After Being Reborn, I Became Explosively Popular Across the Entire Internet CHAPTER 114
Chapter 114: His YanYan is so Easy to Please
“Gege, your mother is back.”
Gu Fei had just answered the phone when he heard the young man’s slightly nervous voice. Before he could speak, he noticed rustling sounds on the other end.
He frowned slightly. “YanYan, what are you doing?”
An Qingyan immediately stopped, sat on a chair holding some clothes, and spoke in a weak voice, “Packing my bags to go back to the An family.”
In the CEO’s office, the man, who had been calmly sitting at his desk, immediately stood up. “Are you angry with Gege?”
He remembered what happened last night; the child was a little angry.
An Qingyan immediately denied it. “No…” He lowered his eyes hesitantly. “Your mother is back, and I don’t feel comfortable staying here anymore. She doesn’t know about our relationship.”
Gu Fei thought it was something else. Unexpectedly, it was this. His sharp brows relaxed, his calm tone as if he didn’t care at all. “I’ll tell her now.”
An Qingyan: “No!”
After a pause, he explained, “…I’m not ready yet.”
Gu Fei: “If you move out, I’ll tell her immediately.”
An Qingyan: “…”
A threat! A blatant threat!
After a mental struggle, weighing the pros and cons, the compliant An Qingyan compromised. “Then I won’t go…” Anyway, his arm would be completely healed in a few days, and then he would really have to return to the An family.
The expected answer. A satisfied curve appeared on the man’s lips. He could imagine the young man’s downcast expression. Unfortunately, he couldn’t touch that soft hair right now. “Good.”
Before hanging up, the young man’s soft and gentle voice reached his ears. “Actually, I lied just now. I am angry, but only a little… You don’t have to coax me.”
Then, the call was quickly disconnected.
He said he didn’t need coaxing, but his tone was like a spoiled kitten, arrogantly saying he didn’t need coaxing, while his inner thoughts were: Hurry up and coax me.
Gu Fei couldn’t help but smile.
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The gossiping employees at Gu Corporation discovered their CEO had left work an hour early, carrying a delicately packaged bag from a famous, luxurious, and expensive dessert brand in the city.
Gu Ye leaving an hour early and carrying desserts—definitely not for himself. He must be going home early to accompany a certain Lin… oh no, an An, beauty.
Goodness… unexpectedly, Gu Ye is so considerate.
Is this still their cold, taciturn, and impartial CEO? Of course! It’s just that his gentleness and consideration are all given to a certain An beauty.
Aww… so envious.
Aww… this is so sweet!
Gu Fei returned home to find nobody there. Butler Shen greeted him, taking his suit jacket. Smiling, he said, “Mr. Gu, Madam is home. She’s making dumplings with young Master An in the kitchen.”
“Mm, I know.”
Gu Fei immediately went to the kitchen, placing the desserts he had specially bought on the table. As he reached the kitchen door, he heard voices from inside, chatting and laughing.
“I’ve been abroad, constantly thinking about the food back home, especially these dumplings.”
“Aunt, you should eat more later.”
“Definitely.”
An Qingyan was focused on his dumplings, his technique not very skillful, but he successfully wrapped one, smiling contentedly. Lifting his head, he saw someone standing at the door. “Gege, you’re back.”
The smile on the young man’s face hadn’t faded; his eyebrows were curved, his eyes bright. At some point, flour had gotten on his cheeks and nose, making him look like a little kitten.
Gu Fei’s eyes also softened. At that moment, Yu Qingtong looked at him, startled, dropping her dumplings. “Son! I haven’t seen you in months, and you’re actually smiling!”
“…”
Gu Ye immediately suppressed his smile, instantly returning to his cold expression, looking coldly at his mother, whom he had almost forgotten for months. “Why didn’t you say you were coming back?”
“I wanted to surprise you.”
Yu Qingtong looked at her son’s expressionless face, as if what she had just seen was an illusion. She twitched her mouth. It seems there was no surprise.
“Don’t just stand there.” Yu Qingtong was used to her son’s taciturn and reticent nature. She pushed Gu Fei inside. “Come and help us make dumplings. No work, no food.”
An Qingyan secretly curled his lips. So even Gu Ye had this day.
Gu Fei could only resignedly roll up his shirt sleeves. After washing his hands, he stood beside the young man, watching his clumsy dumpling-making, and couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
“…” An Qingyan felt insulted. This was blatant mockery. He glared at the man resentfully. “Gege, can you make dumplings?”
