan went downstairs, Qian Xiaoke stayed at the door, frozen, like someone had hit his pressure points.

       Meanwhile, Jiang Tongyan stood at the building entrance, watching the pouring rain, thinking he had been a bit rash. In such heavy rain, he would inevitably get wet if he went to the entrance of the community to take a taxi.

       He sighed, feeling impulsive.

       But it was already like this—going back to borrow an umbrella would be even more humiliating.

       Jiang Tongyan pulled out his phone, sent another message to his therapist to confirm their meeting, and even considered a full physical checkup. After sending it, he sighed long again and stepped out.

       The rain was heavy and cold, kinda like that day Lu Yiping1from Romance in the Rain drama went to her dad for money.

       A few steps out, someone called him.

       This idol-drama-like?

       Jiang Tongyan turned—yep, it was.

       Qian Xiaoke ran out with an umbrella, and stepped into a puddle. He slipped in his flip-flops, and nearly fell flat. Lucky Jiang Tongyan reacted fast, grabbing him into his arms.

       “What are you doing?” Jiang Tongyan frowned at him. “Filming an idol drama?”

       “Yeah,” Qian Xiaoke said, feet and pant legs wet. Since Jiang Tongyan was taller, he had to hold the umbrella high. “It’s pouring—I’ll walk you out.”

       Under the umbrella, they were like a little safe haven.

       Qian Xiaoke looked up at Jiang Tongyan, pulling neatly folded tissue from his pants pocket.

       He wiped the rain off Jiang Tongyan’s face. “So pitiful.”

       Jiang Tongyan looked down at him, and the longer he looked, the harder it was to hold his emotions.

       It sucked, but Qian Xiaoke somehow moved him too.

       The cold autumn rain had chilled Jiang Tongyan, but Qian Xiaoke warmed his heart.

       “A CEO can’t look this lost,” Qian Xiaoke said, realising he really pitied Jiang Tongyan. “People would laugh if they saw.”

       Just as he finished, Jiang Tongyan pulled him into a hug.

       Now it was straight-up idol drama.

       Qian Xiaoke froze, then held the umbrella with one hand and patted his back with the other.

       “There, there, I know you’re upset,” Qian Xiaoke said, coaxing him like a kid. “Sorry—it’s all my fault.”

       As he spoke, Qian Xiaoke’s eyes reddened. He was so mad at himself—it was his fault Jiang Tongyan ended up like this.

       Qian Xiaoke comforted Jiang Tongyan but ended up crying himself. “Sorry… it’s all because of me… don’t be like this… it hurts to see…”

       Both of them were hurting.

       Neither of them felt okay.

       Jiang Tongyan was already down about his body issues, and Qian Xiaoke crying doubled it.

       “Don’t cry,” Jiang Tongyan said. “People might think your husband died.”

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Chapter 77 – I'm back in West Jing. 

April 1, 2025 / / 0 Comments

Chapter 77 – I’m back in West Jing. 

 

Zhao Qi had long realized how unreliable Zhao Qiao was, but he never expected anyone to be this unreliable! Thinking about how he abandoned the last line of defense as a straight man, hid under the quilt to expand a non-existent birth canal, subjected himself to pain and pleasure, and opened a door to a new world, he just… sobs, you can’t treat me like this!!!

 

Zhao Qi was completely in a daze, fortunately, there was someone with a clear mind at home. “Cesarean section?” Xiao Shiqing frowned slightly. “Is it feasible?”

 

Mei Dai replied, “I don’t know if others can do it, but it is certainly possible with my skills.”

 

Xiao Shiqing nodded slightly. “That’s good.” He paused and asked, “Do men really have no birth canal?”

 

Mei Dai sighed. “Of course not. How could Your Majesty and the Prime Minister think that men have a birth canal?”

 

Xiao Shiqing coldly said, “That’s for your brother to answer. Someone, bring Mei Chuan.”

 

Soon, the messenger returned with a report. “Your Majesty, Prime Minister, Physician Mei, he… he is missing! He left a note saying ‘The main person has arrived, my presence is no longer needed. Farewell until we meet again.’”

 

“…” Zhao Qi’s vision darkened, and he fainted from anger. Xiao Shiqing supported his back, “Calm down.”

