Early in the morning, the two were being affectionate in bed when Fang Chen suddenly remembered something and poked the man’s chest. “Hey? You didn’t go for your morning workout today.”

Seth hummed in acknowledgment. “Holding you, I don’t want to move. I’m taking a day off today. Thanks to you, I’m celebrating Chinese New Year too.”

Fang Chen was lying on top of him, his fluffy head resting right on the man’s chin, and he even rubbed it a couple of times. “In our country, there’s a saying called…”
Not sure how to translate it, Fang Chen switched to Chinese. “從此君王不早朝” (From then on, the emperor no longer held morning court.)

Seth casually pinched his ear. “What does that mean?”

“It means the ancient emperors were so captivated by the beauty of their concubines that they neglected their state affairs.”

Seth chuckled, his hand sliding down to pinch Fang Chen’s cheek. He said in a low voice, “If I were the emperor, I would build a palace on a small island in the middle of a lake, lock you inside, forbid you from seeing anyone, and have you wait for me to come every day—”
He didn’t say the last two words, just sensually rubbed the young man’s lips with his finger.

Fang Chen’s face felt a little hot, and he cursed him, “Pervert.”

Seth even responded, accepting the title with complete ease.

At first, Fang Chen was lying on the man like a little sloth, but he suddenly felt something was wrong. After sensing the change underneath him, he immediately didn’t dare to lie there anymore and quickly rolled off the man.
He wanted to call him a pervert again but was afraid it would get even worse.

The little lamb, red-faced and daring not to speak his anger, clambered to the other side of the bed. “Get up, get up, hurry, I’m hungry.”

Seth felt like laughing but didn’t say anything. He got up too, took a shower in the bathroom, and then went to find clothes for the little lamb to change into.
Looking at the complete set of red clothes in front of him, Fang Chen was shocked. “We don’t have to be this festive, do we?”

Seth knelt in front of him, letting the little lamb place his foot on his leg, and put on his socks for him. “Wear it. You look good in red.”
A single sentence was enough to soothe the little lamb’s ruffled fur.

After Fang Chen obediently changed into the clothes, Seth took out a stack of red envelopes.
“What’s this for?”

“It’s cash. You can give them out to everyone downstairs later. They’ll definitely be happy.”

Fang Chen blinked. “Why should I be the one to give them out?”

Seth stood up and kissed him. “They all like you.”
Fang Chen had a lively personality and smiled at everyone he saw. There wasn’t a single person in the entire estate who didn’t like him. The chefs would come up with new dishes for him every day, and as soon as Butler Ding Er heard he liked something, he would immediately have it arranged in the villa.

Fang Chen hesitated for a moment but still took the red envelopes.
“But you’re the one giving the money.”

Seth frowned and slapped Fang Chen’s butt. “Talking nonsense again. What’s mine is yours.”

Fang Chen jumped and covered his butt, his eyes wide. “You can’t hit children during the New Year!”

Seth slapped him again. “Can I hit my wife?”

“Even less so!!!”
As if being chased by a wolf, Fang Chen pattered downstairs, almost bumping into the butler on the first floor. Ding Er smiled. “Young Master, please run slower, don’t fall.”

Fang Chen quickly stopped, looked up and smiled at him, and handed him a red envelope. “Happy New Year, Butler. This is a red envelope, a custom of ours. Whoever receives one will be safe and sound for the whole year.”

Ding Er was flattered and took it. The red envelope was not thin. A squeeze estimated it was at least a thousand dollars.
He bowed repeatedly in thanks. “Thank you, Young Master.”

The little lamb smiled. “It’s I who should thank the butler for taking care of me.”
For the rest of the time, he ran around like a little money-scattering deity, giving a red envelope to everyone he met. Early in the morning, the entire estate was already filled with a festive atmosphere.

After giving out the last red envelope, Seth finally dragged him to the dining room to eat.
Taking a bite of a egg-and-sausage sandwich, Fang Chen lamented, “Before I came, did you never smile? Why didn’t the butler say that line to me?”

 He imitated Butler Ding Er’s tone, “The young master is finally smiling.”

Seth paused. “Why wouldn’t I smile? Am I paralyzed?”

