Gong Ze put a steaming rack into the pot for boiling eggs, and steamed a bowl of red beans on top, which eliminated the need for soaking.
Soon, the young master, wearing only his underwear with all his marks on full display, walked out of the bedroom. He stood in the kitchen, staring at Gong Ze, who was quietly busy in his apron, lost in thought.
“Do you want your eggs soft-boiled or hard-boiled?”
Gong Ze asked him.
“Hard-boiled.”
Feng Yuan snapped out of it and answered lazily.
He didn’t like runny eggs. The young master hated that sticky, gooey texture and the yellow color that would dribble out of his mouth when he took a bite.
Although the taste wasn’t bad, he only liked them hard-boiled.
Hearing this, Gong Ze told him to go wait. But Feng Yuan didn’t leave. He watched Gong Ze, his eyes narrowing, savoring the taste of happiness.
Being in love is really fucking intoxicating.
Feng Yuan thought.
There was no dye to color the eggshells red. In the end, Gong Ze wandered around the house for a long time before finding a red-fleshed dragon fruit, which he barely managed to dye them with.
When the red bean rice and red eggs were brought out, Feng Yuan started complaining that they had no flavor.
He took two bites and pushed them over to Gong Ze.
Normally, if Feng Yuan didn’t like something, Gong Ze wouldn’t eat it either. But this time, he glanced at Feng Yuan, silently picked up Feng Yuan’s leftovers, and ate them.
Things were different.
They were in love.
After eating, the two grown men still had empty stomachs. Feng Yuan lay on the sofa with his legs spread apart. Gong Ze sat facing away from him, at his feet, legs crossed, one arm holding Feng Yuan’s foot, the other hand clipping his nails.
The young master was irritated by his hunger. The ritual of the first night was thoroughly trampled.
“Forget the red bean rice and red eggs. Let’s go get a big meal.”
So the two of them packed up, changed clothes, and went to a restaurant for a huge feast to celebrate.
While leaning back in his chair digesting, the hospital called Gong Ze. His precious son was finally about to be discharged. Gong Ze said he would be there right away. Feng Yuan said he would take him, but then his own phone rang. It was Jiang Lin’an and the others, calling Feng Yuan to go out and play.
“I’ll go by myself.”
Gong Ze said. “It’s nothing major. I just need to go sign some papers. I’ll just take a taxi.”
Hearing him say that, Feng Yuan didn’t think much of it. He said casually, “Fine. Anyway, the way things are between us now, it’s not the right time to meet the parents. I’ll transfer you fifty thousand yuan. Buy your father… or your mother? Buy them some nutritional supplements. Send them my regards. When you’re done, come find me.”
Gong Ze froze upon hearing his words. He slowly turned his head to look at Feng Yuan. “Parents?”
Feng Yuan, who was drinking tea, said, “Mm, yeah. Isn’t it your father or your mother who’s in the hospital?”
At Gong Ze’s age, when someone says a family member is in the hospital, of course it’s their parents.
Who would think that Gong Ze had a child that old?
Feng Yuan: Haha. Funny.
Gong Ze: “…”
Oh no.
Gong Ze’s face turned pale, and he broke out in a sweat.
It seemed… he had forgotten to tell Feng Yuan that he had been married once and had a child…
What should he do?
Should he tell him now?
But Gong Ze’s sixth sense was screaming a sharp alarm, telling him that if he told Feng Yuan right now — right after they had just slept together, when Feng Yuan was still riding high on the romance — something very, very terrifying would happen.
Seeing Gong Ze’s pale face and long silence, Feng Yuan’s previously relaxed smile slowly faded, leaving only a trace. He paused, looking at Gong Ze. “What? Is the person in the hospital your wife? Did you go to the club to sell yourself to save your wife? Pfft. What year is this? How could there be such a melodramatic…”
Wait.
The more he spoke, the thinner his smile became, and the heavier his suspicion grew.
Damn it.
Why did it feel like it might actually be true!?
