“Hey? Yan Xun, is there anyone next to you?”
This time, Zhou Ze heard Chu Tingyun’s laughter, and he was a bit surprised.
“Who is it, laughing so smugly and wildly?”
Yan Xun: “……”
He realized that Zhou Ze sometimes used words in a way that felt… well, how should he put it… particularly strange yet somehow precise.
Chu Tingyun originally disliked Zhou Ze, not for any specific reason, just pure jealousy.
But after hearing Zhou Ze’s comment about “fishing you back and forth without losing the hook,” President Chu suddenly thought that this guy might not be as bright, but his taste was quite good.
Unconsciously, his mood brightened, and his previously negative impression of Zhou Ze suddenly turned positive.
At that moment, before Yan Xun could respond, he leaned toward his little husband and said into the phone:
“It’s me~”
Zhou Ze: “……?”
Who is this? How can I possibly recognize just two words… Wait a minute!
This voice sounds so familiar!
Zhou Ze paused for a few seconds, then suddenly reacted.
“You! You are……”
“Hmm, a vixen.”
Chu Tingyun leaned against his little husband, his tone lazy, exuding a bit of vixen charm.
Yan Xun had to explain to his friend:
“I just put it on speaker, um, he’s right here with me.”
Chu Tingyun kindly corrected him: “It’s actually on me.”
Zhou Ze: “…….”
Damn!
So everything I just said was heard by Chu Tingyun??!
It felt like two girls were secretly gossiping, one cursing the other’s love-struck brain and scumbag boyfriend, while the best friend just casually turned on speaker and brought her boyfriend along to listen.
Explosive!!!
Zhou Ze felt a lump in his throat, suddenly feeling deeply backstabbed by his good friend.
“Yan Xun, you… you have truly let me down!”
He took a deep breath, heartbroken, and couldn’t help but sigh:
“Rain is about to fall, and a father is about to marry off his son; so be it. Yan Xun, listen up, our father-son relationship that has lasted for years is hereby reversed; from now on, you’re my son.”
“Alas! The son that has been married off is like spilled water…”
Yan Xun: “……”
What nonsense?!
How is Zhou Ze still talking like a child at his age???
Yan Xun was speechless and didn’t want to continue this conversation with Zhou Ze:
“I’ve got some matters to deal with, I’m quite busy. Let’s meet and talk when I have free time in a few days.”
After being isolated from the world while filming for months, Yan Xun’s life had changed drastically, and it couldn’t possibly be explained in just one phone call.
“Ha—!”
Zhou Ze scoffed,
“Seeing color and forgetting friends, huh? Yan Xun, I’ve seen through your true nature. Fine, fine, I’ll just wait for the day you get drained by the vixen!”
“Next time, you go to the andrology clinic yourself! If I help you again, I’m a dog!”
After saying that, he hung up in anger.
Beep—
Yan Xun: “…….”
So he’s angry?
Clearly, he only said a few normal things just now.
Yan Xun thought for a moment and concluded that the three of them might just have incompatible magnetic fields, because every time these two met, the one stuck in the middle who suffered was always him.
With that thought, Yan Xun let out a silent sigh and patted Chu Tingyun’s shaking shoulders, saying:
“It’s hung up now, you can laugh freely.”
“Hahahahaha—”
Chu Tingyun was laughing so hard against his little husband that he might just die from it.
It was the first time he realized that the interaction between Yan Xun and Zhou Ze was so amusing. They were like a pair of clueless kids!
“It’s okay, Xun Xun.”
Chu Tingyun patted his chest, unable to hide his laughter,
“If you really get drained, don’t worry about Zhou Ze, I’ll get you the best specialist in andrology! I’ll book you a hundred appointments!”
Our President Chu isn’t short on money!
Yan Xun: “……”
Book a hundred appointments?
And then lose face a hundred times?
