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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: Part Two


This novel was posted on cnt18 [dot] blogsp0t [dot] com, by anasiana. If you're not reading it there, you get what you get  ̄へ ̄)


Staring at his fathers unconsciousness form, Yu Jiang couldn't stop the memories of the first time this man in his arms had fainted due to his brutal assaults from rekindling.

"Aye!" The person responded.

But as Yu Jiang stood there lost in his thoughts, a raised voice exploding beyond the door, shocking him immensely. Leading to him immediately sticking his ear to that door sneakily, where the outburst of those angered words were said.

That man was just crying, crying without even noticing it himself.


Back then, I was so young. And this man here was much younger too.

But seeing the startled man below him frightfully covering his face, Yu Jiang's raging heart surged even higher, and the will to stop himself was gone so he raised his hand once more to strike Yu Yanzhang's face. "You... You—" Not allowing this shameful man to ask any questions, Yu Jiang then rudely sealed his lips with a kiss. Afterwards, he flung some clothes at the man be shouting:


I had no mother. There's not a figment of mother in any of my memories. This man never told me stories of a mother either, not even once.

He rested the tied garbage bag beside the wall and then went to sweep the hallway outside. It was then that he heard someone walking up the staircase.

A pair of elegant elders. Elders, who despite their greying hair, still walked with their backs held straight, while the pairs of eyes behind their silver rimmed were always filled with kind smiles.

"Thank god, you finally came! I thought I'd have to wait until my next life! Geez, you're such a snail! Nah, compared to you there are snails that are much faster!" Despite his words, Tang Hong wasn't actually mad, and even his ridiculing words still carried the sentiments of sarcasm. What's more, the electrician below him didn't seem to mind it, as he smiled while leaping up the last few stairs. He came right up to Tang Hong with a speed, the reached out to the sarcastic youth with a grin. "Long time no see, Mr. Tang! I hope you're doing well."


As far as he could remember, that gentle and reticent man was the who had brought him up. Of course, he wasn't completely alone, there was also a nanny there too.

Back then, I was so young. And this man here was much younger too.

Yu Jiang turned on the stove and quickly boiled the water, then he threw the noodles right in. He inspected the two poached eggs lying in the bowl for a moment, then he picked up a pair of chopsticks and placed the poached egg from one bowl to another.

Who are you crying for? Is for yourself? Or is it some other man I no nothing about? Was it for the that man? The father of the child in your belly? Yu Jiang wondered, but was unable to bring any clarity to his own mind, and kept staring at the pale face before him. This man was just brutality violated by my own hands, this man who was my own father of all people!


That man, that father of his, seemed to have had no job back then. That's what it seemed like to the young Yu Jiang, since all day long he would only see him in the living room reading, or fiddling around with the flowers in the garden.

But—but! How could I bear parting with him?

A pair of elegant elders. Elders, who despite their greying hair, still walked with their backs held straight, while the pairs of eyes behind their silver rimmed were always filled with kind smiles.

To the blood relationship between himself and Yu Yanzhang, even now, Yu Jiang still possessed the same uncertain and unbelievable kind of feeling.


But life at that house was rather nice, they had gotten along and were happy. The young Yu Jiang would be bought anything he wished for by that man. That gentle father of his, in his childish eyes, also a dignified man a father should be. Despite his father's constant reticent nature, there were times he gave Yu Jiang the feeling the silence and melancholy in that house was hard to bear.

Tang Hong wasn't in the living room when he entered. But the apartment door was wide open, so he seemed to have been outside sweeping the hall.


Some time later, he found he still had a grandmother and grandfather. But since he was four years to that time, those grandparents of his had only come to visit him and his father once.

.


A pair of elegant elders. Elders, who despite their greying hair, still walked with their backs held straight, while the pairs of eyes behind their silver rimmed were always filled with kind smiles.

Staring at his fathers unconsciousness form, Yu Jiang couldn't stop the memories of the first time this man in his arms had fainted due to his brutal assaults from rekindling.

