Evil Son: C31-2
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: Part Two
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That day Yu Jiang left Meng Fei; he had made his way straight home. Meng Fei wanted to tag along originally, but after being refused so brutally, he left dejectedly.
Only God alone knows how much strength it took him to not smash that tray of piping hot tea right onto the head of that bastard son-of-a-bіtch former classmate of his!
But he never expected that when he returned, that man would be sitting on the sofa, blankly staring at the television screen. Nor that even after waving his hand in front of that man's face a few times, that man would still not return to his senses.
His pregnant body was always extremely tired, and at any moment it could fall fast asleep. But just as he was about to enter a true slumber, he was suddenly startled awake by loud steps approaching, and then the next instant, he was pulled into the air by Yu Jiang.
Seeing his father's silence, Yu Jiang realised he had made an inappropriate joke, but he had no intention of admitting he was wrong. So he deliberately said some funny things to tease the man. He wanted to make him laugh. But that man only stared off into nowhere blankly and never so much as chuckled at one of his jokes.
But that man was pregnant, so no matter how rude he was being, Yu Jiang couldn't use too much force.
Tang Hong's face was as pale as a sheet while he scurried in and out of the room, with him also tripping over something or another from time to time. Every now and again, he would also cast secret glances towards that man on the sofa, then timidly avert his gaze every time he noticed Yu Jiang's eyes on him.
He sat down next to that man on the sofa, then reached over to take him by the waist. The waist of the man was still so slender that it was near impossible to discern that inside it there was now a small life being nurtured. Even when Yu Jiang's hand was flush against his stomach, he couldn't feel so much as the fluttering thumps of a new life. "What are you thinking about so hard?" He asked, then overtly licked behind his father's ear before exhaling a breath.
Yu Jiang became suspicious. What's going on?
He had gotten old, little by little. His body was also now weakened by his near-constant state of pregnancy. He had no hatred for the reality of getting old. What troubled him the most were the "worries of youth" that were still unresolved in his life. This was more pressing than death itself!
He sat down next to that man on the sofa, then reached over to take him by the waist. The waist of the man was still so slender that it was near impossible to discern that inside it there was now a small life being nurtured. Even when Yu Jiang's hand was flush against his stomach, he couldn't feel so much as the fluttering thumps of a new life. "What are you thinking about so hard?" He asked, then overtly licked behind his father's ear before exhaling a breath.
Yu Jiang was shocked—so shocked that he stared at his father's face for a long time. He had almost laughed out loud, but he took his father's chin between his fingers instead. "Baby, did something snap in you today? Is that what's got you all worried? Do you want me to say I'll marry you? Babe, do you want to marry your own son?"
That man jumped, but when he whipped his head around, his son blocked his lips. His entire body was then lifted and rested on Yu Jiang's lap. Although he was not a petite man and his weight was not what could be called light, because Yu Jiang had done it so many times, there was nothing but ease in his movements. The one in his arms did put up an initial struggle, trying to break free. However, it was fruitless as always, so he could only concede.
Little did Yu Jiang know, the heavens were smiling down on him, and so they had given him the chance to figure this mystery out.
Seeing his father's silence, Yu Jiang realised he had made an inappropriate joke, but he had no intention of admitting he was wrong. So he deliberately said some funny things to tease the man. He wanted to make him laugh. But that man only stared off into nowhere blankly and never so much as chuckled at one of his jokes.
What infuriated him even further was that the man held in the arms of that damnable former classmate looked full of life, while he was nothing but a half-dead sack of flesh in his own! His face contorted into something grotesque at the sight of them. He was so envious that he was about to blow his lid! But just then, that damn guy got up and walked over to him. A smile was beaming on his face as he approached him and said, "Come, let's go have a chat for a while outside."
Lifting his father to face him by the chin, Yu Jiang then crudely violated his lips. Upon noticing the zoned-out look still in his father's eyes, Yu Jiang asked him sternly, "What's wrong?"
It was all because of that unsightly body of his, unfit for anyone's eyes. Because of it, his life was absurd—a total farce!
Not long ago, after Meng Fei had arrived and taken him into his arms, he was comforted quite well. Knowing the gentle Meng Fei would completely understand his feelings, Yu Yanzhang's heart felt much more at ease. So when Meng Fei pulled his son outside, he lay on the sofa, his dazed eyes fluttering shut from the feeling of peace.
"Yes, he loves you. But what use is love alone? Without a sense of security, a feeling like love is no different than touching a burning match. Regardless of how dazzling it looks while it burns, there'll only be destruction in the end."
From within his arms, his father's voice was light as he replied, "Nothing. Everything's fine." That was what he said, but the look in his eyes was dead. Yu Jiang grew so anxious by the sight that he smacked his father across the face hard, then shook the man twice as he yelled, "What's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?" But that man said nothing in response, only shrinking his shoulder and remaining mum.
