[Ding~]
[Congratulations, host. The protagonist shou, Feng Yuan’s, affection has increased by 10. Current affection: 50.]
An affection level of 50 had reached the level of ‘fairly good friend.’ If Gong Ze and Feng Yuan argued now, Feng Yuan would reflect on himself. Unlike before, when he had looked down on Gong Ze as just a plaything, he had now learned to respect Gong Ze’s opinions.
Added to Gong Ze’s affection level of 50 with Gu Xiangyu, these past few days had been very fruitful for Gong Ze.
[Especially the apartment!] The system hurriedly added. [The rental apartment we’ve been staying in for the past few days had bugs in it. It scared the hell out of me.]
Gong Ze was packing up his things, planning to return the temporary two-bedroom apartment he had found and move into the one-apartment-per-floor commercial penthouse. Upon hearing this, he said, amused, “You’re not even human. What’s there to be afraid of from bugs?”
The system fluttered its little wings, its tone filled with lingering fear. [Human, you don’t understand. Bugs are scary! Scariness is a feeling!]
It described it with great emotion and fear.
[Although I am a data stream and it’s a tiny life form, when it flew right at me, getting closer and closer in my HD vision, so close that I could see its squirming mouthparts and its many little legs waving… Ahhh! I felt like my nonexistent goosebumps jumped up and started dancing!]
The little golden ball flew up and down, its gold color fading to white from fear.
Gong Ze let out a low chuckle, grabbed it, and stuffed it into his collar.
The system immediately hunkered down, curling up like a little dog, and watched Gong Ze pack.
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It was kind of cute.
Gong Ze lazily slung his backpack strap over his shoulder and slowly walked downstairs.
Outside, in a Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon painted in a highly distinctive color, Feng Yuan was waiting for Gong Ze to come down. He sat in the driver’s seat with his sunglasses on, his expression sour.
But this time, it wasn’t Feng Yuan’s fault.
The young master had been in high spirits, having just picked up a new car. He wanted to surprise Gong Ze and pick up his little lover to take him to the apartment he was giving him — hiding a beauty in a golden house.
It would be convenient for them to have their shameless fun every day.
But what he hadn’t expected was that the rundown neighborhood Gong Ze had found to save money had potholed, bumpy roads. The security guard, an old man doing his laundry, had even dumped a bucket of dirty, soapy water.
The moment Feng Yuan drove in, his beautiful new car was ‘defiled.’
That wasn’t a big deal. He could just wash it off. At least it wasn’t scratched.
But when he got to his lover’s building, he saw that less than three meters from the entrance, there was a row of trash cans right at the parking spot.
The piles of takeout boxes and garbage were overflowing the bins. They couldn’t fit it all, so it was spilled all over the ground, with flies and mosquitoes buzzing everywhere.
Underneath the mountain of trash, a stream of yellow liquid, like a small river, ran along the cracks in the pavement all the way under Feng Yuan’s car.
And the smell…
It was sour and rotten.
One whiff was enough to make a person gag repeatedly. Even after three years, you’d still come back to find acid rising in your stomach.
The moment Feng Yuan rolled down his window, he slammed it back up even faster. His handsome, defiant face turned green, and his stomach churned.
He felt like his feet had grown into the wheels. He wished he could stand the car on its wheels and park it on the wall.
When he saw Gong Ze come out, Feng Yuan mouthed ‘Hurry up and get in’ through the window, a hint of fear on his face. Gong Ze understood. Glancing at the trash cans buzzing with flies, he suppressed a smile and quickly got into the car.
The moment his butt hit the seat, Feng Yuan, his face green and holding back nausea, shouted, “Close the door! Hurry, hurry, hurry!”
Gong Ze slammed the door shut with a bang.
Then, without another word, Feng Yuan kept his mouth tightly shut. His hands moved on the steering wheel with the intensity of a race car driver. Turning, reversing, accelerating — he was out of there in less than thirty seconds.
When they were far away from the trash cans, Feng Yuan quickly rolled down the window and let out a “Hoo!” gasping deeply for fresh air.
“Holy shit, what kind of crappy neighborhood is that? Putting trash cans right by the building entrance?! Damn it! No, there’s still dirty air in the car.”
Feng Yuan, disgusted, slapped the steering wheel. He was as uncomfortable as a little girl whose chest had been touched, looking like he wanted to chop off his own chest in righteous indignation.
He said, “I just picked up this car and wanted to give it to you, but on its first day on the road, it’s already covered in crap! I don’t want it! So annoying! I’m going to buy a new one.”
Exactly the same. Same paint job too. He had to get it today!
Seeing Feng Yuan like this, Gong Ze understood that the young master was feeling wronged. His stubborn, crazy side had taken over.