Love him... That's perfectly right. Ever since I was young, I found it impossible to stop myself from constantly thinking about this man who was my own father. I couldn't control my desire to think about his face, his gasps, his moans, nor the tears streaming his face and the pleas sung from his lips as I pressed his naked form under my own. If that isn't love, what the fυck could it be called then?

So he prepared the bowls, ingredients, and noodles; arranging them on the counter, before he left to go outside and tidy up the entrance first. Oh, but before he went out to sweep outside, he had first taken out the garbage in black garbage bags—it had been three days since the trash had last been taken out!


Yet, the young Yu Jiang always felt instinctively that this pair of elders held no fondness towards him in the slightest. Yes, they had given him a generous amounts of lucky money, but he also noticed that grandmother and grandfather of his had no fondness towards his father either. Their attitude towards the man was very gentle and kind, but their expressions and movements when they dealt with him always gave Yu Jiang a feeling he couldn't describe, it just felt far too awkward—too ingratiating to the point it felt snide.

His father had then muttered a few words that he was unable to hear clearly, but all of his curiosity was then focused on his grandmother's words.

Before, it was just him on his own, living that bachelor life. It didn't matter at all then when the trash had to be taken out, he could've just taken it out whenever he liked. If the bin was full, he could've just thrown things on the floor! What did it matter if he was sloppy? Tang Hong was a single dog!

.


Later that night they had visited, the young Yu Jiang had woken up to use the toilet. Then, while walking down the hallway and past his father's bedroom, Yu Jiang noticed his father's bedroom light was still on, and from within, was the sound of hushed voices.

"Y-y-you—" Yu Yanzhang was so enraged he couldn't breathe. His face reddened to point it resembled pure blood, while a moist pigment welled in his eyes. It was obvious Yu Jiang had violated and had even done so until he had lost consciousness. But, in addition to that, now he was also spitting curses at him, and using such obscene and filthy comments to insult him... This... this kind of man, really was evil...

Later that night they had visited, the young Yu Jiang had woken up to use the toilet. Then, while walking down the hallway and past his father's bedroom, Yu Jiang noticed his father's bedroom light was still on, and from within, was the sound of hushed voices.

That man, that father of his, seemed to have had no job back then. That's what it seemed like to the young Yu Jiang, since all day long he would only see him in the living room reading, or fiddling around with the flowers in the garden.


He's still awake? This was unlike his father, who had always followed his sleep-wake schedule to a T.

It sounded like Tang Hong was outside speaking to someone, but Yu Jiang had no interest in that. Unlike usual, he didn't call on Tang Hong to come fix him a meal; instead, he, himself, made his way to the kitchen.

Before, it was just him on his own, living that bachelor life. It didn't matter at all then when the trash had to be taken out, he could've just taken it out whenever he liked. If the bin was full, he could've just thrown things on the floor! What did it matter if he was sloppy? Tang Hong was a single dog!

Tang Hong had already eaten his breakfast, as it was only his group leader and "A" who had shown no signs of getting out of bed.


But as Yu Jiang stood there lost in his thoughts, a raised voice exploding beyond the door, shocking him immensely. Leading to him immediately sticking his ear to that door sneakily, where the outburst of those angered words were said.

Some time later, he found he still had a grandmother and grandfather. But since he was four years to that time, those grandparents of his had only come to visit him and his father once.


He heard his father's hesitant voice saying, "Dad, Mom... I'm very grateful for your kindness... but I really don't wish to return..."

Once more, he noticed the tear stains trailing from Yu Yanzhang's eyelashes and over his cheeks.


Followed by his grandfather's dignified voice laced with rage, "Are you a child! How on earth could you be this weak!" His grandmother then seized control of the conversation, also using a piercing tone to scream, "Yanzhang! You're already such a disappointment, how much more will you disappoint me! We've already shown consideration for your situation by sending you and Xiao Jiang to hide out here in the countryside. Every month we pay for your living expenses so you don't have to go showing yourself in public. We thought you just needed a few years so your mental state would get back on track and you can return to normal—for you to again reintegrate yourself into society! Never did I think you would have zero ambition! It's been ten years! For ten years you've been shrinking your head into your shell like a cowardly turtle! You're such a disappointment!"

