Warning. This story contains the usage of date-rape drug, rape, suicidal thoughts, and character(s) death. Reader discretion is advised.
Qin Cang gently closed the book in his hand and placed it on the bedside table. He got up and walked to the window to open the muted curtains. The lazy sunshine immediately poured in and collided against him.
His eyes twinkled as he smiled, saying to the girl behind him, “Today is a fine day.”
The girl was dressed in short, white cotton padded clothes, black jeans and a tall ponytail.
She approached him, looked out of the window and agreed, “You are right, the snow outside is melting slowly.” As she turned to him. Her bright and beautiful eyes were stained with a hint of worry and relief. “Mr. Qin, you look much better than last time.”
Qin Cang lowered his gaze to cover the mood in them. Only the faint smile at the corner of his mouth was visible. “Yes, he took good care of me.”
The girl’s eyebrows were curved as she replied in a light voice, “I am so envious! I wish I had such a lover.”
He smiled and did not carry on the conversation. He sat lazily on the sofa chair by the window, and his handsome side face was glowing in the sunlight. With shallow eyebrows and pale lips, he was like a pure white butterfly wandering in the sun, disappearing as easily in the blink of an eye.
“Then Mr Qin, are you fine with me calling in the cameraman?”
He nodded, raised his hand and adjusted the knitted hat on his head. Yang Yiqian bought it for him. It was not his style but it was very warm.
The girl was called Wang Ran. She was a trainee editor who was a recent graduate that started working not too long ago. She was naive and simple. When her boss sent her here for an interview, she was in high spirits as she made all the preparation for the part. She moved the sofa chair forward and sat in front of Qin Cang.
He reminded her, “It is best for you to stay a little farther.”
She smiled and said, “No, it is fine, Mr. Qin. I specially did my research beforehand, plus I do not have any open wounds.”
Before the other man could speak, a tall man entered the room. He went around the cameraman and the editor, leaned over and carefully covered Qin Cang with a blanket.
“It is still cold. Don’t want you to catch a cold.”
Qin Cang looked up at the newcomer and raised his eyebrows. It was like a gentle spring water surged from his eyes, giving them a tender and clear appearance.
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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Wang Ran was stunned for two seconds. Although this was not her first time meeting Yang Yiqian, she still felt very flustered everytime his eyes were on her way.
The man in front of her was clearly in his thirties, but his superior appearance was so charming that he could easily be confused as a young man in his early twenties.
Wang Ran nodded earnestly. “No need to worry, Mr. Yang. I will supervise Mr. Qin!”
Qin Cang smiled and tugged on the corner of Yang Yiqian’s windbreaker jacket. Yang Yiqian squatted down, looked at him face to face, and caressed his thin face.
When they exchanged eyes, Yang Yiqian received the message just from the look.
He leaned over and covered Qin Cang tightly in his warm breath. Before their lips were touched fully, his tongue pushed into the other’s mouth and explored the inside like a nimble snake. A blush slowly appeared on Qin Cang’s pale face as his eyes were shrouded in fog.
In the end, Qin Cang used his hand to make the other stop. Yang Yiqian smiled and nibbled on the bottom lip, before letting go and asking, “Is this not what you wanted?”
There was happiness contained in Qin Cang’s eyes as he said, “Just a taste.”
Wang Ran lowered her head during this time and wanted to find a hole to bury herself in. However, her senior, the cameraman, was very insightful as he captured the scene of the two kissing because it was too beautiful not too. This was more natural, deep and loving than any staged romance in a TV series, where the kissing scenes were enhanced by several layers of filters.
Qin Cang said, “All right, out you go. Stop worrying, we are just going to chat.”
Yang Yiqian gazed deeply into Qin Cang’s eyes. The loss at the bottom of his eyes slowly emerged as he spoke with a mellow and low voice, “Okay, I’ll come at eleven. What would you like to eat today?”
“Hmm…” Qin Cang tilted his head and answered, “How about braised spare ribs.”
“Sure, I will make it for you.”
Yang Yiqian tucked the other’s blanket again, gave two more instructions before getting up to leave.
The light by the window was still too bright, as it somewhat blinded the recording video camera. Wang Ran pulled the curtain half way to cover the light, which landed perfectly on Qin Cang’s face, like being gently kissed on the cheek by a layer of white clouds.
She looked at him like this and suddenly felt that there was an indescribably sense of fragmentation for Mr. Qin. Clearing her throat and taking out the interview draft she had prepared a few days ago, she asked her first question in a sweet voice, “Mr. Qin, how did you and your lover meet each other?”