Initially, the three people were seated in the living room, chatting. He had already told Meng Fei there was something with the man beforehand (even though he had no intention of saying anything to that bastard at first). So Meng Fei was questioning his father quite concernedly, and at some point, Yu Jiang got up to get them some tea. He never expected that when he came back from the kitchen, his father would be in Meng Fei's embrace. Meng Fei would be holding that man tightly, and the two would be speaking in whispers. That father of his would then lift his eyes to look at him when he entered; his eyes clearly turned red.
Something is definitely wrong! Yu Jiang then recalled that even Tang Hong was acting odd, so he called him in while hugging his silent father to ask. Tang Hong mumbled and whimpered in response, so it was not easy to get a clear answer, but the main gist was that the police officer-cousin called Meng Yun had shown up there earlier, and Tang Hong accidentally let some things slip. That's what it was! Yu Jiang let out an internal sigh of relief. Then, after cursing and kicking Tang Hong out, he again lifted his father's face, staring warmly into those dark yet lifeless eyes. "What's the matter, hm? Are you scared Meng Yun will find out you killed someone and that he'll catch you? Are you afraid of being executed by a firing squad? Are you afraid of leaving me?" Yu Jiang lightly stroked the short, fine hairs on his father's chin; the warmth of his skin made him feel as though he was touching that man's heart and soul. Suddenly, he was overwhelmed by the urge to embrace the man in his arms tightly, to smother him with affection, to kiss him deeply—and that he did.
"Yes, he loves you. But what use is love alone? Without a sense of security, a feeling like love is no different than touching a burning match. Regardless of how dazzling it looks while it burns, there'll only be destruction in the end."
When he was imprisoned by Liu Wei, all he wished for was to escape, regain his long-lost freedom, and taste the sunshine on his skin once more.
Not long ago, after Meng Fei had arrived and taken him into his arms, he was comforted quite well. Knowing the gentle Meng Fei would completely understand his feelings, Yu Yanzhang's heart felt much more at ease. So when Meng Fei pulled his son outside, he lay on the sofa, his dazed eyes fluttering shut from the feeling of peace.
After the two parted lips, only a moist thread of silver hung between them. Yu Jiang then moved to kiss his father on the cheek. "Listen to me, alright? What the hell is wrong with you? Tell me! Tell me right now! If you don't tell me what the hell is wrong with you, I swear, I'm going to hit you again!" He lifted his hand, threatening a slap, but then dropped it to smack that man on the buttocks instead.
He was already so old, yet he had nothing he had built up to stand on.
Yu Jiang was shocked—so shocked that he stared at his father's face for a long time. He had almost laughed out loud, but he took his father's chin between his fingers instead. "Baby, did something snap in you today? Is that what's got you all worried? Do you want me to say I'll marry you? Babe, do you want to marry your own son?"
Initially, the three people were seated in the living room, chatting. He had already told Meng Fei there was something with the man beforehand (even though he had no intention of saying anything to that bastard at first). So Meng Fei was questioning his father quite concernedly, and at some point, Yu Jiang got up to get them some tea. He never expected that when he came back from the kitchen, his father would be in Meng Fei's embrace. Meng Fei would be holding that man tightly, and the two would be speaking in whispers. That father of his would then lift his eyes to look at him when he entered; his eyes clearly turned red.
That man shrank himself in fright, and he was again in Yu Jiang's embrace. But after his cheek was allowed to rest on Yu Jiang's hot and sturdy chest, within those lifeless eyes, a glimmer now shone. He lifted his head to look at Yu Jiang, the rims of his eyes red.
Meng Fei had come over that morning, and even though Yu Jiang wanted to just leave him outside high and dry, he couldn't stop a father from coming to see his future son. Besides, when his father saw that guy had arrived, his eyes were all expectant, seeming as though he wanted Meng Fei to come in. As for Yu Jiang, at such a sight, he felt his own eyes burn with jealousy.
Only God alone knows how much strength it took him to not smash that tray of piping hot tea right onto the head of that bastard son-of-a-bіtch former classmate of his!
Yu Jiang was shocked—so shocked that he stared at his father's face for a long time. He had almost laughed out loud, but he took his father's chin between his fingers instead. "Baby, did something snap in you today? Is that what's got you all worried? Do you want me to say I'll marry you? Babe, do you want to marry your own son?"
"Babe, baby. What's going on?" Yu Jiang was a bit anxious now, so he couldn't stop his tone from being rough. Not being able to figure out what that man was feeling had made him very uneasy! So he grabbed that man by the wrist and held that man's face to his own until their noses touched—until their eyes were locked. "Tell me, baby. If you tell me, I'm really going to hit you. So if you don't want to get hit, hurry up and tell me!"