After losing his memory, he got tricked by Chu Tingyun into going to the andrology clinic just because of a random lie, even going through a whole series of tests, and the report on sperm testing almost got framed and hung on the wall for others to see…
Thinking about it now, Yan Xun didn’t dare to delve into the details.
So embarrassing! So shameful!!
But the current Yan Xun was no longer that innocent boy from high school, so after hearing this, he slowly moved his hand from Chu Tingyun’s shoulder down to pinch the man’s backside.
“Alright, you can give it a try.”
Try to drain him first, then go to the andrology clinic.
Chu Tingyun immediately understood the hidden meaning behind this, and even his glutes instinctively tightened.
“Ha, haha… ha.”
His laughter gradually faded.
After getting overly smug, Chu Tingyun remembered their current state; after all, it was not Yan Xun who drank wolfberry tea every day, but him.
Perhaps a few years later, Yan Xun would really have to go to the hospital for andrology, and the name on the appointment slips would have to be “Chu Tingyun” written on a hundred of them.
“…….”
—That picture is just too terrifying.
President Chu immediately shut his mouth.
He paused for a few seconds and started to change the subject.
“Hmm, so, why does Zhou Ze always call you dad?”
“Because he hasn’t gotten over his adolescence and second adolescence.”
Yan Xun felt exhausted.
Another characteristic of a carefree person is immaturity, and Zhou Ze was extremely immature.
“His so-called father-son relationship is just a joke from our school days. Many boys inexplicably want to call someone else ‘dad,’ perhaps to establish a higher status.”
Yan Xun found it absurd back then, but his foolish friend thought it was amusing.
“So every time Zhou Ze needed my help, he would call me dad.”
Including but not limited to—borrowing homework, borrowing notes. If he forgot his textbook, he’d borrow it to look at together. If his parents fought, he’d come over to Yan Xun’s house and sleep on the floor. If he was scared by some delinquents from another school, he’d borrow Yan Xun’s fists.
And so on.
Over time, their “father-son relationship” became more solid.
“Speaking of which, Zhou Ze is one year behind me in school and is older than me by a year. But he’s twenty-six this year; besides being a bit skinny, he doesn’t seem to have changed much since high school. He’s still obsessed with Naruto, One Piece, and Jin Yong’s martial arts films, and Ultraman is still the light of his life and his lifelong faith…”
This guy sometimes walks halfway and will even do a layup or jump to pick a leaf from a tree and feel amazing about himself.
Sometimes Yan Xun genuinely feels like he’s raising a half-grown son.
So, since Chu Tingyun used to suspect something was between him and Zhou Ze, Yan Xun found it ridiculous.
“Chu Tingyun, if you ever saw someone with snot bubbles crying and laughing, butt up lying on the ground playing marbles and accidentally swallowing one, wrapping themselves in a sheet pretending to be Qin Shi Huang, crawling across the finish line of an 800-meter race, and sneaking beers only to get drunk and wet the bed at midnight…”
He held back mentioning the bedwetting incident, leaving his foolish friend with a shred of dignity.
“You would definitely never develop any romantic feelings for that person.”
Since the conversation had reached this point, he might as well completely dispel Chu Tingyun’s doubts.
“In short, Zhou Ze will always be just a friend in my eyes and heart, or even a son; we can never have anything beyond friendship and father-son affection.”
“Moreover, we’ve known each other since first grade, and we’ve been in the same class throughout primary, middle, and high school. It’s much longer than you and Gu Shanquan have known each other. If there was something, it would have happened long ago.”
“……”
Chu Tingyun didn’t speak for a long time, then suddenly hummed softly.
“If you had said this earlier, it would have been fine.”
“……. Didn’t I already say that Zhou Ze and I are just friends, that it’s impossible for anything else to happen?”
Yan Xun had said this many times, just not as thoroughly and seriously as today. Because every time they mentioned Zhou Ze, Chu Tingyun would blow up.
Yan Xun was also quite annoyed, so the two of them would start arguing, and when they couldn’t win the argument, Yan Xun would coldly go silent, and Chu Tingyun would get mad.