 

But Zhao Qi had completely lost the concept of “calm.” He was burning with rage, setting fire wherever he looked. “I will kill him, I must kill him!”

 

Xiao Shiqing followed his lead, “Alright, kill him.”

 

Mei Dai immediately knelt and begged for mercy, “Your Majesty, my older brother has always been bold and reckless since he was young. He has an inexplicable obsession with pranks and finds joy in them, but he truly means no harm. Please, Your Majesty, for the sake of the long-standing friendship between Da Jing and Dongying, spare my brother’s life.”

 

“Pranks?” Zhao Qi’s voice trembled with anger, “How dare he play pranks on me!” Rage caused Zhao Qi to lose his composure, turning into a “tyrant,” “Since you want to plead for him, you might as well die in his place! Guards, drag this man away and execute him with the staff!”

 

“Your Majesty—”

 

Before anyone could approach, Xiao Shiqing stopped them. It wasn’t that he genuinely wanted to plead for Mei Dai; rather, there were only a few skilled doctors available to save the man. If they killed him, they’d have to borrow another from Dongying, which would cause further delays.

 

“Everyone, step back,” Xiao Shiqing said.

 

Mei Dai, trembling, glanced at Zhao Qi, “I will take my leave now.”

 

Once everyone had left, Zhao Qi, filled with anger and no outlet for it, wanted to vent it on Xiao Shiqing but hesitated. However, he quickly realized there was no reason to hold back. After all, whether he had to go through natural childbirth or a cesarean section, Xiao Shiqing was deeply involved.

 

Under Zhao Qi’s fierce gaze, Xiao Shiqing felt as if he were being targeted by a small “vicious dog,” “Your Majesty, please don’t be angry.”

 

Zhao Qi countered, “Wouldn’t you be angry in my place?”

 

Xiao Shiqing replied, “I wouldn’t want to be in your place. I am angry now. Fortunately, Mei Chuan’s medical skills are mediocre, but he still has some real talent. Otherwise…” Xiao Shiqing paused for a moment, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, “If he dared to make light of your childbirth, I would never tolerate him. Even if he escaped back to Dongying, I would capture him and bring him before you to deal with.”

 

Zhao Qi added, “And Zhao Qiao too!”

 

“Yes, and Zhao Qiao,” Xiao Shiqing called Fu Zi and gave instructions calmly.

 

Seeing Xiao Shiqing so composed, Zhao Qi couldn’t help but ask, “Are you really angry? You seem nothing like you were when you were truly angry.”

 

Xiao Shiqing asked, “For example?”

 

“Last time, at the dilapidated hut with Yu Chenshui.”

 

Xiao Shiqing responded, “That was the third time I nearly lost control in my life.”

 

“Oh? And the other two times?”

 

“The first was the night of the Wan Shou Festival banquet, the second was the day you were drunk, and the third was the hut.”

 

Zhao Qi noticed a pattern—when Xiao Shiqing was angry, the suffering and trouble always fell on him. The first time, Xiao Shiqing had made him pregnant with a dragon egg, the second time he had kissed him, and the third time he helped expand his birth canal… Could he conclude that when Xiao Shiqing was angry, it was always him who suffered?

 

Zhao Qi grumbled, “Then it’s better if you don’t get angry.”

 

Xiao Shiqing smiled, “And you too.”

 

Zhao Qi was incredulous and couldn’t help but use double standards, “I’m about to have a cesarean section and I’m not allowed to be angry?”

 

“Anger will make you lose your reason and judgment,” Xiao Shiqing said, “You can be as angry as you want when I’m around, but as the Son of Heaven, you shouldn’t let others see your emotions.”

 

Zhao Qi looked at him, “I advise you not to reason with me. I can’t take it in right now.”

 

“Alright, I won’t,” Xiao Shiqing bent down and touched Zhao Qi’s belly, whispering, “It’s a pity.” There would be no more excuses to expand the birth canal in the future.

 

Zhao Qi looked down at his small belly, “Yes, it’s a pity.” With a cesarean section, wouldn’t he end up with a scar?

 

“Are you tired?” Xiao Shiqing asked, “Let me carry you to bed. You can take a nap.”

 

Zhao Qi nodded. Being angry was exhausting.

