Lu Huan fixed a deep gaze upon him.
He Yue, who was seated next to him, remained oblivious until Lu Huan rose and greeted, “Senior Lu has arrived!”
Only then did Lu Huan shift his gaze away from Yu Baihan’s face. He acknowledged He Yue with a nonchalant “hmm” and then extended his hand to pick up Yu Baihan, stating, “I’ll take him home.”
He Yue, filled with excitement and a hint of gossip, exclaimed, “Oh, go home quickly, you two!”
Yu Baihan cast a glance at the person who had stirred up this “CP,” wondering what was going on.
In the next moment, Lu Huan whisked him out through the club’s door, which closed with a resounding bang.
Outside the club, they found themselves on an open staircase. It was early autumn, and the large ginkgo leaves on the steps had started to turn yellow, rustling as they fell to the ground and formed a pile.
Amid this sea of yellow, Yu Baihan and Lu Huan exchanged glances.
Lu Huan looked at him with lowered eyes and said, “Our Baihan, what is your argument?”
Yu Baihan replied, “No, listen to me…”
Lu Huan predicted, “Are you going to complain about your situation?”
Yu Baihan confessed, “Yes, I am.”
“…Heh,” a smirk escaped Lu Huan’s lips.
Lu Huan’s thumb brushed lightly over the skin on the back of Yu Baihan’s neck, causing a slight shiver. They maintained eye contact, and the intensity in Lu Huan’s dark eyes deepened, but he refrained from making any moves in the open.
Just as Yu Baihan was about to explain, he abruptly stopped, realizing the opportunity before him.
He mumbled, “You just can’t.”
Lu Huan’s eyes suddenly turned more intense and dangerous.
Knowing that Yu Baihan’s usual tactic was to be assertive, Lu Huan never resisted it. He locked eyes with Yu Baihan for a few seconds, then reached out to lift him, cradling him under his arm, and began walking towards the school gate.
Yu Baihan nestled against him, eyes filled with excitement and anticipation, urging Lu Huan to hurry home and deliver a deserved punishment.
…
A Maybach was parked outside the school gate. Fan Lin, the driver, sat in the driver’s seat, texting his friends in the group chat.
Ever since he became aware of the complicated relationship between his employer and the young master, Fan Lin had been feeling a growing burden on his conscience. Loyalty to his employer conflicted with his empathy for the young master.
Today, however, his employer had come to pick up the young master himself, which was a relief. Fan Lin couldn’t help but share this good news in the group chat.
The entire group responded with relief and joy…
While typing out a message, the car’s rear door suddenly swung open with a loud “bang”!
Fan Lin was so startled that he almost dropped his phone. He looked up and saw Lu Huan’s sharp gaze reflected in the rearview mirror, and his heart skipped a beat.
In the rearview mirror, Lu Huan raised an eyebrow, locking eyes with Fan Lin and saying, “Let’s go home.”
Fan Lin quickly averted his gaze and sent a discreet message to the group: “The situation has changed.”
[Brothers]: ? ? ? ? ? ?
After sending the message, he turned off his phone, took a deep breath, and drove the car away.
The luxury car smoothly merged onto the road. In the back seat, there was an eerie silence. Fan Lin couldn’t help stealing a glance in the rearview mirror and saw Mr. Lu’s stern expression, even the back of his neck flushed with anger.
The young master beside him glanced at Lu Huan’s face and quickly lowered his gaze in fear.
“……”
Oh!
Fan Lin silently sighed, suppressing his thoughts, and redirected his focus to the road.
In the quiet backseat of the car, Lu Huan held his breath, his face flushed with crimson. One arm encircled Yu Baihan’s waist while the other restrained Yu Baihan’s mischievous hand below.
Leaning in, Lu Huan whispered with a deep breath, “Please, not in the car.”
His voice was so low that only the two of them could hear it.
Yu Baihan gazed down, his face flushed and his heart racing due to the warm breath brushing his face. He couldn’t resist the temptation and reached out again. Leaning closer to Lu Huan, he asked in a hushed voice, “So, can you resist it?”
