Chapter 41

Early in the morning, the two of them were cuddling in bed for a while. Fang Chen suddenly remembered something and poked the man's chest. "Eh? You didn't go to morning exercise today."

Xisi hummed, "Holding you makes me feel like I don't want to move. I'm taking a day off today. Thanks to you, I'm also celebrating Spring Festival today."

Fang Chen lay on top of him, his furry head resting against the man's chin, rubbing it twice. "There's a saying in our country..."

Unable to figure out how to translate it, Fang Chen simply switched to Chinese, "From now on, the emperor will not hold court early in the morning."

Sith pinched his ear and asked, "What do you mean?"

"It means that the emperors of ancient times were obsessed with the beauty of their concubines and neglected state affairs."

Xisi laughed, his hand slid down, and pinched Fang Chen's cheek again. He whispered, "If I were the emperor, I'd build a palace on the island in the center of the lake, lock you up there, and forbid you from seeing anyone. You'd just wait for me every day—"

He didn't say the last two words, but just rubbed the boy's lips with his fingers in a very affectionate manner.

Fang Chen's face flushed. He cursed him, "Pervert."

Sith responded and accepted the title calmly.

At first, Fang Chen was lying on the man like a little sloth, but suddenly he felt something was wrong. After feeling the changes under him, he immediately didn't dare to lie on him anymore and rolled off the man quickly.

I wanted to call him a pervert again, but then I became even more scared.

The lamb blushed and dared not speak. He crawled to the other side and got out of bed. "Get up, get up, hurry up, I'm hungry."

Sis wanted to laugh but didn't say anything. He got up, took a shower in the bathroom, and then found clothes for Xiaoyang to change into.

Looking at the whole set of red clothes in front of him, Fang Chen was shocked, "There's no need to be so festive."

Sis squatted in front of him and let the lamb put its feet on his legs and put socks on him. "Put them on. You look good in red."

With just one sentence, the lamb was coaxed into submission.

After Fang Chen changed his clothes obediently, Xisi gave him another stack of red envelopes.

"What are you doing?"

"It contains cash. You can give it to them later. They will definitely be happy."

Fang Chen blinked, "Why do you want me to deliver it?"

Sith stood up, lowered his head and kissed him, "They all like you."

Fang Chen was a lively man who loved to smile at everyone he saw. Throughout the entire manor, no one disliked him. The chefs constantly devised new dishes for him, and as soon as Butler Ding Er heard what he liked, he would immediately prepare it in the villa.

Fang Chen hesitated for a moment, but still took the red envelope.

"But it was obviously you who gave it to me."

Xisi frowned, raised his hand and patted Fang Chen on the butt, "Talk nonsense again, what's mine is yours."

Fang Chen jumped up and covered his butt, his eyes wide, "Don't hit children during the New Year!"

Sis clapped again, "Is it okay to beat your wife?"

“It’s even worse!!!”

As if being chased by a wolf, Fang Chen ran downstairs. When he reached the first floor, he almost bumped into the housekeeper. Ding Er smiled and said, "Young Master, run slowly and don't fall."

Fang Chen quickly stopped, looked up and smiled at him, and handed him a red envelope in his hand. "Happy New Year, housekeeper. This is a red envelope. It's a custom in our place. If you take a red envelope, you will have a peaceful year."

Ding Er was flattered and accepted it. The red envelope was quite substantial. After pinching it, it probably weighed about a thousand dollars.

He bowed repeatedly and thanked her, "Thank you, young sir."

The lamb smiled and said, "I should thank the housekeeper for taking care of me."

In the following time, he ran around like a boy giving out money, giving a red envelope to everyone he met. Early in the morning, the whole manor was already filled with joy.

Only after sending out the last red envelope did Sis take the man to the restaurant for dinner.

After taking a bite of the mushy sandwich, Fang Chen sighed, "Before I came here, you didn't smile at all. Why didn't the housekeeper say that to me?"

He imitated Butler Ding Er's tone and said, "The young master finally smiled."