Fang Chen was at a loss for words. “It’s a figure of speech, an exaggeration, to express my importance to you. Forget it, you foreigners wouldn’t understand.”

Seth nodded. “I understand.”
“I only get hard when I see you. Can’t that also express your importance to me?”

Fang Chen was speechless.
“Forget it, let’s eat,” he said with difficulty.

Seth smiled and changed the subject. “Since it’s the New Year, do you want to invite some people over to liven things up?”
He remembered how happy the little lamb was when Joey and the others came over for a party on his birthday.

Unexpectedly, this time Fang Chen shook his head. “No, it’s fine for just the two of us to celebrate the New Year.”

“Why? Don’t you like having more people around?” Seth paused, frowning. “Baby, you don’t have to do this for me…”

“No, I really like it being just the two of us too.”
The little lamb raised his head. “The New Year is for spending time with family. Just you and me, it’s very good.”

The corner of Seth’s lip twitched up. “Okay.”

After breakfast, the little lamb washed his hands and eagerly began to learn how to make dumplings.
How unexpected, he had to learn how to make dumplings from Seth, a foreigner.

“Pinch this side with your fingers.”
Seth’s palms were large to begin with, making the dumplings look even more miniature in his hands. He pinched a corner to demonstrate for Fang Chen.

Fang Chen imitated his actions, but as soon as he pinched one side, the filling squeezed out from the other.
Seth was helpless. “You put in too much filling.”
He reached out, took it, and re-pinched it for Fang Chen.

The little lamb mumbled, “It’s so hard.”
Seth said naturally, “Isn’t it enough for one person in the family to know how to cook? It’s not like we’re relying on you.”

Fang Chen took another dumpling wrapper and started again. “Today is different. There needs to be a festive atmosphere.”
Seth stood behind him, teaching him hand-over-hand, his tone light. “Put less filling in. Dumplings are like you; they have small stomachs. If you put too much in, it will squeeze out.”

Fang Chen was speechless.
He really wanted to throw the dumpling in Seth’s face.

After a busy morning, the dumplings were finally done. Most of them were made by Seth, arranged neatly, in stark contrast to the ones Fang Chen made next to them, which were crooked, either flat-bellied or bulging.

 The little lamb felt a bit embarrassed and tried to save face. “Actually, they all look the same when they’re cooked.”

Seth ruffled his hair. “I’ll eat the ones you made.”
The little lamb immediately said, “You promise.”

They put the prepared dumplings in the fridge. It was still early. The two of them simply changed their clothes and went out to walk Little Chicken Feather.

 The little lamb had bought a set of clothes for Coco online two days ago, but unexpectedly, he had already outgrown them.
He struggled to button up Little Chicken Feather’s clothes, but as soon as he did, the button popped open again.

Seth sneered from the side. “Eating five meals a day, no amount of clothes will be enough for him.”
Little Chicken Feather didn’t understand human language, but he could tell from Seth’s expression that he was being talked about. He whimpered twice and habitually buried his head in Fang Chen’s arms.

Usually, whenever Seth said anything about Coco, Fang Chen would be the first to defend him. But today, he probably also felt that Little Chicken Feather was too fat. He stroked Coco’s ears and said worriedly, “I think it’s time to lose weight. Being too fat isn’t good for your health.”

 Coco looked up at him pitifully.

Seth sneered from the side. “Just eat two fewer meals.”
Fang Chen patted Coco’s head. “Did you hear that?”
Coco wanted to bury himself in his arms again, but this time he was pulled out by an exasperated Seth. “Alright, let’s go. Time to run. Don’t even think about slacking off when you’re this fat.”

As they were about to leave, the butler came in from outside carrying a birdcage. He had gone to the villa to pick up the parrot today.
As soon as he saw the parrot, Fang Chen felt a little scared, afraid it would say some dirty words in front of everyone.
But thankfully, the parrot just greeted him normally. “Welcome!”

Fang Chen, amused, leaned closer to the cage to tease it. “I should be the one saying that to you.”
Coco was getting impatient at the door and barked twice. Who knew the parrot would immediately turn around and say, “Stupid dog, stupid dog!”

