Translator: Qixi is the Chinese equivalent of Valentine’s Day.
Recently, Wen Fengjin has been acting a bit strange.
… …
Summer was coming to an end, although the weather during the day was still far from cool, the nights had started to bring a chill.
Cicadas, singing their mating songs, emitted sharp buzzing noises.
Wen Fengjin sat on the sofa in the room, concentrating on the book in his hand. His body temperature was always cold, not a drop of sweat even when wearing long pants.
Wang Xiaomie, who had just woken up from a nap, walked downstairs. Before he could get close to Wen Fengjin, he saw him snap the book shut and place it near his legs, away from Wang Xiaomie.
Wang Xiaomie blinked, his gaze swept over Wen Fengjin’s unreadable calm face, and finally landed on the book. “What’s that?”
As he leaned over to reach for the book on Wen Fengjin’s legs, he was stopped by Wen Fengjin’s hand on the back of his neck.
“There’s nothing interesting, just an ordinary book.”
“If it’s just an ordinary book, what’s the harm in letting me see it?”
“No.”
“No?!”
Wen Fengjin never refused what he wanted!
Wang Xiaomie pushed away the cold hand on his neck, looked at Wen Fengjin suspiciously, and saw Wen Fengjin turn his head slightly, his handsome face showing a hint of embarrassment, his eyes avoiding contact.
This… something’s up!
Wang Xiaomie squinted his eyes and straightened his body, extending his paws towards Wen Fengjin in a threatening manner and baring his teeth, “Xiao Wenzi~ What are you hiding? Is it some little x-rated magazine?! Hand it over to zhen now!”
“Shixiong,” Wen Fengjin chuckled, his narrow and affectionate eyes burning with a hint of blush from his eyebrows. Suddenly, his sharp and handsome face drew closer.
Wang Xiaomie was taken aback, and the next moment, his lips were sealed by Wen Fengjin’s.
The soft and plump lips pressed against his own, so affectionate, so infatuated…
The excessively indulgent love, coupled with the gentle movements, enveloped him in the scent emanating from Wen Fengjin.
Wen Fengjin’s cold and slender fingers intertwined with the roots of his hair, holding Wang Xiaomie’s head in place, not letting him escape, coaxing Wang Xiaomie to tilt his head back and cooperate, unable to resist closing his eyes and getting lost in the embrace.
Their lips parted, moist and even more rosy than before.
Wang Xiaomie’s cheeks flushed, eyes shimmering with tears as he covered his mouth, panting. Wen Fengjin lovingly kissed his nose, eyelids, and forehead.
One kiss followed by another, layer upon layer, all imbued with a syrupy sweetness.
Wang Xiaomie felt Wen Fengjin’s restraint slipping, as he was pressed down onto the spacious and soft sofa. Wen Fengjin’s cold fingers traced the exposed neck, and he lowered his head to cover it with his mouth.
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.
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Wen Fengjin had already gone upstairs.
Wang Xiaomie, intoxicated by Wen Fengjin’s beauty, was snickering in anticipation.
Are we doing it on the sofa? Even though we’ve tried it before, it’s daytime now! Even if that little brat, Wen Mian, has gone to school, isn’t it inappropriate to do this in broad daylight? Hehehe…
Maybe I should close the curtains later.
With these thoughts in mind, his brain was filled with various “exciting” scenes. After eagerly waiting for a few minutes, Wen Fengjin still hadn’t come down.
Wang Xiaomie, puzzled, sat up and looked towards the stairs. Suddenly, as if realizing something, he widened his eyes and glanced at the sofa beside him.
Damn it, the book was gone?
He quickly got up and scurried upstairs, pushing open the bedroom door abruptly!
The room was quiet with the coffin lying there silently. There was no one in the room, only the window was open, blowing a draft of air right into Wang Xiaomie’s face.
Wang Xiaomie: “…”
Shit!
Wen Fengjin actually ran away through the window!!!