Sis paused for a moment, "Why am I not smiling? Do I have facial paralysis?"

Fang Chen choked. "This is just an exaggerated rhetorical device to express how important I am to you. Forget it, you foreigners won't understand even if I tell you."

Sith nodded, "I understand."

"I only got hard when I saw you. Does this also show how important you are to me?"

Fang Chen, “…”

"Forget it, let's eat." He said with difficulty.

Sis smiled and turned to ask him, "Since it's New Year's, do you want to invite some people over to your house to have some fun?"

I remember that last time it was his birthday, Joey and his family came to his house for a party, and the little lamb was very happy.

Unexpectedly, this time Fang Chen shook his head and said, "No, it's fine for the two of us to spend the New Year together."

"Why? Don't you like more people?" Sisston paused, frowning, "Baby, you don't have to do this for me..."

"No, I also like being alone with you."

The lamb raised its head and said, "New Year's Day is about being with family. Just you and me is great."

Sis raised the corner of his lip and said, "Okay."

After breakfast, the lamb washed his hands and began to learn how to make dumplings with great interest.

What a surprise! He has to learn how to make dumplings from a foreigner like Sis.

"Pinch your fingers here."

Xisi's palms were big to begin with, and the dumplings looked even smaller in his hands. He pinched a corner to demonstrate to Fang Chen.

Fang Chen imitated his movements, and when he pinched one side, the dumpling filling came out from the other side.

Sis was helpless, "There's too much stuffing."

He reached out to take it and helped Fang Chen to reshape it.

The lamb muttered, "It's so hard."

Xisi said in a natural tone, "Isn't it enough to have someone at home who can cook? It's not like I'm relying on you to do it."

Fang Chen took another dumpling wrapper and started again, "Today is different, we need to have a festive atmosphere."

Sis stood behind him, teaching him step by step, his tone light, "Put less stuffing. Dumplings are like you, with a small belly. If you put too much, it will squeeze out."

Fang Chen, “…”

I really want to throw dumplings at Sith's face.

After working hard for a whole morning, I finally finished wrapping the dumplings. Most of them were made by Xisi, and they were neatly arranged, clearly distinguished from the square dumplings next to them. They were crooked, with either flat belly or big belly.

Xiaoyang was a little embarrassed and tried to make excuses, "Actually, they all cook the same."

Xisi ruffled his hair and said, "I'll eat your food."

The lamb immediately said, "It's a deal."

Put the dumplings in the refrigerator. It was still early, so the two of them simply changed their clothes and went out for a walk.

Xiaoyang bought a set of clothes for Coco online a few days ago, but he didn’t expect that it would outgrow it so soon.

He struggled to button up the chicken feathers, but just as he did, the buttons broke open again.

Xisi sneered beside him, "It only eats five meals a day, and no matter how many clothes it has, it won't be enough to wear."

Little Jimao didn't understand what people were saying, but from Xis's expression he knew he was talking to him. He hummed twice and habitually buried his head in Fang Chen's arms.

Normally, whenever Xisi mentioned Coco, Fang Chen would be the first to defend her. But today, he probably felt that Little Chicken Feather was too fat. He touched Coco's ear and said worriedly, "It seems like you should lose weight. Being too fat is not good for your health."

Coco raised her head and looked at him pitifully.

Xisi sneered, "Just skip two meals."

Fang Chen patted Coco's head and said, "Did you hear that?"

Coco wanted to get into his arms again, but this time, Sis couldn't stand it anymore and pulled her out. "Okay, let's go out for a run. Don't even think about being lazy when you're this fat."

When I was about to go out, the housekeeper came in with a birdcage. He went to the villa to pick up the parrot today.

As soon as he saw the parrot, Fang Chen felt a little scared, fearing that it would say something obscene in front of everyone.

But fortunately, the parrot just greeted him normally, "Welcome!"

Fang Chen approached the cage with amusement and teased him, "I should be the one saying this to you."

Coco couldn't wait any longer at the door and barked twice. But the parrot immediately turned around and said, "Stupid dog, stupid dog!"

