It was only when Fang Chen saw the butler and staff decorating the rooms that he felt something was off.

The flowers in the vases were replaced with red ones, and various ornaments were also changed to extremely festive colors. The butler had even, from somewhere, bought paper cuttings with a large “double happiness” character on them, which were blatantly pasted on various pillars, looking terribly tacky.

Fang Chen finally couldn’t help but ask the man, “Are you taking a second wife?”

“Two room?”
Seth frowned. “What does that mean?”

“It means a second wife.”

The man looked at him with a deadpan expression, then raised his hand and pinched his cheek. “It means after I’m done with you from the front at night, I can also flip you over and do you from behind.”

The little lamb looked at him in horror and quickly reached up on his tiptoes to cover his mouth. “Take that back right now.”

The man caught his hand and planted a few kisses on his tender palm. “I checked the calendar. Isn’t it almost your country’s Chinese New Year?”

Hearing Seth say this, Fang Chen was actually stunned for a moment. “I almost forgot.”

“Isn’t this festival supposed to be very important? I had them start decorating in advance.”

Fang Chen paused, pointed at the paper cutting, and said carefully, “This character means ‘happiness’ 喜, we usually put up ‘fortune’ 福 for the New Year.”

“…”

“It’s okay,” Fang Chen quickly comforted him. “It’s all the same.”

Seth ruffled Fang Chen’s hair, amused. “The butler and the others must have bought the wrong one. I’ll have them take it down.”

“Don’t bother. It’s just us at home anyway.”

Fang Chen tilted his head up. “But we have to make dumplings for the New Year. Don’t have the chefs do it. I’ll do it with you!”

“Okay.”

The little lamb reached out again and squeezed the muscles on the man’s arm. “I’ve decided to start working out today.”

Seth raised an eyebrow.

“That’s good. Otherwise, you always cry and beg for mercy halfway through. After you work out, can we do it a couple more times?”

Fang Chen took a deep breath and said earnestly, “Do you have an addiction? Maybe you should see a doctor.”

Seth couldn’t help but laugh and picked him up. “I don’t know, maybe. Baby, can you check for me?”

.

The top floor was the fitness area.

Fang Chen looked around. He usually only ran on the treadmill; he didn’t know how to use any of the other equipment.

He thought for a moment. “How about I do pull-ups? Will that make my arms stronger?”

Seth said helplessly, “Baby, you’re actually fine just the way you are.”

“Cut the crap.”
The little lamb pointed. “I can’t reach it. You lift me.”

“…”

The man lifted the little lamb up. After Fang Chen grabbed the bar, he asked, “Should I let go?”

“Slowly… eh, no, no.”
As soon as Seth slightly loosened his hands, Fang Chen was left dangling there like a strip of dried lamb. He couldn’t use any strength in his arms at all.

The man could only lift him up again.

Going up and down like this, Fang Chen actually got a feel for doing pull-ups.
He said excitedly, “Just hold me like this while I do them.”

Seth said slowly, “Then what’s in it for me?”

Such a practical man.
The little lamb said perfunctorily, “Thank you, husband. Husband is the best. I can’t do anything without you.”

The man held the little lamb, lifting him up and down. The muscles in his arms bulged, veins winding clearly.
If you only looked at the top half, it really looked like Fang Chen was doing pull-ups himself. He even put on a strained expression to match, deliberately panting heavily a couple of times.

The man’s movements paused.
“Don’t pant.”

Fang Chen looked down at him. “Huh?”
This works too?
Are all foreign men like this?
Or is it just Seth?

Can you see a doctor for this? But how would the doctor treat it? They can’t just cut it shorter.
Even if they could…
The little lamb wouldn’t agree to it.

After showering that night, he came out of the bathroom to see the man already lying in bed.
Going to sleep so early today?

Fang Chen pouted. “I haven’t dried my hair yet.”
Hurry up and dry my hair for me!

Usually, Fang Chen was too lazy to dry his hair, and even if he was already lying down, Seth would pull him up. Today, he brought it up himself, but the man didn’t react.

The little lamb moved closer. “What’s wrong with— you!!”

The man suddenly reached out a hand and pulled the little lamb to his side. Maybe it was a psychological effect, but Fang Chen really felt Seth’s hand was a bit hot.

Just as he was getting worried, he suddenly heard the man call him in a low voice, “Doctor, didn’t you say you were going to examine me today?”

“…”

Fang Chen licked his lips and asked tentatively, “Examine what?”

