PBMM CH22

The dead-drunk Feng Xinyang was dumped into the bathtub by He Qing and a disgusted-looking Yan Xizhi. While helping to undress Feng Xinyang, Yan Xizhi keenly noticed that a blush had quietly crept onto the young man’s face.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he asked deliberately, “In a bit, will you help him wash, or should I?”

He Qing’s face grew even redder. Murmuring shyly in a low voice, he said, “You should do it. I’ll go tidy up downstairs.”

This reaction immediately piqued Yan Xizhi’s interest. Could it be that these two hadn’t slept together yet?

Impossible! Hasn’t Feng Xinyang always been a total carnivore?

Yan Xizhi watched with great interest as the red-cheeked youth walked out. After he left and Yan Xizhi snapped back to reality, he looked down at his soundly sleeping friend, and his face instantly fell. Since when did he ever bathe someone else? Giving him a token rinse with the showerhead, the great star Yan tossed Feng Xinyang into the bathtub and swaggered out.

The bathtub was smart anyway; it wouldn’t drown the guy.

As he went downstairs, he happened to see He Qing mopping the floor. Seeing him come down, the young man was slightly taken aback: “Xizhi, Xinyang…”

“It’s fine, he woke up. I told him to wash himself,” Yan Xizhi lied without an ounce of guilt, taking long strides down the stairs. “A-Qing, let me help you clean up.”

“No need, no need.” The gentle youth’s delicate face was full of embarrassment. “Xinyang made this mess, I should be the one to clean it up. It’s dirty here, you shouldn’t come down.”

Yan Xizhi directly ignored the first sentence, flashing the youth a slightly seductive smile. He already had androgynous features, and with makeup on his face, this smile looked exceptionally captivating.

But the beautiful man, whose looks usually conquered all, hit a brick wall this time. Seeing him smile, the youth, not quite understanding, returned a smile, then bent back down to continue mopping the floor, not sparing the man at the staircase another glance.

The smile on Yan Xizhi’s face gradually faded. Having never been so thoroughly ignored, the man walked down the stairs with darkened eyes. After thinking for a moment, he said with feigned casualness, “A-Qing, when Xinyang wakes up, you should comfort him well. Even though he was kicked out of his home, he’s still saddled with debt. Wallowing in decadence for a few days is one thing, but he needs to hurry up, pull himself together, and pay off his debts!”

He emphasized the words “pay off debts” heavily. Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, He Qing asked with a surprised face, “Xinyang is in debt?”

“Yeah.” The corners of Yan Xizhi’s mouth wanted to curl up in smugness, but he quickly concealed and smoothed it out. “Xinyang used to use the credit cards given by his family for all his eating, drinking, and playing around. Being kicked out this time, his cards were stopped too. The money he spent a while ago is only about one or two hundred thousand. Now that he can’t rely on his family, he has to pay it back himself.”

—All of this was, of course, entirely fabricated by him.

Feng Xinyang was kicked out this time because his grandfather, who doted on him the most, had suffered a stroke. His credit cards being stopped was true, but for Feng Xinyang, who held shares in the Feng family and a massive inheritance from his mother, one or two hundred thousand was truly pocket change. However, for a young doctor, this amount of money would be a massive sum, right?

Turn hostile, turn hostile immediately!

Yan Xizhi eagerly anticipated it in secret, only to see the young doctor lower his head in deep thought for a few seconds. “I’ve saved some money over the years. We’ll pay off the debt first, and figure out the future later!”

Yan Xizhi, who had been expectantly waiting for He Qing to turn hostile and throw himself into his embrace, froze. A dark cloud fell over his beautiful face, but it vanished instantly under the youth’s gaze as he squeezed out a somewhat forced smile.

[Ding! Yan Xizhi favorability: 75]

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When Feng Xinyang woke up groggily, he was astonished to find himself actually in a bed, and he had even been changed into comfortable pajamas. This absolutely did not seem like something that guy Yan Xizhi would do.

His intoxication hadn’t passed yet, and his limbs were a bit weak as he struggled to get up. A cool voice suddenly came from the side, “You’re awake? Sleep well?”

Feng Xinyang looked in confusion toward the source of the voice. Yan Xizhi was sitting in a chair by the bed, looking at him with a displeased expression. He frowned slightly, struggling to sit up, “What’s with this sour tone of yours?”