Finally, Chu Tingyun would inexplicably push Yan Xun onto the bed to calm things down, and so it went in cycles.
Now that they finally clarified the issue regarding friends, both Yan Xun and Chu Tingyun deeply felt the importance of open communication.
—If I had said this earlier, it would have been fine!
So after returning home, they both unconsciously prepared to start revisiting past grievances.
Originally, Chu Tingyun thought about stripping his little husband down for a thorough interrogation as soon as they got home, but then he realized it was unrealistic.
Because after stripping down, how could President Chu still have the energy to revisit old grievances? First, he would have to satisfy himself, then talk later.
However, that clearly wouldn’t work, and he could only reluctantly give up.
Yan Xun was completely unaware of the random thoughts swirling in Chu Tingyun’s head. He went straight for a notebook and pen.
The two of them sat on the living room carpet, facing each other with serious expressions.
“1. We must reason things out, speak honestly, and not hide for the sake of face; the one in the wrong must apologize.”
“2. You can be angry, but you can’t be hurtful with words, threaten, or go silent without a word.”
—This rule applies to both sides.
“3. When the matter isn’t finished yet, we must never skip ahead to the bed.”
—This rule is specifically for someone.
Chu Tingyun: “……”
Fine.
Alright, the first issue to discuss is the hotel kiss from back then.
Chu Tingyun: “…… Didn’t I say that was love at first sight?”
Yan Xun scoffed coldly.
So President Chu changed his words: “Alright, it was lust at first sight, but didn’t you end up hitting me afterwards? Let’s call it even?”
Even.
Actually, there wasn’t much major conflict in the beginning; it was mainly that Chu Tingyun had impure thoughts and crazily flirted without success, while Yan Xun was restrained, polite, and indifferent.
Until at the hot spring resort when Chu Tingyun half-persuaded, half-tricked Yan Xun into bed.
“Why did you sleep with me when you didn’t like me at the time?”
Yan Xun was confused: “Right, why did I sleep with you if I didn’t like you?”
Chu Tingyun was a little angry: “—I’m asking you.”
Yan Xun: “I’m answering you. How could I sleep with someone I don’t like? I had a drink, but even when I’m drunk, my mind is still clear. A man who’s really drunk wouldn’t be able to get it up, you know?”
“And besides, I asked you if you liked me. You said you liked me to death. I only continued after confirming that we both liked each other and establishing our relationship.”
Chu Tingyun: “……”
He had always thought it was his skill that seduced Yan Xun to the point of being unable to control his physical urges. But to think that the other person already liked him back then???
The sudden joy struck him like lightning, leaving Chu Tingyun dizzy for a long while before he regained his voice.
Overcome with excitement, he pounced on his little husband and kissed him on the lips.
After a moment of kissing, Yan Xun reluctantly pulled him away.
“Stop! We haven’t finished talking. Don’t you dare try to pull the same tricks again.”
Chu Tingyun: “……Fine.”
And so they resumed their discussion—
Chu Tingyun asked: “Then… then why didn’t you tell me about Jiang Jingshu earlier?”
Yan Xun: “Because you grabbed my butt, and I forgot.”
Chu Tingyun: “……Alright then. But after spending the whole night with me, why did you act like nothing happened the next day?”
Yan Xun, irritated: “Wasn’t it you who slept with me, left money, and then walked off like nothing happened?”
Chu Tingyun, shocked: “That was your allowance and living expenses! The car and flowers were gifts! Isn’t it normal to give gifts when dating?”
Yan Xun, enraged: “Chu Tingyun, do you have any common sense? Isn’t that basically… keeping me?”
Chu Tingyun, more enraged: “Damn it! When did I ever say I was keeping you?! If I was paying to keep you, would I let you wear me out so badly that I had to lie on my stomach to go to work the next day? Am I insane??? If I really wanted to keep you, wouldn’t I have thrown my card at you that same night and had you bend over for me?”