The man guided his hand downwards, his grayish-blue eyes fixed on him. “Didn’t you say I have an addiction?”

Fang Chen choked.
He coughed twice, his expression turning serious. “Don’t hold my hand. How can I treat you if you do that?”

The man raised an eyebrow but actually listened to him and let go of his hand.

Doctor Lamb stood by the bed, looking down at him. “I’m going to get my examination tools. The patient should stay in bed and not move.”

It was the first time Seth had seen the little lamb act so serious. He found it amusing and nodded cooperatively. “I’ll listen to the doctor.”

Fang Chen turned and walked out, going to the next room, rummaging through a cabinet for something, making clanging noises.
Seth was getting a bit restless.
He was a very territorial person. The bedroom he shared with Fang Chen was only entered by others for cleaning; he arranged everything himself.

 The little lamb, on the other hand, didn’t care about any of it and would just tilt his head up and call for Seth whenever he needed to find something.

After debating for a few seconds whether to go help the little lamb, he heard footsteps outside. Doctor Lamb was already back.

When the bedroom door was pushed open again, Seth almost burst out laughing.

 Fang Chen had probably wanted to find a white coat to match the role, but where would they have something like that at home? So he took Seth’s white shirt from the walk-in closet and put it on. The shirt was more than a size too big, and the sleeves were rolled up countless times.

 The man’s gaze traveled downwards, with some regret.
Why was he wearing pants?

Fang Chen kept a straight face, holding a pile of miscellaneous things. The first was a temperature gun. He aimed it at Seth and made a biu sound, then nodded seriously. “Temperature is normal. It seems the problem is elsewhere.”

He unbuttoned Seth’s shirt one by one, revealing the sturdy chest muscles. The man’s body was firm, and even lying flat like this, it didn’t lose its shape at all. No matter how many times he had seen it, the little lamb could be captivated in a second.

 He swallowed lightly.
His gaze shifted up and met Seth’s smiling eyes.
The little lamb instantly became serious again.
“They’re so big. It seems there are a lot of problems here.”

Seth held back a laugh and nodded. “Then how is the doctor going to treat me?”

 “Our hospital’s conditions are a bit rudimentary. We don’t have a stethoscope, so we’ll have to do it manually.”
The little lamb said it so righteously, and in the next second, he bent down and pressed his head against the man’s chest.

The man seemed to be deliberately flexing his chest muscles. The little lamb pressed his ear against it and only felt it was hard and very hot.
How could anyone stand being examined like this?

Seth’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. He looked down at the young man lying on his chest, wishing he could just reach out and press him into his chest.

 A few strands of the young man’s hair fell down, soft and ticklish, as if landing right on the tip of his heart.

After a few seconds, Doctor Lamb raised his head and said seriously, “Your heart is beating too fast. There must be too much toxic fire inside. I have to help you disinfect it.”

Seth raised an eyebrow. Just as he was about to ask how to disinfect, the little lamb had already bent down and bitten him.

 The man’s chest muscles had become the little lamb’s exclusive chew toy.
 

He would bite when he was happy, and he would bite when he was angry. He would bite when he was lost in pleasure, and he would bite when he was being bullied too harshly.

The moment he bit down, it was as if a small electric current shot through him. The man’s eyes darkened instantly, and he reacted almost immediately.

 Doctor Lamb took two bites, one on each side, very symmetrical.
He raised his head, seeming very satisfied with his work, and nodded. “How is it? Do you feel a little better?”

Seth looked at him deeply, his voice slightly hoarse. “Doctor, I think I’m even sicker now.”
“…”
The little lamb looked down and fell silent.

“Doctor.” Seth took his hand, his fingers intertwining with his, holding it tightly. He said suggestively, “You might have to treat me with your own hands.”

Fang Chen paused, then struggled hard to free his hand from the man’s grip, and chuckled twice. “Don’t worry, this doctor can definitely cure you.”

 He pulled out a tie that looked a little familiar.

The man’s expression finally changed. “Where did you find that?”
Fang Chen snorted coldly. “You hid it quite well.”

 This tie was the gift Fang Chen had given him. The man usually cherished it greatly, wishing he could wear it every day, but also afraid of wearing it out.

Seeing Fang Chen holding the tie and measuring it against his lower body, Seth couldn’t help but say, “Don’t, it’ll get dirty, my precious.”

 Fang Chen glanced at him. “You’re afraid of it getting dirty now? Why didn’t you say that when you were tying me up with it?”

