The laboratory door remained ajar, and through the opening, Yang Huaijin could see the tall figure of Feng Zhi standing there. Yang Huaijin approached the door, which Feng Zhi then opened, enveloping Yang Huaijin in a strong embrace.
Feng Zhi held onto his shoulders, saying nothing, and guided him out of the laboratory.
Yang Huaijin’s lips trembled slightly as he said, “He… the teacher, he’s coughing up blood…”
Feng Zhi nodded, indicating he was aware of the situation. Initially, he suspected that Fang Xingping had come to him for help in finding Yang when he disappeared that one time. However, Fang Xingping was cautious in his actions. Although he had people investigate, they ultimately found nothing. It wasn’t until Feng Zhi returned from the cruise ship that he started looking into Yang Huaijin’s university days again and stumbled upon Fang Xingping’s name once more. Upon Yang Huaijin’s return after his disappearance, Fang Xingping had tampered with his files, erasing Yang Huaijin’s traces at the school as much as possible, only to slowly restore those records many years later. Yang Huaijin entered the underworld after graduation and had no use for his academic records, so he had never paid attention to this matter. Feng Zhi couldn’t understand why Fang Xingping wanted to help Yang Huaijin hide his identity, but their friendship, which had been both mentorship and camaraderie, temporarily dispelled Feng Zhi’s suspicions. That is until he delved deeper into their past, into Chen Qi, into the dealings of the Anelli family, and then he saw Fang Xingping’s name again.
Before Ryan’s letter arrived, Feng Zhi had already been closely monitoring Fang Xingping.
When Fang Xingping was ‘summoned’ to Feng Zhi’s presence, he knew that the guillotine that had been hanging over his head for twenty years was finally falling. He didn’t have much to hide about what he had done, but he still hoped to continue his unfinished research until the end of his life. He hadn’t stopped his research, had no experimental subjects, and was conducting experiments on himself. Soon, his body began to have problems.
Yang Huaijin was surprised. “But, Teacher is a Beta…”
Feng Zhi shook his head. “Fang Xingping is an Omega. He had his glands removed when he was very young.”
Yang Huaijin’s eyes suddenly welled up. What experiments could an Omega without glands do? Moreover, with so few subjects, there was simply no way to compare and research. Fang Xingping was just seeking death wholeheartedly.
Yang Huaijin turned back, and occasionally, the sound of coughing would still come from Fang Xingping’s laboratory, but it became difficult to distinguish because of the distance.
They walked side by side in the dimly lit, old laboratory building. His hand was clasped tightly in Feng Zhi’s hand, his fingers cold but warmed by the heat transmitted from Feng Zhi’s hand. By now, the sunlight was slanting westward, casting long rays of light into the entrance of the laboratory building. They seemed to be walking through a hole in time, their hands tightly held together, from the past to the future, from old days to new beginnings…
Yang Huaijin felt exhausted. His past had come to an end, but he had nowhere to seek revenge. This world wasn’t a fairy tale, where love and hate had clear boundaries. They tangled together, forming life itself. You struggled, you threw punches, but they only landed in empty air.
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Two months later, Fang Xingping passed away.
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During these two months, Yang Huaijin visited Fang Xingping several times. They tacitly avoided discussing anything about the past. Fang Xingping would talk to Yang Huaijin about his research achievements like a child, sometimes happy and sometimes troubled. He worked tirelessly day and night, meticulously organizing his unfinished research and the directions he cared about, hoping that Yang Huaijin would preserve them and hand them over to the relevant laboratories. Yang Huaijin agreed, but by this time, Fang Xingping’s health had deteriorated significantly.
During their last meeting, Fang Xingping said, “Don’t come to see me anymore.”
Yang Huaijin remained silent for a long time before saying, “Okay.”
He bid farewell to Fang Xingping, just like every time before. He rose, bowed, and then left.
Fang Xingping also bid him farewell gently, saying, “Go!”
Yang Huaijin walked out of Fang Xingping’s laboratory, where Feng Zhi was still waiting for him outside the door. They walked side by side from the depths of the long corridor towards the exit. Then, Yang Huaijin suddenly grabbed Feng Zhi, and in that moment, all emotions surged within him. He held onto Feng Zhi’s arm tightly and rested his head on Feng Zhi’s shoulder.
After a long while, Yang Huaijin whispered, “Next time, I won’t come.”
Feng Zhi gently embraced him and said, “Mhm,” then kissed the top of Yang Huaijin’s head.
The two figures were hidden in the shadows of the corridor. Yang Huaijin blinked, a tear fell between him and Feng Zhi, sinking into the darkness and silently disappearing.
Not long after that, Fang Xingping passed away. His life was filled with idealistic faith in science, pushing forward research progress at any cost. He did many things, some right and some wrong, light and darkness both converged on him. He once firmly believed that great endeavors were destined to have sacrifices, but ultimately couldn’t face his own conscience.