“And besides, that’s exactly how Jiang Shenghai pursued my mom! All my friends who date are super generous. They give money every month, and when they’re head over heels, they give luxury cars, watches, mansions—some even gift small companies!”
Yan Xun: “…….” Sorry, I don’t understand the world of the rich.
Chu Tingyun, utterly confused: “Yan Xun, do you even think? I was supposed to be the top! I became the bottom for you, for love! And your performance was so bad at first. You’re aware of that, right?”
“Even then, I endured the pain and let you be on top. I made such a huge sacrifice, and you still think it’s keeping you???”
Yan Xun turned his head away: “…I’ve never done it with anyone else, never even watched gay movies, and I was just a little inexperienced at the start. But didn’t you enjoy it later on? You were pretty loud.”
Chu Tingyun: “….So that’s why you stuffed a tie in my mouth and nearly choked me to death?”
Yan Xun: “….”
Digging up old grievances was full of surprises. Every sentence left them shocked by the other’s thought process.
It seemed neither of them could simply admit fault and say sorry.
So Yan Xun took a deep breath and asked: “Then why didn’t you explain yourself at the company later? Why did you threaten me with my file? Do you know how important a student’s file is?”
Chu Tingyun: “If it wasn’t important, would it have been able to threaten you? Besides, you were about to hit me!”
“Yan Xun, you’re really terrible. You made me so sore I could hardly walk one night, then the next day, you threw my card in my face and acted like nothing happened. You even looked like you were about to punch me! And I can’t give you a verbal threat???”
Yan Xun: “….How was I supposed to know it was just a verbal threat? Chu Tingyun, your mouth really should be donated. And don’t you have any sense of the law? We broke up, yet you locked me up! Even if we hadn’t broken up, you still couldn’t lock me up!”
Chu Tingyun: “When did we break up? We were just fighting, taking a break! I was waiting for you to come back and apologize, but then I heard you ran off with Jiang Jingshu and cheated on me. How was I supposed to tolerate that???”
Yan Xun: “….”
He had a headache.
“Even if you couldn’t stand it, you still couldn’t lock me up!”
Chu Tingyun began to feel guilty:
“But when I locked you up, I didn’t abuse you. I gave you good—”
He wanted to say “good food and drink,” but realized he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
“I didn’t lock you up for more than a few days. And you tricked me! You tried to run!”
“Anyone would try to run! You were restricting my freedom!”
“….”
Chu Tingyun had to admit he was wrong on that point. He struggled for a long time and, seeing Yan Xun pointing to the agreement they had, finally lowered his head and apologized:
“Alright, I’m sorry.”
After a pause, Chu Tingyun added in a soft voice:
“Didn’t you get your revenge afterward? You had me in the bathroom and did… that.”
Losing control—that was one of the rare, humiliating memories Chu Tingyun had trouble speaking of or even recalling.
“…”
Yan Xun clearly remembered too. His face flushed, and he turned his head to avoid Chu Tingyun’s gaze.
“I thought you locked me up just because of that thing in bed. I figured if I let you have your way until I was injured, maybe you’d let me go.”
Yan Xun had felt awful back then. He didn’t find any joy in the revenge, only pain from going against his principles and boundaries, and guilt for hurting Chu Tingyun.
But now, looking back, all that remained was shame.
Chu Tingyun, shocked: “Why would I lock you up just for sex? I could’ve just bought a massager! A custom one, electric, with heat and adjustable speeds.”
Yan Xun: “???”
“What? Are you saying I’m worse than a massager?!”
Chu Tingyun “….”
Wait, is that really the point?
Seeing another argument brewing, Chu Tingyun quickly tried to explain:
“Of course, that’s not what I meant.”
“Then what did you mean?”
Chu Tingyun stayed silent for a long time before finally whispering:
“I just wanted to keep you… keep you by my side. I didn’t know what else to do but lock you up.”
“….”