But now... things weren't the same now. "A" was staying at his place, and though this "A" was basically a man... no, no, no—what "basically"! "A" was a man! But Tang Hong couldn't bring himself to simply treat "A" the same as any other man. Even when facing him, Tang Hong would feel a bit nervous.


Again, his father's troubled voice was heard saying, "Mom, I really am... but..."

That man was just crying, crying without even noticing it himself.


Yu Jiang's grandmother's shrieking tone then continued its venomous tirade: "I'll make this short, your father and I are no longer planning to continue footing the bill for your daily expenses! If you want to live, then you have no choice but to go out and work! Are you going to go show yourself off at a place where others are again—go staying at dormitories to let other people discover your secret once more? Or are you going to come back and take over your father's position in his government office... Think it over yourself! ..."

Later that night they had visited, the young Yu Jiang had woken up to use the toilet. Then, while walking down the hallway and past his father's bedroom, Yu Jiang noticed his father's bedroom light was still on, and from within, was the sound of hushed voices.


His father had then muttered a few words that he was unable to hear clearly, but all of his curiosity was then focused on his grandmother's words.

.

"Aye!" The person responded.

But—but! How could I bear parting with him?


"...let other people discover your secret," were the words his grandmother said to his father. Father's secret! It was something he found rather curious—surprising even. That reticent man who had raised him from young suddenly had some kind of secret! Father's secret... I wonder what it could be?

It looked like Tang Hong already prepared them breakfast, it was a flour based dish. Next to the stove was a pot already filled with water, and beside it was a bundle of noodles and various ingredients alongside it. There was even two bowls of noodles with several sides already mixed in, which also had a poached egg placed on top of each.

Yu Jiang turned on the stove and quickly boiled the water, then he threw the noodles right in. He inspected the two poached eggs lying in the bowl for a moment, then he picked up a pair of chopsticks and placed the poached egg from one bowl to another.

And upon lifting his head, Tang Hong saw a cap worn by a young labourer coming up the stairs with his head held down.


.

Anyhow, Tang Hong took out the trash but suddenly found that old white nightgown. ...oh, that day I took in "A", he was wearing this... And because the thing was too dirty and was missing two torn off pieces, Tang Hong had chucked it into the garbage without telling "A" a thing. It was nothing but an old nightgown in tatters, so it was fine to just toss it out. And, luckily, seeming as though he had forgotten, "A" never asked him about the thing!


.

.

"Are you here to repair the light?"

But now... things weren't the same now. "A" was staying at his place, and though this "A" was basically a man... no, no, no—what "basically"! "A" was a man! But Tang Hong couldn't bring himself to simply treat "A" the same as any other man. Even when facing him, Tang Hong would feel a bit nervous.


.

"Get dressed! I'm taking you to get an abоrtion this afternoon!"


What could it be?

Love him... That's perfectly right. Ever since I was young, I found it impossible to stop myself from constantly thinking about this man who was my own father. I couldn't control my desire to think about his face, his gasps, his moans, nor the tears streaming his face and the pleas sung from his lips as I pressed his naked form under my own. If that isn't love, what the fυck could it be called then?

Even now, I still recall that first year at university. Seeing this man sweet and touching appearance under Meng Fei... Back then, Yu Jiang's first emotion at sight of it was wanting to set fire to that dormitory building, to let that "adulterous couple" get burned alive inside!

He rested the tied garbage bag beside the wall and then went to sweep the hallway outside. It was then that he heard someone walking up the staircase.


Yu Jiang's face lit up with a wry smile. Now, don't I know it all too well? Ever since I was fifteen years old...

Now this man was by my side, he is lying on my chest—in my arms. I can love him as much I want to, mistreat him as much as I desire...

To the blood relationship between himself and Yu Yanzhang, even now, Yu Jiang still possessed the same uncertain and unbelievable kind of feeling.

So he prepared the bowls, ingredients, and noodles; arranging them on the counter, before he left to go outside and tidy up the entrance first. Oh, but before he went out to sweep outside, he had first taken out the garbage in black garbage bags—it had been three days since the trash had last been taken out!