Lu Huan tightened his hold around Yu Baihan’s waist and raised his eyes to meet his gaze for a moment, his eyes filled with a depth of emotion. Finally, he blushed and gruffly whispered into Yu Baihan’s ear, “…Alright.”
—
The private car was stationed in front of the residence.
Upon disembarking, Lu Huan carried Yu Baihan into the house, ascended the main staircase, and proceeded to their bedroom.
As the bedroom door slammed shut with a resounding noise, an intense exchange of kisses erupted, unrestrained and tumultuous. Lu Huan’s fervent kisses left Yu Baihan gasping, yearning for more.
Yu Baihan was so overwhelmed by the kisses that his legs turned weak, and he found himself hoisted onto Lu Huan’s shoulder.
His legs were lifted, his arms encircled Lu Huan’s waist, and he was transported to the bed. Their entangled bodies experienced a surge of passion and desire.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
Lu Huan’s meticulously knotted tie constricted Yu Baihan’s flushed neck. He fumbled to undo it.
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It seemed like a signal. The person on top paused and rose.
Lu Huan reached for the fallen tie.
Yu Baihan raised an eyebrow, puzzled.
In the next instant, a low murmur accompanied a cool, slick sensation.
Lu Huan gazed down at him, saying, “Only this once.”
Before Yu Baihan could respond, Lu Huan leaned down to kiss him again. Amidst the passionate and lingering kisses, he whispered, “Come with me.”
Yu Baihan’s eyes widened: ! ! !
…
Half an hour later, the withered radish had finally regained some moisture.
Yu Baihan lay on his back on the bed, staring at the crystal lamp on the ceiling for an extended period, struggling to regain his composure.
How…how did this happen…
Lu Huan had already risen to tidy up the surroundings. He rinsed the tie briefly in the bathroom before tossing it into the laundry basket.
Upon his return, he noticed that Yu Baihan was still lying on his back, with redness around his eyes and swollen lips. He looked as if he’d been through an intense ordeal, which was indeed the case for the first time in a long while.
Lu Huan leaned over, lifting him back into his arms and gently caressing him.
He awkwardly bit his lower lip, saying, “You just had to provoke me.”
Yu Baihan stirred in his arms.
Lu Huan took the opportunity to lecture, “Will you dare to do it again?”
The turnip, who had remained silent for a while, seemed to have been triggered by a particular phrase, finally lifting his head from Lu Huan’s embrace.
Yu Baihan’s eyes regained their sparkle, and a look of surprise gradually appeared. “There will be a next time!?”
“…”
Lu Huan removed him from his embrace, got up, and changed the subject. “Get cleaned up and come downstairs for dinner.”
Yu Baihan compiled, saying, “Okay.”
He couldn’t help but think, Lu Huan followed him a few times before and did as he pleased. Today, it’s different, it’s all under strict control. After the backlog is released, it’s even more passionate.
He pursed his lips contentedly, changed into fresh clothes, and joined Lu Huan downstairs.
…
During dinner, even Uncle Feng could see that Yu Baihan had regained his vitality.
Uncle Feng expressed his relief, “Young Master Baihan should go out more, get some fresh air. Look at how energetic he is now!”
Yu Baihan lowered his head, blushing. “It’s not because of that.” It was an internal rejuvenation…
Uncle Feng tilted his head inquisitively. “Huh?”
“Never mind.”
Halfway through the meal, Lu Huan suddenly paused and suggested, “If you’re interested in archery, we could build a practice range in the backyard, so you won’t need to go to school every time.”
Yu Baihan raised his head and noticed that Lu Huan was making the proposal with a calm and authoritative tone. He craftily extended his chopsticks to snatch a piece of ginger from the tip of Lu Huan’s chopsticks.
“We can discuss it after the exams; construction might disrupt my studies.”
The piece of ginger that displayed his mood was discarded into the waste tray.
“…” Lu Huan remained composed, though his earlobes were tinged with red. “Alright, we’ll talk about it later.”
—
Before going to bed, Yu Baihan received equipment and skins from Qin Lun once again.
“Qin Lun has been sending a lot of things lately,” he commented as he reclined on the sofa chair, then turned to Lu Huan beside him and asked, “Have you been giving out bonuses?”