He had carefully prepared the car as a surprise gift, but it wasn’t perfect anymore. It made Feng Yuan’s brows furrow into a tight knot.
Gong Ze looked at Feng Yuan, his face twisted, his forehead practically writing ‘I’m going to smash this car and get an identical one. And I’m going to go crazy. I’m going to destroy the world.’
Gong Ze smiled inwardly. He’s actually kind of cute.
“The car is innocent. Why are you taking it out on it? The dirty ground isn’t its fault.”
The dull Alpha voiced his opinion weakly, his peripheral vision constantly checking Feng Yuan’s expression.
Hearing Feng Yuan say he was going to throw away such a nice car, Gong Ze’s eyes showed shock and distress.
He pushed Feng Yuan’s arm and said softly, “Don’t throw it away… It’s still usable. The cars you buy are all good…”
“It’s usable my—” Feng Yuan, accustomed to being aggressive, instinctively frowned and was about to shout back when he heard the objection. But when he turned and saw Gong Ze’s furrowed brow and fearful expression, Feng Yuan unconsciously lowered his voice, swallowing the curse.
He paused, then said stiffly to Gong Ze, “You just haven’t seen many nice things. It’s just a car. And it’s not perfect anymore…”
Except for antiques, unique items, and famous paintings.
Rich people hated imperfect things.
Besides, for Feng Yuan, changing a car was like wearing a new pair of socks, stepping in something dirty, and just throwing the whole pair away. There was nothing to feel bad about, just the annoyance of needing to put on a new pair.
But an ordinary person like Gong Ze would feel pain at wasting money.
You couldn’t just throw money away like that, even if you were rich…
And such a nice car — wouldn’t it be a shame to throw it away?
The honest Alpha glanced at him cautiously. To prevent waste, the Alpha, who didn’t even have a driver’s license and knew nothing about cars, hesitated and said what he liked about the car.
“Look at this, this interior. It’s nice.”
“And this screen, these seats, this design…”
He dryly praised the car, then looked at Feng Yuan and said softly, “Don’t replace it. I really like it. This is the first car you’ve ever given me. If you replace it, it won’t be the first anymore.”
Feng Yuan clicked his tongue.
He saw right through what this cowardly man was thinking. He muttered, exasperated, “Saving money for me again. I really don’t know what goes on in your stupid little head every day…”
He had set his sights on a stunningly handsome little lover.
But after he got him, it turned out he was still a thrifty, home-loving little husband.
This feeling of secretly being thrilled, yet daily worrying about his little husband-lover… it was hard to explain to outsiders.
Feng Yuan, appearing calm but actually quite pleased, curved his lips. His gloomy mood instantly cleared.
They were almost at their new home. Yes, their new home.
Feng Yuan chewed on that phrase repeatedly in his mouth, the corners of his lips lifting. His usually cold pupils shimmered with vibrant colors.
A sudden wave of sentimentality washed over him.
He turned his head to look at the person in the passenger seat — a man who, even casually leaning against the car door, looked like the cover of a fashion magazine.
At that sight,
Feng Yuan’s eyes darkened again.
The wimpy Alpha he had tricked into his pocket, even wearing a two-pack of t-shirts for 9.9 yuan, was handsome enough to make sweet, naive Omegas weak in the knees. Leaning against his backpack, sleepy and slumped in the gap between the window and the seat, the light from outside and the darkness inside the car created a chiaroscuro effect on his face that any photographer would be thrilled to capture.
It made his nose bridge high, his eye sockets deep.
His lowered lashes and the stray hairs on his forehead — every frame seemed to oscillate between sunlit freshness and mysterious tranquility.
Someone like Gong Ze, even a loose thread on his sleeve, looked like it was deliberately left there by a designer.
What Feng Yuan really couldn’t figure out was that Gong Ze was so young — he shouldn’t have a child (smile) — yet he had this aura of a young husband: widowed early, helpless and alone, raising a child on his own, fragile yet making people want to call him ‘mom.’
It was just…
How did this man smell so good?
Every time Feng Yuan got close to Gong Ze, it was as if he could smell the scent of old-fashioned vanishing cream on this Alpha.
It made Feng Yuan, an Omega, constantly want to ride him.
Tch.
Even though Feng Yuan was more aggressive and combative than an Alpha, he certainly wasn’t into that kind of thing.
“It’s time to inspect the goods…”
The man with a mind full of bad ideas glanced at the Alpha, who was about to fall asleep, and schemed to himself.
After driving for about two hours, they finally reached the city center. Feng Yuan’s ass was almost numb.
He drove into the underground garage, cruised for a while to find the parking spot he had reserved, and then patted the groggy man.