 

Xiao Shiqing carried both his big and small treasures to bed and was about to cover Zhao Qi with a blanket when his hand touched something. His eyebrows raised slightly.

 

Zhao Qi, still unaware of what was coming, asked innocently, “What’s wrong?”

 

Xiao Shiqing slowly pulled out something hidden in the blanket. Zhao Qi’s face turned red and pale, his ears were flushed, and his lips slightly parted.

 

Xiao Shiqing’s smile was meaningful, “Your Majesty, what is this?”

 

Zhao Qi, “……Where am I? How did I end up here? Please get me out of here!”

 

Xiao Shiqing held the jade Zhao Qi had just used, his gaze darkened, “It’s a bit sticky, a bit warm, and a bit wet.”

 

Zhao Qi was mortified and furious, “Don’t—don’t say any more.”

 

Xiao Shiqing leaned close to Zhao Qi’s ear, his voice deep, “Your Majesty, you’ve been doing bad things behind my back.”

 

“……” At this point, it was better to admit it openly rather than endure Xiao Shiqing’s teasing—after all, he had legitimate reasons.

 

“It wasn’t a bad thing,” Zhao Qi said seriously, “It was a proper matter. I didn’t realize I didn’t have a birth canal.”

 

Heavens, he could shamelessly say “birth canal” now. Was this moral degradation or a distortion of human nature?

 

Xiao Shiqing fiddled with his fingertips and, with a hint of mockery, asked, “Does the Emperor prefer this jade or my hand?”

 

Zhao Qi realized that when Xiao Shiqing talked dirty, he always used terms like “Your Majesty” and “This subject,” which made already embarrassing things even more so.

 

“Your hand is not as thick as the jade.” As soon as the words left his mouth, Zhao Qi was stunned—what kind of wolfish words was he saying!

 

Xiao Shiqing understood, “So, Your Majesty likes it thicker? Well, I do have some.”

 

Zhao Qi couldn’t stand it any longer, “Enough! The little princess is still here, don’t you know about setting a good example?”

 

Xiao Shiqing chuckled and didn’t press further. He only said, “I’ll keep this jade for you. Come find me when you want to use it.”

 

“I’ll never use it again in my life, so give it up!”

 

Half a month after the dragon boat set sail, it stopped at the capital’s dock. Zhao Qi returned two months earlier than expected. He had no choice; his belly was getting bigger and bigger, almost six months along, equivalent to seven months for a pregnant woman. In another two months, he would be giving birth. It was not suitable to be out and about at this time.

 

Zhao Qi disembarked from the dragon boat and, instead of returning to the palace, followed the arrangements made by Xiao Shiqing earlier in the morning to go to the Xuchun Garden to rest and prepare for childbirth.

 

He could no longer attend court, and as much as possible, he avoided seeing people. Officially, he claimed to be ill, and all state affairs were being handled by the Prime Minister.

 

Aside from meeting with officials, Xiao Shiqing stayed by Zhao Qi’s side almost all the time. If Zhao Qi had not refused, Xiao Shiqing probably would have even accompanied him during sleep.

 

In the study, Xiao Shiqing wrapped his arms around Zhao Qi from behind as they read the confidential letter sent by the Tianji Camp. The letter stated that the hidden guards had found Zhao Qiao’s whereabouts in the Eastern Japan, but the Eastern Japan Empress Dowager refused to release him. The two sides were at an impasse. If the Tianji Camp wanted to bring him back, they would have to confront the Eastern Japanese. Hence, the letter was written to seek the Prime Minister’s advice. As for Mei Chuan, his whereabouts were currently unknown, seemingly having vanished from the world.

 

After reading the letter, Zhao Qi asked about Xiao Shiqing’s plan. Mei Chuan would definitely continue to be searched for, but the key issue was what to do about Zhao Qiao.

 

Xiao Shiqing curved his lips and said, “Zhao Qiao and the Eastern Japanese Empress Dowager… interesting.”

 

“How old is this Eastern Japanese Empress Dowager? It’s surprising that he could be so ruthless…”

 

“If I remember correctly, she should be in her thirties.”

 

Zhao Qi was astonished. “She’s actually that young? But isn’t the Eastern Japanese Emperor about the same age as me?”

