On Thursday, Bai Yu returned. He carried a secret with him, feeling like a great traitor, so he was somewhat reserved even when entering the door.
However, what he saw first upon his return wasn’t Wang Xiaomie sitting on the sofa playing games or watching dramas but Wen Fengjin, who happened to be carrying water upstairs.
He didn’t know if it was his imagination, but the moment he entered, he felt like all the air had been sucked out of him, turning him into vacuum-packed food.
Something icy brushed across his neck and paused on his carotid artery, causing goosebumps to rise on Bai Yu’s arms immediately.
He shivered, just about to grasp that inexplicable chill, when it dissipated.
So he didn’t know that the moment he entered, Wen Fengjin decided in one hundredth of a second to strangle him, but then remembered Wang Xiaomie’s words, “There are many rumors at the gate of a widower; love is a light,” and decided to temporarily let him off the hook.
Bai Yu, who only felt goosebumps rise on his arms after hovering around the brink of death, thought dumbly to himself: The air conditioning today is really strong.
“Mr. Wen,” Bai Yu greeted him softly. With Wang Xiaomie absent, he felt somewhat intimidated by Wen Fengjin’s terrifying gaze.
“Mm.” Wen Fengjin responded lightly, his narrow and eerie eyes staring at him silently.
Like a frog stared at by a snake, Bai Yu held his breath, feeling the immense pressure causing cold sweat to drip down his forehead. He even had the illusion that all the things he had done were already discovered.
But how could that be possible?!
If he had been caught poisoning Wang Xiaomie, would he still be alive now? If that were the case, he reasoned, he would have had his head twisted off by Boss Wen by now.
“He’s resting,” Wen Fengjin suddenly said, his indifferent and handsome silver-haired appearance akin to a deity. Even without tilting his head, he seemed to look down at Bai Yu’s face, and as Bai Yu grew increasingly unable to contain his desire to escape, Wen Fengjin picked up the water glass and ascended the stairs.
“Don’t disturb him today.”
The last words carried with them icy shards, dispersing into the air.
The footsteps had already faded away. Bai Yu finally took a breath, gasping as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and hurriedly retreated to his own room downstairs.
Meanwhile, Wen Fengjin, arriving in the bedroom, closed the door behind him and placed the water glass on the bedside table. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he felt its softness give way and bounce back.
Wang Xiaomie, whose complexion wasn’t very good, opened his eyes and was startled by Wen Fengjin’s expression. He quickly placed his hand on his chest, feeling the slow but steady heartbeat, and let out a sigh of relief.
“I’m not dead, am I? What’s with that expression? Are you planning to turn into a big monster and destroy the world, adding burden to Ultraman, bro?!”
You look like a relative of the victim! You scared me into thinking I’d ascend to heaven as soon as I opened my eyes.
With his narrow and eerie eyes half-closed, Wen Fengjin’s thick, long black lashes, which Wang Xiaomie always thought would poke his lower eyelids, cast a shadow over his naturally dark eyes.
Hey! Wang Xiaomie clicked his tongue and cautiously asked Wen Fengjin, “Are you blackening?”
“…”
Wen Fengjin snorted with a faint smile, pinching Wang Xiaomie’s cheeks and pulling the soft flesh back and forth in his hand.
“He’s back.”
He? Wang Xiaomie was momentarily puzzled but then understood. His face turned bitter, and with his cheeks still pinched, he mumbled, “Bai Yu is back, huh. Alas, it looks like it’s time to get drugged again.”
“The day before yesterday, you almost drove me to death, and today, before I could recover, you’re making me drink again.”
Wang Xiaomie dramatically swatted away Wen Fengjin’s paw that was rubbing his cheeks, then turned his head and curled up inside the covers. “Too cruel; Yi Yan is really too cruel.”
“Do you regret it?” Wen Fengjin said indifferently, but there was a malicious gleam in his eyes, as if Wang Xiaomie saying he regretted it would result in Wen Fengjin snapping Bai Yu’s neck!
In the next moment, Wang Xiaomie suddenly turned back and immediately caught Wen Fengjin’s expression.
“I knew it!” he exclaimed, rolling his eyes. “What are you thinking!”
“Nothing.” Wen Fengjin showed no signs of nervousness at being caught, and in the blink of an eye, he donned a mask, even smiling warmly. “I was thinking about you.”
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Bending forward to pin down the wriggling person, he smiled brightly, his peach blossom eyes shining like the clear sky after rain, his warm face displaying a smile.