Qin Cang blinked softly and a faint smile appeared on his face. It was like he was submerged in this halo, as youthful memories gushed out gently from the gap of reality like a running stream.
“This is the twelfth year that I have known him. We were college classmates staying in the same dormitory.
“How should I put it? When I first met him, I almost got into a fight with him. He did not want to sleep in the upper bunk, but the lower bunk was always occupied. He lost his temper with me by the door and told me to get lost in the upper bunk, which I naturally refused. Being young means violent temper and when exchanging unkind words, it leads to physical contact.
“I gave him a punch, which he caught and launched his own towards my face. When his fist was inches from the tip of my nose, he suddenly stopped. He told me, ‘Fuck, you look so much like my mom. I am not interested in fighting.’ He was so angry that he threw his quilt onto my upper bunk.
“At that time, most of us did not really bear grudges. After about half an hour, he invited me to eat at the campus canteen. I followed him without hesitation. After eating, we strolled one round of the campus to aid digestion.
“Since classes just started, the campus was very lively. As a tall and handsome young man, he drew a lot of attention. Throughout our walk, there were always girls asking for his numbers.
“He refused nobody and showed off his glorious loving advances to me. I rolled my eyes at him and suspected he was deliberately courting anything that moves like a peacock spreading his train.
“He asked me, ‘What do you think? Could you feel my awesome charm? Let me tell you, if you follow me, I will let you admire this university’s most beautiful lady.’
“I scoffed and rebuked him, ‘Sorry, I already have a girlfriend.’ When I glanced at him, I saw shock in his eyes and could not resist adding, ‘She is the most gorgeous girl in my high school.’
“He was completely petrified. At first I thought I hurt his pride, but he removed the arm he had over my shoulder awkwardly and joked, ‘Ho! Why did you not say sooner!’
“The beginning of our story was neither tender nor beautiful, but I always treasure this scene. To see his triumphant expression shifted to defeat in an instant.
“During that moment, my eyes would always return to his eyes. They were not big, but extremely beautiful. The tail of his eyes was slightly upward, and his black pupils were always flickering with the light particles.
“In September, when the sun was cooking the earth, there was this rubber smell emitting from the drill ground. We had our university military training together, and just by standing still, it was like the floor under us was lava, burning the soles of our feet.
“After the day’s training, we hurried back to the dormitory to take a shower. There were eight people lining up for a single bathroom.
“He grabbed a pair of underpants and rushed to the bathroom. Before he closed the door, he pulled me in and suggested, ‘Let’s wash together and eat afterward!’
“I looked at him like he was a psycho before struggling to run out. He took the shower head and turned the water on me, splashing cold water all over me. I threw a punch at him, but he paid no mind to that. He said with a smile, ‘What are you afraid of? Too small to show?’
“I glared angrily at him, immediately took off my sweaty training uniform and faced him naked.
“He glanced down.
“And said, ‘Oh, not bad. You and your girlfriend…’ But I kicked him before he could finish. ‘You think that I am like you? Acting like a peacock in mating season all day long?’
“I snitched the shower head in his hand and took a shower, minding my own business. When I was done washing, it dawned on me that I did not bring my clothes in.
“Yang Yiqian blinked innocently at me so I openly and easily grabbed his underpants.”
When he reached here, Qin Cang covered his mouth and coughed softly twice. Wang Ran quickly handed him a tissue which was rejected by Qin Cang’s shaking head. He turned around and took two tissues from his bedside table.
Wang Ran said eagerly, “Mr. Qin, please drink some water.”
Qin Cang raised an eyebrow and teased, “You really listen to him.”
“No, that is not it, I…Mr. Qin…” She sighed and was somewhat incoherent, even a slight blush appeared on her cheek. Qin Cang stopped his teasing and picked up the cup.
It was an insulated cup, so the water was still too hot for his liking. He blew it gently and the steam dissipated in front of his eyes, creating ripples in the gentle spring water.
The author has something to say:
This is the first story that I posted here. I hope there will be someone who likes this story that belongs to Qin Cang and Yang Yiqian.
The translator has something to add:
Teo: This project was started months ago, but moving it to CG. It was picked up on a whim and it is a solo project. Please let me know if you spot any mistakes.
Please pay attention to the bold red warning at the beginning and happy reading.
I know it’s going to be sad and I know I’m going to cry…
Jumping on this pit although i can feel this is going to make me cry. Thank you for translating this.
I have no idea what’s going on. Interesting
Sickly mc~~ OwO
First chapter that lets us just see a glimpse makes the next chapter button all the more hopeful/tempting (to read on) (੭ु ›ω‹ )੭ु
Hopefully we’re not ending in a tragedy tragedy qwq