… …
Since yesterday’s incident, Wang Xiaomie hadn’t spoken to Wen Fengjin at all. No matter how much he beat him, Wen Fengjin just took it without explanation. He frequently went out, and one day, when Wang Xiaomie woke up at night to use the bathroom, he found Wen Fengjin beside him was gone!
At that moment, his heart sank.
Crap! His man was becoming more distant, frequently going out, sneaking out while his wife was asleep…
Oh man, there’s definitely something fishy going on!
After that, Wang Xiaomie couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was wrong.
When An Xie came to his house for tea, Wang Xiaomie hesitated for a while before asking him, “An Xie, do you think Wen Fengjin… is having an affair?”
“Pfff—!!!” An Xie spat out all his tea, coughing violently, staring at Wang Xiaomie incredulously, as if he had grown two heads.
“An affair?! Who? Senior Wen?!”
“Yeah,” Wang Xiaomie scratched his head awkwardly, “Why are you so shocked?”
“Why wouldn’t I be shocked?” An Xie said, “I even suspect that apart from you, Senior Wen can’t tell men from women, do you know that? Despite his looks, you still let him run errands at every turn, but have you ever seen him spare a glance at anyone? Those flirtatious people in his eyes probably don’t even register their breasts or handles, let alone their race!”
Wang Xiaomie’s lips twitched, “…Really?”
“Really!” An Xie massaged his temples in frustration, “For Wen Fengjin to have an affair, that’s just impossible! Absolutely not!”
“Alright…”
After seeing An Xie off, Wang Xiaomie began to devise a new plan, intending to catch Wen Fengjin red-handed!
So, that night, he still gave Wen Fengjin the cold shoulder, sulking like a kicked puppy as he went upstairs to sleep. Wen Fengjin wrapped his arm around him, whispering softly, “Shixiong… I’m sorry. Can you please not be mad at me?”
“No!”
Wang Xiaomie coldly pushed him away, cruelly pulling the blanket over himself, cocooning himself tightly. He hummed and hawed, pretending to sleep in the coffin.
Time passed, Wang Xiaomie didn’t know how long, so long that he had actually fallen asleep. Something soft brushed against his earlobes, then retreated, and Wang Xiaomie suddenly woke up.
He opened his eyes slightly in the darkness of the coffin, but there was no sign of Wen Fengjin.
Ah! He’s sneaking out again!
Wang Xiaomie’s face darkened, immediately stealthily climbing out of the coffin, ready to catch him in the act.
He assumed Wen Fengjin must have gone out, so he quickly went downstairs. Unexpectedly, he heard a sound of something colliding nearby, prompting him to silently crouch by the staircase railing to peek.
The dimly lit living room had no lights on, only the kitchen was illuminated. Because it was an open-plan kitchen, Wang Xiaomie could clearly see Wen Fengjin inside.
Strange, why was he not sleeping so late? Was he hungry? Did he come downstairs every night to cook?
Wang Xiaomie shook his head: No, Fengjin and I don’t really need to eat. He rarely felt hungry, so why would he be unable to sleep due to hunger?
He continued to watch. The man in the kitchen, with only his upper body visible, wore a serious expression and a kitchen apron. His silver hair was tied up, and the light from above cast a small shadow over his eye sockets, making his face appear even colder, with a hint of anger as he stared at the pot in his hand.
His snow-white fingers gripped the handle of the pot, the fire was not too strong, as there was hardly any heat rising. After a while, he used chopsticks to taste what was inside, furrowing his brow into wrinkles. The book that he hadn’t shown Wang Xiaomie appeared again. Wen Fengjin compared the pot’s contents with the book and then started cutting something with a knife.
Sniffing the strange smell wafting up to his nose, Wang Xiaomie was so curious that his head almost went bald.
What the hell is he doing?
Finally, unable to squat any longer, he walked over openly. Wen Fengjin looked up in consternation at the sound of footsteps, then his face displayed a mixture of frustration and resignation. After a few seconds, he sighed and smiled.
