① After the Wedding

The day after the wedding, friends and family left the small island one after another. Fang Chen had originally planned to return to New York City with them, but he was stopped by Seth.

“Since you’re already here, my dear island owner, don’t you want to take a good look around your little island?”

Hearing Seth say this, Fang Chen hesitated for a moment. He thought that since he was on vacation anyway, he might as well have some fun.

Although he might be tormented quite miserably if he stayed.

But they were married now.

Shouldn’t men become more mature?

Seth probably wouldn’t fool around too much.

Obviously.

The Little Lamb still didn’t have a thorough enough understanding of Seth’s perversions.

On their first day on the island, it rained outside during the day, so it seemed very peaceful, and nothing happened for the time being.

Fang Chen was lying on the large bed, reading a magazine. This was left behind by Jamin, featuring a group of male models wearing nothing but their underwear. However, the chest chains these male models were wearing were quite nice.

The Little Lamb thought seriously.

Doesn’t it hurt?

Last time Seth just clipped it on him for a second and he lost it.

He was so engrossed in his reading that he didn’t notice the man walking in from behind with a fruit platter. Seth stood behind him, glanced down, and his face grew darker.

On the very first day of their marriage, he was already looking at other men. This was unacceptable.

However, the man didn’t act up immediately. He secretly kept a tally against this Little Lamb in his heart, but on the surface, he remained calm. “Baby, have some fruit.”

“Huh?”

The Little Lamb crawled up from the bed, turned his head to look at the man, and opened his mouth directly to him.

Seth forked a piece of apple and fed him.

He asked, pretending to be casual, “What are you looking at so intently? Are you studying? If there are any questions you don’t understand, you can ask me.”

When Seth said this, the Little Lamb became a little embarrassed and hid the magazine behind his back. “No, just looking around.”

The man said nothing, fed the Little Lamb a few more pieces of fruit, and then asked him if he wanted to go out and play.

Fang Chen turned his head and looked out the window. “The rain has stopped.”

Seth wiped his mouth. “The weather isn’t hot right now, so it’s a good time to go out. What do you say, little island owner, want to go on an inspection tour?”

Fang Chen had been cooped up all day, so when he heard Seth say this, he quickly nodded. “Okay.”

He crawled out of bed and changed his clothes. The sun was gone outside, but he still put on a straw hat that covered half of his face.

Seth wrapped his arm around him. “Let’s go, little island owner. I’ll take you to pick coconuts first.”

The layout of the entire island was roughly divided into two parts. One side was the beach where they were now, and the other half was the forest behind it. However, it had already been developed, with no poisonous snakes or fierce beasts, making it very safe.

It was already getting late, the sun was a dim yellow. Seth didn’t plan to take Fang Chen into the forest behind them. He just led him for a walk along the beach and picked up two coconuts under a tree.

There was a tool basket under the tree. Seth opened a coconut, inserted a straw, and gave it to Fang Chen to drink.

With the sea breeze blowing and drinking coconut water, Fang Chen let out a comfortable sigh.

Seth looked at him and asked at the right time, “Want to rest for a while? There’s a lounge chair up ahead. We can watch the sunset.”

The little lazy lamb agreed in a second. “Okay.”

The corner of the man’s lip twitched.

It was a double lounge chair, almost as big as a bed. Fang Chen didn’t find it strange at all and just asked, “When was this put here?”

Seth leaned over and kissed him. “I had someone put it here yesterday.”

The Little Lamb had just comfortably lain down when the man’s hand reached over and pulled him into his arms.

After a quiet two seconds, the man’s large hand moved down, stopped on his bottom, and gave it a squeeze, neither lightly nor heavily.

The Little Lamb finally sensed that something was wrong. His eyes widened slightly, and he struggled to sit up. “Um, why don’t we go back?”

Seth smiled at him. “Go back for what? To continue looking at your male model magazine?”

Fang Chen, “…”

He tried hard to explain, “No, you think I’m looking at the male models, but actually, I’m not looking at the male models.”

Seth couldn’t be bothered to listen to his nonsense. With a tug of his large hand, he pulled the Little Lamb’s pants down. “Are you trying to be philosophical with me? You think I’m fcking you, but actually, I’m not fcking you.”

The Little Lamb’s vision went black again and again.

He wanted to dodge to the side, but the man’s arm was tightly wrapped around him. Even struggling was a luxury.