The day after the funeral, Yang Huaijin and Feng Zhi went out to sea, scattering Fang Xingping’s ashes into the ocean, as per his final wish.
Yang Huaijin stood at the ship’s rail, gazing at the gently swaying sea surface. Memories of the past dozen years flooded his mind. He said, “Teacher was both the one who lit the way and the executioner.”
Turning around, he found Feng Zhi standing not far behind him, wearing sunglasses and a beige casual outfit, tall and slender.
This person is obsessed with dressing himself up handsomely and charmingly. This morning, he even forced Yang Huaijin to wear couple outfits with him, matching sunglasses and watches. As a result, Yang Huaijin forgot about his pregnancy and only realized when he tried to put on pants that his current figure couldn’t possibly match with Feng Zhi’s in couple outfits, leading to an awkward moment.
Feng Zhi was still laughing when he went out, finding Yang Huaijin so adorable like this.
Yang Huaijin grabbed him and said, “Next time, you wear maternity pants!”
Feng Zhi nodded and laughed, “Okay, okay!”
Yang Huaijin looked at Feng Zhi and suddenly realized that he had been standing behind him at some point. Feng Zhi still often had headaches and still didn’t remember the past, and Yang Huaijin didn’t say much more. Perhaps many years later, he would tell Feng Zhi the story of A-jiu and A-jin, by which time he should have completely let go of the past.
Yang Huaijin smiled at Feng Zhi and asked, “Have you thought about what name to give the baby?”
Feng Zhi walked over, one hand resting on the ship’s railing, the other embracing Yang Huaijin’s waist, pulling him into his arms. “Shouldn’t we get married first?” he asked.
“…” Yang Huaijin was stunned for a moment, then pushed Feng Zhi away slightly. Leaning against the ship’s railing, he relaxed. “You’ve never even pursued me, so why talk about marriage?”
“Alright, then let’s name the child first,” Feng Zhi nodded, leaning closer and pressing his lips against Yang Huaijin’s.
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Twelve years ago, also on the sea, when they were still young, they stood apart at the ship’s railing—
“You promised to be my partner, never to back out!”
“Nonsense! I only agreed you could pursue me.”
“You agreed in your heart, I heard it.”
Time is a spiral line, carrying them through a long journey, yet seeming to return to a certain point in the past.
They missed many years, experienced many things, some faced together, more walked alone. They separated and reunited, but life goes on.
【End of Story】
Author’s Note:
Finally, ‘Neck Kiss’ has come to an end!
It reached exactly 100 chapters on Myrics/Weixiang! After this, there will be a slightly more expensive extra chapter for you to enjoy as a reward. The full text will no longer be charged. It’s unrelated to the main storyline, so feel free to decide whether to purchase it or not! As always, I want to thank all the readers who supported and encouraged me during the serialization of ‘Neck Kiss’. It’s because of your enthusiasm that ‘Neck Kiss’ was able to reach its conclusion. Haha!
Because of my work, I was especially busy in spring, summer, and autumn, so this story started serialization in April, and it was written intermittently. I didn’t expect it to continue until the next year. I write slowly and can’t churn out hundreds or thousands of words in a short period of time. I need to fully immerse myself to write smoothly and produce passages that I like. Towards the end, in winter, with no more work interruptions, I could finally calm down, reread the previous chapters, reorganize the plot and emotions, and write until the end, finally rediscovering the joy of writing. I’ve always believed that the author’s emotions towards the story can be conveyed to the readers. Whether you like it or not, whether you love it or not, whether you cry or laugh, readers of your story can feel it.
My intermittent writing resulted in this story taking too long to complete, and it also exceeded the word count by too much (I originally planned for around 70,000 words, but it must be because Yang Huaijin is too adorable!). There’s quite a lot I want to say, so I might organize my thoughts and post them on Weibo when I have time in a couple of days.
Yang Huaijin and the Madman accompanied me for many months, and even towards the end, I opened up many new plot points involving Yang Huaijin and his whole family (no, you didn’t want to write!). And to all the lovely readers, I could feel waves of you coming and going, you’re all so enthusiastic, but unfortunately, my intermittent updates always seemed to consume that enthusiasm. Haha, I want to give you all a big hug~
Anyway, see you in the next story!
Translator’s Note:
┏(°◡°)┛ We made it to the end! As I said before I’ll be taking a short break before translating the 18 extras (˘‿˘) Also in the near future I’ll be translating another work from this author which focuses on the story of Bai Ning and Zhu Xu!
Thank you for your translations! Enjoyed the story and can’t wait for the extras💗
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Thank you. Such a sweet, conflicted yet perfect ending
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Thank you for all the work Mini Pickle! ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎🥒
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Thank you. Love the story
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Thank you. That was good ending
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Thank you so much!! This is the first story where I didn’t camp and I followed your translation till the very end ❤️❤️
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