PBMM CH7

Warm breath sprayed against his neck, and He Qing began to feel that something wasn’t quite right. He withdrew his hands, placing them somewhat stiffly by his sides. “Then, Uncle Lin, I’ll go upstairs first.”

“Aren’t you going to eat dinner?”

In the past, Lin Chi had always fed He Qing, but now…

“No need, Uncle Lin, you should rest early too…” He Qing practically fled in panic, gripping his crutches and leaving with a rapid thud-thud-thud. Lin Cheng watched him the whole time. Seeing him struggling to spin around the staircase, simply unable to find the right path, he strode forward with his long legs, closing the distance in a few steps.

“I’ll walk you.”

Just like before, without waiting for a refusal, he supported the teenager’s waist. He Qing broke free from the hand holding him. From Lin Cheng’s angle, he could see the teenager’s eyelashes trembling uneasily. Lin Cheng suddenly asked, “Can you apply the medicine to your eyes yourself at night?”

The large, misty eyes blinked blankly. With a hint of anticipation, the teenager said, “I just need to keep them covered with gauze at night. The doctor said I can get surgical treatment in another seven days.”

“In another… seven days?” Lin Cheng repeated thoughtfully. Seeing the teenager tilt his head in confusion, he didn’t say anything else, quietly escorting him all the way into his room.

After the fresh scent of mint vanished outside the door, He Qing let out a heavy sigh of relief.

[System~]

[What is it.]

[Has Lin Chi’s dad taken a liking to me?]

Although it was very brief, the system still gave an affirmative answer: [Mn.]

He Qing slowly fumbled for the gauze on the table and wrapped it around his face. [System~ How many days do we have left?]

[There are 24 days left. Lin Chi’s favorability is 83, mission completion is at 83 percent. Please continue to keep up the good work, Host.]

It was Lin Chi’s first time representing Lin Cheng at a meeting. After the meeting ended, feeling somewhat nervous, he was in the washroom when he heard a voice coming from a stall: “President Lin, I’ve already sent people to look for them, please rest assured!”

Lin Chi was very familiar with this voice. It belonged to the vice president who had accompanied him to the meeting this time. Along the way, his attitude towards Lin Chi had been natural and un-fawning, occasionally offering thoughtful tips on workplace matters. The hand he was about to use to push open the door froze.

He didn’t know what was said on the other end, but the vice president gave a few affirmative hums and hung up. Lin Chi didn’t move, waiting quietly. A few seconds later, the vice president made another call, but the contents this time made Lin Chi’s entire body plunge into an ice cellar.

“About having you guys look for any suitable children within President Lin’s bloodline, how is the search going?”

“How should I know why President Lin is setting aside the already grown-up Lin Chi and looking for another heir instead? The intel we got before clearly stated that once Lin Chi graduated, President Lin would let him enter the company, but two days ago he suddenly changed his mind. Alright, I won’t say anymore, I’m still on a business trip here, you guys make sure to search thoroughly!”

The door to the next stall opened, and the sound of shoes hitting the floor gradually faded away. It wasn’t until the sound of the washroom door opening again reached his ears that he abruptly snapped back to his senses.

“President Lin, it has been done as you instructed. Young Master Chi’s complexion hasn’t looked very good since.”

“Keep watching him.” Lin Cheng hung up the phone. His long legs stood outside He Qing’s room. He knocked gently on the door. There was no movement inside. He patiently knocked a few more times before He Qing’s somewhat hesitant voice drifted out.

Lin Cheng pushed the door open and walked in. The gauze-blindfolded teenager ‘looked’ in his direction with some bewilderment. In a soft voice, groggy from having just been asleep, he mumbled, “Uncle Lin? What’s wrong?”

He Qing was wearing pajamas. Except for his collarbones and wrists, nothing else was exposed. Lin Cheng’s gaze fell upon his delicate collarbones, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. The man’s voice was magnetic and raspy, “I have to go on a business trip tonight. Lin Chi will be back tomorrow morning. If he comes back drunk, there’s a phone on your table. It has voice-activated unlocking; pressing 1 will call my number.”

Although the teenager was a bit confused by the situation, he still obediently nodded in agreement. Living under the Lin family’s roof, he absolutely refused to let himself become a burden.

The door quickly closed, and the footsteps gradually faded away. He Qing lay back down on the bed. [Sleep, sleep. I still have a big show to put on tomorrow, I need to rest up and gather my energy~]

[What big show?] The system asked with rare curiosity.

[Want to know? Give me a thousand points~]

The system went silent. He Qing didn’t mind, blissfully going back to sleep.

—He Qing was kissed awake.

He moved his hands in confusion, only to find both of them pinned above his head by a single, powerful large hand, locked into a bizarre posture where he couldn’t exert any strength. Someone was pressing down on him, warm lips pecking at his cheeks again and again. He Qing couldn’t see, but the scent of lavender mixed with the smell of alcohol made him certain this was Lin Chi.

“A-Chi…” He shook his head somewhat in panic, trying to dodge the kisses from the person above. Shyness dyed his cheeks. He was completely baffled, yet simultaneously felt a bit of sweetness, along with a tiny bit of fear. After all, ever since they established their relationship, they had never had any intimate contact.

The teenager tried to make his lover stop, his voice soft and sweet: “A-Chi, don’t be like this… you’re drunk…”

This tone of voice genuinely made it impossible for anyone to stop, so the kisses from above grew even more intense. Because they were officially a couple, He Qing’s resistance wasn’t very fierce either. Thus, his pajamas were quickly unbuttoned, exposing his somewhat frail, pale waist to the air. The blindfolded teenager’s hands had already been released; he was aroused too.

The two embraced each other, the sweet, fresh scent of lavender filling the air. In the first eighteen years of his life, He Qing had never been this intimate with anyone, and he was quickly kissed into a dizzy, disoriented stupor.

Just as the large hand with thin calluses traced across his waist and attempted to move further down, the dizzy teenager abruptly jolted awake. Grabbing that hand, his timid voice asked hesitantly: “A-Chi… why aren’t you saying anything?”

The person above didn’t answer, simply withdrawing his hand to embrace and kiss him again. Soon, He Qing, kissed back into a daze, completely forgot about this question, his hands resting dependently on the man’s back, letting him do whatever he pleased.

Of the two embracing on the bed, the tall, exceptionally handsome man completely contrasted his usual cold aloofness; those deep eyes were incredibly gentle when they fell upon the teenager. And the teenager, whose shirt buttons had been undone, cooperatively snuggled against him, allowing the man to kiss and cherish him.

The atmosphere between the two was such that even a stranger could say with absolute certainty that there was love between them.

Standing outside the door, Lin Chi felt it was intensely ironic.

He had been busy all night, rushing back in a hurry without even sleeping, just to witness this scene?

Looking at the shy-faced teenager, who with zero sense of shame was hugging his own father and asking for kisses, and then thinking of his father’s actions of secretly searching for another heir, Lin Chi clenched his fists tightly. He glared with hateful eyes at the person he had originally intended to spend his entire life with.

Those cute, shy images of the boy shattered bit by bit.

Releasing his palms, which had been pressed purple by his fingernails, Lin Chi remained expressionless, his tone terrifyingly calm: “Dad, I’m back.”

He Qing’s body, rendered soft and weak from the kisses, violently stiffened. The fresh scent of lavender filled his nose, yet the voice belonging to Lin Chi had rung out from the doorway.

The blood in his entire body froze. He slowly released the hands resting on the person in front of him. His deathly pale face was flooded with despair and disbelief.

Lin Chi was at the door… Then, who was this?