In the end, he could only compromise. “Not here, Seth, hubby, can we go back to the room, please?”

Seth lowered his head and kissed him. “Fine. Once here, and once again back in the room. I’ll satisfy you.”

Fang Chen was so angry he wanted to curse.

In the room and outdoors were two completely different feelings, especially since the sky hadn’t completely darkened yet. The dim yellow sunlight fell on his body, and the sense of shame made the Little Lamb’s whole body tremble slightly.

The man lowered his head to kiss him while muttering, “Baby, so beautiful. You’re pink.”

After saying that, he added, “I mean your body.”

Fang Chen clenched his fists.

Of course, it’s my body! Where else could it be!!

Although the lounge chair was a double and looked big, it seemed a bit small with Seth added to it.

Seth picked up the Little Lamb and had him sit on him.

Fang Chen’s two legs were as soft as noodles. If it weren’t for Seth supporting his waist, he would have fallen long ago.

He hatefully scratched the man’s chest muscles, leaving red marks.

On the entire island, there was no one else but them. Out in the open, they were doing the most absurd and intimate thing in the world, known only to the sea breeze and the waves.

② Coco’s School Diary

While walking the dog, Fang Chen quickly hit it off with the surrounding residents.

They even created a “Dog Friends Group.”

In the group, someone recommended a nearby pet school, which was said to be very well-known. Dogs who studied there were said to have great prospects in the future.

Although Fang Chen didn’t know what kind of prospects a dog could have, isn’t that just how parents are? They want to give their children the best of everything.

He immediately took a flyer home.

Seth had always only been interested in matters concerning Fang Chen; other things didn’t really register in his mind. He casually said “mm,” “Whatever you decide is fine, baby.”

Fang Chen slapped the flyer in front of him, his face serious. “You must participate in this. There’s a written test and an interview.”

Seth finally lowered his eyes and glanced at the silly little feather on the floor. “A written test and an interview? For him?”

“Of course not!”

Fang Chen pointed his finger. “For us.”

Just like the high-end kindergartens for human children, this pet school also required parents to take an exam. Fang Chen brought home a pile of books, studying more diligently than he did for his own studies.

He looked as if he was determined to send Coco to a top institution.

At first, Seth didn’t express any opinion and let Fang Chen do as he pleased. But as things got a little out of control, one night Seth called Fang Chen to bed, but Fang Chen was still practicing his spoken English in front of the mirror, vowing to pass the interview in one go.

The man couldn’t take it anymore and carried the Little Lamb back to the bedroom.

“Stop fussing. It’s just a school. I’ll contact them tomorrow and donate a batch of equipment. Let alone getting in, you can make Coco an honorary director if you want.”

The Little Lamb’s worldview was overturned. He stared with wide eyes. “Then why didn’t you say so earlier?”

Seth was amused. “I saw you were having fun.”

But staying up late was not acceptable.

It interfered with Seth’s dinner.

The man swore to defend his rights.

Seth lowered his head, rolled up his clothes, and kissed his lower abdomen. “I really can’t imagine, if you had a child, how you would spoil him.”

Fang Chen’s face reddened at his words. He kicked him with his foot. “Don’t you go crazy again.”

It had happened several times before. The man would go crazy, using the excuse that filling him up would lead to a baby, and tormenting Fang Chen to the point where his legs would go weak at the sight of a bed.

Coco barked at the door at the right time.

Fang Chen remembered. “I haven’t given him his snack tonight yet.”

Seth refused to let him go. “Don’t feed him. He should lose some weight, eating eight meals a day.”

But Fang Chen wouldn’t have it. He kicked Seth several times to make him go. The man had no choice but to endure the feeling of about to explode and reluctantly got out of bed.

At the door, Coco, unaware of what was about to happen, was wagging his tail in anticipation.

The man, with a cold face, poured him some snacks. Watching the little feather happily burying his head to eat, he coldly pronounced his sentence, “You’re going to school tomorrow. Don’t come home until you get first place.”

The little feather, “Woof woof!”

The next day, the little feather’s parents were called because he ate too much and stole the Samoyed next door’s food bowl.

③ The Roommate’s Gift

When he moved out of the dormitory, his roommate had given Fang Chen a gift box, but Fang Chen had just thrown it in his suitcase and forgotten about it over time.

Later, while packing, he found the gift box. He opened it casually, and the contents spilled out.

