Chapter 58
FREE. Two hours before the end of the workday. After visiting Yi Chen and Zhao Linyue at the Government Affairs Department, Bai He returned to Qin Yao’s office and sat on the sofa, lost in thought.
Mu Lin and Shen Hao had been taken by Zhang Wenyi to tour FREE. With nothing to do, Bai He replayed the day’s events in his mind.
The more he thought about it, the stranger Zhang Yao’s behavior seemed.
Bai He was lost in thought until a faint scent brought him back.
Brandy. The top notes of musk deer, a fruity aroma reminiscent of wineāQin Yao’s pheromones.
The last time he smelled Qin Yao’s pheromones was in bed. The alpha would sometimes restrain his pheromones, and at other times let them flood out. Bai He had experienced enough of the top and middle notes of Qin Yao’s brandy scent.
He understood now. Qin Yao had two faces. The clingy, coquettish personality could be his true self or a disguise, but his fierce and teasingly malicious behavior in bed was definitely his true nature.
A masked gentleman. Bai He recalled the term again.
Previously, he had naively thought that Qin Yao’s musk deer pheromones didn’t fit the image of a masked gentleman, and even thought Qin Yao matched the Cat Head perfume better.
Now it seemed Qin Yao really could be considered a masked gentleman.
However, thinking carefully, Qin Yao wasn’t exactly gentlemanly in bed sometimes. Gentle, yes, but reckless could also describe him.
Bai He thought a lot, and unknowingly, his nerves relaxed considerably. With Qin Yao’s pheromones in the air, having been marked by Qin Yao several times, Bai He was naturally soothed by his alpha’s pheromones.
Realizing this belatedly, Bai He looked up at Qin Yao behind the desk across the room. The brandy scent was controlled at the top notes, very gentle. Qin Yao being able to control his pheromones so well to comfort Bai He despite his illness not being fully cured truly moved Bai He.
He hadn’t said anything or revealed any clues, yet Qin Yao still noticed his bad mood.
The melancholy gradually dissipated. The office was semi-enclosed with only the window open, containing Qin Yao’s pheromones. Even sitting far away, Bai He felt as if he were embraced by Qin Yao.
It was a wonderful feeling, as if Qin Yao were telling him from a distance: Don’t be unhappy, I’m here.
Bai He remembered the last time he was unhappy, Qin Yao, as Lingling the cat, had also rubbed against his leg to comfort him.
Qin Yao was very good at comforting people.
Bai He subconsciously ground his teeth. He turned to observe the office door; it was closed.
Qin Yao’s office had two frosted glass walls, even the door was glass. Bai He couldn’t see outside clearly, only shadows of people passing by.
Similarly, people outside probably couldn’t see inside clearly either.
His hand on his leg retracted slightly. finally making up his mind, he stood up and walked towards the desk.
Qin Yao hadn’t finished his work yet. He had just finished reading a hardcover document and closed it, raising his eyes to reach for the last folder beside him. Just as he raised his hand, it was grasped by Bai He standing beside him.
Qin Yao was stunned for a few seconds, then felt a weight on his lap. A fresh scent filled his nose as Bai He straddled him, face to face, leaning against him motionless.
Not entirely motionlessāBai He was gently sniffing his gland, his cool, soft lips occasionally touching it, making Qin Yao stiffen instantly.
Reacting, Qin Yao wrapped one arm around Bai He’s waist, his voice doting: “What’s wrong, baby?”
Bai He shook his head, then muffled his voice: “Wanted to smell your pheromones.”
The brandy scent became restless for a moment, then quickly softened again, like Qin Yao’s embrace, wrapping Bai He in tenderness.
Bai He slowly closed his eyes, leaning lightly on Qin Yao’s shoulder, his breathing gradually becoming even.
Qin Yao continued reading the documents, occasionally nuzzling his cheek against Bai He’s face, his actions overflowing with warmth.
Qin Yao cherished Bai He very well, like a treasure held in the palm of his hand.
Bai He could truly feel the love Qin Yao gave him.
When they first got together, Bai He felt unaccustomed to it, and even now he still felt a bit so, but he craved this passionate love. It was something he had wanted but never had before.
The deeper he sank into this tenderness, the more Bai He feared what might happen in the future.
He frowned in his daze, the catnip scent becoming somewhat anxious. Qin Yao’s large, warm palm landed on Bai He’s back, soothing him rhythmically.
The temporary mark was still effective. Bai He relied on Qin Yao, very much so. Gradually, he fell asleep leaning on Qin Yao’s shoulder.
The clock ticked. The office was quiet. Qin Yao heard Bai He’s slow, steady breathing. His hand turning the pages slowly stopped, returning to embrace Bai He’s waist.
Recently, Bai He’s mood seemed to fluctuate.
Qin Yao always had a strange feeling.
Both his hands pinched Bai He’s slender waist, leaning his face close to Bai He.
Catnip could drive him crazy. Bai He was Qin Yao’s addiction; he could bully Bai He in bed until he begged for mercy.