Yu Jiang pulled his thoughts back from the past, from those memories, to the present. Now his hand caressed the the man in his arms with his swollen belly and strange body. A man his skin was now rough and rather uncomfortable to the touch. A condition which was the result of him giving birth to too many children far too frequently.

Yet, the young Yu Jiang always felt instinctively that this pair of elders held no fondness towards him in the slightest. Yes, they had given him a generous amounts of lucky money, but he also noticed that grandmother and grandfather of his had no fondness towards his father either. Their attitude towards the man was very gentle and kind, but their expressions and movements when they dealt with him always gave Yu Jiang a feeling he couldn't describe, it just felt far too awkward—too ingratiating to the point it felt snide.

"Aye!" The person responded.

Some time later, he found he still had a grandmother and grandfather. But since he was four years to that time, those grandparents of his had only come to visit him and his father once.


Once more, he noticed the tear stains trailing from Yu Yanzhang's eyelashes and over his cheeks.

As far as he could remember, that gentle and reticent man was the who had brought him up. Of course, he wasn't completely alone, there was also a nanny there too.


That man was just crying, crying without even noticing it himself.

But he was also aware there was no way to reason with Yu Jiang, so he bit his lips, turned his head away in silence and did his best to put on the clothes. But that body of his was in a state that was far too weak, and the violent sexual acts he was subjected to had left his hands with a tremble. He shook as he tried to send his hand through those sleeves, unable to get it through smoothly, it took a long time before he just barely managed to get it in. Then he used those quivering hands of to button it up with great struggle.

But as Yu Jiang stood there lost in his thoughts, a raised voice exploding beyond the door, shocking him immensely. Leading to him immediately sticking his ear to that door sneakily, where the outburst of those angered words were said.

That man was just crying, crying without even noticing it himself.


Who are you crying for? Is for yourself? Or is it some other man I no nothing about? Was it for the that man? The father of the child in your belly? Yu Jiang wondered, but was unable to bring any clarity to his own mind, and kept staring at the pale face before him. This man was just brutality violated by my own hands, this man who was my own father of all people!

Followed by his grandfather's dignified voice laced with rage, "Are you a child! How on earth could you be this weak!" His grandmother then seized control of the conversation, also using a piercing tone to scream, "Yanzhang! You're already such a disappointment, how much more will you disappoint me! We've already shown consideration for your situation by sending you and Xiao Jiang to hide out here in the countryside. Every month we pay for your living expenses so you don't have to go showing yourself in public. We thought you just needed a few years so your mental state would get back on track and you can return to normal—for you to again reintegrate yourself into society! Never did I think you would have zero ambition! It's been ten years! For ten years you've been shrinking your head into your shell like a cowardly turtle! You're such a disappointment!"

"Are you here to repair the light?"

But life at that house was rather nice, they had gotten along and were happy. The young Yu Jiang would be bought anything he wished for by that man. That gentle father of his, in his childish eyes, also a dignified man a father should be. Despite his father's constant reticent nature, there were times he gave Yu Jiang the feeling the silence and melancholy in that house was hard to bear.


To the blood relationship between himself and Yu Yanzhang, even now, Yu Jiang still possessed the same uncertain and unbelievable kind of feeling.

I had no mother. There's not a figment of mother in any of my memories. This man never told me stories of a mother either, not even once.

Tang Hong wasn't in the living room when he entered. But the apartment door was wide open, so he seemed to have been outside sweeping the hall.

Followed by his grandfather's dignified voice laced with rage, "Are you a child! How on earth could you be this weak!" His grandmother then seized control of the conversation, also using a piercing tone to scream, "Yanzhang! You're already such a disappointment, how much more will you disappoint me! We've already shown consideration for your situation by sending you and Xiao Jiang to hide out here in the countryside. Every month we pay for your living expenses so you don't have to go showing yourself in public. We thought you just needed a few years so your mental state would get back on track and you can return to normal—for you to again reintegrate yourself into society! Never did I think you would have zero ambition! It's been ten years! For ten years you've been shrinking your head into your shell like a cowardly turtle! You're such a disappointment!"


He's a man who always get tangled up with the same sеx. It was impossible for me to imagine he could've been with a woman—bedding her and siring a child like myself...