His narrow and peculiar pupils curved slightly, and Wen Fengjin’s lips hinted at a smile. “Caught in the act, huh?”
“What are you doing? Sneaking around like this,” Wang Xiaomie frowned as he walked closer. He was a little surprised when he saw the things in front of Wen Fengjin; a pot with chocolate being heated in a water bath, and rows of various colored chocolates and heart-shaped molds lined up neatly.
Wang Xiaomie’s mouth twitched as he picked up the book next to Wen Fengjin and took a closer look, discovering that it was a handmade chocolate tutorial filled with pink illustrations.
“…”
Wang Xiaomie was dumbfounded. “Wait, what is this? You’ve been hiding and sneaking around just to make chocolates, and even jumped out the window?”
“Um…” Wen Fengjin averted his gaze, coughed softly, looking somewhat embarrassed.
“Why are you making chocolates?” Wang Xiaomie flipped through the materials, sniffing the chocolate scent that had become slightly burnt. “These are all messed up. Besides, why would the Demon Lord bother making handmade chocolates late at night? Pfff! Hahahaha—”
“……”
The notorious Demon Lord Boss Wen, felt even more embarrassed, and his ears seemed to turn slightly red.
Oh my god…
Wang Xiaomie couldn’t help but laugh even more joyfully at the sight of his reddened ears.
Wen Fengjin listened to his laughter, lips pressed tight. His dark eyes stared at Wang Xiaomie, then suddenly, he smiled too.
“Yeah, it’s a bit inappropriate.”
“Yeah, right—”
“But since it’s almost Qixi, I wanted to give you something.”
“Right—what?!”
Wang Xiaomie looked at Wen Fengjin, who was smiling bitterly, and pointed at the chocolate in the pot, asking incredulously, “You want to give me handmade chocolate for Qixi?!”
“Mm,” Wen Fengjin said, “But forget it. These things aren’t suitable for me.”
After saying that, he was about to pick up the pot of chocolate to throw it away. Wang Xiaomie was sluggish for a moment, then suddenly shouted, “Aroo!” and jumped up, latching onto Wen Fengjin’s shoulders from behind.
“No throwing! You made handmade chocolate for me! Wow— I’m going to drink this whole pot of chocolate today! I’ll get mad at whoever tries to pour it away!”
Wen Fengjin lowered his eyes faintly and said, “Didn’t you say…”
“I didn’t say anything!” Wang Xiaomie interrupted him, solemnly reaching around from behind to hold Wen Fengjin’s face and planted a kiss on his cheek.
Their eyes met.
Wang Xiaomie uttered each word slowly, “Lao Gong.”
“Hmm?”
“I fucking love you.”
“…”
The handsome man carrying him on his back revealed a gentle smile. In that moment, it seemed as if Wang Xiaomie had traveled through a thousand years and caught a glimpse of the youthful face that once used to coquettishly beg him.
Wen Fengjin smiled and said, “Hmm, I love you too, love you to death.”
Wang Xiaomie chuckled as he lay on his back.
He picked up a bit of chocolate with his fingertips, smeared it on both of their lips, and finally pressed them together. I don’t know which one of them was being devoured.
The slightly burnt, bittersweet taste, with a strange and strong fragrance, traveled from their tongues to their lips, then down their throats, finally brushing a layer of heartwarming sweetness over their hearts…
The sweetness paused momentarily.
Someone said, “Happy Qixi.”
And someone replied, “Happy Qixi.”
That’s really is a good ending 💕 But I really want to see their daughter growing up 🫠🫠
Thanks for the chapter!! And thank you dear translator and everyone who’s involved 🫶🫶🫶
Awww such a sweet ending! May they continue spreading dog food everywhere for the next thousand years 😂
Thanks so much for the translations! The story was so compelling that I binged straight through them in one shot hehe