Crack.
The young master’s rationality cracked seam after seam. The gentleness on his face froze, then slowly, gradually withdrew, turning into a face devoid of expression, radiating black aura, no different from a devil’s.
“Stinky brat.” While Gong Ze wasn’t paying attention, Feng Yuan grabbed Gu Panpan by the back collar with his big hand and hauled the kid over to his side.
When Gu Panpan looked at him with a shocked, open-mouthed expression, Feng Yuan twisted his face into a cold smile: “I’m your daddy’s boyfriend. In the future I’ll even marry your daddy. I’m your daddy’s closest person. And you? Tch, you’re just a little freebie, got it?”
Gu Panpan was greatly alarmed.
He looked at Gong Ze in disbelief, seeking confirmation.
“Feng Yuan, don’t grab him like that. A child’s neck is very fragile.” After scolding Feng Yuan, Gong Ze helplessly met his son’s gaze, which desperately hoped for denial, and nodded in admission: “It really is like that.”
Feng Yuan immediately revealed a smug smile.
And Gu Panpan was completely dumbfounded.
His daddy was going to marry this big bad guy?
The little darling wore a grief-stricken expression, as if watching his daddy walk into a pit of fire, wanting to resist but unable to stop it.
Feng Yuan felt he had won. With a humph and a laugh, under Gong Ze’s disapproving gaze, he leaned against Gong Ze’s shoulder, turned his head, and in front of the child, kissed the child’s daddy on the cheek.
Gu Panpan: “!!!”
“No———”
The five-year-old boy stretched out his hand and let out a pained, tragic cry.
Gu Panpan was so angry his eyes turned red.
While shaking his head, unable to accept the truth, he reached toward Gong Ze with choking sobs.
“I don’t want, wuu wuu, I don’t want him to marry Daddy, Daddy…”
Gong Ze’s heart ached for the child and wanted to hold him over, but Feng Yuan placed him on the car seat beside himself.
Now the three people’s positions from left to right were: Gu Panpan, Feng Yuan, Gong Ze.
“Your stomach still isn’t better, don’t keep spoiling him. Five years old is early enough to sit by himself.” Feng Yuan said to Gong Ze, then crossed his arms and looked down at the little cub, who was clenching his small fists and glaring at him, trembling with anger. “Your daddy’s stomach is uncomfortable. Sit by yourself for a while. How old are you and still clinging to Daddy?”
Hearing that Daddy’s stomach hurt, Gu Panpan was stunned and looked at Gong Ze in panic.
“Daddy…”
“It’s fine.” Gong Ze said gently to him: “It’s not that serious. Are you sleepy? Come here, Daddy will hold you and you can sleep for a while.”
But after a moment of silence, Gu Panpan shook his head.
He obediently sat in the spot where Feng Yuan had placed him, sensibly restraining his inner unease and resistance toward Feng Yuan.
“Panpan will sit by himself. Daddy, you rest.”
[Wuwah, how can there be such a good treasure in the world!!]
The system was so fond of him it was practically lactating.
Gong Ze was likewise moved by his eldest son. Being able to raise such a wonderful child was his luck.
Gong Ze grew more and more attached to and loving toward this child. He estimated that even if he and Feng Yuan had one themselves, they wouldn’t give birth to such an obedient, sensible baby.
——With Feng Yuan’s dog temper, if he didn’t give birth to an ancestor, Gong Ze would thank heaven and earth.
Because he had secretly thought about this matter, every time Gong Ze and Feng Yuan had in-depth exchanges, they used a “life barrier device.”
And Gong Ze was certain that Feng Yuan’s inner recognition of his own male gender was absolutely firmer than an Earth male’s, and he even had the bad habit of a bit of male chauvinism. Feng Yuan was even more resistant to having children than he was.
Seeing that the cheap son was finally no longer clinging to his boyfriend, Feng Yuan breathed a sigh of relief in pleasure and smugness. Just as he wanted to wrap his arm around Gong Ze and be sticky for a while, he heard the clever little Gu Panpan suddenly say from the side:
“Daddy’s stomach hurts because you hit him. Panpan won’t disturb Daddy, and you’re not allowed to disturb Daddy either.”
Feng Yuan stiffened: …
He looked darkly toward Gu Panpan.
Gu Panpan was not afraid of him at all, firmly standing on the front line of resisting the bad guy and protecting Daddy.
“…” Feng Yuan radiated cold air, pressed his lips tightly together, and did not refute. He sat up straight and no longer pestered Gong Ze.
At the hospital, after a round of examinations, the internal organs were fine, but the skin on Gong Ze’s abdomen was bruised black amid the blue, and the bruises looked very frightening. Feng Yuan, whose mood had improved somewhat, saw the injuries on Gong Ze’s stomach and once again fell into silence.
