PBMM CH23

Just as the two were wrapped in tender affection, Yan Xizhi walked right in without knocking. Seeing the youth shyly leave Feng Xinyang’s embrace, he lightly raised his slightly delicate eyebrows, his tone intimate, “A-Qing, I’m ordering takeout. What do you want to eat?”

He Qing waved his hands repeatedly, “No need, Xizhi. We’re going home right away; we won’t trouble you.”

Go home… these two words rolled playfully around on his tongue. The beautiful man’s face showed no gloom, “Eat before you leave; it won’t make a difference if you stay a bit longer anyway. I also happen to want to discuss Xinyang’s family matters with him. Even though I can’t help much, I can still help a little.”

Feng Xinyang frowned slightly, his perfectly straight spine stiffening a bit, “There’s no need. Living at your place these past few days, I ruined quite a few of your things. Send me the bill, I’ll make up for it all when I get back.”

“Make up for what!” Yan Xizhi’s peach blossom eyes smiled brightly, but his gaze toward his friend was full of threat. “We’re bros, don’t we share good things together? What’s mine is yours.”

Feng Xinyang’s eyes darkened.

The youth looked at him, then at the smiling Yan Xizhi. Even though they were smiling, he couldn’t help but feel the atmosphere was a bit bizarre. Just as he couldn’t figure it out, he heard his lover say, “A-Qing, there are ingredients in the kitchen downstairs. Go make some food, consider it repaying Xizhi for taking me in these past few days.”

The word ‘repaying’ was emphasized heavily. Now, it was Yan Xizhi’s turn to look displeased.

“Okay.” Although he felt a bit uneasy, the young doctor still nodded obediently and agreed. Once he went out, the barely maintained peaceful atmosphere instantly became incredibly tense.

Yan Xizhi leaned against the wall, looking at Feng Xinyang’s vigilant eyes, and suddenly sneered, “What? Planning to play the devoted lover now?”

“It’s my fault this time. I’ll compensate you. How about that plot of land in Xinnan?”

“Xinyang.” Yan Xizhi dropped his smile. “That plot of land in the north of the city, and the land I asked Zhao He to buy in Liucheng, I’ll give them both to you. Let me have A-Qing, how about it?”

Feng Xinyang remained silent.

“See?” Yan Xizhi shrugged. “Even you aren’t willing to let go, do you think I would let go?”

His peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, as if reminiscing about something, “I really think your taste this time is quite good. If I get my hands on him, it’ll definitely be great. We can play a bit longer this time. Zhao He has always liked this type, when the time comes, the three of us could…”

Feng Xinyang, who was on the bed, lunged forward like a leopard, but Yan Xizhi dodged with quick eyes and fast hands. The punch landed on the wall with a heavy, muffled thud. The beautiful man who barely dodged looked at his friend in disbelief, “Are you crazy!”

“Don’t you want to kick that bastard out anymore!”

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[Ding! Feng Xinyang’s favorability: 79]

He Qing was picking vegetables, carefully sorting out the mushrooms that Feng Xinyang loved to eat. Hearing the notification, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: [We can ignore Little Cutie Yangyang for now. The focus now should be on Xizhi.]

[Host, friendly reminder: Yan Xizhi has some flawed understandings regarding emotions.]

[It’s fine.] He Qing put the mushrooms away one by one and pressed his lips into a small smile. [It’s better this way.] This way, when he realizes he’s wrong, the pain will be truly piercing.

When Yan Xizhi came over fully satisfied, he happened to see the youth’s expectant little smile. Immediately, he couldn’t help but curl up a smile himself. Taking large strides forward, he asked, “A-Qing, what are you smiling about?”

Seeing it was him, the youth put down the mushrooms somewhat embarrassedly, “Just thinking that Xinyang always eats more when he sees mushrooms.” As he spoke, his expectant gaze brushed past the man and looked straight behind him: “Where’s Xinyang? Didn’t he come down?”

Feng Xinyang again!