Fang Chen was shocked. “He knows that too?”
Seth explained, “They’ve met. When we left Coco with Joey before, he took Coco to the villa for two days.”

A dog and a bird were fighting like crazy.
Who knew what kind of feud they had.
One was barking wildly, the other was cussing in human language.

Seth said impatiently, “Stop fighting!”
He had the butler take the birdcage inside and was about to leave with Coco on the leash.

The little lamb sighed.
“I’m kind of shipping them.”
Seth found this amusing. In the courtyard, he let go of the dog leash, letting Coco run on his own, while he held Fang Chen’s hand and strolled slowly behind.

This sense of ease and comfort made Fang Chen sigh. “This is nice. It feels like we’re a family of three.”
The man turned his head to look at him.

Fang Chen was startled by his gaze and quickly corrected himself. “I meant it feels like it, not that it’s real.”
Seth raised an eyebrow. “Are you hinting at something?”
“Is it because I’m not working hard enough that you’re not getting pregnant?”

Fang Chen was at a loss for words. He deliberately said boldly, “Maybe it’s because you can’t perform.”
The man narrowed his eyes. “Say that again.”

The little lamb didn’t have the guts. He immediately walked a few steps faster to put some distance between them. “Coco, wait for me!”

Seth seemed genuinely a little angry.
After coming back from walking the dog, the man went to shower and change his clothes, not saying a word the whole time.
Fang Chen even reflected a little, wondering if that sentence was really that hurtful.

He lay on the bed, took out his phone, and opened Twi, which he hadn’t logged into for a long time. He opened the chat with [Saoirse], hesitated for a moment, and sent a message.
[Handsome, send a picture and let me see what you’ve got.]

After sending it, he threw his phone aside, buried his face in the quilt, feeling as hot as if he had a fever.
A few minutes later, the man came out of the bathroom. The little lamb shot his head up, his eyes staring at him intently. His lips moved, and he said, trying to cover up, “Um, I think your phone rang.”

The man raised an eyebrow and walked over to pick up his phone.
He opened the app, and a message popped up.
Seth glanced at it and almost couldn’t hold back a laugh. He pressed his lips together, glanced up in the little lamb’s direction. The little lamb’s body stiffened, and he pretended to ask, “Who sent you a message?”

Seth said coolly, “An online friend.”
“…”
Fang Chen didn’t know how to respond for a moment. He gave a weak “oh” and shrank his head back.
Seth gave him a deep look, then walked out with his phone, probably to the next room.

A few seconds later, the phone vibrated. [Saoirse] had sent him a picture.
Fang Chen hesitated for a moment, then opened it with trembling hands.
It hit him in a second. The moment he saw the picture, Fang Chen felt like he was on fire, heat radiating from him.
This was too…
What a picture.
It seemed to be steaming hot.

While Fang Chen was feeling dizzy, [Saoirse] sent another message.
[Satisfied?]

 Fang Chen licked his lips, suppressed the heat on his face, and managed to calm down enough to reply.
[Better than my husband’s.]

In the next room, the man was leaning lazily in a chair. When he saw this message, he suddenly sneered.

 Saoirse: [.]

 A period? What did he mean by replying with a period?

 The little lamb lay on the bed, thought for a moment, and replied as well.
[..]

 Saoirse: [Your balls? Cute.]

When Fang Chen saw this message, he almost jumped up and threw his phone away.

 When it came to perversion, he could never beat Seth.
He took two deep breaths, gritted his teeth, and mustered up the courage to reply, [Wanna meet? My husband’s no good. Let me try yours.]

Saoirse’s reply was simple.
[Come.]

There was no guest room on this floor. Next to the master bedroom was a small single room with a very comfortable lounge chair. Sometimes, when Fang Chen was too lazy to go to the media room downstairs, he would watch movies on the projector here.

 He guessed Seth was in this room.
Fang Chen’s heart was beating a little fast. He felt that playing like this might be too exciting, but he also felt like he was bravely sacrificing himself today, sending himself to be eaten by Seth.

He stood at the door, hesitating for a long time. He felt that the arrow was already on the bowstring, and if he backed down now, he would probably be dealt with even more harshly.
 