 

“The Eastern Japanese Emperor is not her biological child. The Empress Dowager was the consort of the Eastern Japanese late Emperor when he was critically ill to boost his spirits.”

 

“That explains it,” Zhao Qi said, feeling frustrated. “So are we just going to let Xiao Qiao go?”

 

Xiao Shiqing asked, “Does Your Majesty wish to kill him?”

 

Zhao Qi was taken aback. “Not necessarily. But while death can be avoided, living with punishment is unavoidable.”

 

Xiao Shiqing pondered for a moment. “There’s a way to let someone else take action on your behalf.”

 

“Who?”

 

Xiao Shiqing called a servant. “Write a letter to the Eastern Japanese Palace and deliver it to the Empress Dowager.”

 

The servant asked, “May I ask the Prime Minister what should be written in the letter?”

 

Xiao Shiqing smiled slightly. “The romantic affairs of Master Zhao Si.”

 

They had only stayed in Xuchun Garden for three days when Empress Dowager Wen had already sent people to inquire about Zhao Qi five or six times. Xiao Shiqing sent them away each time, citing the Emperor’s poor health. Zhao Qi was worried and said, “Given Mother’s temperament, she definitely won’t give up easily. She might even come in person tomorrow.”

 

Xiao Shiqing said, “If she comes, how would you handle it? Will you still keep it from her?”

 

Zhao Qi was troubled. “I don’t know.”

 

“You can’t keep it from her.”

 

“Delaying is better than nothing.”

 

Xiao Shiqing suddenly said, “I don’t want to press you too hard, but don’t make me wait too long.”

 

Zhao Qi was taken aback. “Huh?”

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Chapter 36

April 1, 2025 / / 1 Comment

       Qian Xiaoke had known from the start that Jiang Tongyan would leave, but because they met almost every day and talked nonsense every time they met, he had come to see Jiang Tongyan as a colleague, a neighbor, a random somebody—a constant presence in his life. So he had automatically ignored that this person would actually leave, and leave far away.

       He had even overlooked that Jiang Tongyan wasn’t from here at all. This man’s home was in distant New York, America—a place he had never been to and might never go in his lifetime.

       What was New York to Qian Xiaoke?

       To him, it was a place that only existed on a globe or in the news. Before meeting Jiang Tongyan, he had never thought he would have any connection to someone living there. If he had to force a link, it’d be something like ‘we all live in the global village’.

       “To…tomorrow?” Qian Xiaoke was completely unprepared, hit with a feeling of ‘you think there’s plenty of time ahead, but in a flash, it’s goodbye forever’.

       His grip on Jiang Tongyan’s hand tightened unconsciously.

       Jiang Tongyan noticed the change and was secretly pleased. He suddenly felt that Qian Xiaoke might not want him to go.

       “Well,” Jiang Tongyan said, “what’s wrong?”

       Qian Xiaoke’s eyes were dull and lifeless, his head slightly lowered as he looked at their clasped hands, his face full of disappointment.

       “It’s so sudden,” Qian Xiaoke said. “I thought it would be a long time.”

       Jiang Tongyan saw the fluffy bunny’s ears droop. It was cute, but a little heartbreaking. He wanted to comfort him, but then he suddenly glanced at Qian Xiaoke’s pot. “Hey, hey, hey! Water, water, water!”

       Qian Xiaoke hurriedly turned back, lowering the heat.

       His wontons were almost done. This might be the last meal he would eat with Jiang Tongyan.

       Qian Xiaoke couldn’t quite describe how he felt—a sour ache at the tip of his heart.

       He carefully stirred the wontons in the pot with a spoon while thinking it over.

       “Jiang Tongyan,” Qian Xiaoke muttered, “why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

       “…Are you unhappy?” Jiang Tongyan said. “I thought you knew.”

       He really thought Qian Xiaoke knew, since the hotel he stayed at was arranged by Cheng Sen’s company. He had assumed an employee like Qian Xiaoke would have his whereabouts very well.

       “I didn’t know,” Qian Xiaoke said. “I’m in the administrative department. They only tell me things when they need me to run errands.”

       His position was important in a way, but not really—there was a lot about the company he didn’t actually know.

       Qian Xiaoke felt his current mood might be because Jiang Tongyan’s departure was so sudden, leaving him no time to prepare.

