Part 2
Qin Yao realized belatedly that he hadn’t handled this well. Just as he was feeling annoyed, he looked up and saw Bai He standing not far away in his pajamas, his eyes filled with endless exhaustion and sadness.
Just from Bai He’s eyes, Qin Yao understood.
The shouting outside became increasingly unbearable. Qin Yao pulled the door open, smiling humorlessly at the man in the doorway. Behind Bai’s father, the mother cowered, her eyes red-rimmed.
The suddenly opened door froze the couple’s expressions. The man’s voice stuck in his throat for a few seconds, his face already flushed the color of pig liver from screaming.
It was obvious he found it shameful himself, yet he insisted on using these methods to force Bai He into submission.
“Uncle.”
Qin Yao lowered his eyelids, looking down at the man who barely reached his chest. His finger pressed on his phone screen, which displayed the number for the police.
“Your behavior constitutes disturbing the peace. I can call the police to have you removed at any time. Furthermore—”
The corners of Qin Yao’s lips turned down. “You took a total of 2.2 million from your son. He has sufficient evidence to prove that it was to pay off gambling debts you incurred. You’ve been gambling for years—using legal activities as a front while accumulating a massive amount of illegal debt. If we report this to the police, it’s enough to send you to prison for over a decade. Also, if Bai He wants to cut ties with you, I can help him do it. I can also help him ruin half your life.”
“…You… who are you scaring?!” Bai’s father’s fingers trembled. “Where is Bai He! Did he tell you something? Let him come out and talk to me!”
“Don’t move around, Uncle.” Qin Yao’s finger slid across the phone screen. “Do you really want to try prison food?”
“Oh, I told you not to push Xiao He!” The mother, who had been shrinking in the back, rushed up to grab the furious father. She couldn’t drag him away, so she lowered her voice to persuade him, “He doesn’t look like he’s lying. Do you really want to go to jail? Let’s… let’s come back later. Let Xiao He calm down for a few days…”
Perhaps fearing jail, and having a guilty conscience, the man used the woman—who was much weaker than him—pulling him as an excuse to step down. He bent over and spat, pointing at Qin Yao’s nose. “Want to cut ties with me? Keep dreaming! I’ll be his father for life!!”
Leaving these words behind, the man turned and walked away, face red with anger. The mother was anxious, looking at the retreating father, then hesitantly looking back into the apartment. She hesitated to speak, finally leaving only one sentence: “We are sorry to Xiao He. His health isn’t good, he needs to eat well. We’ll come see him in a few days.”
Qin Yao remained expressionless. “Auntie, you’d better not come back.”
Bai’s mother froze.
Qin Yao turned his head away. “You know you’ve wronged him, so why come? Do you assume he actually wants to see you?”
The mother’s eyes turned red again, tears flowing uncontrollably. Qin Yao watched for a moment, then silently entered the apartment and closed the door, cutting off the faint sound of crying from outside.
There was a small hallway in the entryway, not too long. Qin Yao reached the living room in two steps.
The lights were still off, the curtains still drawn. He looked around but didn’t see Bai He. Suddenly, he heard a clatter from the kitchen. Startled, he took a few large strides to the kitchen and found Bai He holding a bowl, eating porridge.
The noise just now was the spoon hitting the counter.
Qin Yao’s mood was like a roller coaster, and he wasn’t feeling much better right now. He hadn’t known Bai He faced such parents growing up. Hearing Bai He calmly narrate those experiences earlier hadn’t prepared him for the reality; Qin Yao couldn’t quell the anger in his heart.
He walked over slowly and hugged Bai He from behind, burying his head in Bai He’s shoulder.
Bai He, holding the bowl, stopped eating and asked softly, “Are they gone?”
“Mn, gone.” Qin Yao rubbed his chin against Bai He’s shoulder, a hint of coquettishness in his action.
“Thank you.” Bai He lifted the bowl in his hand. “Want some? The porridge you made is delicious.”
“I’ll eat.” Qin Yao stood up straight and opened his mouth for the spoon Bai He offered. The porridge was indeed good, but Qin Yao was too angry to taste the saltiness.