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: Part Two

His father had then muttered a few words that he was unable to hear clearly, but all of his curiosity was then focused on his grandmother's words.

A pair of elegant elders. Elders, who despite their greying hair, still walked with their backs held straight, while the pairs of eyes behind their silver rimmed were always filled with kind smiles.


But... what use is there in thinking such thoughts anyhow?

Before, it was just him on his own, living that bachelor life. It didn't matter at all then when the trash had to be taken out, he could've just taken it out whenever he liked. If the bin was full, he could've just thrown things on the floor! What did it matter if he was sloppy? Tang Hong was a single dog!


Now this man was by my side, he is lying on my chest—in my arms. I can love him as much I want to, mistreat him as much as I desire...

But... what use is there in thinking such thoughts anyhow?


Love him... That's perfectly right. Ever since I was young, I found it impossible to stop myself from constantly thinking about this man who was my own father. I couldn't control my desire to think about his face, his gasps, his moans, nor the tears streaming his face and the pleas sung from his lips as I pressed his naked form under my own. If that isn't love, what the fυck could it be called then?

"...let other people discover your secret," were the words his grandmother said to his father. Father's secret! It was something he found rather curious—surprising even. That reticent man who had raised him from young suddenly had some kind of secret! Father's secret... I wonder what it could be?


Even now, I still recall that first year at university. Seeing this man sweet and touching appearance under Meng Fei... Back then, Yu Jiang's first emotion at sight of it was wanting to set fire to that dormitory building, to let that "adulterous couple" get burned alive inside!

Tang Hong had already eaten his breakfast, as it was only his group leader and "A" who had shown no signs of getting out of bed.


But—but! How could I bear parting with him?

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Fυck! Fυck that damn bіtch...! Yu Jiang became enraged in an instant, his eyes still boring that man through, right when Yu Yanzhang eyes had slowly parted. Yu Yanzhang was met by his son's darkened gaze, and his colour drained face reddened.

Yu Jiang stood beside the doorway the entire just watching him, all while an uncontrollably intense expression contorted his face. It was as though he was itching to rush over and gentle scoop him into his embrace and help him do up the buttons himself. But he didn't do a thing in the end, and only walked straight out of the room.


He tried to shift his eyes at once, but his chin was then seized by Yu Jiang, and he was forced to stare directly at his son's dark, yet beautiful sparkling eyes.

Yu Jiang lifted hi right hand, intending to deliver a ruthless slap upon hs father's pale face. But at the last moment, not bearing to do o, he instead struck Yu Yanzhang's face with a blow, while not heavy, was not light either.

Before, it was just him on his own, living that bachelor life. It didn't matter at all then when the trash had to be taken out, he could've just taken it out whenever he liked. If the bin was full, he could've just thrown things on the floor! What did it matter if he was sloppy? Tang Hong was a single dog!

To the blood relationship between himself and Yu Yanzhang, even now, Yu Jiang still possessed the same uncertain and unbelievable kind of feeling.


Yu Jiang lifted hi right hand, intending to deliver a ruthless slap upon hs father's pale face. But at the last moment, not bearing to do o, he instead struck Yu Yanzhang's face with a blow, while not heavy, was not light either.

Yu Jiang pulled his thoughts back from the past, from those memories, to the present. Now his hand caressed the the man in his arms with his swollen belly and strange body. A man his skin was now rough and rather uncomfortable to the touch. A condition which was the result of him giving birth to too many children far too frequently.

Love him... That's perfectly right. Ever since I was young, I found it impossible to stop myself from constantly thinking about this man who was my own father. I couldn't control my desire to think about his face, his gasps, his moans, nor the tears streaming his face and the pleas sung from his lips as I pressed his naked form under my own. If that isn't love, what the fυck could it be called then?

So he prepared the bowls, ingredients, and noodles; arranging them on the counter, before he left to go outside and tidy up the entrance first. Oh, but before he went out to sweep outside, he had first taken out the garbage in black garbage bags—it had been three days since the trash had last been taken out!