       What kind of person was he?

       The type who, once he got close to someone, quickly bared his heart to them.

       Truth be told, Qian Xiaoke had been pretty lonely since starting work. His old close friends were in different cities. Here, his colleagues had their own lives and friends—he hadn’t met anyone he really clicked with. The only person he had stayed decently close to, Zhou Mo, was busier, caught up with career and love, leaving him all alone.

       Qian Xiaoke was someone who liked liveliness, being forced to be alone like this was tough.

       Jiang Tongyan’s appearance had cheered Qian Xiaoke up a lot. Sure, their meeting was a bit indescribable, and every encounter since had been awkward, but Qian Xiaoke really liked hanging out with Jiang Tongyan.

       Taking a clueless rich guy to eat snacks and drink beer had suddenly made his after-work hours way more fun.

       With Jiang Tongyan leaving out of the blue, Qian Xiaoke would be alone again, and it was hard not to feel down.

       Jiang Tongyan stood diagonally behind him, watching him fiddle with the wontons.

       Qian Xiaoke was a simple guy—his joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness all showed right on his face. Jiang Tongyan wasn’t truly heartless; he could see Qian Xiaoke didn’t want him to go.

       He poked Qian Xiaoke’s shoulder with a finger. “Just say it if you’ll miss me.”

       “A little,” Qian Xiaoke said honestly, at least more honest than Jiang Tongyan. “When you’re gone, I won’t have anyone to hang out with after work.”

       Jiang Tongyan thought: Well, damn, so in your mind I’m just a playmate!

       But fine, a playmate then—Jiang Tongyan accepted it.

       Mainly because he had no choice; it wasn’t up to him.

       But thinking it over seriously, Jiang Tongyan actually felt he could be happy about this. At least Qian Xiaoke had him in his heart.

       “I didn’t expect that,” Jiang Tongyan said, his mouth incapable of sweet words. “You’ve actually got a heart and would miss me.”

       Qian Xiaoke sighed, pouring the cooked wontons into a big bowl. “Chairman Jiang, is this dinner tonight our farewell dinner?”

       “…Can’t you say something lucky? Farewell what? It’s not like I’m never coming back.” But then it would be months before he could return.

       Jiang Tongyan calculated with his fingers—at least over two months.

       It was only late September now. The soonest he could be back was late November or early December. By then, this city might even be snowy.

       Two months.

       Jiang Tongyan suddenly worried—after two months, would Qian Xiaoke forget him?

       “You’ll come back?” Qian Xiaoke was surprised. “I heard Chairman Cheng say your home’s in New York!”

       Jiang Tongyan eagerly carried the big bowl of wontons to the table, nearly burning his hands into roasted pig hooves.

       “Who says living in New York before means I can’t come back later?” Jiang Tongyan said, twisting his words eight hundred ways. “I didn’t sell myself to America.”

       Qian Xiaoke laughed, grabbing chopsticks and a spoon as he walked to the table, asking weakly, “So when will you come back?”

       “End of the year, probably,” Jiang Tongyan said, glancing at him sideways. “What? Have you secretly fallen for me, counting the days ‘til I’m back?”

       “No,” Qian Xiaoke answered flatly. “I just think you’re pretty fun, and there’s still lots of good food I haven’t taken you to eat.”

       What to say? Jiang Tongyan should’ve rolled his eyes at that ‘no’, but the follow-up sentence somehow moved him a little.

       Liking someone meant wanting to take them to eat all the world’s best food.

       Of course, Qian Xiaoke might not have the money or brains for that—he just saw Jiang Tongyan as a ‘food buddy’.

       “And our treatment’s not done yet,” Qian Xiaoke said, most concerned about this. “If you’re not better, I won’t rest easy.”

       That made Jiang Tongyan awkward.

       He coughed lightly, rubbing his hot ears.

       “Let’s try again later—maybe it’ll work,” Jiang Tongyan said, coming over today with his sneaky little thoughts.

       A bit sleazy, a bit crude, a bit shameless.

       But he really wanted to try—give himself something to hold onto for the next two months. He was leaving soon, gone for two months—couldn’t he snag a little sweetness before going?