Seth was helpless. “How can that be the same? Yours isn’t dirty.”
He was disgusted with himself but loved the little lamb’s things to no end.

The little lamb’s face turned a little red, but he quickly put on a stern face again. “Don’t disturb me while I’m treating you! Lie back down.”

 Seth couldn’t win against him and could only lie back down, feeling the little lamb’s movements below. He closed his eyes, trying his best to endure, the veins on his temples bulging.

 The young man’s hands were rough, his fingers always accidentally brushing or touching, making Seth feel like he was about to explode. At this moment, he truly regretted starting this whole charade. He hadn’t gotten a bite of meat and was being tormented to no end.

It was finally tied. The little lamb tugged it a couple of times and chuckled. “How’s that? My medical skills aren’t bad, right? Just keep it tied like this for a week. It should be better by then.”

 Seth almost laughed in exasperation.

 How could he say that? Tied up for a week, it would probably be ruined.

 He looked up, his gaze heavy as he stared at Fang Chen.

Doctor Lamb felt a little guilty. “Alright, you don’t have to be tied up for that long. Just for tonight.”

 Seth gritted his teeth and said patiently, “Doctor, what are the next treatment steps?”
If there was no sweet reward at all, he couldn’t be blamed.

Doctor Lamb clapped his hands. “That’s all. Today’s treatment is over. Um… you can sleep by yourself tonight. Being tied up will help you calm down. I’m going to the guest room…”
Before he could finish, the man had already thrown off the quilt and gotten out of bed.

Fang Chen’s eyes widened. “You… put on some pants.”
For a rare moment, Seth swore at him. “You’ve already tied me up. What pants am I supposed to wear?”

 He directly lifted the little lamb by the waist, slung him over his shoulder, and threw him onto the bed.

The man said menacingly, “Doctor, treating patients like this, isn’t that a bit inappropriate?”
The young man stuck his neck out. “What’s wrong with it? I think it’s great!”

Seth ripped the tie off with one hand and threw it next to Fang Chen’s ear. The tie was wet. Seeing it right there in front of him made Fang Chen’s entire face turn red.

 He said, trying to act tough, “Don’t… this is medical malpractice, I’m telling you.”

Seth sneered. “Then let me teach the doctor how to treat my illness.”

For the rest of the night, Doctor Lamb was given an in-depth lesson. The patient was very patient, teaching him in many different ways, constantly asking if the doctor had learned.

 Doctor Lamb nodded while crying.
The patient gently told him that from now on, he had to use this method to treat him.

 Doctor Lamb tearfully announced that the hospital was closing its doors.

 The man chuckled at that.

 He reached up and brushed away the sweat-dampened bangs from the little lamb’s forehead, whispering, “Don’t worry, Doctor. I’ll open the door myself.”

Doctor Lamb didn’t even have the strength to speak anymore. He buried his head in the patient’s chest and used his last bit of strength to take a bite.

 Seth laughed with pleasure.

It wasn’t until almost dawn that this hearty and satisfying lesson finally came to an end.

 He carried the already fast-asleep Fang Chen to the bathroom for a wash, cleaned him up, and tucked him into the quilt. Before falling asleep, the little lamb swore in his heart that he would ignore Seth, but his body was incredibly honest. As soon as he was asleep, he automatically rolled into the man’s embrace like a sticky rice ball.

 Seth held the little lamb with one arm but wasn’t sleepy. He took out his phone with his other hand and found some boxing match videos to watch.

Fang Chen had been treated too roughly. Even after being cleaned, he still felt like there was something inside him. He had a short dream and woke up in the middle of it. Seeing Seth looking at his phone, he mumbled, “What time is it?”

 The man didn’t answer him. He put down his phone, lowered his head, and kissed him. The warm kisses went from his forehead to the tip of his nose and then to his lips, light as a dragonfly’s touch, yet dense and numerous.
 

The little lamb subconsciously pouted in response, but he was soon too sleepy to open his eyes and fell asleep with his head tilted.

 Seth looked down at him, feeling his heart swell, so full there was not a single gap left.

 He lay down too, held him tightly, and closed his eyes.

The Chinese New Year, which had been cast aside, was brought up by the man, causing the little lamb to immediately start thinking about it again, counting the days every day. He actually didn’t have much feeling for Chinese New Year before. This day of family reunion was, for him, only different from usual in that the delivery fees for takeout were a bit more expensive.
 