The doctor prescribed ointment for Gong Ze to apply. Ji Huai and Jiang Lin’an sent them home. At the door, they grabbed Feng Yuan and repeatedly warned him uneasily.
“No matter what, sleep first. We’ll talk about everything tomorrow.”
Feng Yuan’s voice carried a knife-like fierceness and refused to let it end: “Still haven’t found Gao Chun?”
Jiang Lin’an patted his shoulder: “Don’t rush. He knows what he did, so naturally he won’t come out. Spend time with Gong Ze properly and open up the knot in his heart. Ji Huai and I will look. Not just you—we two also want to ask him what he meant by it.”
Ji Huai nodded from the side: “Mm.”
Feng Yuan was silent. After a moment, he looked back at the two of them, his tone much softer: “Old Jiang, Old Ji, thanks for today. I’ll treat you to drinks another day.”
Hearing this, the two immediately smiled: “Why be so polite? Aren’t we brothers all like this—today you get into trouble and I help, tomorrow I get into trouble and you help? It’s been this way since we were kids.”
“…”
Hearing them say this, a smile appeared in Feng Yuan’s eyes too, and the anger and depression from Gao Chun’s betrayal dispersed quite a bit.
“We’re off, A-Yuan. Remember my words—treat Gong Ze well.”
“Mm, I know.”
“Bye bye bye…”
Gong Ze was just taking off Panpan’s jacket.
His stomach had injuries. When he squatted down and bent, the pain made his brows furrow. Seeing Daddy uncomfortable, Gu Panpan immediately said he could do it himself.
Gong Ze rubbed his eldest son’s bristly soft hair and smiled as he kissed his cheek: “Panpan is great.”
Panpan blushed shyly and snuggled against Daddy even more clingily and dependently.
Because they had rushed to the police station in a panic and mess, what Panpan wore under his jacket was still pajamas. It just so happened that there were no children’s pajamas in his and Feng Yuan’s new home, so wearing this set directly was fine.
But toothbrushes, other clothes, and the children’s supplies bought for Panpan were still left in the hotel suite. Today they could only make do with his and Feng Yuan’s spare toiletries and get them back tomorrow.
By the time Feng Yuan finished talking with Jiang Lin’an and the others and came back, Gong Ze had already accompanied his good eldest son through washing up, taken off his little socks, and was preparing to coax the child into bed.
And the instant Feng Yuan appeared, the five-year-old good eldest son instantly became like a shepherd dog seeing a wolf approaching its sheep. His soft, shy demeanor immediately changed drastically, becoming like a hard, tensed iron ball.
Gu Panpan told Gong Ze he wanted to sleep with Daddy.
Written as sleeping with Daddy, read as I want to protect Daddy.
Gong Ze was moved by his good eldest son and said with an amused low voice: “Feng Yuan is an Omega.”
Your daddy my integrity won’t be in danger, little shepherd dog.
O?
The big bad guy is… an O?!
Gu Panpan cracked.
His eyes widened, and his little head suddenly turned to look at Feng Yuan, who had walked in—full of arrogance and coldness, with sturdy muscles—then at Gong Ze, fair-skinned and beautiful, gentle and serene, with a peaceful aura.
He looked at Feng Yuan, then at Gong Ze.
Looked at Gong Ze, then at Feng Yuan.
Finally, Gu Panpan let out a confused sound: “He’s an O? But he’s not as gentle and pretty as Daddy.” Daddy is still an A.
Gong Ze: Pfft.
Just looking at this question alone, it was not funny, but the good eldest son’s expression and that tone were too amusing. Gong Ze could not help laughing out loud.
Feng Yuan, who had walked over: … Little bastard, I heard all of that!
You, the drag bottle son of my boyfriend’s ex-woman, what right do you have to doubt my gender!
I’m an Omega, do you have a problem with that?!
But Gu Panpan’s expression changed several times, and in the end he actually looked at Feng Yuan, sighed, and said in a tone of “a good Beta doesn’t fight with an Omega”: “Fine, let’s say you win.”
Feng Yuan: …
Feng Yuan: Heh!!
Feng Yuan hated most when others used ABO secondary genders to define him. This was instantly Feng Yuan’s biggest landmine—the kind where stepping on it once would definitely cause a nuclear explosion.
“Gong Ze and I are lovers. How am I not qualified to sleep with Gong Ze?” Feng Yuan said: “You, someone else’s cub, what right do you have to comment on my secondary gender!”
Seeing Feng Yuan about to explode, the quick-eyed Gong Ze hurriedly stopped him.
“Feng Yuan!”
“Alright, alright, our little shepherd dog is still young. He doesn’t know you don’t like this being mentioned. Come on, let’s hurry and sleep. I still need you to help me apply medicine to my injuries.”
