PBMM CH19

Feng Xinyang rushed out in a flurry, only to run back in with a dejected face. As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw the repaired Gundam on the table, along with Ning Feng sitting beside it, carefully observing it. His eyes lit up, but before he could speak, He Qing’s voice sounded from behind him: “Mr. Feng…”

He shivered and quickly turned his head. The young doctor stood behind him, a conflicted expression on his face. “Excuse me, my Gundam…”

His personality was too soft; he had agonized over it for the entire afternoon before finally deciding to come to the ward and ask for his Gundam back. Even if it was already broken, He Qing still wanted to cherish it properly.

Feng Xinyang only took a single second to think before declaring decisively: “It’s fixed, it’s fixed! Come look, Dr. He, I put it on the table!”

As he spoke, he led the white-coated doctor, whose face was full of pleasant surprise, into the room while winking at Ning Feng. The man holding the Gundam had no interest in bickering with him over this. He set the item down and stood by the bed, watching as the young man cradled the Gundam, practically weeping with joy as if he were holding some precious treasure.

He Qing was genuinely overjoyed. He carefully hugged the lost-and-found Gundam in his arms and looked at the smug Feng Xinyang with deep emotion. “Mr. Feng, thank you so much!”

His eyes conveyed heartfelt gratitude. Feng Xinyang felt like he was floating just from being looked at like that. He leaned in, offering soft words of comfort to the young doctor. Ning Feng stood to the side, watching coldly. Just as he expected, he saw the gullible doctor listening to Feng Xinyang spout nonsense with sparkling eyes, completely lacking his previous resistance.

Tsk. Watching Feng Xinyang coax his new target into his hands bit by bit, Ning Feng felt somewhat displeased for an unknown reason. He attributed this displeasure to the fact that these two were flirting in his hospital room.

“If you want to talk, go outside. Don’t disturb me while I’m reading,” Ning Feng issued an eviction order with absolute coldness.

He Qing, who had been quietly listening to Feng Xinyang brag, stood up with the Gundam in his arms, looking slightly at a loss. “I’m sorry, Mr. Ning, I’ll head out right now.”

He was well into his twenties, yet he still looked just like a child with absolutely no confidence. But it was precisely because of this timidity that made it so much easier for Feng Xinyang to succeed.

He slung an arm around the young man’s shoulders with complete naturalness. “A-Qing, don’t mind him. Ning Feng is just like that, he doesn’t like interacting with people. Come on, let’s go outside and keep talking.”

He Qing was a little shy about this intimate form of address, but holding the newly repaired Gundam, he merely pursed his lips in slight embarrassment and followed Feng Xinyang out of the ward with a flushed face.

The ward fell quiet. Ning Feng, with a cold expression, picked up his book and continued to read, but he couldn’t absorb a single word. Feeling rather irritated, he put down the book, grabbed the laptop next to him, and started typing away.

It was nearly an hour later when Feng Xinyang returned with a beaming smile. As soon as he entered the room, he showed off to Ning Feng: “We’re together now.”

Ning Feng’s hands, which were flying across the keyboard, paused. He slightly raised his eyes to look at the man who was full of smugness. “Just because of that Gundam?”

“Just because of that Gundam!” Knowing Ning Feng’s temper, Feng Xinyang expressed his thanks, “I went out and asked around today. Old models like that have long been out of print. Even if I bought a replacement, someone like the little doctor who hugs and stares at it every day would definitely notice the difference. I was just worrying about it, and you solved it for me, bro. You’re a real one!”

Having just gotten He Qing into his hands, he was right in the middle of gloating, and his mouth slipped, blabbing everything out: “That Gundam was bought by the little doctor’s dad. He spent two months assembling it, planning to give it to him as a birthday present. In the end, before the birthday even arrived, he passed away in an accident. You tell me, is it important or not!”

Ning Feng maintained his cold face. “How long do you plan to play around this time?”

Feng Xinyang clicked his tongue. “My interest in the little doctor is still quite high, I just don’t know if Liangzi and the others will be as interested.”

Thinking of Feng Xinyang and his crew’s so-called “seeking amusement,” Ning Feng frowned slightly, but said nothing.

As a collective of bored second-generation rich kids, the three playboys led by Feng Xinyang had played all sorts of thrilling games. Their new favorite was an amusement game: no matter which of them hooked up with someone, they would introduce that person to their circle as a lover. Then, the other two would begin to flirt with this ‘lucky winner’ both openly and secretly, just to see what kind of choice the ‘lucky winner’ would ultimately make. As for Ning Feng, he was a germaphobe and didn’t participate.

The ‘lucky winner’ was currently washing his hands methodically. Even in the empty office, he stubbornly maintained his persona. After washing meticulously and slowly, he looked at the gentle and honest man in the mirror and curled his lips into a slight smile.

A mechanical voice sounded: [Reminding Host, the favorability of the other two target characters for this capture mission is 0. Please complete the mission as soon as possible.]

What’s the rush? This world has no time limit anyway, He Qing said lazily. Looking down at his extremely beautiful hands, he thought carefully, I feel like I’m still missing something.

[What is it?] the system asked dutifully.

Lifting his clothes and looking at his fair and tender belly, He Qing fell into deep thought: I still need some abs. How can a twenty-five-year-old man not have abs!

——The door opened. Without knocking, Feng Xinyang pushed his way straight in and locked eyes with the white-coated doctor whose white belly was exposed.

A few seconds later, the young doctor pretended as if nothing had happened and dropped his clothes down. “Mr. Feng, why are you here?”

Feng Xinyang stared at his ear tips, which had instantly flushed red, and held back his laughter. “Why is A-Qing still calling me Mr. Feng?” The handsome man took large strides forward, stopping right in front of the gentle man who was stiff with tension. Lowering his head slightly, the distance between their noses was nearly imperceptible. He deliberately lowered his voice, coaxing seductively, “Shouldn’t we be… a bit more intimate?”

Whoosh! Visibly to the naked eye, the young man’s face instantly burned red. Blushing, he took a step back. As if pondering some major life event, he pursed his lips and thought for a long time before finally calling out softly, “Xinyang…”

[Ding! Feng Xinyang’s favorability: 47.]

It had been a long time since Feng Xinyang felt his heart throb over a form of address. Looking at the incredibly shy youth, he smiled and wrapped an arm around his slightly slender waist. “Come, let me introduce you to my friends.”