Translator: Amber.es (unedited)
Formal / Respectful ‘you’ are underlined.
When the middle-aged man heard Fourth Master Shen say this, he laughed as he said, “You can’t say that. Dragons give birth to dragons; phoenixes birth phoenixes. The two young masters are still young. They will achieve great things in the future!”
“You’re too lenient on those two bastards.” Although Fourth Master Shen said so, his smile remained undiminished. It was natural to be happy hearing others praise his grandsons.
Song Yi smiled very cooperatively, thinking that Fourth Master Shen had an interesting temper. They might even be able to get along easier than he imagined.
Fourth Master Shen lifted his chin. The middle-aged person understood. He wiped the tabletop, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Song Yi respectfully. “Try this Six Melon Slice tea, this year’s new tea.” 1
Song Yi couldn’t figure out what he had in his sleeves. So he took a sip of the tea, leaving his mouth filled with fragrance. “Thank you Fourth Master for the tea.”
Fourth Master Shen pointed his finger at the table. “Young people are too impetuous now. People taste tea slowly. You drank too quickly to taste the fragrance of this tea.”
Song Yi was usually so busy he could fly about. Where was there time to drink tea? Furthermore, he had no clue about tea ceremonies, but he knew what one should say in different situations. “I’ve made a fool of myself in front of Fourth Master. You’re the tea master. Let me pour tea for you, I definitely will need your guidance.”
This sentence was exquisitely beautiful. Fourth Master Shen gave him another glance. Truly a good thing. He didn’t say anything else, directly asking, “ Read “1677” before?”
“1677” was a very popular novel in the past few years. It was written by a famous writer and won a gold-rich literary prize in China. Song Yi had read it during his idle time. The protagonist was a war reporter during the counterattack against Vietnam. The story told a legendary experience of the protagonist.
The middle-aged man proudly said, “Our master is the protagonist “1677” was based on. This book is going to start filming. Now that we found you, other than introducing you to the training class, our master wants to personally mold the role of his own actor.
He paused, glancing at Fourth Master Shen, and said with a smile, “At the moment, our master is very satisfied with you.”
Song Yi’s eyes were bright. The probability of an actor having a good script and a good role was too small. And now, there was such a good opportunity right in front of him. “Many thanks for Fourth Master for your appreciation, I will not let you down.”
Fourth Master Shen was more than satisfied with Song Yi. Aside from the bonus of Song Yi’s face, Song Yi’s performance since entering the door was very impressive. At first glance, Song Yi seemed to be a man of the world. Having him in the film would not lose Fourth Master Shen’s face.
When Song Yi got this resource, he was in a good mood. The flowers in the spring breeze were full of blossoms. He came out of the teahouse and went to the supermarket to buy a huge load of meat dishes. He planned to cook his own meal and celebrate by himself.
He returned home to cut vegetables. Just as he finished cutting a plate of potatoes, the door of the living room had a ‘bang bang bang’ sound.
Song Yi wiped his hands and took out his mobile phone for a look. It was four o’clock in the afternoon. It was likely Gu Xingchuan. Song Yi wanted to avoid that, hence he turned on the faucet to wash the vegetables, pretending not to hear the knock on the door.
But the sound of knocking on the door intensified, bearing a stance of ‘not leaving until the door was opened’. Song Yi felt suffocated in his heart. With a belly filled with anger, he opened the door. The door opened, and several people rushed in, shocking him.
Some carried suitcases, some held large transport boxes, and some carefully carried Gu Xingchuan’s precious musical instruments. They were well-trained and as familiar with the motions as entering their own own house.
Song Yi froze for a moment. He squeezed his back against the entrance, and watched the large living room be filled with luggages, the drum set being placed on the balcony rack used to grow flowers, and the bookshelf that was filled with English novels having a new neighbour that was Iron man models. Within a few minutes, a big change occurred in his house.
Gu Xingchuan placed his hands in his pockets as he followed behind the army of people, and leisurely walked in. “My house has no water and electricity. I will stay with you for a few days.”
Was he lying to a fool? Song Yi lowered his face. “If you have no money to stay in a hotel, I will give you a little charity. Is the neighbouring IKEA enough for you to live in?”
The movers paused and looked at each other.
Gu Xingchuan raised his chin and motioned everyone to continue tidying up. He turned his neck and glanced at Song Yi. He leaned closer and smelled his hair, bearing the smell of the kitchen. “You just cooked? Let me see what you did.”