Hearing this, Yan Xun felt suddenly conflicted.
So they continued to go over everything, reviewing and analyzing their thoughts at the time until they finally understood each other.
It turned out the litchi candy wasn’t some magic cure. Yan Xun had realized in that moment that he couldn’t use his life to make Chu Tingyun feel guilty and miserable forever.
He almost killed the thug that day because the man had kicked Chu Tingyun so hard he vomited blood.
And it turned out Chu Tingyun hated pears so much because when Yan Xun had coldly told him they’d never see each other again, the fruit Yan Xun had been peeling was a pear.
Every time he saw a pear, he was reminded of those words and Yan Xun’s resolute back as he left.
And Chu Tingyun didn’t actually hate cats—it was just that Yan Xun almost got hit by a car while saving one, and Chu Tingyun was jealous that Yan Xun was nicer to the cat than to him.
In fact, all their fights over the past three years boiled down to one thing: each thought the other didn’t truly love them. One felt that they were only wanted for sex and constantly pressured by money and power. The other felt insecure, thinking they weren’t truly loved.
…
But now that it was all out in the open, Yan Xun thought Chu Tingyun still needed to work on his attitude. After some thought, he got an idea from Lin Ran:
“So, Chu Tingyun, think about it like this. Jiang Shenghai has been taking care of you for years, giving you money, arranging everything, making you the company president. So he thinks you should follow his orders, do things his way, without asking you first. How would you feel about that?”
“!!!”
Chu Tingyun’s temper flared up in an instant—he’d rather quit being president! But before he could say anything, Yan Xun held up a hand:
“You said before that you gave me money, that I eat your food, drink your drinks, and even live in the house you bought, so I should listen to your arrangements in everything. I feel the same way.”
“……”
Chu Tingyun widened his eyes in shock, and for a brief moment, he thought—
Damn! I really am a jerk.
Just like today when Yan Xun was facing the silent Lin Ran, Chu Tingyun put himself in Jiang Shenghai’s shoes and suddenly felt awful.
Was he really that terrible?
Chu Tingyun fell into deep thought and realized that Yan Xun being furious made sense. And Yan Xun really had a pretty good temper, considering.
“Xun Xun…”
Chu Tingyun leaned closer, directly clinging to his husband and giving him a kiss.
“It’s all because of the old man’s bad genes; he’s affected me. I’ll change from now on, I’ll change everything, okay?”
“……”
Yan Xun turned his head to avoid Chu Tingyun’s kiss a few times, but couldn’t dodge it, so he just let him kiss.
“Weren’t we supposed to agree no getting intimate halfway?”
“Didn’t we settle all the accounts already? Besides, this is the sofa, not the bed, right?”
For the past half month, Chu Tingyun had been too busy, often working overtime until midnight, so the two of them had only been cuddling and sleeping peacefully.
They were practically drooling for each other by now.
While talking, Chu Tingyun’s hand had already lifted Yan Xun’s shirt, his soft fingertips stroking the smooth, thin skin of Yan Xun’s abdomen.
Yan Xun had always maintained a habit of exercising, and with Chu Tingyun being constantly busy without any time to work out, all the home gym equipment had been used by Yan Xun.
So while Chu Tingyun had gained four kilograms, his husband’s figure still looked absolutely stunning, and the feel of his skin was perfect.
He had long wanted to strip Yan Xun down, and now, he finally had the chance. The sweet, sticky sound of kissing and the friction of clothes being tugged filled the large, warm living room, creating an especially intimate atmosphere. Although they were the only two people in the house and had never had guests or visitors, the living room was still a semi-public space.
This sense of space seemed to carry a secretive thrill, making Yan Xun’s sensitive nerves tremble slightly.
He took off his shirt, and the moment his solid, beautiful upper body was exposed to the air, Chu Tingyun felt as if an invisible, seductive pheromone was spreading through the space.
“Husband, you clearly want this.”