But that deathly pale face and bloodless lips showed how miserable he’d been. The blood sacrifice had forcefully drained his vitality; he was seriously weakened and his eyes had lost their luster after that brush with death.
Wen Fengjin felt heartache.
His shixiong didn’t want him to get too worked up, that’s why he made jokes amidst the pain. His shixiong, his Mian Deng, his Xiaomie… he never made jokes at inappropriate times.
He only worked hard to bring happiness and warmth to others.
From the greed of the northern realm to the turbulent times emitting a putrid smell, he always tried to like everyone in the academy with good intentions.
From the old lady who always gave him extra portions in the academy cafeteria to himself, who had brought misfortune upon his own life…
Demon Lord daren had been cruel throughout his life, tasted all the pain and loss in the world, and inflicted countless people with pain and despair. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t feel heartache.
He could.
Right now, his heart was trembling and throbbing, wanting to lock up the person who tried so hard to bring joy in the coffin at the tomb palace or swallow him whole, making sure he couldn’t escape, making sure no one could hurt him.
And making sure he wouldn’t hurt anymore.
But he couldn’t do it. Demon Lord daren had failed once before, tried to imprison the person he loved to the bone, engraved in his soul, even becoming a thousand-year obsession.
But, overthrowing a lifetime of bitterness and starting over was also an end.
Wen Fengjin lowered his head and captured Wang Xiaomie’s lips, kissing him with a dry mouth and a bitter taste.
Wang Xiaomie tilted his head back, closing his eyes but still feeling somewhat shy.
After a while, Wen Fengjin released him, finally staining his unsightly pale face with a blush. Feeling a bit better, he smiled and said, “I told Bai Yu that you need rest today so he’ll come see you tomorrow. Today, I’ll give you twice the blood, and I’ll lie with you. Okay?”
Wen Fengjin lay on his side in bed, propping his head up with one hand as he looked down at the person breathing heavily on the bed. With his other hand, he gently smoothed out the messy hair tangled around Wang Xiaomie’s cheeks, pulling it back behind his ear. His black slightly tight pants and gray V-neck shirt outlined his slender figure.
Wen Fengjin is so good-looking…
Wang Xiaomie, who was slowly catching his breath after being kissed, covered half of his face with the blanket. His face was a bit red as he licked his lips.
“Fengjin, hehe.”
Hearing his silly laugh, Boss Wen knew his lover was going to act dumb. He stayed silent for a second before replying, “Hmm.”
Wang Xiaomie giggled softly.
“Um, I want to papapa.”
“……”
Wen Fengjin’s lips twitched: “No, your body can’t take it.”
“I know, I just want to think about it. You let me satisfy my craving, hehe.” Wang Xiaomie hid his face in his hands and mumbled shyly, “papapa.”
“……”
“Papapa, hehehe, papapa.”
“……”
“Hehehe, pa…”
‘Tch!’
Wen Fengjin unzipped his pants in silence: “So you just want to satisfy your craving, huh?”
“……”
“……”
I suspect you want to drive, and I have evidence!
Seeing Wen Fengjin really about to undress, Wang Xiaomie screamed and quickly shouted, “Don’t want to, don’t want to! Goodnight!”
Be careful with your dog life! Quick, sleep!
Seeing Wang Xiaomie on the bed wrapping himself up like a rice dumpling, Wen Fengjin chuckled softly. Wang Xiaomie’s ears turned red from the hoarse laughter’s attack, and then he was embraced by the man behind him.
When ‘little sweet dumpling’ squirmed, Wen Fengjin lightly patted him and softly said, “I won’t touch you, just sleep. I’ll hold you.”
Hearing this, the little sweet dumpling wriggled and rolled into the man’s arms. Adjusting his position, he nestled comfortably against the solid chest and closed his eyes peacefully.
Wen Fengjin admired the shy little sweet dumpling’s sleeping face for a while before closing his eyes and relaxing his arms.
The two inedible big dumplings slept like this for a whole day.
The next day, when they went downstairs, Bai Yu was sitting on the sofa with a very pale complexion. That dark face that could absorb light now had an almost ‘pale’ appearance.
It was easy to imagine how troubled and uneasy he must be feeling now, like a novice spy; his heartbeat was so loud that Wang Xiaomie and Wen Fengjin could almost hear it.