Something is definitely wrong! Yu Jiang then recalled that even Tang Hong was acting odd, so he called him in while hugging his silent father to ask. Tang Hong mumbled and whimpered in response, so it was not easy to get a clear answer, but the main gist was that the police officer-cousin called Meng Yun had shown up there earlier, and Tang Hong accidentally let some things slip. That's what it was! Yu Jiang let out an internal sigh of relief. Then, after cursing and kicking Tang Hong out, he again lifted his father's face, staring warmly into those dark yet lifeless eyes. "What's the matter, hm? Are you scared Meng Yun will find out you killed someone and that he'll catch you? Are you afraid of being executed by a firing squad? Are you afraid of leaving me?" Yu Jiang lightly stroked the short, fine hairs on his father's chin; the warmth of his skin made him feel as though he was touching that man's heart and soul. Suddenly, he was overwhelmed by the urge to embrace the man in his arms tightly, to smother him with affection, to kiss him deeply—and that he did.
For a moment, the man just trembled, but unlike before, he did manage to speak. "W-What... What are we going to do in the future?"
Afterwards, even in bed, while Yu Jiang treated him cruelly as usual, that man still maintained his silence, as the only things that had left him were cries and pleading sobs. It was clear as day now that what that man was feeling was numbness and depression.
"Babe, baby. What's going on?" Yu Jiang was a bit anxious now, so he couldn't stop his tone from being rough. Not being able to figure out what that man was feeling had made him very uneasy! So he grabbed that man by the wrist and held that man's face to his own until their noses touched—until their eyes were locked. "Tell me, baby. If you tell me, I'm really going to hit you. So if you don't want to get hit, hurry up and tell me!"
iana: I honestly can't wrap my mind around the most unbelievable thing I've read in this entire story. Yu Jiang... went to the kitchen———to make them all tea...——himself! With his own two hands!! (⊙ˍ⊙)[] Christmas is next week so this might be the last update until next week. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays in advance.
"What we're going to do?" Yu Jiang was startled. How did I end up getting asked this again? "What we're going to do, huh? Well, all you have to do is stay with me. Are you thinking about doing something else?"
His mocking and dubious tone made Yu Yanzhang turn his face away bitterly.
"You... One d-day you'll get m-married," the man stammered.
"I'm not going to hit him! What the hell are you acting up for?!" Yu Jiang roared in response and then plopped his butt on the sofa. After this, he forced his father to sit on his lap. He hugged the man tightly, pressed both of their faces close, then seized that man's chin and took those pale, panicked, and trembling lips with his own. The kiss was passionate and animalistic, like that of a hungry wolf. so much so that Meng Fei, who was watching the two from the sidelines, felt as though his jaw would drop into oblivion.
Afterwards, even in bed, while Yu Jiang treated him cruelly as usual, that man still maintained his silence, as the only things that had left him were cries and pleading sobs. It was clear as day now that what that man was feeling was numbness and depression.
Yu Jiang was shocked—so shocked that he stared at his father's face for a long time. He had almost laughed out loud, but he took his father's chin between his fingers instead. "Baby, did something snap in you today? Is that what's got you all worried? Do you want me to say I'll marry you? Babe, do you want to marry your own son?"
Yu Jiang was shocked—so shocked that he stared at his father's face for a long time. He had almost laughed out loud, but he took his father's chin between his fingers instead. "Baby, did something snap in you today? Is that what's got you all worried? Do you want me to say I'll marry you? Babe, do you want to marry your own son?"
All he desired then was sunshine and freedom, but now, what Yu Yanzhang wants—god forgive me!
His mocking and dubious tone made Yu Yanzhang turn his face away bitterly.
The thought of it brought him pure sorrow. It made him feel like there was no meaning at all in life. Who cares about you? Who do you care about? What person in this world of man was willing to join hands with you in companionship until your hair turned white?
Not long ago, he had met Meng Zhaoxiong and couldn't do anything to stop that man from humiliating him, and today he met Meng Yu, who almost found out the truth. The back-to-back impact of it all threw his mind into a mess and ate away at his strength. What would his future be like? Does he even have one? These were the questions he couldn't help but wonder.
I'm gonna kick his damn аss out again!
"They're both so young. Do you actually think that they'll love you? Be with me..." Meng Zhaoxiong's words kept echoing in his chest.
That man shrank himself in fright, and he was again in Yu Jiang's embrace. But after his cheek was allowed to rest on Yu Jiang's hot and sturdy chest, within those lifeless eyes, a glimmer now shone. He lifted his head to look at Yu Jiang, the rims of his eyes red.
For a moment, the man just trembled, but unlike before, he did manage to speak. "W-What... What are we going to do in the future?"
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: Part Two
When he was imprisoned by Liu Wei, all he wished for was to escape, regain his long-lost freedom, and taste the sunshine on his skin once more.
Not long ago, after Meng Fei had arrived and taken him into his arms, he was comforted quite well. Knowing the gentle Meng Fei would completely understand his feelings, Yu Yanzhang's heart felt much more at ease. So when Meng Fei pulled his son outside, he lay on the sofa, his dazed eyes fluttering shut from the feeling of peace.
