Translator: Re
Editor: Mims
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(11)
It had been calm these past few days. In the morning, the male god and I chewed on our meat buns while watching the news as usual. The male god reached over to take the remote control and changed it to the financial channel.
“Look! The rumors that Chief An is no longer renewing the contract with our former company seem to have reached their ears.”
Hehe, their stock price plummeted. I snuggled deeper into the blanket that I had brought with me from the bedroom and tightened it around myself. Then I was drawn to the date shown on the screen.
December 23rd.
“What should be our next step?”
The male god pulled the quilt down to uncover my head, and took a paper towel from the table to slowly wipe his mouth. I could feel the cold air seeping into my bones from the sudden loss of the blanket.
“Observe their reactions first, then find someone to acquire stocks for us at a low price.”
“Oh.” I stared at him.
The male god cleared his throat then, unable to avoid my sharp and mournful eyes, asked, “What do you want to say? Just say it.”
I replied softly, “BOSS, you don’t like the bear hair clip ma?”
“…”
“Why don’t you wear it? If you don’t like the bear, should I buy a small crown next time?”
“……No need.”
That night, I bought a six-pack of beer on the way home to celebrate but because I had to work later, I didn’t drink too much. I just concentrated on BOSS.
Surprisingly, BOSS didn’t behave crazily even though he was drunk. The sight of him obediently curled up in a corner of the bed with his red cheeks was very cute. For a grown man, especially someone like BOSS who was both big and tall, “cute” may not be appropriate, but this was just how I feel.
Before going out, I put on my Shanghai blue scarf and gave his high nose a pinch. I heard him mutter unclearly, “Don’t make trouble, *Xiao Qian.” [TN: the scheming ex]
… I felt very depressed and patted his head a little too hard. “Forget that bad woman.”
Recovering a little bit of wisdom, the male god squinted at me for a good while, then murmured righteously, “Kang Yan, I don’t want a hair clip.”
“…”
I looked at the clock on the wall. I was going to be late. Before leaving, I didn’t forget to pinch his flushed cheeks and said happily, “I’ll bring back a flower patterned one for you!”
(12)
I slept for only four or five hours when I got home and could clearly felt that my condition wasn’t very good. This kind of weather was especially dangerous for my chills. My thinking was slower than usual and the specific consequences that could arise from an aching head can be quite severe.
When I saw the male god coming out of the bathroom early that morning, I blurted out, “Seeing with my own eyes that BOSS is peeing in the toilet of my home feels very unreal ah hahaha!”
When I realized what I had said, I didn’t dare look at the expression on his face!
In the morning sun, I sat under the light that was coming in from the window and was pleased to find that a part of the floor had warmed up. I sat there for a long time while hugging my blanket.
I felt as if even my bones were becoming lazy…
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… I immediately regretted it after I asked because the male god really did move to sit down beside me while barefooted.
I panicked, not knowing where to put my hands and feet and my mind went blank. I sputtered, “You, wait! I will cut the lettuce into minced meat and put in two slices of cheese and ham to make a sandwich.”
The male god stretched his long legs out on the floor and repeated with a smile, “Oh… cut the lettuce into minced meat.”
There’s something wrong with this picture!
I silently lifted the quilt and stood up then went to toast some bread in the kitchen and made six simple sandwiches for our brunch.
We really sat side by side on that warm piece of the floor, enjoying the sun while eating.
In the afternoon, when I saw that the male god was busy, I thought for a moment and decided to only bring my wallet to go out. Every time I went out, I was always wrapped up like a ball.
While squatting down to put on my boots, the male god came out from who knows where to pull on my arm.
“Where to?”
“Buy an apple.”
Píng ān yè ma… apples should always be sent on Christmas Eve. Plus, so much had happened and there was always an ominous premonition. Buying an apple would bring peace of mind.
[T/N: 平安夜嘛- in China there is a tradition of giving apples on Christmas Eve since in Chinese 平安夜 translates literally to “peaceful night” or Christmas Eve]
“I’ll go with you.”
My eyes widened, “What?”
The male god pulled on a black and white plaid woolen coat from the hanger and said helplessly, “I’m worried that you’ll get abducted if you go out like this.” [TN: basically saying KY looks like a kid xD]
(13)
Today, the apples in the supermarket were very large and red, each one looked crisp and attractive. I saw an uncle that had the conscience to price five apples at 10 yuan as well as gift wrapped apples being sold by a young girl.