Fang Chen was shocked, "He knows all this?"

Sis explained, "They've met before. When he left Coco at Joey's place, he took Coco to stay at the villa for two days."

A dog and a bird started arguing and flew away.

I don’t know what kind of grudges or hatreds there are.

One was barking and the other was cursing in human language.

Sith said impatiently, "Stop arguing!"

He asked the housekeeper to bring the birdcage in and dragged Coco out.

The lamb sighed.

"I'm a little bit obsessed with them."

Xisi was amused. He walked into the courtyard, let go of the dog leash, let Coco run by himself, and then he held Fang Chen's hand and walked slowly behind him.

This kind of ease and comfort made Fang Chen breathe a sigh of relief, "It's great, it feels like we are a family of three."

The man looked sideways at him.

Fang Chen was stunned by his look and quickly changed his words, "I'm talking about the feeling, not the truth."

Sith raised an eyebrow, "hinting at me?"

"I'm not trying hard enough, that's why you can't get pregnant."

Fang Chen choked and said boldly, "Maybe you can't do it."

The man narrowed his eyes and said, "Say it again."

The lamb didn't have the courage to do that. He immediately took a few quick steps to distance himself from the man, "Coco, wait for me!"

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Sith seemed to be really a little angry.

After walking the dog, the man went to take a shower and change his clothes without saying a word.

Fang Chen reflected for a moment, wondering if this sentence was really hurtful.

He lay on the bed, took out his phone and clicked on Twi, which he hadn't logged into for a long time, opened the chat box with [Saoirse], hesitated for a moment, and sent a message.

[Handsome guy, please send me a photo to show your strength. ]

After sending the message, I threw my phone aside and buried my face in the quilt, feeling hot as if I had a fever.

A few minutes later, the man came out of the bathroom. Xiao Yang raised his head and stared at him with a sharp gaze. His lips moved, and he said, as if trying to hide something, "Um, your phone seems to be ringing."

The man raised his eyebrows and walked over to pick up the phone.

When I opened the software, a message popped up.

Sis glanced at it and almost couldn't help laughing. He pressed the corners of his lips and glanced in the direction of the lamb. The lamb froze and asked him in a pretentious manner, "Who sent you the message?"

Xisi said calmly, "Netizens."

“…”

Fang Chen didn't know how to respond for a moment. He said "Oh" weakly and retracted his head.

Sith looked at him deeply, took his phone and walked out, probably to the next room.

A few seconds later, his phone vibrated and [Saoirse] sent him a picture.

Fang Chen hesitated for a moment, then clicked it tremblingly.

He was really addicted in a second. The moment he scanned the picture, Fang Chen felt like he was on fire, with steam coming out of him.

This is too...

What a great picture.

It seems to be still steaming hot.

When Fang Chen was feeling dizzy, [Saoirse] sent another message.

Are you satisfied?

Fang Chen licked his lips, suppressed the heat on his face, and forced himself to calm down and reply to him.

Better than my husband's.

In the next room, the man was leaning lazily on his chair. When he saw these words, he suddenly sneered.

Saoirse: [.]

Period? What does it mean to reply to him with a period?

The lamb lay on the bed, thought about it, and replied.

【. . 】

Saoirse: [Your eggs? Cute.]

When Fang Chen saw this, he almost jumped up and threw his phone away.

When it comes to perversion, no one can compare to the Sith.

He took two deep breaths, gritted his teeth, and mustered up the courage to reply, "Want a date? My husband isn't good enough, let's try yours."

Saoirse's response was simple.

【Come. 】

There is no guest bedroom on this floor. Next to the master bedroom is a small single room with a very comfortable recliner. Sometimes Fang Chen is too lazy to go to the audio-visual room downstairs, so he will cast the screen here to watch movies.

He guessed that Sith was in this room.

Fang Chen's heart was beating a little fast. He thought that this kind of play was too exciting. He also felt that today was like a heroic sacrifice, and he was offering himself to Xisi to eat.