“What little shepherd dog? Gong Ze, I’m at least your boyfriend. I haven’t even disliked him as a little drag bottle, and he actually dislikes me for not being Omega enough???”
“Mm hm hm, let’s go.”
After a round of pulling and tugging, the two little ancestors were finally sent back to their respective rooms.
At night.
Gong Ze took off his clothes and lay on the bed. Feng Yuan knelt sitting on Gong Ze’s thighs, fingers dipped in ointment as he applied it to the wounds on Gong Ze’s abdomen.
Gong Ze watched Feng Yuan not make a sound, looking as dejected as a lion whose fur had been plucked bare. He smiled, raised his hand, and hooked it around Feng Yuan’s waist.
Feng Yuan lowered his eyes.
The two pairs of pupils gazed at each other like water and sky reflecting one another.
“It’s fine.”
Gong Ze said softly to him: “After applying the medicine, it doesn’t hurt as much.”
“…”
After a long silence, Feng Yuan lay down, his body tipping sideways beside Gong Ze. Gong Ze’s fingertips could feel the stretch of the muscles at his waist—full of strength and elasticity. The arc of his side-lying body rose and fell, smooth and striking, like a young, vigorous leopard.
It was a kind of youthful, healthy beauty.
Vibrant, full of pride.
It stirred a desire to break him.
Gong Ze also turned onto his side, his arm resting softly between them, quietly watching Feng Yuan.
Feng Yuan’s arrogant face was downcast. He pressed his lips together, his gaze lingering for a long time on the wound on Gong Ze’s nose bridge, then slowly leaned in, his lips soft and slightly cool as he kissed Gong Ze’s lips.
He only kissed him a tiny bit.
Shaking his head slightly as he rubbed, then his head pillowed softly on Gong Ze’s pillow, lips and nose buried near Gong Ze’s chin, close to that wound.
Gong Ze thought that if Feng Yuan really were a big cat, he would already be purring and acting cute.
Just like that big spotted tabby at home—every time after scratching you, seeing your cold face, it swishes its tail guiltily and comes over to ingratiate itself, rubbing against your chin and mouth.
Although Feng Yuan did not say a single word.
Gong Ze could see his sadness and his delicate apology.
“Ha…” Gong Ze closed his eyes, unable to bear it. The last bit of anger in his belly disappeared too. He stroked this rare, soft big cat, touched his chest, touched his shoulder. Finally, when Feng Yuan lifted his head and looked at him with clear eyes, Gong Ze kissed his lips.
…The room echoed with moist, faint, sticky sounds.
Feng Yuan’s eye rims were wet and red as he tilted his head back and opened his mouth to breathe. Gong Ze hooked an arm around his neck, tilted his head, and crossed necks with him, a crimson tongue tip leaving wet traces from his gland…
Feng Yuan slid a leg between Gong Ze’s legs, his hand grabbing the hair at the back of Gong Ze’s head, his arm wrapping around Gong Ze’s entire head like a python.
“Don’t get so excited. Not today.”
Gong Ze said to him in a low voice.
When Feng Yuan suddenly stopped and lowered his head to look at his expression, Gong Ze helplessly added again: “It has nothing to do with you hitting me. I’m not holding a grudge, and I’m not just being polite. Today was too tiring. We both need to rest well.”
Only then did Feng Yuan’s spine, which had tensed up like bristling fur, slowly relax. He arched up and hugged Gong Ze, saying in a hoarse voice: “…I’m not very good at saying apologies.”
Gong Ze: I can tell. Where is Feng Yuan not a little overlord?
Feng Yuan added: “…I don’t want you to be angry. I know I was wrong too, but I don’t have… experience expressing it…”
Listening to him speak haltingly and tangledly, Gong Ze closed his eyes and held his narrow, lean, strong waist in his arms. “I know, I know…”
“This matter is over. Did you hear me, Feng Yuan? I know you’ll change.”
“…”
Gong Ze had done a psychological profile of Feng Yuan.
Feng Yuan was not the type to say with his mouth, “I was wrong, I definitely won’t do it again,” but then do it again next time. When Feng Yuan realized his impulsiveness had hurt someone important, some of his habits might change permanently.
Such as being hot-tempered, crazy, and fond of hitting.
It was just that.
This kind of change was specifically for a particular person.
Feng Yuan’s brain: I cannot be irritable toward Gong Ze. I must suppress my temper in front of Gong Ze, be obedient, only blabber without hurting anyone. I will die before I hit Gong Ze again.
As for outsiders.
Feng Yuan’s brain: None of my business.
The reason was that hurting outsiders did not make Feng Yuan feel guilty or sad, but hurting Gong Ze did.
Gong Ze: Sorry, the domestic mad dog wasn’t properly handled. It’ll be better in the future. Smile.
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