What?

A piece of clothing?

Fang Chen picked it up, opened it to look, and his face instantly turned beet red.

It was a piece of sexy lingerie.

Black, the fabric was almost transparent, especially… Fang Chen held a few straps, thinking seriously, is this really a pair of panties?

Fang Chen subconsciously wanted to hide this piece of clothing, especially from Seth.

But then he suddenly remembered something and paused.

It seemed that Valentine’s Day was approaching.

And he didn’t know what to give as a gift.

Fang Chen looked at the clothes in his hand.

Maybe… gift himself?

After graduating from WK, Seth established his own professional boxing team and had his own brand. He had been organizing two matches recently and was swamped with work.

But he never missed a chance to surprise Fang Chen. He had pre-ordered a beautiful diamond bracelet and planned to give it to the Little Lamb in the evening.

He just didn’t expect that the Little Lamb had also prepared a surprise for him.

When he returned in the evening, the apartment was dark.

Seth frowned. He remembered that Fang Chen didn’t have a late class today. Why wasn’t he back yet?

Just as he was about to call the Little Lamb, he heard a rustling sound, followed by the youth’s delicate voice, “Hubby?”

Seth subconsciously turned on the light. The next second, his gaze froze.

In the corner of the living room, the youth stood barefoot, wearing black pajamas. To call them pajamas was an understatement. It was a few lace straps crisscrossed together.

The black straps, the white skin, the impact of this image made Seth freeze on the spot. His breathing quickened, and all the blood in his body rushed downward.

Fang Chen’s voice was timid. “Hubby, can you turn off the lights?”

What more could be said?

As long as it wasn’t turning off the chicken, turning off anything was fine.

The man flicked the switch with a “slap,” his voice hoarse. “Baby, you’re really… I love you, baby.”

He strode over, as if he couldn’t wait another minute, and directly pulled the person into his arms.

A spray of hot kisses fell randomly on Fang Chen’s face. “Baby, how are you so beautiful? You’re so good-looking, wife.”

He reached out to pull at the straps, but Fang Chen stopped him. “I’m not showing you this for free. There are conditions.”

Seth smiled. “Wife, what is there that I wouldn’t give you?”

“One strap, in exchange for one night of not doing it.”

The man was silent.

Fang Chen twisted in his arms, the smooth skin rubbing against him. “So petty, hubby.”

Seth gritted his teeth.

Fine. What’s one night?

He tugged with his large hand, and a strap fell to the floor.

Like a domino effect, the straps on his upper body fell one after another. He was held in the man’s arms, and dense kisses fell on him.

Not long after, the man, having tasted sweetness, began to reach out and pull again.

Fang Chen quickly stopped him. “The second strap is for two nights.”

The man frowned slightly. “The price is going up.”

Fang Chen sneered. “If you’re not happy, then forget it. Let go.”

Was there any reason to let go of the meat that was already at his lips?

The man gritted his teeth and pulled it right off.

Another strap fell to the floor.

But this time, there was no change like before. This strap was tied around his waist and didn’t do much.

The Little Lamb smiled. “You pulled the wrong one, hubby. The next one is for four nights.”

The man at this moment was like a gambler who had lost. His eyes were red with frustration. He bet his entire fortune and buried his head, pulling at the straps one by one.

Four nights, eight nights, sixteen nights.

The youth was like a demon, counting in his ear.

In the end, the man couldn’t care less. He just picked up the person and walked towards the bedroom.

He looked as if he was going to enjoy tonight and worry about the rest later.

…

The next day at noon, Fang Chen got up from bed and, surprisingly, did not see Seth.

He got up, draping his clothes over himself, and saw the man in the study, smoking in silence.

Seth had quit smoking for a while. At this moment, he looked a bit haggard, a cigarette between his teeth. In front of him was a piece of paper with many numbers scribbled and crossed out, looking like he was calculating something.

Fang Chen’s heart thumped.

What happened that was so serious! Why does he look like he’s about to go bankrupt?

He asked tentatively, “Hubby, what’s wrong?”

The man looked up at him, his expression pained. “Baby, I can’t sleep with you for two months.”

He fiercely extinguished the cigarette. “I’m quitting gambling!”

“…”

④ Returning to China

Returning to China had been planned for a while.

Although Fang Chen had transmigrated into a book, after spending so much time abroad, he naturally wanted to go back and see it.