What infuriated him even further was that the man held in the arms of that damnable former classmate looked full of life, while he was nothing but a half-dead sack of flesh in his own! His face contorted into something grotesque at the sight of them. He was so envious that he was about to blow his lid! But just then, that damn guy got up and walked over to him. A smile was beaming on his face as he approached him and said, "Come, let's go have a chat for a while outside."
Only God alone knows how much strength it took him to not smash that tray of piping hot tea right onto the head of that bastard son-of-a-bіtch former classmate of his!
After he did, he happened to meet Tang Hong. He met Yu Jiang again, and he even ran into Meng Fei. Fate truly had boundless, wondrous secrets waiting in store. Like a magician constantly pulling surprises from their sleeves, it causes its puppets pain, sorrow, and shock. Then, while tears poured at its cruel teasing, fate just clapped its hands joyously as it laughed and laughed and laughed.
He grasped the back of that man's head and blocked his lips in an indulgent and unrestrained kiss that was deep. But even after he relaxed his hold, he didn't want that man to leave his arms. He would never allow him to leave.
Initially, the three people were seated in the living room, chatting. He had already told Meng Fei there was something with the man beforehand (even though he had no intention of saying anything to that bastard at first). So Meng Fei was questioning his father quite concernedly, and at some point, Yu Jiang got up to get them some tea. He never expected that when he came back from the kitchen, his father would be in Meng Fei's embrace. Meng Fei would be holding that man tightly, and the two would be speaking in whispers. That father of his would then lift his eyes to look at him when he entered; his eyes clearly turned red.
When he was imprisoned by Liu Wei, all he wished for was to escape, regain his long-lost freedom, and taste the sunshine on his skin once more.
All he desired then was sunshine and freedom, but now, what Yu Yanzhang wants—god forgive me!
In an instant, the jealousy in Yu Jiang's heart made him almost feel light-headed!
Little did Yu Jiang know, the heavens were smiling down on him, and so they had given him the chance to figure this mystery out.
After they were outside, Meng Fei's face was as serene as always as he spoke. "Yu Jiang, I hope you can allow your father to stay with me for a while."
I'm selfish and greedy. I'm truly a selfish and greedy person! Now he wanted both Yu Jiang and Meng Fei to love him. He also wanted his other son, Tang Hong, to forgive him. He didn't want Liu Wei to die. He just wanted that man to no longer have anything to do with him. He wanted to go somewhere far away, far enough that Meng Zhaoxiong would never find him. He wanted Meng Yun to be slow—so slow, he would find nothing to charge him. He wanted so many things, so damn many, but...
But he never expected that when he returned, that man would be sitting on the sofa, blankly staring at the television screen. Nor that even after waving his hand in front of that man's face a few times, that man would still not return to his senses.
The second he would be filled with hope, his hopes would all be dashed the very next second.
Yu Jiang was shocked—so shocked that he stared at his father's face for a long time. He had almost laughed out loud, but he took his father's chin between his fingers instead. "Baby, did something snap in you today? Is that what's got you all worried? Do you want me to say I'll marry you? Babe, do you want to marry your own son?"
The second he would be filled with hope, his hopes would all be dashed the very next second.
From within his arms, his father's voice was light as he replied, "Nothing. Everything's fine." That was what he said, but the look in his eyes was dead. Yu Jiang grew so anxious by the sight that he smacked his father across the face hard, then shook the man twice as he yelled, "What's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?" But that man said nothing in response, only shrinking his shoulder and remaining mum.
That day Yu Jiang left Meng Fei; he had made his way straight home. Meng Fei wanted to tag along originally, but after being refused so brutally, he left dejectedly.
Not long ago, after Meng Fei had arrived and taken him into his arms, he was comforted quite well. Knowing the gentle Meng Fei would completely understand his feelings, Yu Yanzhang's heart felt much more at ease. So when Meng Fei pulled his son outside, he lay on the sofa, his dazed eyes fluttering shut from the feeling of peace.
He was lost in his haze-ridden thoughts. Can I still hope? Can I still have desires? The young me was a tenacious boy, and as I grew into adulthood, I had never given up my will to desire. But over the years, it had been whittled away into nothing!
He was lost in his haze-ridden thoughts. Can I still hope? Can I still have desires? The young me was a tenacious boy, and as I grew into adulthood, I had never given up my will to desire. But over the years, it had been whittled away into nothing!
He had gotten old, little by little. His body was also now weakened by his near-constant state of pregnancy. He had no hatred for the reality of getting old. What troubled him the most were the "worries of youth" that were still unresolved in his life. This was more pressing than death itself!