He tentatively knocked twice on the door, then gently pushed it open and peeked his head in.

 Before he could see clearly if anyone was in the room, the man suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him right in.

 The door closed with a “bang.”

Fang Chen was pressed against the door panel.

 The man was wearing a pair of loose sweatpants, the waistband pulled very low. Fang Chen glanced at it and quickly looked away.
He hadn’t forgotten to get into character. He said in a low voice, “My husband’s gone. I came to find you secretly.”

Seth was almost exasperated enough to laugh.
His hand slid down, grabbed the little lamb’s butt, and squeezed it hard, at the same time whispering into the little lamb’s ear, “So bold.”

 Fang Chen swallowed, not making a sound.

What happened next seemed to be a matter of course.
But Fang Chen didn’t expect that the man wouldn’t even carry him to the bed, just flipped him over, pressed him against the door panel, and started pulling at his clothes.

His chest was pressed against the door panel, which was so cold it made the little lamb shrink. He said pitifully, “I want to go to the bed.”
“So delicate,” the man said coldly. “I’m not your husband. Why should I spoil you?”
“…”

It was only then that Fang Chen felt something was wrong.
But it was too late to run. The man’s large hands supported both his thighs, lifting him up like a child being held to pee.

On the floor of the master bedroom, the butler and staff usually didn’t come up, so no one would see. In the corner, the small door seemed to be vibrating slightly. From the crack in the door, a faint sound could be heard, like a kitten’s meow, or like crying, but soon it was all muffled whimpers.

The sky darkened, and the room was a mess.
The young man lay on his side on the lounge chair, his eyes a little red, but he didn’t dare to shed a single tear.
Seth insisted that today was Chinese New Year and wouldn’t let him cry. If he dared to cry, he would be even rougher.
He was fierce and ruthless today. To this point, Fang Chen’s legs were still spasming and trembling.

The man brought over a cup of hot water, wanting to feed the little lamb a few sips before carrying him to the bath.
But just as he was about to reach out and help him up, the little lamb, with red eyes, dodged backwards. The man was stunned for a moment. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I’m ignoring you,” Fang Chen said with a tearful voice, struggling to get off the lounge chair and staggering away. “You were too fierce. I’m going to find my husband.”
But after just two steps, he suddenly stopped, his whole body stiffened. He looked down and saw something trickling down.
In the next second, Seth strode over and scooped him up by the waist. “Alright, little ancestor, I was wrong.”

Fang Chen nestled in his arms, still too angry. In the end, he bumped his head against his chest.
I’ll headbutt you to death!

Seth held him and coaxed him, finally even making a huge concession, agreeing not to touch him for at least three days, before the little lamb reluctantly agreed to say a few words to him.

.

In the evening, the dumplings were cooked.
Seth personally cooked them. Fang Chen sat at the dining table, craning his neck in anticipation. When Seth came out with the plates, he quickly took out his phone and took several pictures.
One plate was made by Seth, the other by Fang Chen.
The young man moved quickly, pushing the plate he had made in front of Seth. “You eat this.”

Seth glanced at it. “Fine. They look pretty good. The taste must be good.”
Of course it was good. The dumpling wrappers and filling were both made by Seth. Fang Chen had only pinched them, and he had pinched them crookedly.
But Seth ate them without a hint of disgust, finishing the entire plate in the end, not leaving a single one.

Fang Chen was stunned. “Aren’t you on a diet?”
“It’s the first time you’ve cooked. The meaning is different.”

Hearing Seth’s words, Fang Chen paused, then lowered his head with some difficulty. “But I can’t eat anymore…”

 Seth stood up and pushed the plate aside. “If you can’t eat anymore, then don’t. Eating too much at night can easily cause indigestion.”
Fang Chen nodded, sat on the chair, and opened his arms to Seth.

The man picked him up accordingly.
Fang Chen rested his chin on the man’s shoulder and yawned.
“Sleepy?”

 The little lamb nodded, but then said, “But we have to stay up late tonight. We can’t sleep.”

“That’s perfect. I’ll take you somewhere.”
“Huh? Where?”