“Who’s sour? Since you’re awake, you better carefully calculate the furniture you ruined these past few days. Calculate everything down to the last detail for me!”

Feng Xinyang finally managed to sit up with difficulty. He frowned, looking at the clean and refreshing clothes on his body, and looked at his friend uncertainly: “You changed my clothes?”

“Guess.”

“Why are you acting so eccentric today…”

Before Feng Xinyang could finish his sentence, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door. He Qing walked in carefully carrying a bowl of soup. Seeing him awake, he walked to the bed in pleasant surprise: “Xinyang, you’re awake! Quickly drink this hangover soup. My dad used to drink this when he got drunk, it’s very effective.”

Feng Xinyang looked blankly at the youth who carefully handed the soup over to him. “A-Qing? Why are you here?”

“I went to find Xizhi and begged him to bring me.” Hearing him ask, the gentle youth’s face showed some unease: “Xinyang, don’t be angry. I really couldn’t contact you, so I went to ask Xizhi for help.”

Even though his mind was still a bit foggy, seeing the youth’s slightly uneasy gaze, Feng Xinyang revealed a comforting smile: “I didn’t mean to blame you. Is this the hangover soup A-Qing made? It smells pretty good.”

The youth pursed his lips shyly. “I learned this from my mom. Every time my dad had a headache after drinking, he’d be fine after having this. Drink it quickly while it’s hot.”

“Okay, thank you A-Qing…”

“I’ll blow on it for you…”

Beside his ears were the soft murmurs of the two, full of tender affection. Yan Xizhi sat beside them, a sudden bout of suffocating frustration rising in his heart. “I’ll head out first, you guys take your time.”

Feng Xinyang grunted in acknowledgment without even lifting his head, drinking the hangover soup amidst the delicate doctor’s gentle words. Looking at his bad friend who abandoned his bros for beauty, Yan Xizhi glanced at the youth unwillingly. The youth turned sideways slightly, revealing a fair neck that made one want to kiss it wantonly. His gaze lingered on it for a moment before he finally went out with a dark expression.

After Yan Xizhi left, He Qing looked at his lover who was drinking the soup with slight hesitation. “Xinyang, don’t worry. I’ve saved up some money over the past few years. Even if it’s not enough to pay it off, if we work harder, we’ll definitely be able to pay it back.”

Feng Xinyang looked up in confusion: “What?”

Thinking he was trying to hide it from him, the youth leaned into his embrace with attachment: “Xizhi already told me you’re one or two hundred thousand in debt. It doesn’t matter, as long as you’re alright, nothing else matters.”

Feng Xinyang held the youth in his arms. “Me? In debt for one or two hundred thousand?”

Who did he owe money to? And even if he was in debt, what did one or two hundred thousand even amount to? What kind of nonsense was that guy Yan Xizhi spouting?

The person in his arms was still slowly calculating their finances: “I currently have a hundred and fifty thousand on hand, and there’s an apartment in my hometown that’s been sitting empty for a long time. If it’s not enough, selling that house should cover it.”

“Once the debt is paid off, we’ll move to another city and start over, okay?” He Qing kept holding the man tightly, terrified he might take things too hard.

Being held tightly, Feng Xinyang, who was listening to his boyfriend calculate his finances with a bewildered face, didn’t quite understand what exactly gave A-Qing the illusion that he was heavily in debt. But this didn’t stop warmth from welling up in his heart.

So this was what it felt like to be pampered by someone.

He lowered his head slightly, drawing closer to the youth’s lips.

[Ding! Feng Xinyang favorability: 75]

Hugging the youth who was leaning docilely into his embrace, Feng Xinyang’s alcohol-dulled brain slowly recovered. A-Qing had already been targeted by Yan Xizhi.

But now, he no longer wanted to share the person in front of him with anyone else. Smelling the faint scent of soap on the young doctor, Feng Xinyang’s post-drunken voice was hoarse: “A-Qing, take me back to your home.”

If they stayed here, who knew what that unprincipled bastard Yan Xizhi might do!

He Qing didn’t even ask a single question, nodding obediently, “Okay.”

Yan Xizhi stood outside the door with a gloomy expression, staring intensely at their silhouettes.

The game has already started; how could someone quit halfway?

Furthermore, thinking of the youth’s doting gaze falling on Feng Xinyang no matter what happened, Yan Xizhi pulled up a cold sneer. If A-Qing found out the real reason Feng Xinyang approached him—