Yan Xizhi almost couldn’t maintain the smile on his face. Why was it that every time, A-Qing only had Feng Xinyang in his eyes? He was such a good-looking, beautiful person standing right here, couldn’t A-Qing see him?

But thinking of the agreement he just made with Feng Xinyang, he brightened up again.

Smiling until his eyes curved, the man oozing with charm leaned close to the youth and said excitedly, “He’s upstairs. A-Qing, let me help you cook.”

“No need, no need, this meal is to thank you, how could I let you cook! Xinyang has troubled you quite a bit these past few days, I should do it.” The youth’s smile was gentle and his tone soft, yet they felt like sharp arrows piercing straight into Yan Xizhi’s heart.

He smiled stiffly, “It’s fine. Xinyang is Xinyang, and you are you.”

The youth’s face turned red. He lowered his eyes somewhat shyly, though his hands didn’t stop moving: “I am Xinyang’s boyfriend, after all.”

Yan Xizhi took a deep breath, “Then I’ll go outside and clear the table.”

As soon as he turned around, the man’s face darkened. He sat on the sofa with a gloomy face all the way, sulking, even though he didn’t know why he was getting angry over such trivial things! According to his previous logic, it didn’t matter if A-Qing liked Feng Xinyang, because sooner or later, the person would end up in his bed anyway. But just now, hearing the youth call out ‘Xinyang’ over and over again, that gaze, that tone…

Even though he had persuaded Feng Xinyang, A-Qing had never even acknowledged his existence in his eyes. He had to think of a way to break this situation…

Just as he was thinking, his phone rang. When Yan Xizhi saw the name on it, his eyes immediately lit up.

When Feng Xinyang came downstairs, despite his best efforts to conceal it, one could still tell his expression wasn’t very good. He Qing set the food down and gave him a worried look. Thinking he was just unhappy because of his family issues, he thought for a moment and scooped out a bowl of mushroom soup.

Seeing his favorite dish, Xinyang should feel a bit happier.

They took their seats. Seeing the mushroom soup in front of him, Feng Xinyang’s complexion indeed improved a bit. Before his mood could fully warm up, however, Yan Xizhi said coolly, “Hezi is back. I told him to come straight to my place.”

Hezi was exactly Zhao He among them, and also a participant in this so-called love game. As to why Yan Xizhi asked him to come, his motives were self-evident.

“Bang!” Feng Xinyang abruptly slammed his chopsticks down and glared at him angrily: “Yan Xizhi, what is the meaning of this!”

“Whatever you mean is what I mean!” Yan Xizhi wasn’t afraid in the slightest. He tilted his chin up slightly, adopting an arrogant ‘I’m the absolute boss’ posture.

He Qing was drinking water and jolted in fright. He held his cup in confusion and looked at the two of them, not understanding why they were suddenly fighting. Was it because of this ‘Hezi’?

While the atmosphere was stiff, the doorbell rang from outside. The youth quickly got up holding his cup and walked toward the door.

Seeing him go, Yan Xizhi flashed a cheeky, sleazy smile at his infuriated friend, “Relax, we agreed. If you don’t consent, I absolutely won’t take A-Qing to bed.”

Of course, whether Zhao He would take A-Qing to bed, he couldn’t be sure.

Feng Xinyang gritted his teeth tightly in anger. For the first time, he began to regret why he ever became acquainted with these scoundrel friends!

The young doctor had no idea of his lover’s state of mind at this moment. Full of curiosity, he opened the door, wanting to see the true face of the ‘Hezi’ that caused the two to argue.

The door opened. A handsome man carrying a slightly gloomy and depressed aura stood outside. Hearing the door open, he lifted his lowered eyes, his gaze meeting He Qing’s.

—Clang!

The cup fell to the floor, splashing water everywhere, but the youth turned a deaf ear to it. His gentle eyes stared blankly at the man, and his voice was hoarse and obscure as he rasped, “A-He…”

Zhao He’s pupils shrank sharply. His gloomy face instantly became dyed with hatred. His gaze clamped onto the stunned youth in front of him like a venomous snake, his tone icy and disgusted to the extreme: “He Qing.”