Around the waist of a particularly fat apple was a blue ribbon which took it up a notch! Unfortunately, the price was more than double.
The male god also knew about the tradition of sending apples on Christmas Eve. While I was picking and choosing from the uncle’s stall, he stood behind me and suggested, “If it’s a gift, it’s better to buy the packaged ones from the opposite stall.”
Without turning around, I answered, “This is for you, why do you need to be so picky?”
Only silence followed. I guess BOSS must be thinking something along the lines of why are you so stingy with me? and so on. The thought made me happy enough to smirk constantly on the way home.
The winter sun was quite intense and the bricks on the ground reflect that heat. I ripped off my dark blue scarf, snuck a pear out of the green shopping bag, and sneakily ate it.
On a Monday, the streets were sparse. Those running and jumping children were attending school while the adults should be working at this time. At about sunset, the streets will come back to life.
Thinking of this, I took a green apple out and turned to give it to the male god. How wonderful a world with only two people is!
The sun shone on a man wearing a brown cap. His whole face was masked by a shadow and he rushed from behind us with a red plastic bucket.
How did this happen?
Splash!
At that moment, I lost all feeling, and the world suddenly plunged into a very strange silence. Well, maybe not completely silent, the sloshing sound of water my ears was quite deafening.
Then I heard the man shout while escaping, “If you don’t stop, the next time you get splashed will be when you’re drowning!”
My center of gravity became unstable and the palms of my hands scraped painfully against the rough ground. In addition to the incredulous face of the male god under me, there was also a little confusion.
My first reaction was, “Adding ice in the water is too cruel…”
The second thought that followed was, “… I actually pushed down the male god!”
(14)
We didn’t call the police. Anybody can tell that there is a black hand behind the scenes and it’s clear that the chance of filing a lawsuit was slim.
They only splashed us with cold water this time instead of drowning us in it. Presumably, they may also be afraid that it will become troublesome if they went any further. Or… did that person still hold a few heartfelt feelings for BOSS?
I touched my chin and thought about discussing it with the male god but the atmosphere around him was too cold so I had no choice but to obediently close my mouth and follow him.
My coat was wet enough to pinch out water, dripping regularly along the way, like a water ghost forming a watermark on the ground. Fortunately, the vigorous sun was shining right on my head so it wasn’t too uncomfortable.
The tremors started by the time we reached home. I tried to insert the apartment key several times but had trouble finding the right position.
Finally inside, I felt really dizzy. I just wanted to take off my wet coat, find a spot with the sun shining on me, and sit down.
It’s so cold yet also so warm…
Sneakily peaking at the male god, I saw that he was looking at me with a bad expression.
I didn’t know why I haha’d. I had intended to sit down for a while longer then rush to take a hot water bath but while I was still immersed in the fantasy of a hot bath, BOSS suddenly spoke:
“Do you think you’re the Virgin Mary and need to protect me in that kind of circumstance?”
The male god’s tone was very serious.
Astonished, I fiddled with my fingers.
“Or do you think you have a *dharma body and you’ll be safe and sound even after being splashed with a few drops of acid?”
[T/N: a diamond, impenetrable body in Buddhism]
After being scolded until I was speechless, I stood up and tried to defend myself but didn’t know where to start. The wind blew in from the window and brushed against the exposed skin of my neck, clearing my mind a little.
Water droplets slid down along the contours of BOSS’s face and fell from his chin. He looked very serious, “Don’t let there be another time.”
I felt as if all my troubles were for the sake of hearing this one sentence.
Are you worried about me?
I tried to make a guilty expression but inwardly I was happy.
BOSS closed his eyes and tightened his thin lips. It was a while before he whispered, “Kang Yan, you’re so good to me, what is your intention? Just what do you want?”
(15)
I was stunned in place and instantly felt all my strength being sapped from my body.
Yes, that’s a very good question, just what is my intention? I’m willing to support him, cook for him, and block water for him. I even gave him a worthless apple.
But how can I make a straight man sincerely dedicate the rest of his life to me just because of some small things I did for him?
Squinting my eyes, I sat back on the floor, held my knees and tilted my head:
“Give me 200,000.” [TN: equivalent to 30,000 USD]
He doesn’t need to pay me with his feelings. Using money would be better since there would at least be no confusion.