Song Yi was about to refuse. Before the word “no” was spoken, Gu Xingchuan bent down, one arm under his knee, tyrantically carrying him, and walked straight into the kitchen.
Although he had been hugged by Gu Xingchuan several times, it was never done in front of so many people. Song Yi was angry and embarrassed. “What are you doing?”
Gu Xingchuan released the hand holding his butt, forcing Song Yi to sit on the kitchen counter. Song Yi shivered and opened his mouth to scold him when Gu Xingchuan aggressively squeezed in between his knees, pinched his chin and – fast and accurately – kissed him, blocking his raging anger.
The kiss of wilderness, filled with demands, plundering the right to breathe.
Song Yi used his wrist to pushed Gu Xingchuan’s shoulder but it was grasped by Gu Xingchuan. The weak skin on the vein was gently rubbed by those fingertips, shackling him onto the square inches of the kitchen counter.
Song Yi’s heart galloped. Behind him was a row of cabinets above his head. He could not avoid it. He could only straighten his back and accept Gu Xingchuan’s burst of enthusiasm.
Outside the half-open frosted glass, was the noise of movers shifting items one after another. As long as one was curious, they could see the embarrassing image of his trembling body after being kissed by Gu Xingchuan.
Song Yi could only hope that the kiss would end quickly. His face flamed hot, not knowing if it was because of a lack of oxygen or embarrassment. He held no barrier to such thrilling games.
But Gu Xingchuan did not do what he wanted. The simple act of kissing was changed when he kissed, playful as can be, with ease and flexibility. He swept in and out, as if he was not kissing, but tasting a delicious dessert.
Up till Gu Xingchuan let go of his chin, leaving Song Yi’s eyes red because of the lack of oxygen. A layer of wet mist appeared on his lenses. The sounds of exhales echoed in the air. He adjusted his rapid breathing and touched his numb lips, a hoarse voice scolding back, “Are you crazy?”
“There are many places where I am crazy.” Gu Xingchuan’s breath was heavy, and he leaned in Song Yi’s ear, panting exaggeratedly, as if the two of them were doing something shameful and terrible.
Song Yi wanted to cover his ears. But this gesture showed his weakness and could only be held back forcibly. He severely glared at Gu Xingchuan. “You are not allowed to do this in the future.”
Gu Xingchuan always felt that he was quite good at playing. When flirting with Omegas, he would make small moves but all those were well hidden. And now, with just an upwards look, with them being separated with a piece of frosted glass, there was a chance they could be found out by others.
This was truly thrilling. This kind of sneaky feeling indeed felt good, but it was too dangerous. Song Yi’s face was about to bleed at the thought of people watching.
Gu Xingchuan was still not finished yet. He gently licked Song Yi’s chin, and said as a matter of fact, “Can’t do, can’t do. Since you say I’m crazy, then I will do more crazy things to you.”
“Can’t you go find someone else?” Song Yi was helpless. The streets were full of Omegas. Why did Gu Xingchuan have to pester him?
Gu Xingchuan buried his face in the curve of his neck. His breath was hot, scorching him left and right. “I only choose those I’m familiar with. So I found you.”
Song Yi could almost hear the swallow of his Adam’s apple. Goosebumps rose all over his body; the surrounding air seemed to be burning, and his ears were unconsciously hot. He gritted his teeth and whispered, “Damn you. You are such a stinky scoundrel.”
Gu Xingchuan’s overly beautiful eyebrows were filled with evil intentions. His lips curled with savageness. “Baby, I am a rascal and you knew it a long time ago. You don’t need to repeat it.”
Song Yi was stunned by this unfamiliar term. It was strangely uncomfortable. The Omegas or Beta he talked to before would call him Gege or Husband. Occasionally, they might use ‘My dear’. This was the first time someone was so indulgent and called him ‘Baby’. He was really not used to it.
Song Yi stared at him for a few seconds, suddenly finding Gu Xingchuan very interesting. Gu Xingchuan was too “split”. Half of Gu Xingchuan was this impulsive and innocent boy in his memory, while the other half was full of wildness, filled with menacing unstoppable force.
The collision of these two halves was particularly fresh and exciting.
Song Yi felt that the people in his social circle were like soda or red wine – a bit more like lemon tea, but Gu Xingchuan was like a cola. Taking this cold scum of a can from the refrigerator, and taking a sip, leaving one’s mouth and lips numb, bearing a special aftertaste.