I'm selfish and greedy. I'm truly a selfish and greedy person! Now he wanted both Yu Jiang and Meng Fei to love him. He also wanted his other son, Tang Hong, to forgive him. He didn't want Liu Wei to die. He just wanted that man to no longer have anything to do with him. He wanted to go somewhere far away, far enough that Meng Zhaoxiong would never find him. He wanted Meng Yun to be slow—so slow, he would find nothing to charge him. He wanted so many things, so damn many, but...
He was already so old, yet he had nothing he had built up to stand on.
But that man was pregnant, so no matter how rude he was being, Yu Jiang couldn't use too much force.
"Hey, let him go! What the hell are you trying to do?!" Meng Fei's ever-calm voice had sharpened.
Lifting his father to face him by the chin, Yu Jiang then crudely violated his lips. Upon noticing the zoned-out look still in his father's eyes, Yu Jiang asked him sternly, "What's wrong?"
It was all because of that unsightly body of his, unfit for anyone's eyes. Because of it, his life was absurd—a total farce!
"So you're telling me you can give him a sense of security?" Yu Jiang's face was downright sinister as he glowered at Meng Fei. He never expected that man to attempt to leave him again! He thought he was the only one who had that "kitten" well-trained, and no matter what he did to him, that cat would always obediently stay by his side! Argh! The thought of it alone made him boil in anger! It looks like I didn't teach you a proper lesson last time! But the problem was that he had no idea what triggered the man to act like this!
His pregnant body was always extremely tired, and at any moment it could fall fast asleep. But just as he was about to enter a true slumber, he was suddenly startled awake by loud steps approaching, and then the next instant, he was pulled into the air by Yu Jiang.
I'm gonna kick his damn аss out again!
The thought of it brought him pure sorrow. It made him feel like there was no meaning at all in life. Who cares about you? Who do you care about? What person in this world of man was willing to join hands with you in companionship until your hair turned white?
For a moment, the man just trembled, but unlike before, he did manage to speak. "W-What... What are we going to do in the future?"
Seeing his father's silence, Yu Jiang realised he had made an inappropriate joke, but he had no intention of admitting he was wrong. So he deliberately said some funny things to tease the man. He wanted to make him laugh. But that man only stared off into nowhere blankly and never so much as chuckled at one of his jokes.
"Hey, let him go! What the hell are you trying to do?!" Meng Fei's ever-calm voice had sharpened.
Afterwards, even in bed, while Yu Jiang treated him cruelly as usual, that man still maintained his silence, as the only things that had left him were cries and pleading sobs. It was clear as day now that what that man was feeling was numbness and depression.
Good lord! I already know Yanzhang is yours! There's no need for you to declare it so blatantly by showing me this kiss!
From within his arms, his father's voice was light as he replied, "Nothing. Everything's fine." That was what he said, but the look in his eyes was dead. Yu Jiang grew so anxious by the sight that he smacked his father across the face hard, then shook the man twice as he yelled, "What's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?" But that man said nothing in response, only shrinking his shoulder and remaining mum.
That man jumped, but when he whipped his head around, his son blocked his lips. His entire body was then lifted and rested on Yu Jiang's lap. Although he was not a petite man and his weight was not what could be called light, because Yu Jiang had done it so many times, there was nothing but ease in his movements. The one in his arms did put up an initial struggle, trying to break free. However, it was fruitless as always, so he could only concede.
What the hell exactly is wrong with him?
After the two parted lips, only a moist thread of silver hung between them. Yu Jiang then moved to kiss his father on the cheek. "Listen to me, alright? What the hell is wrong with you? Tell me! Tell me right now! If you don't tell me what the hell is wrong with you, I swear, I'm going to hit you again!" He lifted his hand, threatening a slap, but then dropped it to smack that man on the buttocks instead.
Yu Jiang thought about what it could be the next day but couldn't come up with so much as a clue. He held that man and angrily pushed him to talk, but that man only forced out a few words before again falling into a daze. Slaps by Yu Jiang weren't enough to get a word out of him. Yu Jiang was so incensed that he wanted to beat him up in a rage! He wanted to press him down on that bed and whip him as hard as he could, thinking that doing such a thing would bring that man back to his senses.
When he was imprisoned by Liu Wei, all he wished for was to escape, regain his long-lost freedom, and taste the sunshine on his skin once more.
His pregnant body was always extremely tired, and at any moment it could fall fast asleep. But just as he was about to enter a true slumber, he was suddenly startled awake by loud steps approaching, and then the next instant, he was pulled into the air by Yu Jiang.
"What we're going to do?" Yu Jiang was startled. How did I end up getting asked this again? "What we're going to do, huh? Well, all you have to do is stay with me. Are you thinking about doing something else?"
But that man was pregnant, so no matter how rude he was being, Yu Jiang couldn't use too much force.
Yu Jiang thought about what it could be the next day but couldn't come up with so much as a clue. He held that man and angrily pushed him to talk, but that man only forced out a few words before again falling into a daze. Slaps by Yu Jiang weren't enough to get a word out of him. Yu Jiang was so incensed that he wanted to beat him up in a rage! He wanted to press him down on that bed and whip him as hard as he could, thinking that doing such a thing would bring that man back to his senses.