 Seth didn’t tell him. He carried him to the dressing room, bundled him up tightly, and then carried him out.

As they were about to leave, Coco circled around their feet, his tail wagging nonstop, jumping up and down, wanting to go with them.

 Seth, holding the little lamb, looked down at Coco on the floor. “Not taking you. Play at home by yourself. Your two daddies are going on a date.”

Fang Chen’s face turned red instantly, and he glared at Seth. “What are you talking about!”

 “Didn’t you say it? A family of three.”
Seth lowered his head and kissed him. “You’re not pregnant yet, so we’ll have to make do with Coco.”
“…”

Fang Chen, his ears red, pushed him. “Where are we going? Let’s go.”

 It was snowing outside. When they went out, Seth put a hat on Fang Chen, but after just two steps, they were in the car.
Fang Chen sat in the passenger seat and asked curiously, “Where are we going? Is it far?”

“You’ll know when we get there.”
Seth didn’t say anything, just drove out. Seeing that they were driving further and further into a remote area, Fang Chen asked worriedly.
“Are you not raising this sheep anymore?”
“It’s still ninety percent new. Are you just going to throw it away?”

Seth was almost exasperated enough to laugh. He turned his head and glanced at him. “I’ll raise it. I’ll raise it for a lifetime. How could I bear to throw it away?”

 He drove all the way to a secluded open space and stopped.

 There were few people here, and it was night, so there was almost no one.
Seth got out of the car to open the door for Fang Chen, but Fang Chen refused to get out. “There’s no one here, it’s scary. What did you bring me here for?”

Seth couldn’t be bothered to waste words with him, directly leaned in, and picked him up.

 Walking along this road, Fang Chen finally saw a helicopter parked ahead. The wind was howling, and there were a few staff members waiting nearby.
Fang Chen was stunned and murmured, “You’re deporting me back to my country.”

Seth was practically out of temper with him.
He reached up and pinched his face. “Isn’t it Chinese New Year? We have to do something different.”

 Fang Chen licked his lips, pleasantly surprised. “Ride a helicopter?”
He had the man put him down, quickly ran over, and looked up in shock, almost jumping up and down. “Really, Seth!”

“We’re already here, would I lie to you?”
Seth walked over, took Fang Chen’s hand, and boarded the helicopter directly. A staff member came over to explain the safety precautions and handed them noise-canceling headphones to wear.

 Fang Chen felt like he was dreaming.
He gently pushed Seth. “When did you plan this? Why didn’t you tell me!”

Seth looked at him, amused. “If I told you, would it still be a surprise?”

 Fang Chen thought about it and agreed. It was indeed a surprise. He never would have thought that half an hour ago he was eating dumplings at home, and now he was sitting in a helicopter.

 He put on the noise-canceling headphones. He turned his head and saw Seth seem to say something to him, but he didn’t hear it clearly.

The little lamb said loudly, “What did you say—”

 Seth smiled at him. In the next second, he reached out, hooked him, pulled him into his arms, and lowered his head to kiss him.

 At the same moment, the helicopter slowly took off.

The moment he was kissed, Fang Chen’s eyes widened slightly. He didn’t know if it was the effect of the headphones, but it seemed as if the world had fallen silent at this moment. There were only them, embracing, kissing.

 Seth kissed him very gently. His hand supported the young man’s cheek, his thumb gently caressing it.

 He didn’t know how long it had been before he finally stopped, lowered his head, and touched the young man’s nose with his own.

 “Baby, look outside.”

Fang Chen blinked. He was dizzy from the kiss and subconsciously listened to Seth’s words. He turned his head to look outside. The helicopter had already risen, and from this angle, looking down, all the lights of New York City were at their feet.

 Fang Chen was stunned, feeling a slight tremor all over his body. This feeling of being high in the sky filled his heart with an emotion he had never felt before.
He was free too.

The little lamb suddenly turned around, took Seth’s hand, and gently drew a heart on it.

 Seth looked at him deeply, flipped his palm over, and held the little lamb’s hand in his, at the same time clasping the heart.
The little lamb blinked, pouted, and blew a kiss to him through the air.

Happy New Year.
And also.
I love you