BOSS seemed to be holding back what he wants to say. There were too many emotions in his eyes and perhaps there was also even some disappointment and indifference within them. He only spoke after a length of time.
“I will give you two million.”
I laughed, “200,000 is enough.”
I just need to think of it as college tuition for my younger brother. Afterwards, I can be carefree and go wherever I want to go. Maybe there may even still be money left for me to take a trip to Shenzhen. Going to the Taiwanese night market to eat wouldn’t be bad either.
…. Yeah, that would be good.
………
After a long time, even a certain person’s appearance will become blurred. Yet, I still vaguely remember what they had said to me.
“Kang Yan, remember to love yourself. Even if you love someone to the point of it being bone crushing, don’t expect anything in return, don’t let yourself cry, and don’t trample on yourself.”
After growing up, I forced myself to quietly draw a long, invisible line in my heart. I don’t blame BOSS, I am not qualified to blame him. He didn’t do anything wrong. What I want is just this period of time that we shared together. After separation, all ties will be severed.
………
When I was working late at night, the store manager called me to arrange a case of beer in the freezer. I was so cold that I was shivering and suddenly wondered, “Manager, when you look at me, do you think I would make a good monk?”
The manager looked at me impatiently and said, “Even if I turned you around three hundred and sixty degrees, you wouldn’t look like you have any *Huigen, alright?”
[TN: 慧根 – related to Buddhism. The explanation on Baidu mentioned “wisdom of human talent” and, coincidentally, there is a brand of pads called Wisdom]
“…”
I shrugged and glanced at my palm, “Speaking of Huigen, those Wisdom pads on the shelf are out of stock, do you want to order more?”
The manager, while *hating iron for not becoming steel, stared at me for a while before he couldn’t help laughing, “Ah Yan, is your head broken?”
[TN: to feel resentful towards someone for failing to meet expectations]
… Yeah, it’s definitely broken.
Hahahahahahahahaha.
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Little Corner:
Re: this chapter hit me in the feels… ;w;
MadMadamMims: TT poor mc, more like his heart is broken TT
Re: Welp… on a happier note, I got (abducted) an editor! Please welcome Mims who has kindly helped edit chapters 1-10 and made them infinitely more readable. After some discussion, we were also able to figure out and rewrite certain parts that were confusing so it is highly recommended that you go back and reread since it might give you a better grasp of the story and maybe make it more enjoyable for you 🙂
One more thing, I do apologize for uploading the chapter and then taking it down earlier today. After looking over Mim’s edits this morning I had assumed the chapter was ready and released it. But then Mims claimed that the chapter still needed more work so I took it down to go over it some more with her. Again, my apologies ^^;
I didn’t expect this chapter to hit me right in the feels! My heart is wounded for Kang Yan ;-;
Thanks for the chapter and welcome Mims! 💖
Love the mc.
Quite interested on that certain someone that give advice to mc.
Thanks for the chapter!
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Thanks for the chapter! 💕💕💕
“But how can I make a straight man sincerely dedicate the rest of his life to me just because of some small things I did for him? ”
MC fighting!! I hope he will be happy in the end…
Thanks for the chapter! 💕
Hit to my Kokoro.. my heart is wounded. As someone who has once loved unrequitedly someone of the same gender, I also had similar thoughts. Ah Yan, our baby wuuuuu I just want him to be happy qAq
Thanks for the chapter! Happy that you have an editor helping you out 💗 a team is always more fun with two!
This is so sad!
Welcome aboard, Mims!!
They kick him away and now thosw People are trying to kill him? That’s too much. Leave him alone, you cowards!!
Ohhhh, Kang Yan is so in love and so sure of being rejected. He must protect his heart.
Thanks for the chapter!
awww you can only try, but feelings cannot be forced. you could even give him your kidney or part of your liver, but they feel grateful to the point of doing anything for you, except they wont love you.
My baby yanyan, i wish you happiness.
Ugh, my heart..
Why…
Thank you for the translation ❤️
………… Does Kang not understand what it looks like?
Thank you for your hard work
😭 Poor Kang Yan. He is working so hard and his boss is still not showering him with affection. 😥 At least he started worrying about him. 😌
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Thank you for the chapter and to Mims for your editing talent. You are appreciated.