But seeing the startled man below him frightfully covering his face, Yu Jiang's raging heart surged even higher, and the will to stop himself was gone so he raised his hand once more to strike Yu Yanzhang's face. "You... You—" Not allowing this shameful man to ask any questions, Yu Jiang then rudely sealed his lips with a kiss. Afterwards, he flung some clothes at the man be shouting:

And upon lifting his head, Tang Hong saw a cap worn by a young labourer coming up the stairs with his head held down.

He's still awake? This was unlike his father, who had always followed his sleep-wake schedule to a T.

Tang Hong wasn't in the living room when he entered. But the apartment door was wide open, so he seemed to have been outside sweeping the hall.


"Get dressed! I'm taking you to get an abоrtion this afternoon!"

Yu Jiang's grandmother's shrieking tone then continued its venomous tirade: "I'll make this short, your father and I are no longer planning to continue footing the bill for your daily expenses! If you want to live, then you have no choice but to go out and work! Are you going to go show yourself off at a place where others are again—go staying at dormitories to let other people discover your secret once more? Or are you going to come back and take over your father's position in his government office... Think it over yourself! ..."


While buttoning up his own shirt, Yu Jiang spat out curses. "You're so fυcking shameless! You have no shame at all! Early morning—in the early goddamn morning—and you were already twisting that ass of yours around a goddamn man without letting him go! I'm your fυcking son for god's sake!"

"Are you here to repair the light?"

Again, his father's troubled voice was heard saying, "Mom, I really am... but..."

That man, that father of his, seemed to have had no job back then. That's what it seemed like to the young Yu Jiang, since all day long he would only see him in the living room reading, or fiddling around with the flowers in the garden.


"Y-y-you—" Yu Yanzhang was so enraged he couldn't breathe. His face reddened to point it resembled pure blood, while a moist pigment welled in his eyes. It was obvious Yu Jiang had violated and had even done so until he had lost consciousness. But, in addition to that, now he was also spitting curses at him, and using such obscene and filthy comments to insult him... This... this kind of man, really was evil...

While buttoning up his own shirt, Yu Jiang spat out curses. "You're so fυcking shameless! You have no shame at all! Early morning—in the early goddamn morning—and you were already twisting that ass of yours around a goddamn man without letting him go! I'm your fυcking son for god's sake!"

But as Yu Jiang stood there lost in his thoughts, a raised voice exploding beyond the door, shocking him immensely. Leading to him immediately sticking his ear to that door sneakily, where the outburst of those angered words were said.

.


But he was also aware there was no way to reason with Yu Jiang, so he bit his lips, turned his head away in silence and did his best to put on the clothes. But that body of his was in a state that was far too weak, and the violent sexual acts he was subjected to had left his hands with a tremble. He shook as he tried to send his hand through those sleeves, unable to get it through smoothly, it took a long time before he just barely managed to get it in. Then he used those quivering hands of to button it up with great struggle.

Who are you crying for? Is for yourself? Or is it some other man I no nothing about? Was it for the that man? The father of the child in your belly? Yu Jiang wondered, but was unable to bring any clarity to his own mind, and kept staring at the pale face before him. This man was just brutality violated by my own hands, this man who was my own father of all people!

Yu Jiang stood beside the doorway the entire just watching him, all while an uncontrollably intense expression contorted his face. It was as though he was itching to rush over and gentle scoop him into his embrace and help him do up the buttons himself. But he didn't do a thing in the end, and only walked straight out of the room.

It sounded like Tang Hong was outside speaking to someone, but Yu Jiang had no interest in that. Unlike usual, he didn't call on Tang Hong to come fix him a meal; instead, he, himself, made his way to the kitchen.


Yu Jiang stood beside the doorway the entire just watching him, all while an uncontrollably intense expression contorted his face. It was as though he was itching to rush over and gentle scoop him into his embrace and help him do up the buttons himself. But he didn't do a thing in the end, and only walked straight out of the room.

He's a man who always get tangled up with the same sеx. It was impossible for me to imagine he could've been with a woman—bedding her and siring a child like myself...

But... what use is there in thinking such thoughts anyhow?

.


Tang Hong wasn't in the living room when he entered. But the apartment door was wide open, so he seemed to have been outside sweeping the hall.