Gong Ze opened his eyes a crack and looked at him blearily. The funny thing was, his long, vertical upper lashes had hooked onto his lower lashes.
Feng Yuan leaned over, unbuckled his seatbelt, let out a soft laugh, and, staying in that position, lowered his head and gently kissed Gong Ze’s lips. He bit down without using much force, gently grinding on the confused Alpha’s lip.
Gong Ze was stunned for a moment. He hesitated for a few seconds, then slowly lifted his head, took the initiative, and began to kiss Feng Yuan.
At that moment, Feng Yuan’s heart felt like it was about to take the shape of Gong Ze!
Feng Yuan, the explosive barrel with the terrible temper, had poured nearly all the gentleness of his life into this Alpha he had tricked.
As long as Gong Ze didn’t seek his own death, Feng Yuan would give him anything he wanted.
“We’re here. Get out of the car.”
“…Oh.”
It seemed Feng Yuan hadn’t intended to kiss for long, just a brief touch of the lips.
Gong Ze, afraid of being bitten to death by Feng Yuan’s terrible kissing skills, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, opened the car door, and got out.
They took the elevator up to the 30th floor. When the elevator doors opened, the space in the elevator lobby was very wide, wide enough to build a small house.
The door lock was electronic.
Feng Yuan didn’t rush inside to open the door. Instead, he first entered Gong Ze’s information into the system.
The key Feng Yuan had given Gong Ze, of course, wasn’t for the apartment door, but for the bedroom door. The two of them walked into the entryway and were immediately stunned by the floor-to-ceiling windows that dominated the view.
Of course, only Gong Ze was stunned.
They said floor-to-ceiling windows were cold in the winter and hot in the summer, but for rich people, that wasn’t a concern. They could keep the room like spring all year round. The central climate control system in the house would keep the room at the owner’s preferred temperature and humidity, regardless of the season outside.
The interior decoration wasn’t the cold, grey, black, or white sterile urban style. It was all solid wood.
But there wasn’t a hint of old-fashionedness.
The decoration style was reminiscent of a ‘grand’ cabin in the woods. The seams between the floorboards were almost invisible. The grain of the solid wood seemed to come from a single giant tree, spreading out toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.
In front of the windows, the floor was raised to create a wooden platform, like a tatami mat, with knitted pillows and blankets on it.
The main design style had a bit of a Nordic feel.
Arched openings in the walls, vases with white feathers, and a large area of stunning, wide-open space — it was all breathtaking.
Feng Yuan took Gong Ze’s hand and led him to the bedroom, telling him to use the key to open the bedroom door.
“Our sweet life together begins with you opening this door.”
There was a smile on Feng Yuan’s face.
“…Mm!” Gong Ze was also very happy. Although he was a bit dull, his cheeks flushed slightly with excitement. He nodded and used the key to open the bedroom door.
Immediately, the house’s smart system let out a series of beeps. Then the bedroom curtains automatically opened, the lights turned on, revealing a spacious, beautiful, and airy large bedroom.
“This bedroom… is even bigger than the apartment I rented before…”
The Alpha muttered in shock, dazed.
Hearing his comment, Feng Yuan found it amusing. He patted Gong Ze’s waist. “This is nothing. There will be even better things in the future.”
“N-No, this is already great!” The kindness of others made him nervous, not knowing how to handle it. Gong Ze pressed his lips together, was silent for a moment, then lowered his head and said quietly to Feng Yuan, “This is big enough… I wouldn’t even know how to clean it…”
“Pfft. Idiot. You have a multi-million-yuan apartment, and what you’re worried about is how to clean it?”
Feng Yuan pinched Gong Ze’s nose. He was so fond of him, he wanted to bite him to death.
His love made his gums itch!
This was probably ‘cute aggression’ — the more you like someone, the more you want to hurt them.
He said to Gong Ze, “Of course, you hire someone to clean it. I’ll get you a housekeeper to take care of you here.”
By now, Gong Ze had already been promoted from a casual little fling to Feng Yuan’s little lover, about the level of a boyfriend.
It wouldn’t do for him to live so shabbily.
Besides…
“Don’t worry about that.”
Feng Yuan grabbed Gong Ze and pushed him down onto the bed, straddling him.
“FENG YUAN!!”
Gong Ze’s face instantly turned pale with fright, and he shouted Feng Yuan’s name. But Feng Yuan, watching him panic and try to scramble up, his eyes darkening, lowered his head, panting, and bit Gong Ze’s lips.
“Mm!”
As the Alpha let out a pained grunt, Feng Yuan leaned close to his ear and said hoarsely, “A new house, a new home… The first day we move in, such a meaningful occasion… wouldn’t it be a shame not to do something special? Don’t you think?”
Gong Ze: !!
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