But at this moment, the cool catnip scent was mixed with a hint of sorrow. That addiction silently influenced Qin Yao, making him feel uneasy as well.
Why was his baby unhappy?
Qin Yao’s nose gently touched Bai He’s brow, carefully kissing the eyes that trembled even in sleep, cherishing him like a treasure.
Bai He seemed to be dreaming.
He opened his eyes. It was dusk. The lights weren’t on, and golden light filtered through the sheer curtains onto the carpet, covered in a layer of mist, like an oil painting.
He felt weak, his heart still palpitating. Bai He remembered this palpitation; it was a symptom of staying up late.
He struggled to sit up in bed. The air conditioner was on, cooling the room. He slept under a thin quilt, wearing a short T-shirt.
Looking around blankly, the surroundings were all too familiar.
This was his room.
Bai He, twenty-two years old, graduated a year ago, renting a place alone, making money from ASMR livestreams to help pay off family debts.
These were things in his memory. They felt like a mirage, and now he seemed to be standing within it.
He got up to open the window. Warm wind blew in; it was summer. He came back to his senses, looking at the furnishings in the room. On the computer desk, those ASMR tools were the same batch he used before his sudden death.
Bai He seemed to have returned.
But this felt like a dream. Sometimes he could distinguish between dreams and reality, but now he hesitated. What was this? A nightmare?
Bai He clenched his palms. He scanned the room listlessly. The dim room was filled with a scent of death. He bit his lower lip and began endlessly tidying up.
Pulling open the curtains to let the warm light in, he cleaned. There was actually nothing worth cleaning; Bai He had always been tidy. He just felt he should find something to do.
Everything here was shrouded in haze. The sounds of fruit peddlers outside faded away. Pedestrians and traffic came and went. He endlessly arranged furniture in the room, sweat forming on his face, but the sunset outside never fell.
Time froze. Bai He stopped moving. His hand gripping the broom stiffened. He lowered his head, looking at the book swept out from under the bedāthe novel “This Alpha is Super Bad”.
After a long time, Bai He seemed unable to feel his rapid breathing. He squatted down, fingers trembling, and opened the last chapter.
The descriptions near the end of the chapter reflected in his eyes, and Bai He’s breathing stopped.
Suddenly, the sun set, the mirage shattered. Bai He felt a violent falling sensation, then his whole body trembled, opening his eyes in shock.
He woke up.
Covered in sweat, Qin Yao was holding him, holding him very tight.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me. Are you awake? It’s okay, it’s okay, you just had a nightmare. I’m here.” Qin Yao’s voice was like a clear spring, saving Bai He from the fire.
Bai He recovered from the constant spasms. He bit his lower lip until it bled, hugging Qin Yao’s waist tightly, burying his head deeply into Qin Yao’s shoulder. His voice sounded as if he had suffered great grievance, as if the world had collapsed and he was about to collapse too.
“Qin Yao…”
“Here, I’m here.” Qin Yao kissed Bai He’s ear, rubbing his back: “Baby just had a nightmare. It’s okay now.”
If only everything was really just a nightmare.
Bai He’s heart ached. He held Qin Yao, afraid this person would die like described in the book in his dream.
Bai He dared not think about it.
He narrowed his eyes, tears welled up.
And Qin Yao held him all the while, softly comforting him.
After an unknown amount of time, under the comfort of Qin Yao’s pheromones, Bai He gradually calmed down. He opened his eyes, eyelashes still misty. His head buried in Qin Yao’s shoulder turned slightly, looking up unblinkingly at Qin Yao’s eyes.
Noticing Bai He’s gaze, Qin Yao buried his head and smiled, pecking Bai He’s lips again. Even after separating, he didn’t move far away, lips hovering close, like the intimate affection between animals.
“ā¦ā¦”
Bai He’s eyelashes trembled. Leaning on Qin Yao like this, he raised his finger to lightly pinch the button on Qin Yao’s collar: “I dreamed you died.”
Qin Yao froze, his heart aching. He buried his head to kiss Bai He again: “I won’t die. Those are just dreams. I will always be by your side.”
Bai He hummed.
He put down his hand, raised his head to actively kiss Qin Yao. Even though they had kissed a few times, Bai He was still unskilled. He touched the corner of the other’s lips, pulled away, hesitated for a moment, then kissed again, trying to gently pry open Qin Yao’s lips.
Qin Yao cooperated with Bai He, giving appropriate encouragement. Once Bai He’s tongue intruded, he took control. Holding Bai He, he was lingering and extremely gentle, sometimes fierce and sometimes soothing, and Bai He obediently cooperated.
Bai He had been in a bad mood all day. Qin Yao had noticed it early on. Was it because of Zhang Yao? But it seemed not just that.
Bai He wouldn’t be defeated like this by trivial matters like Zhang Yao. Qin Yao trusted Bai He.
So what happened to his baby?
