The affair ended, and Yang Huaijin slept for a long time, while Feng Zhi remained awake the whole time. He brought over a single sofa and sat not far from the bed, watching the figure beneath the thin blanket move up and down, smoking through the night.
He knew he had amnesia.
When Feng Zhi was in his teens, he was helping Xing Tian with something when a bullet grazed his head. If Xing Tian hadn’t arrived in time and promptly used a helicopter, sparing no expense to send him to the hospital, and then taking him to the best brain specialist overseas for treatment, he would have either been a vegetable or a fool, even if he didn’t die.
After that incident, he lost all memories before the age of eighteen. Well, it’s not accurate to say he lost them—his previous memories were extremely chaotic, shattered into fragments. He vaguely remembered some people and events from the past, but he couldn’t piece together complete memories. However, considering the severity of the brain injury, the fact that he could still live without affecting his intelligence was already quite remarkable. Feng Zhi had a carefree personality; if he lost his memories, he lost them. He didn’t think it was necessary to dwell on the past. What use were memories? People couldn’t travel back in time and start over. So he lived as he pleased, unaffected by amnesia.
However, in the quiet of the deep night, his mind often became noisy, with a flood of memories rushing out in a jumble, giving him a headache. Feng Zhi had slept very little over the years, so he simply became a night owl, jokingly saying: Indulging in the pleasures of life is the true color of life.
Feng Zhi had been wandering for many years, and his sexual preferences were also well known. He only went for Omega boys around twenty years old—not too skinny, and not too delicate. Their skin had to be fair, they had to smile beautifully, with a sunny disposition and a youthful aura.
Some of his cronies mocked Feng Zhi as a ‘What a beast! Not only does he specialize in screwing Omegas, but he also goes after students around twenty years old.’ In fact, Feng Zhi knew that he was only interested in boys with that kind of appearance, inexplicably but persistently. He had forgotten the past, but it seemed like his body remembered, recalling a boy around twenty years old, remembering his demeanor, and even his scent…
He just didn’t remember that he loved him, nor did he remember everything between them.
He remembered Yang Huaijin once telling him, ‘I’m twenty-one, studying in my third year at A University. My friends all call me A-jin.’ Why did he say that? Twenty-one… When Yang Huaijin was twenty-one, Feng Zhi was just eighteen, the year he had his accident… Feng Zhi stared at the figure on the bed, his emotions obscure and unclear.
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In the long night with only him awake, Feng Zhi’s mind began to wander.
“Master Jin, so, back then, it was actually you who raped me who was still underage, right…”
If shamelessness had a physical form, it would probably look like Feng Zhi.
…
The next day, as Yang Huaijin just opened his eyes, he saw Feng Zhi smiling beside him, looking very focused, and his gaze… intense, like he was observing a precious plant he had just cultivated. For Yang Huaijin, who was accustomed to living alone, this was quite a shock.
Feng Zhi didn’t care whether the other person was startled or not, quickly pressing his body closer. “Morning, Master Jin!”
Yang Huaijin pushed him away with a look of disdain, but he lacked strength in the morning, and the man on top of him was too heavy.
“Don’t you want to give me a good morning kiss?”
Kiss my ass! Sometimes Yang Huaijin really wanted to curse like those gangsters in the underworld, but the good education he received since childhood made him hesitate to spit out dirty words even now.
“Stay away from me, I’ll have a better morning that way,” Yang Huaijin said.
Feng Zhi’s hand trailed down the contours of the body under the thin blanket, kneading a certain area between Yang Huaijin’s legs. “If we’re not kissing, we can do some morning exercise instead.”
“You…”
When the person you’re chatting with is a scoundrel, typically you only have two choices: either completely confront them or submit to them. Since confronting wasn’t an option, Yang Huaijin’s morning turned out to be very long.
After the exercise, Yang Huaijin sat at the table, feeling weak and dizzy, and indulgently lazy. His health hadn’t been good in recent years, so such intense and frequent exercise wasn’t suitable for him.
The scoundrel across the table looked satisfied, diligently spreading jam on Yang Huaijin’s bread.
After eating something to regain some strength, Yang Huaijin asked Feng Zhi what his plans were next.
“What’s next? You obviously need to rest properly,” Feng Zhi replied.
“Rest properly? I think you forgot where we are,” Yang Huaijin reminded him. “Ryan said you have three days.”
“Do you know what kind of gathering Ryan’s party is?” Feng Zhi leaned in closer, playfully staring into Yang Huaijin’s eyes. “Private gatherings in the Alpha Empire are usually quite open, like master-slave gatherings. Masters lead their slaves into the venue, participate in various public games, and the best-trained slaves receive rewards. Their masters also gain admiration and respect from others. Do you think you can handle such a gathering, Master Jin?”
“You’re crazy. Find a way to get me off this ship. There’s no need to make a fuss over small matters,” Yang Huaijin shrugged. “I know what kind of gathering it is, and I don’t particularly like it, but if necessary, I’ll cooperate.”
Before Yang Huaijin could finish his sentence, he was hugged by Feng Zhi, and the man’s voice came from behind his ear, “Are you an idiot? How is this a small matter? How can I let my Omega suffer?”
How can my Omega suffer?
My Omega must not suffer any grievances.
Similar words, the same person. The voice from Yang Huaijin’s memory suddenly came to him from the distant past, and he stared ahead blankly, his heart pounding violently. It felt as if that eighteen-year-old boy had once again stood before him, his warm palm pressing against his cheek. “My Omega must not suffer any grievances.”
Oh fuck, I was unprepared for how sad that paragraph made me. Reading the chapter title had me guessing but reading Yang Hauijin’s thoughts almost made me cry.
Thank you for the chapters! The translations are as beautiful as always!
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“If shamelessness had a physical form, it would probably look like Feng Zhi”
I CACKLED 🤣🤣🤣🤣 FZ lost his memory and he suddenly became this shameless, two things. It’s an aftereffect of his head injury or he’s just naturally born shameless. That cold and aloof image is just all pretend 🤣