After the two parted lips, only a moist thread of silver hung between them. Yu Jiang then moved to kiss his father on the cheek. "Listen to me, alright? What the hell is wrong with you? Tell me! Tell me right now! If you don't tell me what the hell is wrong with you, I swear, I'm going to hit you again!" He lifted his hand, threatening a slap, but then dropped it to smack that man on the buttocks instead.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: Part Two
Little did Yu Jiang know, the heavens were smiling down on him, and so they had given him the chance to figure this mystery out.
That day Yu Jiang left Meng Fei; he had made his way straight home. Meng Fei wanted to tag along originally, but after being refused so brutally, he left dejectedly.
Meng Fei had come over that morning, and even though Yu Jiang wanted to just leave him outside high and dry, he couldn't stop a father from coming to see his future son. Besides, when his father saw that guy had arrived, his eyes were all expectant, seeming as though he wanted Meng Fei to come in. As for Yu Jiang, at such a sight, he felt his own eyes burn with jealousy.
But, again, little did he know the thing that would make him burn to a crisp with jealousy was still to come!
Something is definitely wrong! Yu Jiang then recalled that even Tang Hong was acting odd, so he called him in while hugging his silent father to ask. Tang Hong mumbled and whimpered in response, so it was not easy to get a clear answer, but the main gist was that the police officer-cousin called Meng Yun had shown up there earlier, and Tang Hong accidentally let some things slip. That's what it was! Yu Jiang let out an internal sigh of relief. Then, after cursing and kicking Tang Hong out, he again lifted his father's face, staring warmly into those dark yet lifeless eyes. "What's the matter, hm? Are you scared Meng Yun will find out you killed someone and that he'll catch you? Are you afraid of being executed by a firing squad? Are you afraid of leaving me?" Yu Jiang lightly stroked the short, fine hairs on his father's chin; the warmth of his skin made him feel as though he was touching that man's heart and soul. Suddenly, he was overwhelmed by the urge to embrace the man in his arms tightly, to smother him with affection, to kiss him deeply—and that he did.
Meng Fei had come over that morning, and even though Yu Jiang wanted to just leave him outside high and dry, he couldn't stop a father from coming to see his future son. Besides, when his father saw that guy had arrived, his eyes were all expectant, seeming as though he wanted Meng Fei to come in. As for Yu Jiang, at such a sight, he felt his own eyes burn with jealousy.
But, again, little did he know the thing that would make him burn to a crisp with jealousy was still to come!
What infuriated him even further was that the man held in the arms of that damnable former classmate looked full of life, while he was nothing but a half-dead sack of flesh in his own! His face contorted into something grotesque at the sight of them. He was so envious that he was about to blow his lid! But just then, that damn guy got up and walked over to him. A smile was beaming on his face as he approached him and said, "Come, let's go have a chat for a while outside."
Initially, the three people were seated in the living room, chatting. He had already told Meng Fei there was something with the man beforehand (even though he had no intention of saying anything to that bastard at first). So Meng Fei was questioning his father quite concernedly, and at some point, Yu Jiang got up to get them some tea. He never expected that when he came back from the kitchen, his father would be in Meng Fei's embrace. Meng Fei would be holding that man tightly, and the two would be speaking in whispers. That father of his would then lift his eyes to look at him when he entered; his eyes clearly turned red.
"You... One d-day you'll get m-married," the man stammered.
In an instant, the jealousy in Yu Jiang's heart made him almost feel light-headed!
Tang Hong's face was as pale as a sheet while he scurried in and out of the room, with him also tripping over something or another from time to time. Every now and again, he would also cast secret glances towards that man on the sofa, then timidly avert his gaze every time he noticed Yu Jiang's eyes on him.
Afterwards, even in bed, while Yu Jiang treated him cruelly as usual, that man still maintained his silence, as the only things that had left him were cries and pleading sobs. It was clear as day now that what that man was feeling was numbness and depression.
His pregnant body was always extremely tired, and at any moment it could fall fast asleep. But just as he was about to enter a true slumber, he was suddenly startled awake by loud steps approaching, and then the next instant, he was pulled into the air by Yu Jiang.
Only God alone knows how much strength it took him to not smash that tray of piping hot tea right onto the head of that bastard son-of-a-bіtch former classmate of his!
Thus, Yu Jiang sprinted over and grabbed hold of the man lying on the sofa, almost roaring as he spoke. "What the fucking hell do you want to do?"
I'm gonna kick his damn аss out again!
"What? Never!"" Yu Jiang almost erupted in roars, but Meng Fei then explained, "These emotional outbursts of yours are far too intense. You need to take some time to properly calm down and correct them. Do you understand now?" He then pulled Yu Jiang into the living room, and there, he told him, "Your father doesn't feel safe by your side. Do you get it now? What he needs right now is a sense of security, and you currently cannot give him that."