The two kissed for a few minutes. Qin Yao slowly released Bai He, resting his forehead against Bai He’s: “Little Bai He, I want to know the reason for your unhappiness.”
Bai He wrapped his arms around Qin Yao’s neck, leaning back and panting. His eyes were red, gaze blurred, mist in his eyes.
Hearing Qin Yao’s words, Bai He was quiet for a long time.
Then he tightened his arms, looking into Qin Yao’s eyes.
Those things weren’t unspeakable, just lacking someone to trust. But Bai He felt that the current Qin Yao was worth trusting.
Telling this story required time and organizing thoughts.
Waiting for Qin Yao to get off work, Bai He organized his language in the car. Back home, they sat on the sofa. Bai He calmly narrated about another world, without subjectivity, just stating facts.
Until late at night, a heart-to-heart talk finally ended. Bai He looked at Qin Yao, wanting to find emotions in his eyes. His heart tightened inexplicably, breathing becoming somewhat difficult.
He just said it, without any evidence. Anyone else hearing it would think he was hysterical. Bai He knew Qin Yao wouldn’t question him, but wasn’t sure if Qin Yao would truly believe him.
After a long time, Qin Yao got up and went to the kitchen. When he came back, he held a cup of hot milk.
He placed the milk in Bai He’s hand, his own hand holding Bai He’s hand again.
“Drink some milk to moisten your throat first.” Qin Yao squatted in front of Bai He, looking up earnestly at him, eyes full of endless tenderness.
“Our baby came here alone, without friends or family. The only cat he got was a scumbag cat who lied to him.” Qin Yao said softly.
Bai He felt sour in his heart, and his eyes too.
“I’m sorry.” Qin Yao buried his head in Bai He’s lap, rubbing against it: “It must have been hard, right? I’m sorry…”
“ā¦ā¦”
Bai He’s eyes were hot, voice trembling messily: “Don’t you think it’s absurd?”
“I trust you unconditionally.” Qin Yao looked up again, gazing up with utmost reverence, as if looking at his god: “Little Bai He, you know what? Actually, since getting to know you well, I felt your existence seemed very ethereal. I even absurdly worried that one day you would suddenly disappear. It was a strange feeling. Now I know why.”
He held Bai He’s hand and smiled: “So, baby, you are a gift from another world to me. A gift I should cherish for a lifetime.”
Hot tears welled up in his eyes. Bai He turned his head away, choking with sobs: “What if one day I really disappear?”
“Then I’ll find you.” Qin Yao got up, resting Bai He’s head on his shoulder: “No matter where you go, I will find you. Don’t cry, baby.”
If no one comforted him, Bai He might have held back his tears. But humans are emotional animals. Qin Yao’s comfort made Bai He break down. The crying was quiet, suppressed, yet incredibly turbulent.
It was very late. After coaxing Bai He to sleep, in the darkness, Qin Yao’s phone lit up. He freed a hand to pick up the phone and found a friend request from a stranger.
Request message:
[Senior Qin, do you know what Bai He did before?]
Qin Yao’s gaze was unwavering. He blocked the number.
Shortly after, another friend request from a stranger.
Request message:
[Bai He almost drove a schoolmate to death in his second year of high school. You are with someone guilty of attempted murder?]
Sowing discord? Qin remained expressionless, snorting in his heart.
The baby in the second year of high school wasn’t his baby. Provocation ineffective. Blocked again. Qin Yao put down the phone. Bai He in his arms moved. He reached out to pat Bai He’s back.
Breathing stabilized again.
The phone lit up for the third time. Qin Yao was annoyed. Picking up the phone, indeed another number.
Request message:
[I know you can see this. You ignoring me, did he tell you something?]
Qin Yao froze.
No more requests came from that side. Qin Yao narrowed his eyes staring at the text.
Same city.
Zhang Yao finished sending the last message and put down the phone.
First, he used points to buy a piece of information. 007 told him Bai He was an outsider.
No wonder, no wonder the plot deviated!!
Bai He wasn’t the original Bai He! He wasn’t a paper person! He fell in love with Qin Yao! How could he allow Qin Yao’s ending to be death?
That made it even harder.
Maybe Bai He had already told Qin Yao something. The probing just now received no response. Zhang Yao couldn’t be sure if Qin Yao already knew what would happen in the future.
Trying to correct the plot now was extremely difficult, but there was a way. It wouldn’t hurt Bai He, who was also a transmigrator, and there was a chance to reverse the plot.
That was to let this Bai He return to where he should be.
Once Bai He was dealt with, other paper people would be easy to handle.
Zhang Yao dug out the remaining golden finger from the system, eyes dim, but suddenly froze.
Phone call. He looked at the phone thrown on the bed, seeing a stranger’s number.
He went over, picked up the phone and answered. The voice on the other end was calm but carried a ruthless edge: “If you dare touch Bai He, I will make your life a living hell.”
Zhang Yao’s back went cold. He slammed the phone down.
The cold wind blew him sober. That voice just now was Qin Yao!
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