The car traveled for three or four hours, during which Yang Huaijin slept and woke up intermittently, in a daze for three or four hours. After a while, the convoy entered a forested area, and the number of cars following behind gradually decreased. Feng Zhi knew they were nearing their destination.
Fang Rui slowed down the vehicle and parked it in a small clearing by the roadside. He asked Feng Zhi, “Want a smoke?”
Feng Zhi knew Fang Rui was using the opportunity to have a conversation, so he got out of the car as well.
Fang Rui handed Feng Zhi a cigarette. The Russian-style cigarette had a distinct spicy flavor, making it uncomfortable to smoke. Feng Zhi lit the cigarette and observed Fang Rui discreetly; he could sense Fang Rui’s hostility towards him.
As a seasoned chatterbox, Fang Rui had a knack for nonsense, casually introducing the terrain of the military zone to Feng Zhi as they walked shoulder to shoulder. Feng Zhi listened with little interest; if their base could really be openly revealed to outsiders like this, Ilya wouldn’t have to keep a low profile.
As a cigarette neared its end, Fang Rui walked to the back of his Humvee, which hadn’t been washed for who knows how many days, and opened the trunk to pull out a gun. He raised his hand and tossed the gun to Feng Zhi, saying, “Check this out, take it!”
Feng Zhi caught the gun and glanced at it. “Barrett M82A1? Looks good.”
“Good enough,” Fang Rui chuckled with the cigarette in his mouth. “I just told you about the terrain. We’ll head into the woods later for a close-up tour, with Ilya personally guiding you. Myself and A-jin will wait for you in the core area.”
With that, he swiftly climbed into his car, started the Humvee, and drove off into the distance.
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Feng Zhi looked at the gun in his hand, finding it difficult to digest Fang Rui’s recent words—what was going on?
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Fang Rui smiled triumphantly, “Don’t worry, A-jin, let your sister-in-law teach him a little lesson, ah, no, spar.”
“What do you mean, teach a lesson? San-ge, he’s my friend, what’s going on? Stop the car!”
Fang Rui didn’t slow down the car, glancing at Yang Huaijin through the rearview mirror. “Friend? What friend? A friend from over a decade ago?”
Yang Huaijin was tongue-tied. “How did you know?”
“Just as I expected! I knew you were a fool!” Fang Rui snorted coldly, gritting his teeth a bit. “No, I’m going to tell your sister-in-law to give him a good beating for me!”
“Hey, A-jin, how come you haven’t made any progress at all? It’s been so many years, and you’re still hanging on to the past? If we were back in the old days, you’d have a few chastity arches awarded to you by now!”
Yang Huaijin found his third brother despicable and deserving of a beating, but he felt a bit uneasy being talked to like that. “Alright, it’s my own business, don’t meddle in it.”
“Hmph, but I’ve been involved! He’s the one who got in my way. Isn’t he an Alpha, Feng Zhi? If he can’t even beat an Omega, how can he protect his partner? What kind of Alpha is he?”
“You’re really dense. Is my sister-in-law just an ordinary Omega?” Yang Huaijin sighed, knowing that Fang Rui was still holding a grudge over what happened twelve years ago when Feng Zhi ‘abandoned’ him. He explained, “The past wasn’t something he wanted either. He had amnesia.” He rubbed his forehead. “I said he’s a friend, so don’t let my sister-in-law bother him. I didn’t bring him here to meet the family. You’re really…”
“The biggest shame for an Alpha is not being able to protect their Omega,” Fang Rui still looked displeased, with the attitude of a father marrying off his daughter. “A-jin, you’re just too kind. Sometimes I really wish you’d be a bit more rebellious, but you’ve been so disappointing all these years!”
Yang Huaijin chuckled at his teasing. “How old are we? What rebellion?”
“…”
Fang Rui was unusually quiet for a moment before he said, “A-jin, you love him.”
He spoke with certainty, then muttered to himself, “What’s so good about him? I just don’t see it.”
Yang Huaijin remained silent. He rarely discussed matters of the heart with his family, especially with his eccentric third brother. Fang Rui was perhaps the most unreliable person in the family, and over the years, no one had ever intervened in his romantic affairs. But even Fang Rui’s reaction was so intense… Maybe the way he was brought back home all those years ago was really… quite pitiful.
When Fang Rui said ‘you love him,’ Yang Huaijin didn’t know how to respond. He had been subconsciously avoiding this question all along. Love or not, even twelve years ago, he hadn’t considered it. In fact, neither he nor Feng Zhi had ever uttered that word.
He recalled some of the moments he had spent with Feng Zhi recently. They shared the same space, ate and slept together, like a couple inseparable from each other’s shadows. Occasionally they made love, occasionally teased each other idly. Feng Zhi would take him out for meals, movies, and if Yang Huaijin needed to go somewhere, Feng Zhi would unconditionally be his chauffeur. Lao He joked that he had been replaced and was about to be forced into retirement. Zhou Qing, on the other hand, always found excuses to chase Feng Zhi away, citing interference with internal affairs. They argued back and forth, creating a lively atmosphere.
Feng Zhi seemed to treat every moment together with Yang Huaijin as a date. And facing the tender web that Feng Zhi had woven around him, Yang Huaijin found himself ensnared without even realizing it. It was only when the net was drawn tight that he realized he had nowhere to escape.
Yang Huaijin had turned his top-floor apartment into a cold exhibition hall over the years—minimalistic, spacious, and desolate. His taste was impeccable; the apartment was modern and elegant in its decoration, except for a few valuable Chinese-style potted plants, he hardly added anything to the apartment. All his clothes were stored in the built-in wardrobe, and even though he often came back to stay, one could hardly see any traces of the homeowner’s life. At most, there might be an extra blanket on the sofa or a piece of clothing draped somewhere.
Feng Zhi’s arrival seemed to inject life into this cold apartment all of a sudden. He would buy a lot of things to fill Yang Huaijin’s refrigerator. He would also add some flowers, placing a large vase next to Yang Huaijin’s precious bamboo, each flower blooming foolishly, like a rich man in a bottle, stealing the sunlight from the bamboo and disrupting the aesthetic of the space.
Feng Zhi tried to cook for Yang Huaijin, although he wasn’t good at it himself, but as an Alpha cancer patient, he subconsciously felt that feeding his Omega was an important duty as an Alpha. Yang Huaijin would always stand aside watching Feng Zhi ‘bomb the kitchen,’ although the results of his cooking were indeed not very good, but for some reason, he just wanted to smell these fireworks more.
Feng Zhi was tall and handsome, frowning as he stared at his phone, reading recipes, while clumsily handling the pots and pans he was unfamiliar with, holding the pot like a gun, the veins on his arms protruding, looking very discordant but amusing. The sunlight streamed in from the window, enveloping Feng Zhi’s tall figure in light, and Yang Huaijin watched him, smiling, and as he smiled, his heart suddenly softened.
That day, Feng Zhi looked up and saw Yang Huaijin smiling, and he smiled somewhat helplessly too. Cooking required a bit of talent, and he felt a little frustrated.
Yang Huaijin said, “I’m hungry.”
Feng Zhi immediately threw down the spatula in his hand, took off the apron that seemed a bit small on him, and threw it on the table. “I’m done!” he said, striding over and hooking his arm around Yang Huaijin’s shoulder. “Let’s go out to eat!”
So domestic 🥹
Aww playing house. Get marry you two 🤧