The second he would be filled with hope, his hopes would all be dashed the very next second.
"They're both so young. Do you actually think that they'll love you? Be with me..." Meng Zhaoxiong's words kept echoing in his chest.
What infuriated him even further was that the man held in the arms of that damnable former classmate looked full of life, while he was nothing but a half-dead sack of flesh in his own! His face contorted into something grotesque at the sight of them. He was so envious that he was about to blow his lid! But just then, that damn guy got up and walked over to him. A smile was beaming on his face as he approached him and said, "Come, let's go have a chat for a while outside."
What the hell exactly is wrong with him?
"Babe, baby. What's going on?" Yu Jiang was a bit anxious now, so he couldn't stop his tone from being rough. Not being able to figure out what that man was feeling had made him very uneasy! So he grabbed that man by the wrist and held that man's face to his own until their noses touched—until their eyes were locked. "Tell me, baby. If you tell me, I'm really going to hit you. So if you don't want to get hit, hurry up and tell me!"
He was lost in his haze-ridden thoughts. Can I still hope? Can I still have desires? The young me was a tenacious boy, and as I grew into adulthood, I had never given up my will to desire. But over the years, it had been whittled away into nothing!
After they were outside, Meng Fei's face was as serene as always as he spoke. "Yu Jiang, I hope you can allow your father to stay with me for a while."
Lifting his father to face him by the chin, Yu Jiang then crudely violated his lips. Upon noticing the zoned-out look still in his father's eyes, Yu Jiang asked him sternly, "What's wrong?"
"What? Never!"" Yu Jiang almost erupted in roars, but Meng Fei then explained, "These emotional outbursts of yours are far too intense. You need to take some time to properly calm down and correct them. Do you understand now?" He then pulled Yu Jiang into the living room, and there, he told him, "Your father doesn't feel safe by your side. Do you get it now? What he needs right now is a sense of security, and you currently cannot give him that."
Something is definitely wrong! Yu Jiang then recalled that even Tang Hong was acting odd, so he called him in while hugging his silent father to ask. Tang Hong mumbled and whimpered in response, so it was not easy to get a clear answer, but the main gist was that the police officer-cousin called Meng Yun had shown up there earlier, and Tang Hong accidentally let some things slip. That's what it was! Yu Jiang let out an internal sigh of relief. Then, after cursing and kicking Tang Hong out, he again lifted his father's face, staring warmly into those dark yet lifeless eyes. "What's the matter, hm? Are you scared Meng Yun will find out you killed someone and that he'll catch you? Are you afraid of being executed by a firing squad? Are you afraid of leaving me?" Yu Jiang lightly stroked the short, fine hairs on his father's chin; the warmth of his skin made him feel as though he was touching that man's heart and soul. Suddenly, he was overwhelmed by the urge to embrace the man in his arms tightly, to smother him with affection, to kiss him deeply—and that he did.
"What? Never!"" Yu Jiang almost erupted in roars, but Meng Fei then explained, "These emotional outbursts of yours are far too intense. You need to take some time to properly calm down and correct them. Do you understand now?" He then pulled Yu Jiang into the living room, and there, he told him, "Your father doesn't feel safe by your side. Do you get it now? What he needs right now is a sense of security, and you currently cannot give him that."
Not long ago, he had met Meng Zhaoxiong and couldn't do anything to stop that man from humiliating him, and today he met Meng Yu, who almost found out the truth. The back-to-back impact of it all threw his mind into a mess and ate away at his strength. What would his future be like? Does he even have one? These were the questions he couldn't help but wonder.
Yu Jiang became suspicious. What's going on?
iana: I honestly can't wrap my mind around the most unbelievable thing I've read in this entire story. Yu Jiang... went to the kitchen———to make them all tea...——himself! With his own two hands!! (⊙ˍ⊙)[] Christmas is next week so this might be the last update until next week. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays in advance.
"A sense of security?" Yu Jiang felt as though he heard something incomprehensible. A sense of security? What the fυcking hell is that? But he still instinctively argued, "But he loves me?"
After they were outside, Meng Fei's face was as serene as always as he spoke. "Yu Jiang, I hope you can allow your father to stay with me for a while."
Lifting his father to face him by the chin, Yu Jiang then crudely violated his lips. Upon noticing the zoned-out look still in his father's eyes, Yu Jiang asked him sternly, "What's wrong?"
"A sense of security?" Yu Jiang felt as though he heard something incomprehensible. A sense of security? What the fυcking hell is that? But he still instinctively argued, "But he loves me?"
"Yes, he loves you. But what use is love alone? Without a sense of security, a feeling like love is no different than touching a burning match. Regardless of how dazzling it looks while it burns, there'll only be destruction in the end."