He lightly bit Yan Xun’s earlobe, his deep, pleasant voice laced with numerous tiny hooks.
“You can’t hold back anymore, can you?”
As Chu Tingyun spoke, he was about to move his hand toward Yan Xun’s waist, but Yan Xun suddenly pushed him down onto the sofa.
Both of them had originally been sitting on the carpet, so now Chu Tingyun’s back was leaning against the sofa, bending into a particularly beautiful arc as Yan Xun pressed down on him, like a magnificent longbow.
His neatly pressed shirt was pushed up to his collarbone, and under the bright living room lights, his pale skin revealed two slightly raised points, flushed a shade of pink so vivid it was dazzling. But they quickly disappeared from view as scorching kisses and tender, sensual touches fell upon them. Chu Tingyun let out a soft moan, his head tilting back, exposing his most vulnerable throat. Instinctively, he grabbed onto Yan Xun’s hair, fingers deeply entangled, gripping tightly, and pulling him closer.
“Ahh… Yan Xun, were you deprived when you were young… n…”
The last word was swallowed by the sudden kiss Yan Xun pressed onto him.
Click.
Chu Tingyun’s belt buckle made a faint sound.
“Hmm…”
He let out a muffled groan, and the next second, a wave of pleasure like a snake slithered through his entire body. Chu Tingyun’s breath caught for two seconds, his voice low and panting as he chuckled softly:
“Earlier, you said liking a cat’s bell was just a disguise, didn’t you? You really like it… “
Chu Tingyun leaned on the sofa, lowering his slightly moist eyes, looking at him with this subtle condescending and slightly teasing attitude.
“Ye Chengyi, you are so perverted.”
“—Don’t call me by that name.”
It wasn’t that Yan Xun disliked the name “Ye Chengyi”; he just wasn’t used to it anymore, having grown accustomed to being called Yan Xun. His birth name felt distant to him.
His parents occasionally called him “Chengyi,” and that was fine. But when Chu Tingyun called him “Ye Chengyi,” especially during times like this, Yan Xun felt as though Chu Tingyun was calling someone else.
The simple three characters from Chu Tingyun’s mouth felt like a tiny whip, striking at Yan Xun’s most sensitive nerve.
He kissed the wicked man deeply and bit down on his tongue as a form of punishment. Chu Tingyun couldn’t speak anymore, and the muscles on the inside of his thighs began trembling. Instinctively, he wanted to close his legs, but Yan Xun’s body was positioned perfectly in the way, making it impossible.
The blue eyes of that man quickly became moist, his lips parting slightly, but he still insisted on calling out—
“Mmm, Ye Chengyi…”
Yan Xun paused for a moment, then used the slight callus on his fingertips to rub back and forth. That one touch nearly made Chu Tingyun jump off the sofa, but he was firmly held down by Yan Xun, his upper body unable to move.
“Xunxun… Xunxun…”
Chu Tingyun surrendered.
But even now, he could only maintain the position of lying spread-legged on the sofa, toes curling tightly, rubbing back and forth on the carpet in frustration. The way his body arched during his struggle only made it seem like he was cooperating even more.
After a while, Chu Tingyun’s body tensed sharply, and a few seconds later, he collapsed like water.
But that was just the beginning. He was soon flipped over onto his stomach on the sofa. What had just left his body was immediately pushed back in by Yan Xun. His husband’s fingers were indeed remarkable—not in an aesthetic sense, but because the long bones and slightly rough pads provided a particularly unique sensation. Yan Xun pressed down on Chu Tingyun’s waist with one hand, leaving him utterly soft and helpless.
“Didn’t you say you were like a fox spirit back in the car?”
Yan Xun wiped his damp fingers on Chu Tingyun’s thigh, then unfastened the buckle at his own waist.
“Let’s see which of us will need to visit the men’s clinic tomorrow.”
Chu Tingyun: “…….”
Was he really going to go that far?!hai my ‘dad’? Isn’t he also yours?”