Seeing him like this, Wang Xiaomie’s dissatisfaction with Bai Yu diminished significantly. In fact, Bai Yu didn’t know that he had been living in fear every day, while Wang Xiaomie had already known everything and had figured it all out…
It was quite enjoyable, almost like being the super smart protagonist in a TV drama.
Wang Xiaomie pursed his lips, almost laughing out loud.
When he descended the stairs, Bai Yu heard the footsteps and quickly turned his head to look. When he saw the sickly look on the once fair face, Bai Yu’s heart skipped a beat.
It must be the effect of the medicine. That lingering scent of decay, like the one that emanated from his mother when she was terminally ill, that ‘death’ scent permeated from the very core.
Bai Yu was all too familiar with it, and Boss Wen had mentioned yesterday that Xiaomie wasn’t feeling well…
It’s all my fault… Bai Yu felt a pang of guilt, his nose tingling with the urge to cry. Head lowered, he walked over to Wang Xiaomie, and as Wen Fengjin passed by him, his eyes glanced at Bai Yu’s slightly red eyes, silently sneering.
What a hypocrite…
“Xiaomie… Are you feeling unwell?” Bai Yu hesitated for a moment, unable to hold back any longer. “Shouldn’t we go to the hospital to get you checked out?”
Going to the hospital might expose everything, what a silly child.
Wang Xiaomie’s lips twitched. He didn’t expect that one day he would be poisoned and have to cover up for the poisoner.
“No need, I probably have a stomach bug from eating black donkey hooves in the tomb palace,” he said.
Bai Yu tightened his grip on his hand: “But…”
“It’s really not necessary,” Wang Xiaomie interrupted, afraid that Bai Yu would inadvertently confess everything, ruining their plans with An Xie. So, he quickly changed the subject. “Are you hungry? I haven’t had anything good to eat these past few days. Oh, by the way, did you buy any ingredients for the fridge, Da Bai?”
“Huh?” Bai Yu was thrown off guard by the sudden change of topic, a little confused. “Well, I did buy some…”
“Great, that’s all that matters,” Wang Xiaomie replied, patting his shoulder and pushing him to sit down on the sofa. “You and Wen Fengjin can wait here while I go cook.” With that, he turned and ran off.
“I…” Bai Yu was about to say something, but Wen Fengjin suddenly cast him a fleeting glance.
Bai Yu, who saw the unspoken words “shut up” in that glance: “…”
The refrigerator was opened and closed tightly shut, and the kitchen echoed with the sounds of pots and pans, chopping vegetables and meat, clinking of seasoning bottles, and the sizzle of stir-frying. Soon, the aroma of cooking wafted into the living room, warming up the chilly atmosphere.
Wen Fengjin no longer exuded a cold aura, and Bai Yu relaxed his tense shoulders.
These familiar sounds and smells were like the warmth of home, the essence of human life.
Sitting at the dining table, eating familiar dishes, Bai Yu choked up again. In the middle of the meal, he went to the kitchen and personally served Wang Xiaomie a bowl of soup, the contents of which needed no explanation.
But he kept glancing at the soup, then at Wang Xiaomie.
Back and forth, back and forth…
Again and again…
“…”
Tsk! Wang Xiaomie felt sorry for him.
Seriously, isn’t it a joke that Yi Yan thinks this little idiot can poison me? Wang Xiaomie glanced at Wen Fengjin.
Perhaps it’s just that one’s own child always looks good no matter how one sees them. Wen Fengjin glanced back indifferently.
Finally, amidst Wang Xiaomie’s pained expression, he handed the now-cold soup to Wang Xiaomie.
“Xiaomie, you should drink the soup now…”
Bai Yu’s expression was solemn, as if he himself were about to drink poison.
Even Wang Xiaomie felt a sense of “Dalang, it’s time to take your medicine…”
(He was still that Pan Jinlian!)
Author’s note: [Small theater]
Bai Yu: I’m not Dalang!
Wang Xiaomie: If I’m Pan Jinlian, then who’s Wen Fengjin? Oh~ Ximen Qing! Hahaha…
Wen Fengjin: ……
Translator:
Explanation: Pan Jinlian is married to Wu Dalang, who is short and ugly, while Pan Jinlian is renowned for her beauty. As a result, many people feel that the couple are a mismatch. Pan Jinlian, dissatisfied with her marriage, has an extramarital affair with Ximen Qing, a handsome womanizer in town. Wu Dalang eventually discovers the affair, but Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing murder him by adding poison to his food. Read Wikipedia page for more info.