He was referring to how he served Qin Lun as the “prime palace.”
Lu Huan lowered his eyes in silence for a moment and then casually replied, “Haven’t I given you plenty of things already?”
Yu Baihan blinked his eyelashes, thinking to himself, “I’m talking about Qin Lun…”
Oh well, it’s clear that Senior Lu is very competitive.
He rolled over and settled in Lu Huan’s lap, cupping his face and cooing, “There are so many items. The wardrobe is full of them. When I take the exams, I’ll wear the clothes you bought for me, and I’ll feel like a god is possessing me~” =3= What?
Lu Huan’s face flushed, and he responded, “Sure.”
Afterward, he inquired, “How much was the equipment Qin Lun gave you?”
“About 328 before and after.”
“Alright, I’ll call him and give him a hundred times that as a bonus.”
Yu Baihan chuckled, “Qin Lun will really hit the jackpot!”
“It’s not a windfall,” Lu Huan stated as he pushed down the fidgety man. “I just want to send him on a mission.”
Yu Baihan sat down obediently and asked, “What mission?”
“I’m currently in a conflict with the Cui family,” Lu Huan explained. “Si Wei was arrested and sentenced to life imprisonment, and it was likely due to Si Tan’s temporary betrayal. Si Tan and Si Yanting have reconciled, and Si Yanting is occupied with regaining power. Now, the Cui family is our main business rival.”
Yu Baihan inquired, “They’re still trying to regain their momentum?”
Lu Huan sighed. “The Si family’s foundation is too extensive. Huo Lao and I decided to join forces. When the time comes, he’ll bear the brunt of the losses while I focus on fighting the Si family.”
Determination was etched on his face. Veins stood out on his upturned neck as he strained against the impending challenges, determined to overcome them even at his own expense.
“But it’s still not enough, just the two of us…”
Yu Baihan affectionately hugged his thick red neck and teased, “Look at you~ I get all excited when talking about it.”
He choked on his own saliva.
“…” Lu Huan raised an eyebrow and looked down at him.
Yu Baihan mimicked Lu Huan’s technique of loosening the soil and massaging it for others. “If two families aren’t enough, then add a third one. Don’t you have other family members?”
Confusion flickered in Lu Huan’s eyes.
Yu Baihan playfully reminded, “Your little fan~”
After a moment of realization, Lu Huan’s lips parted slightly, as if he had finally retrieved this person from the depths of his memory: Mr. He.
After a pause, he said, “I’ll give it a try.”
Lu Huan supported Yu Baihan to carry him back to the bed, saying, “We…”
Yu Baihan anticipated the next words, “Huh?”
“It’s time to sleep.”
…
Lu Huan is quite influential.
The next day, he paid a visit to Mr. He.
It coincided with Zhong Bingqi’s scheduled follow-up appointment.
Yu Baihan waited at home, and soon, Zhong Bingqi, who appeared wronged and dejected, arrived.
Full of apologies, he said, “I didn’t expect what happened last time.”
Yu Baihan muttered, “Who could have predicted it…”
Likely, Lu Huan’s salary is indeed quite high.
Although Zhong Bingqi wore a troubled expression, he examined Yu Baihan meticulously, prescribing new medications and recording his medical history.
“It’s much better than before, but you still shouldn’t overindulge. Your physical foundation is rather weak; you need to exercise more.”
Yu Baihan seized on the wording, “Not overindulge; does that mean I can indulge a little?”
“…” Zhong Bingqi raised his eyes, then lowered them to add to the medical record.
Recommendation: If you want to engage in sexual activity, limit it to once a week.
Yu Baihan noticed and thought, “Darn it!”
After Zhong Bingqi had left, the medical records remained on the table.
He gazed at the bitter recommendation for a while, and then his eyes fell on the “once a week.” After some contemplation, Yu Baihan moistened his lips and glanced at the ballpoint pen on the table.
He reached for the pen and made a slight adjustment.
Satisfied.
—
Lu Huan returned home in the evening.
Upon entering the room, he loosened his tie, appearing relaxed.
Yu Baihan hurried over and asked, “How did it go?”