As soon as the movers left, the housekeeping service Gu Xingchuan asked for came and diligently cleaned up. The reflections on the wooden floor sparkled, leaving Song Yi’s house spotlessly clean.
Though Song Yi was pleased about the cleanliness, it would be better if Gu Xingchuan didn’t live in his house. With Gu Xingchuan living here, every day would be a battle for his chastity. He really didn’t know why his brain was so hot that day that he couldn’t hold it, rushing at Gu Xingchuan.
Song Yi’s phone rang in the afternoon. The call was a series of unfamiliar landline numbers. Song Yi was reading in the study and pressed a speakerphone.
“Hello, Mr. Song, this is **** hospital, Song Jie’s attending doctor.” The doctor’s voice sounded serious.
Song Yi sat up straight, and hurriedly asked, “What happened to her?”
The attending doctor’s voice hesitated for a while, as if wondering what to say. He cautiously asked, “You are Song Jie’s brother?”
“Yes,” Song Yi replied quickly.
The attending doctor was silent and coughed. “Your blood test report is out. You cannot give the patient a platelet transfusion.”
“Why?” Song Yi frowned, feeling something wrong.
The attending doctor said, “You are… not of the same blood type.”
Song Yi only knew his blood type was AB and was unsure about Song Jie’s blood type. Feeling a bit strange, he asked again, “We are not the same blood type?”
“Yes, you have blood type AB, and the patient has blood type O.”
“What do you mean?”
“Apologies Mr. Song, considering that you are a VIP user of our hospital, we do not intend to conceal it from you. According to the patient data, your mother and father are both type O blood. According to Mendel’s law of inheritance, for a pair of type O parents, the child can only have blood type O. There is no possibility of blood type AB.” The doctor deliberately made his voice cold and clinical. After all, this kind of thing was not something anyone wanted to experience.
Song Yi was stunned. He could understand each word coming from the receiver, but it was difficult for him to string them all together.
The doctor was still talking, but he felt it was from afar, as if it was from a very very far away place. Song Yi’s slender fingers trembled, staring blankly at the page in front of him.
“Because of this incident, the patient’s platelets will not be enough. As the operation will be performed tomorrow, please contact other relatives…”
Song Yi blankly hung up. His mind was messed up and his hand holding the phone kept shaking.
He didn’t know what he was thinking, maybe he didn’t think about anything. He hurriedly picked up the coat on the hanger and put it on, but the zipper couldn’t be zipped because of his shaking hands. Giving up, Song Yi walked out the door in a daze.
Gu Xingchuan was in the living room tidying up his own clutter, and when he saw that desolate appearance. He frowned. “What’s wrong with you?”
“I’m fine.” Song Yi shook his head, not wanting to talk to anyone.
Gu Xingchuan stood up, Song Yi opened the door handle and walked out. He glanced at Song Yi up and down and reminded him, “You forgot to change your shoes.”
Song Yi stopped, squatted down and put on a soft pair of shoes.
Gu Xingchuan could not rest assured, seeing him go out like this. He dropped the vinyl record in his hand, walked to the hallway, and took out the car key from the holder filled with random items. “Where are you going? I’ll take you there.”
The author has something to say:
Starting a happy cohabitation life.
ORZ. Xiao Gu is Cola, Song Yi is oolong tea~
“Please allow me to chase you without authorization [Entertainment circle]” by Watermelon Fried Pork《请允许我擅自追你[娱乐圈]》by 西瓜炒肉)
It is rumored that the talented director Jiang Wenxing has a cold temper and never looks at women directly.
Actress Chen Mianmian was also one of them.
Later, after a few movies in a row, she realized that she was lucky to get the actress part and she had no thoughts about Jiang Wenxing, and even avoided it.
And at the lowest point in life—
That person appeared in front of her condescendingly, slowly took out the contract, and handed over a pen. “Sign it, the heroine is you.”
Everyone said that Jiang Wenxing was unattainable, and that he was overwhelmed after being overwhelmed.
As a result, a few years later, Chen Mianmian turned against the wind and won the best actress again.
Backstage at the awards, Jiang Wenxing took her hand, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and he spoke in a gentle tone, “If I propose now, will you refuse?”
The media who walked around carrying the camera and accidentally broke this scene: ! ! ! !
The night when the relationship was confirmed, Chen Mianmian pestered Jiang Wenxing and asked, “Why did you reject me in the first place!”
Jiang Wenxing didn’t answer, turned over, kissed her until her body softened, and the heat echoed in her ears—
“Call me husband and I’ll tell you.”