Fang Rui casually drove the car as if nothing had happened.
Feng Zhi glanced out the window, then turned back to see Yang Huaijin smiling at him. “You dare to go alone without anyone to watch over you. Aren’t you afraid that I, the second in command, will sell you out?” He tilted his chin slightly. “Does my San-ge look like a good person to you?”
Fang Rui immediately retorted, “Xiao Jin, that’s not fair to say! My whole being is labeled ‘law-abiding citizen.’ How can I not look like a good person? You come all the way to Russia and talk bad about your own brother in front of strangers? Have you lost your conscience…?” A chatterbox like him should never be provoked. Mention him even a little, and he could talk non-stop for half an hour.
Feng Zhi seemed to have no urgency or impatience. He ignored Fang Rui and just leaned back in his seat, staring at Yang Huaijin as if he were looking at a treasure. “If Master Jin wants to sell, then I will certainly consent to being sold by you. Just make sure to fetch a good price.”
Yang Huaijin snorted, “Not worth a few coins, not interested!”
Yang Huaijin couldn’t tolerate Feng Zhi’s flirtatious demeanor, reminiscent of a peacock flaunting its feathers. Every time Feng Zhi spoke to him like that, he couldn’t help but want to avoid him. Feng Zhi, once he set his sights on someone, seemed to only have room for that person in his eyes and heart. He didn’t get annoyed no matter what the other person said, freely exuding charm as if it cost him nothing.
Sleazy! Loosely-moraled! Unserious! Yang Huaijin evaluated silently in his mind.
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The expertly undressed Feng Zhi, who was dubbed ‘sleazy, loose-moraled, and unserious’ in Yang Huaijin’s silent criticism, draped the clothes over Yang Huaijin and then leaned closer, holding his hand under the clothes and releasing a small amount of pheromones to soothe him. Yang Huaijin had furrowed his brows slightly in his sleep, but as his hand was held in Feng Zhi’s warm palm, his brows slowly relaxed.
This had become Feng Zhi’s recent habit—keeping an eye on Yang Huaijin’s condition and gently releasing a bit of pheromones to him. Feng Zhi often suffered from headaches and got little sleep, but this quirk happened to facilitate his care for the pregnant Yang Huaijin, making him feel for the first time that insomnia wasn’t entirely a bad thing.
As for Yang Huaijin’s emotional outburst regarding the pregnancy, it seemed to have occurred only once, when he learned the test results. After spending an afternoon standing atop a mountain and feeling the sea breeze, his emotions seemed to have settled, and he returned to being the calm and composed ‘Master Jin,’ who had everything under control. If Feng Zhi hadn’t shamelessly insisted on staying at Yang Huaijin’s house, he would never have noticed anything unusual about Yang Huaijin.
In the early stages of pregnancy, Omega individuals have a particularly strong need for Alpha pheromones. Sometimes Yang Huaijin could be quite clingy, and Feng Zhi was happy to indulge him in their relationship matters, especially since their intimate moments were indeed… addictive. However, Yang Huaijin didn’t like sharing a bed with Feng Zhi. Once or twice was fine, but seeing Yang Huaijin’s persistent attitude, Feng Zhi finally felt a bit unhappy.
Pregnant Omegas are not to be messed with, and a pregnant Master Jin is even more difficult to deal with. When he gets stubborn, his words become sharper than ever, each one carrying years of pent-up emotions, capable of piercing Feng Zhi to the core with every word.
After two unpleasant incidents, Feng Zhi found himself at a loss dealing with Yang Huaijin. He decided to change tactics, opting for a more indirect approach, refusing to confront him head-on. That evening, he noticed something amiss with Yang Huaijin.
In the dead of night, he quietly opened the door to Yang Huaijin’s bedroom, only to hear agonizing groans emanating from inside, as if Yang Huaijin were tormented by some dreadful nightmare, curled up in bed trembling. Feng Zhi approached and felt the cold sweat on Yang Huaijin’s skin, startling him awake.
Feng Zhi asked him what was wrong.
Yang Huaijin’s face looked terrible, and without mincing words, he pointed at the door and said three words: “Get out.”
In recent days, Feng Zhi had restrained all his temper, serving Yang Huaijin with extreme caution, practically at his beck and call. But this time, instead of backing off, he firmly pressed Yang Huaijin down on the bed, violently suppressing the increasingly irritable Master Jin. Yang Huaijin struggled desperately beneath Feng Zhi, biting down hard on Feng Zhi’s shoulder until the taste of blood filled his mouth. Exhausted from the struggle and unable to break free, he finally spoke the truth.
He said, “It hurts.”
Feng Zhi was startled and quickly released him, then saw him curl up completely.
Nighttime often leads people to inadvertently reveal their true feelings. When Yang Huaijin said it hurt, it wasn’t physical pain but rather emotional pain. The trauma from his previous miscarriage had left him with deep psychological scars, and since he learned about his pregnancy, this emotional pain had often surfaced, especially at night, when he was half-awake. The more it hurt, the more worried he became about the child in his belly, which in turn intensified the pain. He didn’t want Feng Zhi to know, so he deliberately avoided him. He believed that once his pheromones stabilized, this pain would gradually disappear. He thought he could endure it, just like he had endured all his past wounds alone.
Feng Zhi slowly lifted Yang Huaijin’s shoulders, unfolding the curled-up figure. At first, Yang Huaijin resisted fiercely, but Feng Zhi positioned himself above him, completely enveloping him in his aura, gently kissing his hair.
Feng Zhi said, “Let me hold you, okay?”
Once Yang Huaijin stopped resisting, Feng Zhi removed their clothes. He held Yang Huaijin tightly, their skins touching, limbs entwined. He kissed him tenderly, devoid of any desire, and said, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”
From then on, he adamantly refused to let Yang Huaijin sleep alone. Whenever Yang Huaijin found him too annoying, Feng Zhi would simply laugh and kiss him. Yang Huaijin wouldn’t easily get angry or confront people with a smiling face, so Feng Zhi realized that as long as he was shameless enough, Yang Huaijin couldn’t do anything to him. Capitalizing on this, he even dared to push the boundaries a bit further, using suggestive looks to tease Yang Huaijin, getting closer to him and saying flirtatious things, or doing something overly intimate in bed. Yang Huaijin had been raised with good manners, so good that he didn’t know how to deal with a ‘bastard’ like Feng Zhi.
Feng Zhi couldn’t help but smile at these thoughts. As the clothes draped over Yang Huaijin’s shoulder slid down, Feng Zhi reached out to help pull them back up, mindful of the vehicle’s bumps. He gently guided Yang Huaijin towards himself, and before long, Yang Huaijin rested his head on Feng Zhi’s shoulder, nuzzling against him in a daze. Feng Zhi felt a slight itchiness from Yang Huaijin’s movements, both physically and emotionally.
Fang Rui caught sight of the movements of the two in the backseat through the rearview mirror. He glanced at Feng Zhi with scrutiny, then looked away before Feng Zhi could meet his gaze, as if nothing had happened, and continued driving.