       “En,” Qian Xiaoke sat down to eat, saying seriously to Jiang Tongyan, “I checked today—impotence means you should eat more kidney-tonifying, essence-boosting foods, like bull’s pen-s, sheep’s pen-s, ginseng, or deer antler.”

       Qian Xiaoke ate a big wonton, not seeing Jiang Tongyan’s expression, chewed, swallowed, then continued, “The good stuff’s too expensive. I’ll save up to buy some for you—don’t rush.”

       “…Cough, no need,” Jiang Tongyan said, torn between laughter and tears. How did this guy manage to be both maddening and cute?

       Jiang Tongyan took a deep breath to calm down, then mumbled, “Just touch me—that’s fine.”

       Though it was probably useless.

       Jiang Tongyan felt Qian Xiaoke’s touches didn’t actually do anything. He kept coming every day, honestly, because he was sleazy, crude, and shameless. He was just taking advantage.

       He had reflected and decided he couldn’t keep this up. It wasn’t something a gentleman would do.

       Jiang Tongyan had resolved—today was the last time. After this, he would wash his hands of it, go back to New York, and see a doctor properly.

       Truly, the righteous path was the hard road.

       Qian Xiaoke sighed. “Well, touching is a must, but you’ve got to have some supplement too.”

       He was worried—worried about everything. So worried he could only eat more wontons to ease the gloom.

       Qian Xiaoke was a little out of shape that night.

       After dinner with Jiang Tongyan, they both showered. They were clean and comfy, then went to the bedroom together.

       The bed was cozy, and after a shower, he should’ve felt good, but Qian Xiaoke couldn’t perk up.

       Jiang Tongyan leaned on the bed while Qian Xiaoke petted him, his touch lifeless.

       Jiang Tongyan asked, “What’re you thinking about?”

       Qian Xiaoke snapped back, muttering, “Nothing, just anxious.”

       Jiang Tongyan licked his lips and said, “I saw a science fact today.”

       “Hm? What fact?”

       “It said… kissing boosts blood circulation,” Jiang Tongyan started setting his trap. “When kissing, the brain releases dopamine and serotonin, triggering lots of adrenaline.”

       Qian Xiaoke said, “Just say it straight.”

       “Though it’s a bit embarrassing, wanna try kissing?” Jiang Tongyan’s ears were not the only ones red at this time; his whole body turned red. “Don’t misunderstand, I don’t mean anything else—just treating a dead horse like it’s alive. What if it works?”

       Qian Xiaoke knelt on the bed, looking at him. His blinking eyes seemed to see everything but were really full of question marks.

       Seeing no response, Jiang Tongyan thought he would refuse, so he quickly explained, “If you don’t want to, it’s fine—I won’t force you. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not—”

       “Let’s try then. It’s not like we haven’t kissed,” Qian Xiaoke said. After all, the day they met, they had done this and that. Without the later mishap, their relationship might’ve gone a whole different way.

       Qian Xiaoke licked his lips. He was serious, like he was doing research, and asked, “How do we kiss? Does it need to be one of those sticky French kisses?”

       Jiang Tongyan was shocked. “You know French kissing?”

       “Read it in novels, but never tried.”

       “…What novels do you read?”

       “Various,” Qian Xiaoke answered solemnly. “After we’re done, I’ll recommend some I’ve liked lately. Remember to download a reading app for the legal versions—if you like them, toss the authors some votes.”

       Jiang Tongyan had no interest in those novels and didn’t get the reading app or thunder stuff—he’d just sighed casually.

       “Shall we start now?” Qian Xiaoke said. “Should I chew gum first?”

       Jiang Tongyan was annoyed—this guy was too talkative. It was just a kiss, yet he had so many questions.

       While Qian Xiaoke wondered if he had brought gum when he moved, Jiang Tongyan pulled him into his arms, flipped him over, and pinned him to the bed.

       Qian Xiaoke sank into the soft bed, blinking innocently up at Jiang Tongyan.

       “You got a bit of that domineering CEO vibe,” Qian Xiaoke said, wrapping his arms around Jiang Tongyan’s neck. “Let’s start, I… mmph…”

       Shut up, Qian Xiaoke!

       To stop him from talking, Jiang Tongyan had no choice but to reluctantly block his mouth with his own.

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