Feng Yuan’s breathing grew soft. “Gong Ze, why aren’t you saying anything? Hmm?”
Gong Ze, cowardly: I… I don’t dare say it.
Gong Ze remained silent. Feng Yuan slowly put down his teacup, his lazy posture straightening. The atmosphere suddenly became terrifyingly quiet.
Then, in a gentle tone, he said to Gong Ze, “It’s okay. Go ahead and say it. Even if it’s true, I won’t get angry.”
“……”
You’re lying!
Even if Gong Ze were an idiot, he wouldn’t be fooled by this calm before the storm.
He could guarantee that if he so much as nodded, Feng Yuan, who seemed so gentle in this second, would twist his face and smash the teacup over Gong Ze’s head in the next.
“…No.”
Gong Ze cowered and frantically shook his head.
Feng Yuan’s kind tone didn’t change. “Really not, or falsely not?”
“Really not.”
Feng Yuan’s sharp, sinister eyes were fixed on Gong Ze’s face. Gong Ze thought to himself, The person in the hospital is my son, not my wife. So his denial was truthful.
Sweating profusely, Gong Ze met Feng Yuan’s gaze.
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After a moment, Feng Yuan withdrew his knife-like gaze. His straightened back softened again.
He dropped the fake gentleness from his face and, with a sinister air, threw his teacup with a clang into the plates on the table.
The ceramic cup and plates instantly cracked into several pieces with a loud smack, making Gong Ze flinch.
“You’d better not be! I’m fine spending money on you, but you want to use my money to support someone else? Heh, Gong Ze…” Feng Yuan reached out and patted Gong Ze’s face with a smile that wasn’t a smile. “If you do, I’ll skin that lover of yours alive, pack them up nicely, and give them to you so you can hang them over your bed.”
The faint sensation of a palm gently slapping his cheek.
Feng Yuan’s sinister expression sent a chill up from the soles of Gong Ze’s feet, making him involuntarily shiver.
His face instantly turned deathly pale.
Feng Yuan warned Gong Ze.
“Whatever you had before you met me happened before I came along. I don’t care about that. But from now on, you can only have me. You can only sleep with me. You’d better control yourself! Don’t go fooling around with any other Omegas. Even if they make the first move, if I find out you’ve been up to something, I’ll kill them first, and then I’ll kill you!”
Especially with this Alpha’s face.
Who knew how many reckless, flirtatious Omegas he’d attract?
Just imagining Gong Ze making eyes at someone else, pulling and tugging at each other, was enough to make Feng Yuan explode. His reason was instantly consumed by rage.
“You’re my first Alpha. Unless I get bored, you’ll always be mine!”
“……”
The wimpy Alpha was too cowardly to argue.
Previously, Gong Ze had thought: Actually, I don’t dislike Feng Yuan that much. If I were with Feng Yuan without feelings, I always felt like it would be too hard.
Now, Gong Ze (looking nervously at the sky and the ground, anxiously picking at his hands): Actually, actually, I don’t like Feng Yuan that much. If, if it were possible to break up, it wouldn’t be impossible…
Feng Yuan: Heh.
Gong Ze: Panics and tries to retract the thought.
Seeing that Gong Ze was scared, and believing he wouldn’t dare mess around behind his back, Feng Yuan grunted with satisfaction. “Let’s go. Keep the money. I’ll pay the bill first, then I’ll call a car for you.”
“…Oh.”
Gong Ze nodded obediently.
At the hotel entrance, Gong Ze didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until Feng Yuan’s car had driven off into the distance. He looked down at the fifty-thousand-yuan transfer on his phone, a conflicted expression on his face.
Although Feng Yuan was terrifying, he was also very generous. He gave Gong Ze pocket money even when he didn’t ask for it.
But thinking of Feng Yuan’s mad dog-like temper…
This soft rice didn’t taste so good anymore.
Gong Ze pouted inwardly. This isn’t money. This is clearly compensation for emotional distress…
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