“The discussion went well,” Lu Huan replied as he pinched Yu Baihan’s ear, then changed out of his formal attire and donned more comfortable home clothing. “Zhong Bingqi visited you today. What did he say?”
Yu Baihan’s heart skipped a beat, and he glanced at the medical records on the table. “He mentioned that my recovery is going quite well.”
“Is that so?” Lu Huan cast a doubtful gaze at him.
He followed Yu Baihan’s line of sight to the medical record book, walked over, and turned the pages until he reached the last one.
Lu Huan’s attention was immediately drawn to a particular recommendation.
“For sexual activity, ten times a week.”
The “ten” was striking, especially the crisp and distinct handwriting in the middle.
It was as abrupt as an exclamation point.
A brief silence filled the bedroom.
Yu Baihan discreetly rubbed his hands and said, “I’ll follow the doctor’s advice.”
Lu Huan turned to him with an inexplicable smile playing on his lips. He reached for a pencil from the holder and proceeded to make an addition to the medical record.
“Ten” was promptly transformed into “a hundred.”
Lu Huan playfully teased, “Why don’t we go even further, Baihan?”
“A hundred times a week might be a bit too much,” Yu Baihan admitted, lowering his head in embarrassment.
Lu Huan gently pinched his earlobe and inquired, “Is ten times realistic?”
“…”
The medical records were closed with a resounding thud.
The faint sound carried a sense of finality.
…
Under Lu Huan’s strict supervision, Yu Baihan only managed one extra time that week.
And one remained “one.”
The used tie, tossed into the laundry basket, would reappear in front of Lu Huan’s pristine and austere white shirts every few days, carrying an inexplicable scent.
Despite his thick skin, Yu Baihan couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.
Sometimes, Senior Lu had a knack for playing along better than him.
After a week of constraint and mischievousness, Zhong Bingqi’s regular follow-up visit came around.
This time, Lu Huan was also present, as Yu Baihan’s previous criminal record required his presence.
Following the examination, Zhong Bingqi opened the medical record and began, “Recovery is a long process, and it seems you’ve made progress. Remember to persevere and not to…”
While he was speaking, there was an abrupt pause as he flipped through the pages.
His gaze fixated on a specific area.
Yu Baihan followed his gaze and found that the page was stuck on a previous doctor’s order. There were two additional strokes on the neat horizontal line.
One upward and one downward.
At first glance, it seemed as if two different people had made the changes, but both were equally unrefined.
Yu Baihan fell into momentary silence.
Lu Huan, beside him, appeared equally frozen.
The room grew quiet, and Zhong Bingqi couldn’t discern the expressions on their faces, as they were lowered.
After a while, he raised his head and looked at Yu Baihan and Lu Huan, his voice tinged with numbness. “I’ve been a doctor for many years, and this is the first time I’ve witnessed a patient tampering with medical records.”
“Furthermore, it’s been altered twice.”
Yu Baihan lowered his eyes in guilt.
Lu Huan bit his lower lip and curled his fingertips slightly.
Zhong Bingqi scrutinized the two for a while, then suddenly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He opened his eyes, picked up a rubber ballpoint pen, as if resigning himself to the situation, and made some changes on the paper.
As he swiftly made alterations, Yu Baihan couldn’t help but think: *Is medical staff Zhong being driven insane by us?*
The pencil strokes on the medical record were erased, and a bold horizontal 8 was added after the “ten.” When Zhong Bingqi looked up again, he spread open the medical record book to reveal a positive infinity sign: +∞.
—For sexual activity, you can do it an unlimited number of times a week.
Zhong Bingqi’s expression remained unreadable as he remarked, “Are you two satisfied?”
Lu Huan, “…”
Yu Baihan, “…”
So they already have seggs?? Curse you censorship… 😤
What the tie doin 👀👀
All I saw was the washed tie…🤭
Poor Dr. Zhong Bingqi…🤣
Dr needs a pay rise. 😂😂
That infinity sign !!! 👏👏👏
Lu Huan must pay very very well…
Ummm I think there’s something wrong. What I see is the same as the previous chapter.
Yes, thanks for telling me! It’s fixed <3
Nice! Btw I found another chapter with the same issue (ch66). Thank you for the hard work🙏