They made their way to his parents and Ren Yi. As they grew closer, the conversation between Song Mu’s parents and Ren Yi became apparent to them.
“Oh, he was so adorable.” Ren Yi exclaimed, peering at the picture on Mrs. Song’s phone. The photo contained a four-year-old Song Mu with two missing teeth while wearing oversized overalls; he had a cute broad smile on his face while gazing at the camera.
“I know,” Mrs. Song smiled, “you know, he used to love having his father pick him up all the time.”
Mr. Song leaned over, eating a plate of food as he looked at the photo and nodded his head. “He loved putting his face in my chest and falling asleep there. Or when he grew nervous around others, he would run to me, telling me to pick him up, then he would hide his head in my chest.”
Mrs. Song sighed, “If I had a bigger chest, he would have done the same with me.”
Ren Yi chuckled, “I am sure you had your share of skin contact with him.”
“Well, during his breastfeeding stage, he would try to get milk from his—” before Mrs. Song could finish her sentence, Song Mu jumped in with a red, embarrassed face.
“Mom, please, for the love of me, stop.” He wanted to cry. He could not believe his mother had decided to throw out the embarrassing stories already. What else did she say while he was gone!
“Ah, sweetie, calm down; we are only talking.” His mother waved off his concerns.
No, mom, you are not talking but telling embarrassing stories about me.
“I want to hear more.” Ren Yi and, funny enough, Liang Hai simultaneously responded. Song Mu could only kick Liang Hai since it is easier to abuse him. Liang Hai already heard every story about him and vice versa; that is what happens when your best friend’s parents grow close with your parents.
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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“That’s good. I want to travel, but I fear my husband would cause trouble by climbing everything.”
“Hey, I have self-control.” Mr. Song defended.
“No, you don’t.” Song Mu, his mother, and secretly Liang Hai simultaneously responded.
Then, Mrs. Song moved over to hug Mr. and Mrs. Zhang, “How are you too?”
“Well, “Mr. Zhang responded, while Mrs. Zhang said, “Good, especially when I will have another child getting married.”
Mrs. Song turned over to Liang Hai in surprise, “You are getting married? Is it to Zeng Yujin? Well, it has to be him. Congrats.”
Liang Hai blushed, turning shy, “Thank you. I haven’t proposed yet.” Then, he cleared his throat, wanting the attention off of him, “Aren’t we here to meet Song Mu’s boyfriend.
Remembering why they came here, Song Mu cleared his throat while walking towards Ren Yi. Ren Yi stood up as Song Mu grabbed his hand, bringing him closer to the group, “This is my boyfriend, Ren Yi.”
“Ah, the famous designer,” Mrs. Zhang exclaimed, “I love your work; your outfits are always breathtaking.” She complimented.
“Thank you, ma’am.” Ren Yi slightly bowed in thanks.
Ms. Liang looked him up and down while rubbing her chin, “Very respectful; even though I love your work too, if you hurt Song Mu, we will have some problems.”
“I promise not to hurt him intentionally. I like Song Mu, and I am hoping we will last.” Ren Yi assured, causing Song Mu to blush at his words. Song Mu squeezed his hand in response.
“That’s good to hear,” Mr. Zhang finally spoke, “we should sit down and get to know each other more.”
Everyone sat down at the table, but before they could hold a conversation, it was time for the husband and wife to cut the cake.
They were supposed to start earlier, but a problem with transport happened, causing the wedding cake to be delayed.
Their focus turned towards the couple as Song Mu leaned over, whispering in Ren Yi’s ear, “I really like you.”
Ren Yi smiled, picking up their intertwined hands, turning them over to kiss Song Mu’s hand, “Me too.”
The next day, Song Mu woke up in Ren Yi’s bed. Last night, he went home with Ren Yi, sneaking into his house so that Ren Yu wouldn’t notice them. They spent the whole night moving from the bathroom to the bed wrapped in each other’s arms.
Ren Yi kept his promise of licking every tattoo Song Mu had, including the one on his behind that he forgot was there for a second.
When he felt a hand running along his arm, Song Mu looked down at Ren Yi in his arms. Fuck, it still felt surreal to have the man he crushed on for so long in his arms, touching him softly.
“What’s on your mind?” Song Mu asked, trying to distract himself from his thoughts.
“I am thinking about what design I want your skin to have. But, it is hard to focus when all I can think about is you having my mark on you.” Then, Ren Yi kissed the bare area of his arm before scraping his teeth against the skin, turning on Song Mu.
“Ren Yi,” he breathed out, “you are a seductive little minx.”
Ren Yi looked up at him, desire apparent in his eyes as he smirked. His other hand touched Song Mu’s chest before he softly moved it against his nipple. “I cannot help myself around you. I only want more.”
Song Mu flipped them over, grabbing Ren Yi’s hands as he slammed them above his head. Ren Yi bit his lip, holding back a moan. Bending his head down, Song Mu lightly touched Ren Yi’s lips, “I guess I still have to teach you patience again, kitten.”
Ren Yi stopped his head from nodding; he did not want to show his eagerness. But, Song Mu already caught it on his face as he smiled before kissing down Ren Yi’s body in a torturous manner.
Song Mu could never get enough of the shivering body under him.
The families are so accepting and protective 👌
It’s nice huh ☺️