Yu Jiang turned on the stove and quickly boiled the water, then he threw the noodles right in. He inspected the two poached eggs lying in the bowl for a moment, then he picked up a pair of chopsticks and placed the poached egg from one bowl to another.

Love him... That's perfectly right. Ever since I was young, I found it impossible to stop myself from constantly thinking about this man who was my own father. I couldn't control my desire to think about his face, his gasps, his moans, nor the tears streaming his face and the pleas sung from his lips as I pressed his naked form under my own. If that isn't love, what the fυck could it be called then?

Yu Jiang stood beside the doorway the entire just watching him, all while an uncontrollably intense expression contorted his face. It was as though he was itching to rush over and gentle scoop him into his embrace and help him do up the buttons himself. But he didn't do a thing in the end, and only walked straight out of the room.


It sounded like Tang Hong was outside speaking to someone, but Yu Jiang had no interest in that. Unlike usual, he didn't call on Tang Hong to come fix him a meal; instead, he, himself, made his way to the kitchen.

He heard his father's hesitant voice saying, "Dad, Mom... I'm very grateful for your kindness... but I really don't wish to return..."

That man, that father of his, seemed to have had no job back then. That's what it seemed like to the young Yu Jiang, since all day long he would only see him in the living room reading, or fiddling around with the flowers in the garden.

Now this man was by my side, he is lying on my chest—in my arms. I can love him as much I want to, mistreat him as much as I desire...


It looked like Tang Hong already prepared them breakfast, it was a flour based dish. Next to the stove was a pot already filled with water, and beside it was a bundle of noodles and various ingredients alongside it. There was even two bowls of noodles with several sides already mixed in, which also had a poached egg placed on top of each.

He's still awake? This was unlike his father, who had always followed his sleep-wake schedule to a T.


Yu Jiang turned on the stove and quickly boiled the water, then he threw the noodles right in. He inspected the two poached eggs lying in the bowl for a moment, then he picked up a pair of chopsticks and placed the poached egg from one bowl to another.

But life at that house was rather nice, they had gotten along and were happy. The young Yu Jiang would be bought anything he wished for by that man. That gentle father of his, in his childish eyes, also a dignified man a father should be. Despite his father's constant reticent nature, there were times he gave Yu Jiang the feeling the silence and melancholy in that house was hard to bear.


Tang Hong had already eaten his breakfast, as it was only his group leader and "A" who had shown no signs of getting out of bed.

What could it be?


So he prepared the bowls, ingredients, and noodles; arranging them on the counter, before he left to go outside and tidy up the entrance first. Oh, but before he went out to sweep outside, he had first taken out the garbage in black garbage bags—it had been three days since the trash had last been taken out!

Fυck! Fυck that damn bіtch...! Yu Jiang became enraged in an instant, his eyes still boring that man through, right when Yu Yanzhang eyes had slowly parted. Yu Yanzhang was met by his son's darkened gaze, and his colour drained face reddened.


Before, it was just him on his own, living that bachelor life. It didn't matter at all then when the trash had to be taken out, he could've just taken it out whenever he liked. If the bin was full, he could've just thrown things on the floor! What did it matter if he was sloppy? Tang Hong was a single dog!

So he prepared the bowls, ingredients, and noodles; arranging them on the counter, before he left to go outside and tidy up the entrance first. Oh, but before he went out to sweep outside, he had first taken out the garbage in black garbage bags—it had been three days since the trash had last been taken out!


But now... things weren't the same now. "A" was staying at his place, and though this "A" was basically a man... no, no, no—what "basically"! "A" was a man! But Tang Hong couldn't bring himself to simply treat "A" the same as any other man. Even when facing him, Tang Hong would feel a bit nervous.

Again, his father's troubled voice was heard saying, "Mom, I really am... but..."


Anyhow, Tang Hong took out the trash but suddenly found that old white nightgown. ...oh, that day I took in "A", he was wearing this... And because the thing was too dirty and was missing two torn off pieces, Tang Hong had chucked it into the garbage without telling "A" a thing. It was nothing but an old nightgown in tatters, so it was fine to just toss it out. And, luckily, seeming as though he had forgotten, "A" never asked him about the thing!