He didn’t contact anyone from the Fang family. Of course, he couldn’t contact them either. The Fang family had blocked him long ago.

Before setting off, Fang Chen was still enthusiastically making plans, creating a spreadsheet for himself.

He showed Seth a few hotels. “We have to book our accommodation in advance. I don’t have a place to stay in China.”

Seth held him in his arms and lowered his head to kiss him. “You do.”

“Huh?”

The man patted his bottom. “Tomorrow I’ll have someone sort out the assets in your name and show you.”

Fang Chen looked stunned. “You bought me a house?”

“How could I let you have no place to stay? Baby, I will make sure that every place you go, you will have a home of your own.”

Fang Chen wrapped his arms around his neck. “Hubby, I love you so much, and your money.”

Seth said, amused, “It’s your money.”

The Bolton family’s business spanned various fields. In the last two years, they had focused on robotics and had several branches abroad. This time, it was also considered an inspection tour.

The two packed their luggage and set off.

Fang Chen was very excited. He could finally speak Chinese anytime, anywhere on the streets.

He thought that since he was back in his own country, he had to be a good host. He had to make proper arrangements for Seth.

As soon as the plane landed, he immediately took out his phone. “Don’t worry, our country is very developed now. I’ll call a car online.”

Seth held his hand. “I’ve arranged for someone to pick us up.”

“Ah…”

Just as they got their luggage and went out, someone immediately came up to them, took their suitcases, and sent the two of them directly to a car.

After such a long car ride, it was impossible not to be tired. The Little Lamb hadn’t eaten much on the way. Seth’s heart ached a little. He stroked his hair. “Are you hungry?”

As soon as he said this, the Little Lamb immediately perked up. “You must be hungry. I’ll order takeout.”

“Don’t eat outside food. The chef at home has already prepared the dishes, all your favorites.”

“Ah…”

Who was arranging for whom!

The Little Lamb was thus arranged for, plain and simple. The car drove through the city, into a villa area, and stopped. Seth took the Little Lamb’s hand and got out of the car.

“I bought it in a hurry. I don’t know if you’ll like it. It’s okay if you don’t. We can pick another one.”

He talks about houses as if they were cabbages.

Fang Chen was really fed up with these rich people.

Alright, he was a rich person now too.

After entering the villa, a middle-aged woman came up, smiling. “Sir is back. The meal is ready, and the bathwater upstairs has been drawn.”

Seth patted the Little Lamb. “Go take a bath first, then eat, and then have a good sleep. You’ve had a long journey. I feel like you’ve lost weight.”

Fang Chen was thus dazedly pushed into the bathroom by the man, had a delicious meal—the man must have given instructions in advance, as every dish was to Fang Chen’s taste—and after eating, he was still struggling to ask Seth if he had any travel plans, but the man unceremoniously tucked him into bed.

“Shh, baby, you have dark circles. Let’s adjust to the time difference. Just have a good sleep first, okay? Don’t worry about other things. Wherever you want to go is fine. I’ll arrange everything.”

The man lay down beside him, patting him gently, and coaxing, “Sleep, wife.”

Fang Chen was thus coaxed to sleep, all fresh and dewy.

Before falling asleep, he couldn’t help but wonder.

Did he go abroad or come back to his home country? How come Seth, a foreigner, is more familiar with the place than he is?

For the next two days, it was just as Seth had said. Wherever Fang Chen wanted to go was fine. He didn’t need to worry about anything. Seth had arranged everything perfectly.

After a day or two, Fang Chen gave up.

The feeling of being taken care of was quite nice. No wonder everyone liked to be a salted fish.

Seth had come out this time for work, to inspect the company. After playing with Fang Chen for two days, he started to get busy with work. Fang Chen became idle again. Without Seth to accompany him, he was too lazy to go out and stayed at home watching movies for two days.

Until Seth came back this day and had someone send him a suit, along with some expensive accessories.

“There’s a reception tonight. Will you accompany me, baby?”

Fang Chen had never been fond of such occasions and was about to refuse when the man spoke first, “Wife, you know, my Chinese isn’t very good. I can’t handle it on my own.”

Such an actor.

As if he doesn’t have an assistant or a translator.

But Fang Chen fell for it. As soon as he saw the man acting weak, his heart would soften. He hesitated for a moment, picked up the suit, “Alright then. But I can’t drink, so I can’t help you with that.”

