Chapter 90: What About That Time at the Cinema?
Although he didn’t get his wish entirely, Wen Ling still felt very comfortable from the kiss, and because of that, he had a bit of capital to act a little spoiled.
They had already been kissing for a long time. When Cheng Ge wanted to stop, Wen Ling would tug at his clothes, whimpering and saying some pampered words:
“Don’t. Cheng Ge, kiss me more.”
“A bit longer.”
“It feels so good, Cheng Ge.”
Essentially, he wanted Cheng Ge to kiss him for just a while longer.
In the end, no one knew how long this lingering and intertwined kiss lasted. It stopped because Wen Ling’s lips were bitten until they were numb and sore, and Cheng Ge felt bad for him.
Wen Ling’s thoughts were a mess. Cheng Ge kept kneading the back of his neck to help him regain his senses.
Actually, by comparison, Cheng Ge was much more disheveled. His breathing was unstable, and the corners of his eyes were red enough to be dazing.
He stared at Wen Ling’s eyelashes, which were stained with tiny tear droplets, and those moist red lips for a moment. Suddenly, he leaned down and rested his head on Wen Ling’s shoulder to stabilize his breathing, suppressing his gasps.
The temperature pressed against the crook of Wen Ling’s neck was scalding, yet Wen Ling didn’t mind at all. In fact, he was delighted; he loved these dependency-filled actions from Cheng Ge far too much.
Wen Ling was indeed someone who learned by example, and his only role model was Cheng Ge. Cheng Ge was so tired, yet he didn’t forget to knead his neck and stroke his back while leaning on his shoulder; he was so good to him.
So, Wen Ling also mimicked Cheng Ge, raising his hand to stroke Cheng Ge’s head and pat his back. He was very proud, only caring about his own triumph, not noticing that Cheng Ge’s temperature was getting higher and his breathing was incredibly erratic.
Finally, Cheng Ge splashed his face with cold water and sat directly on the floor in front of Wen Ling’s small stool, keeping his head down to continue calming himself.
After a long time, Cheng Ge looked up, his eyes much clearer now. With a bit of a lazy smile, he looked at Wen Ling. “Satisfied?”
Cheng Ge’s voice was originally pleasant, but now it was a bit raspy and filled with laughter. It made Wen Ling’s ears feel tingly and itchy, and then Wen Ling just focused on rubbing his own ears.
Seeing Wen Ling staring at him with wide, watery eyes but only rubbing his ears, looking a bit dazed, Cheng Ge thought he hadn’t regained his senses yet. So, he nudged Wen Ling’s toes with his own and asked warmly, “Are you happy?”
Wen Ling pinched his earlobe again and nodded. “Especially happy.”
He added: “I really liked it.”
Cheng Ge laughed softly for a while and asked: “Liked what?”
“You kissing me. Cheng Ge kissing me like that.” Wen Ling wasn’t ashamed of these things at all; he was even quite proud.
“You only like me kissing you?” Cheng Ge asked.
Wen Ling couldn’t quite understand now. He tilted his head, his gaze confused and innocent as he looked at Cheng Ge.
Cheng Ge was still laughing, more handsomely and movingly than usual: “Don’t you like me anymore?”
Wen Ling blinked a few times and laughed along with Cheng Ge: “I like Cheng Ge the most.”
“I really like you.”
Cheng Ge’s legs spread out a bit, resting beside Wen Ling’s two legs. He squeezed Wen Ling’s ankles together. “I know.”
Actually, Cheng Ge’s actions today looked very childish—extremely childish. To sit on the floor, to play by squeezing Wen Ling’s calves together, and even to ask Wen Ling a question like “Don’t you like me anymore?”—something Wen Ling would usually ask.
It was very inconsistent with his character, but neither of them felt anything was wrong.
Perhaps this was exactly how it should be.
Because of the interruption, the haircut took three or four times longer than usual, but neither of them felt like they were wasting time.
For the remaining finishing touches, Cheng Ge trimmed more seriously. After a long period of silence, Wen Ling suddenly mentioned Lin Yuchen. “I really want to send him in. I hate him so much.”
“Mm.” Cheng Ge gave a sound of acknowledgment, indicating he was listening. Wen Ling continued: “But he was in a car accident. He’s dying.”
Cheng Ge’s movements paused. He asked curiously, “Wasn’t it said he was a vegetable?”
“That’s what’s being said publicly. Strictly speaking, he’s dying.”
“How do you know?”
“I had someone look into it.”
True, Cheng Ge had almost forgotten that Wen Ling was very wealthy. It shouldn’t be difficult for him to hire a detective to investigate things.
“Then are you sure the person in the hospital is Lin Yuchen?” Cheng Ge remembered how 001 had asked if he meant the Lin Yuchen in the hospital; he always felt there was something strange about it.
Wen Ling blinked. This question was beyond his scope of thought. He thought for a moment and said, “Yes, the information matches, and there have been no reports of anything unusual. I have photos, though they aren’t very clear, and his entire body is covered in burns. Does Cheng Ge want to see?”
“Let me see.”
Wen Ling pulled his phone from his pocket, opened an app Cheng Ge didn’t recognize, swiped the screen a few times, and pulled up a photo.
The shooting angle was strange, as if the photographer had placed it in a corner of their clothes. As a result, the image was tilted.
The photo wasn’t clear, but the content was distinct. There were two people in it.
One was covered in burns, with yellow pus and scabs on the face, and some areas were still seeping blood. From the silhouette, one could tell it was Lin Yuchen.
The other was a woman with her hair up, looking very sad and haggard.
“Who is this woman?”
“His mother.”
Cheng Ge nodded without saying a word. With the situation like this, perhaps it was heaven’s will. He couldn’t care about others. Now that things had reached this point, this matter could be considered over.
At this moment, Cheng Ge realized that Wen Ling actually had many little thoughts, and he was quite a complex person.
You could say he was slow and naive, but he also had a sharp mind. The little calculator in his head worked better than anyone’s, and he was quite vengeful.
But if you said Wen Ling was a manipulative person who knew how to play games, Cheng Ge looked at Wen Ling—those glass-like eyes were so clear, and the things in his heart were so direct and simple. Words like “deception” and “scheming” didn’t suit him either.
But whatever the case, Wen Ling was Wen Ling—just Wen Ling.
“What about that time at the cinema? You didn’t let me follow you. Can I ask what you went to do?”
Wen Ling pursed his lips, his eyes darting around. Instead of answering, he asked, “Aren’t we going to pick up the glasses tomorrow?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah.” There had been too many accidents recently, one after another. Cheng Ge had been so focused on solving other things that he had almost forgotten they were supposed to go pick up glasses together. “Right. Why?”
Wen Ling grabbed the hem of Cheng Ge’s T-shirt and gave it a tug. He said, “Then I’ll tell you tomorrow, okay?”
Whether to speak or not was Wen Ling’s freedom anyway. No matter what, Cheng Ge wouldn’t object. Now that he was being “coaxed” by Wen Ling like that, he naturally said, “Okay, okay, okay.”
After the haircut, Cheng Ge even helped him wash his hair. Of course, he had to blow-dry it too. It was a complete salon service, making Wen Ling feel incredibly pampered.
Wen Ling’s hair was very smooth; after blow-drying, it became fluffier. Combined with the new short cut, it made him look even cuter than usual. Because he was being “handled” by Cheng Ge, he was exceptionally obedient, giving off a vibe of being very, very “good.”
Cheng Ge looked down as he coiled the cord of the hair dryer. Suddenly, he suggested, “Let me take a photo of you.”
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