Chapter 17: The Small-Time Star and His Short-Tempered Sugar Daddy (Part XVII)
Two hours ago.
Xiao Ji was lying on the floor of his bedroom, his phone placed next to his head on speaker mode. Hugging a small cushion, he listened to the video 037 played for him of Fang Yinnian punching Cheng Nuo with great satisfaction.
Seeing that Fang Yinnian was relatively obedient and kept his word, he decided to give him a reward.
Fang Yinnian sat on the edge of his bed, lighting a cigarette. He could hear faint footsteps on Xiao Ji’s end, but heard no words.
People naturally feel nervous and expectant when asking questions that are important and risky to themselves. Hearing no response from Xiao Ji for a long time, Fang Yinnian was just about to ask:
What the f*ck are you doing? If you don’t use your mouth, donate it. What does it mean to answer the phone and not make a sound?
Xiao Ji shoved his words back down his throat a step earlier, asking:
“You aren’t sleeping in the middle of the night just to dwell on that sentence?”
Fang Yinnian would never admit it.
Tossing and turning because of a single sentence from someone was far too un-profound. It would make it seem like he cared about Xiao Ji too much.
“I just suddenly remembered it,” he said.
Xiao Ji didn’t comment. He didn’t answer the question directly, only saying to Fang Yinnian, “Don’t let your imagination run wild. If you can’t sleep, go take a walk in the yard.”
With that, without waiting for Fang Yinnian to speak again, he hung up the phone, seemingly impatient.
Hearing the beep sound, Fang Yinnian’s anger flared up instantly.
Xiao Ji dared to ignore his question and hang up on him?!
He was so angry he wanted to smash his phone. But then he felt that before smashing it, he had to curse Xiao Ji’s ancestors to the eighteenth generation just to swallow half of this anger.
So he dialed Xiao Ji’s number again, only to be prompted that the phone was turned off.
Fang Yinnian stood up from the bed, grabbed a jacket to throw over himself, and walked out wearing slippers. Cursing Xiao Ji as a bastard internally, he decided that since Xiao Ji let him off during the day, he had to go smash Xiao Ji’s front door tonight.
As he walked, he prepared to call Xiao Lin to contact a professional door demolition master.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped out, he ran into someone who had just unlocked his main gate and was walking in from the outside.
Xiao Ji was wearing a baseball cap with the brim pulled low. In his arms, he held a large bouquet of budding, cute porcelain roses. Under the moonlight, he looked at Fang Yinnian with a smile.
“Angry?”
The angry expression on Fang Yinnian’s face froze, then gradually shattered. He walked up to Xiao Ji and punched him in the arm.
“You played me?”
Holding the roses in one hand, Xiao Ji grabbed Fang Yinnian’s wrist with the other, pulled him into his arms, and turned his head to kiss his cheek.
“No. I left in a hurry and my phone died. I didn’t hang up on you on purpose.”
Fang Yinnian’s heart had been constantly up and down because of Xiao Ji these past two days. Being held in someone’s arms at this moment, a strange sourness suddenly welled up.
He pushed Xiao Ji away, snatched the flowers from Xiao Ji’s hand, and held them tightly in his arms. Looking at those chubby, round, cute porcelain roses with pink centers, he expressed his displeasure:
“What did you buy? Peach buns? What grown man would like flowers that look so baffling?”
Although his mouth spoke picky words, the liking in his eyes almost overflowed.
Fang Yinnian was tall; compared to Xiao Ji, there wasn’t much difference.
Before this, Xiao Ji had never carefully observed the person in front of him. His impression had always remained on the Phoenix from the past.
Violent, irritable, rushing about like the wind and fire, yet arrogant and unruly—always looking like he feared the world wouldn’t be chaotic enough.
At this moment, under the gentle moonlight, Fang Yinnian holding that bunch of “peach buns” and saying things he didn’t mean gave Xiao Ji a feeling for the first time that this person… seemed a little cute.
He looked carefully at Fang Yinnian’s face and spoke frankly:
“I asked the florist. I said my boyfriend has a bad temper, wants to strangle me at the drop of a hat, threatens to blow up my front door, and kicks me out if I say three words wrong. I told her I made him angry again today and wanted to send a bouquet to coax him, asking what I should send.”
“She said my boyfriend must be very cute, and that this is as cute as you, so you would like it.”
In his twenty-eight years of life, aside from being praised as cute before the age of three, those two words had long bid farewell to Fang Yinnian’s world.
Listening to Xiao Ji’s words now, his old face could hardly hold it together. The anger from earlier dissipated completely. He turned his head, walking into the house while whispering curses:
“Truly f*cking blind. You’re the cute one, your whole family is cute…”
Perhaps because the description was too hard to accept, after entering the house, Fang Yinnian seemed a bit at a loss, acting particularly busy.
First, he put the flowers on the coffee table, then started wandering around the room, rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for something.
After searching for a while, as if forgetting what he was looking for, he poured a glass of water from the kitchen for Xiao Ji, then continued rummaging.
It took ages before he found a cut-glass vase in a corner wall cabinet. He filled it with water, unwrapped the ‘cute porcelain’, and used scissors to trim the stems while shoving the flowers into the vase.
In his heart, he pondered the word “boyfriend” over and over again. The more he thought about it, the more wrong it felt. He asked Xiao Ji: “You just said it so openly? Aren’t you afraid the florist would recognize you?”
Xiao Ji sat on the sofa, watching Fang Yinnian clumsily trim the flowers, and took a sip of water.
“I called the florist and told them. I wore a mask, sunglasses, and a hat when I went. They had it ready, I went in, grabbed it, and left.”
Most importantly, 037 had done a little tinkering and erased the surveillance footage of Xiao Ji entering and leaving the flower shop.
Fang Yinnian didn’t comment on the word “boyfriend,” only instructing:
“Following me, there will be more and more opportunities to appear on camera. Be careful in what you do. I don’t care, but you should cherish your own feathers.”
Xiao Ji rarely heard good words from Fang Yinnian’s mouth. A certain place in his heart suddenly felt like it had sunk a little—strange and not very comfortable.
His Adam’s apple moved, and he said, “Thank you.”
And sure enough, the next sentence that popped out of Fang Yinnian’s mouth was: “Why the f*ck are you being polite with me…”
The last few words didn’t come out. Perhaps Fang Yinnian himself felt it was too vulgar. They stuck in his throat for a while before he swallowed them back down, replacing them with:
“Don’t say useless things. As long as you are obedient, I won’t mistreat you.”
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brother nian I can also be obedient I, only need three meals a day hehehe