But this year was different.
 

Although he was abroad, he had a home. So, by extension, he began to look forward to this festival and even went on a big shopping trip to the supermarket with the man in advance.
 

The butler was usually responsible for purchasing things for the house, but Fang Chen specifically emphasized that this was a very important part of the Chinese New Year, called “shopping for New Year’s goods.”
 

Of course, Seth let him have his way.

The two went to a nearby supermarket. The man pushed the cart, and Fang Chen was only responsible for filling it up. Halfway through, Seth took a rough look. “So your ‘shopping for New Year’s goods’ is just buying snacks?”
 

Fang Chen smiled, his eyes curving. “It’s the same thing.”

The man tilted his chin up. “This should be enough. Eating too many snacks and you won’t eat your meals.”
 

Fang Chen huffed angrily. “Why do you only learn the bad things and not the good? Where did you learn all these weird health practices?”

Seth glanced at him. “I think it’s very useful. At least it has raised you well.”
 

“You mean raised me to be fat.”
Thinking of the little lamb’s plump bottom, the man nodded. “You have gotten a bit fatter. It’s better to be a bit fatter. You were too thin before.”
 

He didn’t even dare to grip his waist too hard when they were doing it.

Fang Chen didn’t want to continue this increasingly dirty conversation and quickly pushed the cart and ran off.
 

He didn’t expect this kind of supermarket to also sell spring couplets and lanterns. Although the prices were terrifyingly high, with Seth backing him now, the little lamb could also pay without blinking an eye.

A perfectly good European-style estate was now hung with big red lanterns. Several “happiness” characters were pasted on the Roman columns at the entrance, and spring couplets were on the door, creating a mix of Chinese and Western styles.
 

The little lamb, however, looked it over inside and out several times, becoming more and more satisfied, feeling that this was what a home should feel like.
He was muttering to himself at the entrance when Seth overheard a few words, directly picked him up, lowered his head, and kissed him. “This was always your home.”

On New Year’s Day, the little lamb woke up exceptionally early.
Seth wasn’t even awake yet, one arm wrapped around him, holding him in his embrace.
 

This was a rare sight. Usually, when Fang Chen woke up, the man had already finished his morning workout.
The little lamb quietly slipped out of the man’s embrace. Maybe Seth was sleeping too deeply, but he actually didn’t wake up.

Fang Chen was originally going to wake him up, but he blinked his eyes and suddenly remembered the videos Jamin had sent him. He hesitated for a second and then secretly slipped under the covers.
 

He wasn’t good with his mouth, only with his hands. Even so, he made a mess of himself.

When Seth woke up, he was stunned for two seconds. He thought he was dreaming, dreaming that the little lamb had tied him up with the tie again.
After waking up and processing it for two seconds, the man was, for a rare moment, shocked. Then he quickly threw off the covers.
The little lamb was sitting by his legs, his head buried, diligently rubbing the corn.
 

His vision suddenly cleared. The little lamb paused his movements and looked up, dazed.
 

Seth was both amused and exasperated. He tilted his chin up. “Baby, what are you doing?”

The little lamb said very proudly, “Wake-up service. How is it? Are you happy? My New Year’s gift to you.”
“…”
The man almost laughed in exasperation.
Good thing he woke up, or it would have been rubbed raw.
No skill, all emotion.

He said in a low voice, “Why are you so clumsy? Didn’t I teach you?”
 

Fang Chen thought for a moment before realizing he was talking about the first time he went to Seth’s villa and was dragged into the bathroom by him.
 

Fang Chen’s face felt a little hot. He bit his lip and whimpered, “You didn’t teach me well.”

Seth chuckled and beckoned to him. The little lamb hesitated for a moment but still moved closer, was pulled onto the man’s lap, and had his hand held, being taught hand over hand.
The comparison between their two hands was too great. But the man insisted on doing it this way, as if intentionally trying to shame him. After doing it to him once, he made the little lamb learn and do it again.
 

Early in the morning, he was forced to the point where the little lamb shed two pitiful tears, and the man had to quickly hold him and coax him. “Alright, we’ll stop. Don’t cry. I read online that it’s bad luck to cry on New Year’s Day.”

Fang Chen sniffled. “I’m never giving you a surprise again.”
Seth lowered his head and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, baby. I liked it very much.”
 

He reached for the headboard, pulled out a red paper envelope, and handed it to Fang Chen. “New Year’s money, baby.”