That man, that father of his, seemed to have had no job back then. That's what it seemed like to the young Yu Jiang, since all day long he would only see him in the living room reading, or fiddling around with the flowers in the garden.


He rested the tied garbage bag beside the wall and then went to sweep the hallway outside. It was then that he heard someone walking up the staircase.

iana: it felt disgusting typing that convo with his parents. This chapter was sponsored in part by my literal tears, I'm not joking, I shed tears. I started feeling sht with this and it sucked аss—donkey аss!!! []My nickname for Yu Jiang is Lu Wei-light. I can't be the only one who despises this mf. I don't hate him, I abhor him. Hate is too light of a word for this c-nt. Tang Hong is an angel, though. My little pudding pie~ (Fun fact, I curse this guy out at the end of every chapter but they get really rant-y so you never see them) I need to refuel on joy now.

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Now this man was by my side, he is lying on my chest—in my arms. I can love him as much I want to, mistreat him as much as I desire...


And upon lifting his head, Tang Hong saw a cap worn by a young labourer coming up the stairs with his head held down.

Yu Jiang's face lit up with a wry smile. Now, don't I know it all too well? Ever since I was fifteen years old...

It sounded like Tang Hong was outside speaking to someone, but Yu Jiang had no interest in that. Unlike usual, he didn't call on Tang Hong to come fix him a meal; instead, he, himself, made his way to the kitchen.

"Thank god, you finally came! I thought I'd have to wait until my next life! Geez, you're such a snail! Nah, compared to you there are snails that are much faster!" Despite his words, Tang Hong wasn't actually mad, and even his ridiculing words still carried the sentiments of sarcasm. What's more, the electrician below him didn't seem to mind it, as he smiled while leaping up the last few stairs. He came right up to Tang Hong with a speed, the reached out to the sarcastic youth with a grin. "Long time no see, Mr. Tang! I hope you're doing well."


"Are you here to repair the light?"

Huh? Goodness, why's this guy's voice so familiar? Tang Hong's eyes then widened in shock when that grinning electrician pulled off his cap. Ahhh? Tang Hong then exclaimed losing his self restraint, "What the?! You're that guy! The Plague God!"


"Aye!" The person responded.

But as Yu Jiang stood there lost in his thoughts, a raised voice exploding beyond the door, shocking him immensely. Leading to him immediately sticking his ear to that door sneakily, where the outburst of those angered words were said.


"Thank god, you finally came! I thought I'd have to wait until my next life! Geez, you're such a snail! Nah, compared to you there are snails that are much faster!" Despite his words, Tang Hong wasn't actually mad, and even his ridiculing words still carried the sentiments of sarcasm. What's more, the electrician below him didn't seem to mind it, as he smiled while leaping up the last few stairs. He came right up to Tang Hong with a speed, the reached out to the sarcastic youth with a grin. "Long time no see, Mr. Tang! I hope you're doing well."

He tried to shift his eyes at once, but his chin was then seized by Yu Jiang, and he was forced to stare directly at his son's dark, yet beautiful sparkling eyes.


Huh? Goodness, why's this guy's voice so familiar? Tang Hong's eyes then widened in shock when that grinning electrician pulled off his cap. Ahhh? Tang Hong then exclaimed losing his self restraint, "What the?! You're that guy! The Plague God!"

To the blood relationship between himself and Yu Yanzhang, even now, Yu Jiang still possessed the same uncertain and unbelievable kind of feeling.


Author's Note:

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Notes:

iana: it felt disgusting typing that convo with his parents. This chapter was sponsored in part by my literal tears, I'm not joking, I shed tears. I started feeling sht with this and it sucked аss—donkey аss!!!

My nickname for Yu Jiang is Lu Wei-light. I can't be the only one who despises this mf. I don't hate him, I abhor him. Hate is too light of a word for this c-nt. Tang Hong is an angel, though. My little pudding pie~ (Fun fact, I curse this guy (not the pudding pie♥) out at the end of every chapter but they get really rant-y so you never see them) I need to refuel on joy now.


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