He thought, Gu Fei had lived a pampered life, always having people to serve him. He’d never done housework, let alone such a technical task as making dumplings.
Gu Fei didn’t speak, proving himself with action. He picked up a dumpling wrapper, skillfully filling it with meat, his long, slender fingers moving nimbly.
In a moment, a beautifully made dumpling appeared before An Qingyan, in stark contrast to his own ugly attempt.
Gu Fei: “Is it difficult?”
An Qingyan: “…”
He quickly backtracked. “This is my first time making dumplings. I’ll get better with practice.” He’d never made dumplings at the Lin family. Those few were made under Yu Qingtong’s instruction.
They were close together. Gu Fei patiently and gently taught An Qingyan how to make dumplings. His actions were intimate, and there was a strangely fitting feeling between them.
Yu Qingtong watched them with a strange look. She had never seen Gu Fei show this side of himself to anyone. “You two…”
An Qingyan was startled, immediately distancing himself from Gu Fei, nervously watching Yu Qingtong’s expression. Had their actions been too intimate? Had his aunt noticed something?
Gu Fei hoped his mother had noticed something.
“Your relationship is very good, isn’t it?” Yu Qingtong smiled with relief, her tone gentle. “Gu Fei, YanYan is also your junior, you should take good care of him.”
“…”
The corner of Gu Fei’s mouth twitched imperceptibly, his lips tightening slightly. Because of his mother’s words about “junior,” they were only… well, eight years apart.
Eight years isn’t that much.
He consoled himself.
An Qingyan, however, breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing the man’s slight displeasure, he couldn’t help but secretly smile.
Unexpectedly, he hadn’t been caught red-handed. Meeting the man’s calm, slightly resentful gaze, he quickly suppressed his smile. “Make dumplings, let’s continue making dumplings.”
The atmosphere in the kitchen was pleasant and warm. After making the dumplings, Yu Qingtong asked them to leave, saying she’d call them when they were ready.
As soon as they left, An Qingyan pulled Gu Fei aside, acting furtively, looking around cautiously. Then he leaned into the man’s ear and whispered, “Gege, we need to keep our distance in front of Aunt.”
Gu Fei: “Mm?”
“I’ll move back to the guest room…”
“YanYan…” Before he could finish, Gu Fei reached out and gently cupped An Qingyan’s neck.
“You have flour on your face.” The man’s warm palm held the young man’s cheek, his fingertips gently wiping away the flour.
“…”
An Qingyan stared blankly at the handsome face inches away, meeting the deep, well-like eyes, his heart beating faster. It was just wiping his face, but why did the atmosphere suddenly become ambiguous?
Gu Fei’s fingertips gradually moved lower, pressing against the young man’s soft lips, lightly caressing them. “I brought you dessert, YanYan. Do you want to eat?”
An Qingyan: “Mm.”
Then he followed Gu Fei to the dining room and sat at the table, accepting the man’s feeding. The desserts were exquisite and melted in the mouth, sweet but not cloying.
He couldn’t help but eat attentively.
Wait!
Had he forgotten something?
What was he about to tell Gu Fei just now?
An Qingyan’s movements stopped. He had a cherry in his mouth, his cheeks slightly puffed out. He looked sideways at the man beside him, his eyes a little bewildered. Had he fallen into a trap?
“This yogurt pudding is also good, try it?” Gu Fei opened the package, placing the pudding with its sweet aroma in front of the young man, his lowered eyes hiding a fleeting playful smile.
An Qingyan couldn’t resist. “Okay.”
Successfully diverted, Gu Fei ruffled the young man’s hair, intently watching his clean, gentle profile, his eyes still carrying a satisfied smile. The child was very happy to have delicious food.
Gu Fei asked, “Happy?”
“Mm.” An Qingyan didn’t look up.
Gu Fei: “So, did I coax YanYan?”
At these words, An Qingyan froze. He looked up, unexpectedly meeting the man’s deep eyes filled with a faint smile, dotted with tenderness.
To be honest, his anger had long since dissipated, he’d even forgotten about it. He didn’t expect Gu Fei to remember and genuinely try to coax him.
An Qingyan’s nose felt a little sore, but a big smile bloomed on his handsome face. He nodded solemnly. “Mm, you did.”
His YanYan is so easy to please, and so well-behaved.