Fang Chen was stunned. “This… you know about this too?”
“I’ve done some research.”
 

For the first time, Fang Chen was a little at a loss when facing Seth. He bit his lip, his nose feeling a little tingly. “But… but I’m not your junior.”

Seth smiled, took his hand, and stuffed the envelope into it. “What does seniority have to do with it? Isn’t New Year’s money just to wish for peace and safety? I want my baby to be safe and sound forever.”
 

Fang Chen’s eyes were a little red, and his lips moved. “I… it’s my first time. In my whole life, it’s the first time someone has given me…”

Seth pulled him into his arms and patted his back gently. “From now on, I’ll give it to you every year.”
 

Fang Chen was moved for two seconds, then struggled out of his embrace, holding up the A4-sized red envelope that was bigger than his face, and asked seriously, “So what did you put in it? You didn’t print out a set of exercises for me, did you?”
 

What’s the difference between that and giving a child a practice book?

Seth paused, looking a little speechless. “In your eyes, am I that emotionally unintelligent?”
 

The little lamb pouted, then quickly looked at the man with expectant eyes. “Can I open it and see?”

“Go ahead.” The man stood up and took a fountain pen from the side. “Just in time to sign.”
 

The little lamb was startled, his hand that was opening the red envelope paused. “I have to sign?”

Seth hummed in agreement. “I’m selling you.”
Fang Chen snorted. “You wouldn’t dare.”
He said as he opened the red envelope. Inside was a stack of documents, all in English, mostly professional terms. Fang Chen struggled to read it for a few minutes, then raised his head. 

“Stock… transfer?”

“Mhm.”
 

Seth ruffled his head. “I have a few companies under my name. They’re doing quite well. You can just wait for the dividends.”
Fang Chen didn’t take the fountain pen. He hesitated for a moment and pushed the documents back. “Forget it. You’ve already given me enough.”
 

Not to mention the unlimited credit cards, Seth had also transferred a large sum of money to his personal account.

The man frowned. “Why won’t you take it? What’s the difference between mine and yours?”
 

He stood by the bed and pulled him into his arms. “I’m afraid you don’t feel secure, baby. It’s not just a home. I want to give you everything I can.”
 

Seth could feel that Fang Chen was a person who was very starved for love. He talked as if he didn’t care, but in reality, he was like a little dumpling, especially looking forward to someone holding him.
 

When they slept at night, he wished he could stuff his entire self into the man’s embrace, needing to be held tightly.

Fang Chen nuzzled against his chest, holding back the urge to cry. After a while, he said with a nasal voice, “Then in the future, am I really in charge of the money at home?”
 

Seth chuckled. “Yes.”
 

“Then from now on, you have to report to me when you buy things. You can’t buy what I say you can’t buy.”
 

“Okay.”
 

The little lamb raised his head. “Then first, cancel the order for the little clamps you placed on that platform the other day. I saw it secretly. You even bought the ones with bells. I’m not wearing those.”

Seth was speechless.
So all his cleverness was used on him.
Fang Chen no longer hesitated. He picked up the fountain pen and signed the contract decisively. After capping the pen, he said domineeringly, “Seth, do you want to change your name to Xi Qiang?”
 

The man didn’t understand his meaning, raised an eyebrow, and gestured for him to continue.
The little lamb put his hands together under his chin and looked at him with round, blinking eyes.
 

“Because my Qiang is here.” [“Because my strong one is here.” / A pun on a meme.]
“…”

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Author’s Note:

 Mini-theater

 Fang Chen was watching Coco at home again, holding Little Chicken Feather and crying his eyes out.

 The man handed him a tissue and took the opportunity to squeeze the dog occupying Fang Chen’s embrace out. “Don’t cry, baby.”

 Coco was inexplicably pushed to the floor, wagged his tail, and walked away.

 Seth pulled the little lamb into his arms and kissed his ear. “Why do you cry every time you watch it? You’re not allowed to watch it next time.”

 Fang Chen sniffled. “You’re even controlling what movies I watch!”

 “Mhm, you cry every time you watch this one.”

 The man said bluntly, “And when you cry, I get hard.”

 Fang Chen turned his head and looked at the man in disbelief, with a “you’ve got to be kidding me” expression on his face.

 Seth took his wrist and guided it downwards. “I’m not lying.”

 “…”

 The man asked calmly, “Still want to watch?”

 Fang Chen shook his head in a second. “Nope, not watching anymore.”