The man chuckled and hugged him. “You’re my wife. Who would ask you to take drinks for me?”

Fang Chen had attended two such events with Seth in New York City and found them boring. He would usually take advantage of the time when the man was talking to others to go to the dessert table and eat small cakes.

He planned to do the same today.

It was different here than abroad. When Seth, a tall and strong foreigner, walked in, he naturally attracted everyone’s attention, including Fang Chen who was standing next to him.

Fang Chen was no longer the little lamb who would get nervous when watched by many people. He adapted well to the crowd’s gaze, and after scanning the room, he quickly found his target for the trip: the dessert table.

Sensing the youth’s gaze, Seth squeezed his palm, amused. “Go on, but don’t eat too much. You’ll get bloated and a toothache.”

Fang Chen obediently agreed, “Okay.”

But when he got to the dessert table, it was a different story.

One of this, one of that, and this one too.

Because he had a toothache a while ago, Seth didn’t let him eat small cakes much. Fang Chen was craving them badly.

Taking a bite of a small cake, Fang Chen frowned slightly. The cakes he had been eating before were all made by a pastry chef at home hired by Seth. The taste couldn’t compare. His palate had been spoiled. When eating things from outside, he always felt the taste was not quite right.

He forced himself to eat one, then put down his fork. Suddenly, he heard someone call him from behind. “Fang Chen?”

Here it comes.

That nervous feeling of being suddenly called by name.

Fang Chen helplessly turned his head. Opposite him was a youth about his age, wearing a silver suit. He looked quite good, but the look he gave Fang Chen was not friendly.

He gritted his teeth. “You still have the face to come back?”

Huh?

Fang Chen searched his mind for a bit. Oh, this was the real young master from the book he had transmigrated into.

Fang Yan stared at him. “You were already kicked out. Who allowed you to come back?”

Fang Chen wiped his mouth. “What’s wrong? Did you buy out the entire S City? Did you become the mayor?”

Fang Yan, “…”

No matter when he argued with Fang Chen, he was always utterly defeated.

Fang Yan was so angry he wanted to say something more, but he was stopped by Fang Ting from behind. “Yanyan.”

Fang Yan’s eyes turned red. “Bro! You’re not going to protect him, are you? He’s just an impostor.”

“Who’s the impostor?”

Seth had walked over at some point, wrapped his arm around Fang Chen, and pulled him into his arms. He looked up, his expression cold. “Fang Chen is my lover. His shares are equal to mine. He is the second master of the Bolton family. I will not allow anyone to speak to him with any disrespect.”

Seth was speaking Chinese, his pronunciation perfect, his words firm.

Opposite him, Fang Yan gritted his teeth, wanting to say something more, but when he looked up, he was stunned by Seth’s cold gaze. His lips moved, but in the end, he said nothing.

“Sorry, my younger brother is a bit insensible. Please don’t mind him.”

Fang Ting pulled at Fang Yan. “Stop it, Yanyan.”

Fang Chen didn’t want to have anything to do with the Fang family. He gave them a faint glance, then turned and left.

Fang Yan clenched his fists.

He saw the fake who he had driven out of the country in disgrace, now wearing clothes and accessories many times more luxurious than his own. And the foreigner who had been surrounded by everyone just now was following closely by his side, his expression no longer hard, whispering softly, as if coaxing him.

“See? Fang Chen is not someone we can afford to offend now. Let the past be the past. Don’t think about it anymore.”

Fang Ting patted his shoulder. “Pull yourself together. You need to smile. We still have to go toast his husband, to flatter him, to congratulate him, for the sake of our orders for the next quarter.”

…

Coming out of the noisy reception, Seth rubbed Fang Chen’s cheek. “Baby, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have brought you here. I made you unhappy.”

Fang Chen smiled. “I’m not unhappy. Didn’t you help me slap them in the face? A lamb borrowing a wolf’s prestige. Now no one dares to mess with me!”

Seth lowered his head and kissed his forehead. “Fang Chen, I promise, from now on, I will never let you suffer any grievance again.”

Fang Chen stood on his tiptoes and kissed his chin. “Then you have to carry me back.”

Seth smiled. “Okay.”

The road back was long. The man carried the Little Lamb on his back, walking step by step, very steadily.

He would always carry his little lamb, let his little lamb step on him, to see a bigger world, to live a better life.