He nuzzled Bai He’s face. “I’m very good at cooking. I’ll make it for you from now on.”
“Okay.” Bai He smiled lightly. “I look forward to it.”
“Xiao Bao, this is the world you grew up in.” Qin Yao lifted his head, his arms still around Bai He’s waist. He gazed into Bai He’s eyes. “I want to walk the places you’ve walked. Whatever places made a deep impression on you, I want to see them all.”
Bai He pressed his lips together, his eyelashes trembling. This face was extremely beautiful. At this moment, it was calm as gentle water, yet shrouded in a layer of melancholy. “Qin Yao, will I go back there with you?”
“It’s not ‘there’,” Qin Yao told Bai He. “You originally belong there. Your home is there.”
“Little Bai He, you accepted my proposal. We are family.” Qin Yao pressed his face against Bai He’s. “Your memories are here. I’ll go see them with you. I will remember those memories together with you.”
Bai He pondered, turning around in Qin Yao’s embrace to face him. The height difference forced Bai He to look up. He hesitated for a moment, then kissed Qin Yao on the chin—a very intimate gesture.
Qin Yao froze, holding Bai He’s shoulders and blinking. “Why only the chin?”
Bai He looked away, his gaze unnatural. “You’re too tall. Looking up hurts my neck.”
This amused Qin Yao. He bent down and scooped Bai He up, carrying him to the living room and setting him down. He sat on the sofa, pulling Bai He to stand between his legs, arms wrapped around Bai He’s slender waist, looking up. “Now you can bury your head and kiss me.”
Bai He pursed his lips and didn’t speak. Qin Yao shook him eagerly, the coquettishness even stronger.
Bai He couldn’t handle Qin Yao acting spoiled like this. He tried to turn his head away, but couldn’t avoid looking at him. The feeling of being held and shaken made Bai He’s heart itch, as if Qin Yao would meow at him in the next second.
Helpless, he shoved the bowl in his arms to Qin Yao, cupped the other’s face, and lightly touched the corner of his lips. They separated in less than a second.
Qin Yao’s breath hitched. He placed the bowl on the small side table, tightened his arms to catch the fleeing Bai He, and tilted his head back to seal Bai He’s lips.
Bai He couldn’t escape. He was kissed until he leaned back, the hands at his waist acting recklessly, touching him restlessly.
He couldn’t support himself leaning back and unknowingly ended up sitting on Qin Yao’s lap. His lips and tongue were sucked forcefully, his tongue teased and stirred by Qin Yao. The sound of their intertwined panting and the inevitable wet noises of a deep kiss filled his ears, exploding with shame.
They kissed for a long time, stirring up a fire. Bai He reached out to push Qin Yao away. It took a while to push the clingy big cat away. At this moment, behind Qin Yao, a large, fluffy tail was swishing excitedly back and forth, and cat ears were rubbing against Bai He’s neck.
Bai He wouldn’t let him kiss anymore. In the interval of calming their breathing, Qin Yao buried his head in Bai He’s chest. His hot breath hit Bai He’s body, connecting with his heartbeat, rising and falling unevenly.
…
This embrace completely enveloped Bai He. Qin Yao was much larger than Bai He. With his head buried in Bai He like this, his ears and tail exposed, all Bai He could see when he looked down was a jubilant big cat burrowing into his arms.
Bai He suddenly remembered the bell tied to the rose. He stared at the back of Qin Yao’s neck. The wolf-cut black hair was tied in a small bun, exposing some skin on the neck. It was white and suitable for wearing something—a jingling bell would be perfect.
Thinking of the bell naturally reminded him of what they did while wearing it. Bai He’s face burned. Suddenly, his feet left the ground. He instinctively grabbed Qin Yao’s shoulders and asked in surprise, “Where are we going?”
Qin Yao walked steadily, heading familiarly toward the bedroom, smiling as he kissed Bai He’s forehead. “To exercise.”
And so, the plan to go out was postponed again.
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