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: Part Two
I'm selfish and greedy. I'm truly a selfish and greedy person! Now he wanted both Yu Jiang and Meng Fei to love him. He also wanted his other son, Tang Hong, to forgive him. He didn't want Liu Wei to die. He just wanted that man to no longer have anything to do with him. He wanted to go somewhere far away, far enough that Meng Zhaoxiong would never find him. He wanted Meng Yun to be slow—so slow, he would find nothing to charge him. He wanted so many things, so damn many, but...
What the hell exactly is wrong with him?
"So you're telling me you can give him a sense of security?" Yu Jiang's face was downright sinister as he glowered at Meng Fei. He never expected that man to attempt to leave him again! He thought he was the only one who had that "kitten" well-trained, and no matter what he did to him, that cat would always obediently stay by his side! Argh! The thought of it alone made him boil in anger! It looks like I didn't teach you a proper lesson last time! But the problem was that he had no idea what triggered the man to act like this!
Seeing his father's silence, Yu Jiang realised he had made an inappropriate joke, but he had no intention of admitting he was wrong. So he deliberately said some funny things to tease the man. He wanted to make him laugh. But that man only stared off into nowhere blankly and never so much as chuckled at one of his jokes.
"What we're going to do?" Yu Jiang was startled. How did I end up getting asked this again? "What we're going to do, huh? Well, all you have to do is stay with me. Are you thinking about doing something else?"
When he was imprisoned by Liu Wei, all he wished for was to escape, regain his long-lost freedom, and taste the sunshine on his skin once more.
Thus, Yu Jiang sprinted over and grabbed hold of the man lying on the sofa, almost roaring as he spoke. "What the fucking hell do you want to do?"
N/A
Not long ago, after Meng Fei had arrived and taken him into his arms, he was comforted quite well. Knowing the gentle Meng Fei would completely understand his feelings, Yu Yanzhang's heart felt much more at ease. So when Meng Fei pulled his son outside, he lay on the sofa, his dazed eyes fluttering shut from the feeling of peace.
That man jumped, but when he whipped his head around, his son blocked his lips. His entire body was then lifted and rested on Yu Jiang's lap. Although he was not a petite man and his weight was not what could be called light, because Yu Jiang had done it so many times, there was nothing but ease in his movements. The one in his arms did put up an initial struggle, trying to break free. However, it was fruitless as always, so he could only concede.
But that man was pregnant, so no matter how rude he was being, Yu Jiang couldn't use too much force.
He grasped the back of that man's head and blocked his lips in an indulgent and unrestrained kiss that was deep. But even after he relaxed his hold, he didn't want that man to leave his arms. He would never allow him to leave.
His pregnant body was always extremely tired, and at any moment it could fall fast asleep. But just as he was about to enter a true slumber, he was suddenly startled awake by loud steps approaching, and then the next instant, he was pulled into the air by Yu Jiang.
"A sense of security?" Yu Jiang felt as though he heard something incomprehensible. A sense of security? What the fυcking hell is that? But he still instinctively argued, "But he loves me?"
"Hey, let him go! What the hell are you trying to do?!" Meng Fei's ever-calm voice had sharpened.
"What we're going to do?" Yu Jiang was startled. How did I end up getting asked this again? "What we're going to do, huh? Well, all you have to do is stay with me. Are you thinking about doing something else?"
"I'm not going to hit him! What the hell are you acting up for?!" Yu Jiang roared in response and then plopped his butt on the sofa. After this, he forced his father to sit on his lap. He hugged the man tightly, pressed both of their faces close, then seized that man's chin and took those pale, panicked, and trembling lips with his own. The kiss was passionate and animalistic, like that of a hungry wolf. so much so that Meng Fei, who was watching the two from the sidelines, felt as though his jaw would drop into oblivion.
After he did, he happened to meet Tang Hong. He met Yu Jiang again, and he even ran into Meng Fei. Fate truly had boundless, wondrous secrets waiting in store. Like a magician constantly pulling surprises from their sleeves, it causes its puppets pain, sorrow, and shock. Then, while tears poured at its cruel teasing, fate just clapped its hands joyously as it laughed and laughed and laughed.
Good lord! I already know Yanzhang is yours! There's no need for you to declare it so blatantly by showing me this kiss!
iana: I honestly can't wrap my mind around the most unbelievable thing I've read in this entire story. Yu Jiang... went to the kitchen———to make them all tea...——himself! With his own two hands!! (⊙ˍ⊙)[] Christmas is next week so this might be the last update until next week. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays in advance.
He grasped the back of that man's head and blocked his lips in an indulgent and unrestrained kiss that was deep. But even after he relaxed his hold, he didn't want that man to leave his arms. He would never allow him to leave.
"They're both so young. Do you actually think that they'll love you? Be with me..." Meng Zhaoxiong's words kept echoing in his chest.
Author's Note:
Notes:
Christmas is next week so this might be the last update until next week. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays in advance.
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