He stood at the door and hesitated for a long time, feeling that the arrow had already been drawn. If he retreated at this time, he would probably be hit even harder.

He knocked on the door twice tentatively, then gently pushed it open and stuck his head in again.

Before he could see clearly whether there was anyone in the room, the man suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside.

The door closed with a bang.

Fang Chen was pressed against the door panel.

The man was wearing a pair of loose sweatpants with the waist pulled very low. Fang Chen glanced at him and quickly looked away.

He hadn't forgotten how to act, and whispered, "My husband left, so I came to see you secretly."

Sith was almost laughing at him.

He slid his hand down, grabbed the lamb's butt, and squeezed it hard, whispering into the lamb's ear, "How dare you."

Fang Chen swallowed and said nothing.

What happened next seemed to be a natural progression.

But Fang Chen didn't expect that the man didn't even carry him to the bed. He just turned him over, pressed him against the door panel and pulled his clothes.

His chest pressed against the door, and the little lamb shivered in the cold. He said aggrievedly, "I want to go to bed."

"Spoiled." The man said coldly, "I'm not your husband, why should I spoil you?"

“…”

Only then did Fang Chen feel something was wrong.

But it was too late to run. The man's big hands held his legs and picked him up like a child holding a diaper.

Normally, the housekeeper and his men would not come up to the floor where the master bedroom was located, so no one would see it. The small door in the corner seemed to be vibrating slightly, and a faint sound could be heard through the gap in the door, like a kitten's meowing, or crying, but soon, it turned into a blocked whimper.

The sky darkened and the room was in a mess.

The boy lay on his side on the recliner, his eyes a little red, but he didn't dare to shed a single tear.

Xisifei said that today is the Spring Festival, so he shouldn't cry, and if he dares to cry, he should cry harder.

He was so fierce and cruel today that Fang Chen's legs were still cramping and shaking.

The man brought over a cup of hot water and wanted to feed the lamb a few sips before taking him to take a bath.

As a result, just as he was about to reach out to help the man up, the lamb hid back with red eyes. The man was stunned for a moment and asked, "What's wrong, baby?"

"I'm ignoring you." Fang Chen's tone was filled with tears. He struggled to climb down from the recliner and stumbled down. "You're too fierce. I'm going to find my husband."

After only taking two steps, he suddenly stopped, his whole body froze, and he lowered his head to see something flowing down.

The next second, Xisi strode over and hugged him by the waist, "Alright, little ancestor, I was wrong."

Fang Chen nestled in his arms, so angry that he finally bumped his head against his chest.

I'll kill you!

Sis held the lamb and coaxed him, and finally even gave up three feet of land and agreed not to touch him for at least three days. Only then did the lamb reluctantly agree to say a few words to him.

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In the evening, the dumplings were put into the pot.

Sis cooked it himself. Fang Chen sat at the dining table, looking in anticipation. When Sis brought out the dish, he quickly took out his cell phone and took several photos.

One plate is wrapped in Sissi and the other is wrapped in Fangchen.

The boy moved quickly and pushed the plate he had packed in front of Xisi, "You eat this."

Sith glanced at it and said, "Okay, it looks good to me, and it must taste good."

Of course it was good. The dumpling wrappers and fillings were all made by Xisi. Fang Chen just pinched them, and they were crooked.

But Sis ate without any disgust, and finally finished the whole plate without leaving any.

Fang Chen was stunned. "Aren't you on a diet?"

“The first time you cook, it means something different.”

Hearing Xisi's words, Fang Chen paused for a moment, lowered his head in embarrassment, and said, "But I can't eat anymore..."

Sis stood up and pushed the plate aside. "Forget it if you can't eat anymore. Eating too much at night will make your stomach bloated."

Fang Chen nodded, sat on the chair, and opened his arms to Xisi.

The man picked him up.

Fang Chen rested his chin on the man's shoulder and yawned.

"Are you sleepy?"

The lamb nodded, but then said, "But we have to stay up today and can't sleep."

