When Xiangyang woke up early in the morning, he found that Master Qin was sitting on the edge of his bed.

Xiangyang stood up, glanced at him, and asked, "When did you get here?"

Master Qin countered, "Are you angry?"

"Huh?" Xiangyang, buttoning his shirt, laughed and said, "You don't think I'm still throwing a tantrum at you, do you?"

Master Qin frowned: "What do you mean?"

“You’ve already slept with me,” Xiangyang said, fastening the last button. “Do you expect me to treat you like an uncle, like nothing happened, and spend all my time with you?”

Master Qin: "Then you should be with me."

Xiang Yang was stunned for a moment, "What?"

Master Qin: "You understood."

Xiangyang just looked at him like that, his eyes somewhat unfathomable.

"You're the one who came to see me, aren't you?" Master Qin's eyes were lazy, yet carried a hint of coldness. "Are you playing me?"

Xiangyang clutched his collar tightly, his eyes darting away.

For the first time in a long time, Master Qin wanted to smoke again.

But he didn't have it with him, so he couldn't suppress his irritability at all.

Have I been too lenient with this kid all along?

Thinking back, from the very beginning, this kid gradually lowered my standards, not only taking me in but also doing so many unreasonable things for me.

Ironically, he knew Xiangyang's purpose from the very beginning.

He was just a desperate young man who came to him seeking any treatment he could find.

All the kind words, the affection, and the indulgence in all his behavior were simply because if this kid had left him, he wouldn't have even been able to find a place to stay.

He wants to pursue postgraduate studies, obtain a degree, and make a name for himself.

But from beginning to end, he never respected him.

Why was he able to forgive him so easily that one night during his postgraduate entrance exam preparation, but not this time?

It's just because he's become too powerful.

Now you know you want to get rid of yourself?

Master Qin grabbed his chin and asked, "You want to get rid of me?"

Xiangyang's eyes flickered slightly.

“But that won’t work,” Qin Ye’s sarcasm deepened, his violent eyes smiling. “You know very well that if you can’t finish this graduate program, all your previous forbearance will be for nothing.”

Xiangyang: "What do you want to do?"

"What do you mean, 'what do I want to do'?" Master Qin pinched his chin and kissed him on the lips. "You clearly knew I wouldn't let you go, so why didn't you run away?"

Xiangyang pursed his lips more tightly.

"You want to get this diploma?" Master Qin stared at his eyes with amusement, but there was not a trace of sincerity in them. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was looking at a plaything.

Xiangyang turned his face away.

Master Qin: "Do you have class later?"

It's available at 10:00 AM, but it's only 8:30 AM now.

Qin Ye pulled Xiang Yang into his arms, resting his head on Xiang Yang's thin shoulder, and then took Xiang Yang's phone right in front of him.

Xiangyang's phone was password protected, so Qin Ye pinched his face and used it to unlock it.

Xiang Yang frowned slightly, but Qin Ye didn't see it.

Even if they saw it, they probably wouldn't care.

Xiangyang's class schedule had long been set as his screensaver, so Qin Ye could see his classes as soon as he unlocked his phone.

After seeing that he didn't have class until 10 a.m., Qin sent himself a screenshot of his class schedule, then sniffed Xiangyang's neck and said, "One hour, okay?"

Xiang Yang's pupils trembled slightly, and he seemed to shake a little.

Master Qin reassured him in a lazy, husky voice, "I won't do anything reckless until your injuries heal."

When the alarm clock rang, Qin Ye didn't hesitate for a second; he got up and left.

Xiangyang felt extremely uncomfortable. After a few rapid breaths, he suddenly remembered to take a shower.

He timed it perfectly, and Xiangyang was not late.

During the break, Zhang Yu asked Xiang Yang, "...What exactly happened between you and Master Qin? Did you really move out?"

Upon hearing this, Cao Xingwang asked, "Master Qin? Why are you calling me Master Qin now?"

Zhang Yu: "That's what Yangyang calls me, I'm just following his example."

Wang Xin kindly reminded Xiang Yang, "Hey, as long as he doesn't ask you to change how you address him, don't change how you address him. If you do, it will make you seem distant, and your relationship will gradually become less close."

Upon hearing this, the other two also began to agree.

"That's right! That's right!"

"In City A these days, who doesn't know Master Qin! If you can work for him after graduation, you'll save yourself more than ten years of hard work!"

"..."

Xiangyang was too lazy to pay them any attention.

"Hey, Yangyang, you know, Master Qin is getting so old, why isn't he thinking about getting married?"

Before Xiangyang could answer, the others began to offer their opinions.

"Hey! You know, our Master Qin has money, he can do whatever he wants, why would he need to get married!"

"That makes sense."

"But I've never heard of him having any scandals."

"You must know Yangyang, right?"

"Yangyang?"

"Huh?" Xiangyang was preparing for the next lesson and didn't hear what they were saying at all.

After learning what they had asked, Xiangyang thought for a moment and said, "It's normal for people to be promiscuous when they have money. Anyone with a brain knows that. Why are you asking me?"

Xiangyang didn't actually have any particular aversion to people like Master Qin.

Money and status, once earned, must be used and spent. As long as it's not illegal, you can spend it however you want; there's no such thing as dirty or not dirty.

Let alone Qin Gang, even in feudal ancient times, didn't Wu Zetian keep male favorites after she became emperor?

Wu Zetian was a woman who spent money; who would say she was unchaste or unclean?

That's just how the world and its values ​​are.

Those who spend money always seem cleaner than those who receive it.

So, between him and Qin Gang, it was him who was dirty.

Xiangyang naturally dared not reveal anything or say a word about this matter.

How shameful!

As Xiangyang pondered this, he drew a large mark on the book with his pen.

How embarrassing!

Qin Gang had better keep this a secret for him, otherwise...

Otherwise, I really couldn't do anything to him...

Being a kept man is unpleasant, for both men and women.

"Sigh!" Xiang Yang sighed.

The three people who had noticed Xiang Yang's preoccupied state earlier were: "..."