"That's great. I'll take you somewhere."

"Huh? Where are you going?"

Sith didn't tell him, he carried the man to the locker room, covered him tightly, and then packed him up and carried him out.

When I was about to go out, Coco circled around my feet, wagging its tail and jumping around, wanting to follow me.

Sis held the lamb in his arms and looked down at Coco lying on the ground. "I'm not taking you with me anymore. Play at home by yourself. The two dads are going on a date."

Fang Chen's face flushed red, and he glared at Xisi, "What are you talking about!"

"Didn't you say that? A family of three."

Sis bent down and kissed him, "You're not pregnant, so you can only use Coco to make up the number."

“…”

Fang Chen's ears were red as he pushed him, "Where are you going? Let's go."

It was snowing outside. Sis put a hat on Fang Chen when he went out, but he got back into the car after just two steps.

Fang Chen sat in the passenger seat and asked curiously, "Where are we going? Is it far?"

"You'll find out when you get there."

Sis didn't say anything and drove out. Seeing that he was driving further and further away, Fang Chen asked worriedly.

"Isn't this sheep going to be raised anymore?"

"It's still 90% new, are we going to throw it away?"

Xisi laughed in anger and glanced at him sideways, "Raise it, raise it for a lifetime, how could I bear to throw it away."

He drove all the way and stopped at a remote open space.

There are few people here, and it's night time now, so there's almost no one around.

Xisi got out of the car and opened the door for Fang Chen, but Fang Chen refused to get out. "There's no one here. It's scary. Why did you bring me here?"

Sith didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, so he just walked over and picked him up.

Walking along this road, Fang Chen saw a helicopter parked in front of him, with the sound of the wind blowing, and several staff members waiting nearby.

Fang Chen was stunned and murmured, "You want to send me back to my country."

Sith was so angry at him that he lost his temper.

She raised her hand and pinched his face, "Isn't it the Spring Festival? We should do something different."

Fang Chen licked his lips and asked in surprise, "Take a helicopter?"

He asked the man to put him down, ran over quickly, looked up in shock, and almost jumped up, "Really? Sis!"

"How can I lie to you now that I'm here?"

Xisi walked over, took Fang Chen's hand and boarded the plane directly. The staff next to them came over to explain the precautions to them and handed them noise-canceling headphones for them to wear.

Fang Chen felt like he was dreaming.

He nudged Sith gently, "When did you plan this? Why didn't you tell me?"

Sith looked at him amusedly, "Is it still a surprise if I tell you?"

Fang Chen thought about it and it was indeed a surprise. He never thought that he was eating dumplings at home half an hour ago, and now he was sitting in a helicopter.

He put on the noise-canceling headphones. Turning his head, he saw Sith seemed to say something to him, but he couldn't hear clearly.

The lamb shouted, "What did you say——"

Sith smiled at him, and the next second, he stretched out his hand, hugged the person in his arms, and lowered his head to kiss him.

At the same time, the helicopter slowly took off.

The moment he was kissed, Fang Chen's eyes widened slightly. He didn't know if it was because of the headphones, but it seemed as if the whole world had become quiet at this moment, with only them hugging and kissing.

Sith kissed very gently, his hand cupping the boy's cheek and stroking it lightly with his fingertips.

It was unknown how long it was before he stopped, lowered his head, and put his nose against the boy's nose.

"Baby, look outside."

Fang Chen blinked. His head was dizzy from the kiss. He subconsciously listened to Sith's words and turned to look outside. The helicopter had already taken off. Looking down from this angle, the lights of thousands of homes in New York City were right at his feet.

Fang Chen was stunned, as if his whole body was trembling slightly. This feeling of being high in the sky made him feel an emotion he had never experienced before.

He is also free.

The lamb suddenly turned around, held Sith's hand, and gently drew a heart on it.

Sis looked at him deeply, turned his palm over, and held the lamb's hand in his palm, while also holding his heart.

The lamb blinked, pouted, and gave him a kiss in the air.

Happy New Year.

besides.

Love you!