Gu Fei was really drunk. He fell asleep on Lin Qingyan's shoulder on the way home and didn't wake up until the driver helped him back to his room.
Lin Qingyan's hand was inconvenient, so Butler Shen took care of Gu Fei. When Gu Fei came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, the man was already asleep in bed.
He walked to the bedside and found that Gu Fei was not sleeping soundly. The man's brows were tightly furrowed, and his handsome eyebrows seemed to be filled with pain and unease. His face was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and even the corners of his eyes were slightly red.
Lin Qingyan sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him with some concern, wondering what nightmare he was having.
Just then, Gu Fei's lips parted slightly, and he murmured softly in his sleep, his low, hoarse voice carrying an unspeakable pain, uttering only two words:
“Yan Yan…”
Hearing her own name unexpectedly, Lin Qingyan's heart tightened suddenly. She immediately grasped the man's sweaty palm and said in a gentle, reassuring voice, "Brother Fei, I'm here."
The sleeping man unconsciously tightened his grip on the boy's hand. He called out "Yan Yan" again, then suddenly opened his eyes, got up, and hugged the boy tightly in his arms, his shoulders seemingly trembling slightly.
His breathing was still slightly labored, his heart was beating faster than usual, and his reddened eyes still held a bewilderment and fear that he hadn't had time to conceal.
Lin Qingyan could sense his helplessness and vulnerability at this moment, emotions rarely seen in Gu Fei, who was always calm and reliable.
He gently stroked the man's back, "Brother Fei, what's wrong?"
"I had a dream." Gu Fei had gradually calmed down, but he still held the person in his arms tightly, as if he would disappear if he let go.
He just had a dream. In the dream, Lin Qingyan was perfectly fine, smiling and chatting in front of him, but suddenly she fainted. He rushed her to the hospital in a panic.
But his child lay on the cold hospital bed, never to wake up again.
The dream felt so real that Gu Fei felt a pang of anxiety whenever he thought about it, as if a heavy stone was pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe. Thankfully, the person in his arms was real.
Lin Qingyan only heard Gu Fei say that he had a dream, but did not hear anything more.
He didn't press further, but instead, mimicking how the man usually comforted him, he gently ruffled the man's short hair, his tone as tender as if coaxing a child, "Dreams are always the opposite, Fei Fei, don't be afraid."
"Feifei?" Gu Fei asked, puzzled.
Sure enough, he didn't remember anything after he got drunk.
Lin Qingyan smiled and patted his head again, "It's okay, go back to sleep."
"Stay with me." Perhaps because he was still a little drunk, Gu Fei was clingy like a large dog, holding onto Lin Qingyan and refusing to let go.
Lin Qingyan: "Okay."
Nothing was said that night.
When Gu Fei woke up, he felt a throbbing headache, a lingering effect of a hangover. It was almost 10 a.m., and the seat next to him was empty.
He quickly washed up and went out to look for someone.
Butler Shen walked towards him and said, "Good morning, Master Gu."
"Hmm." Gu Fei nodded slightly, glancing around at his surroundings. Not finding the person he was looking for, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Where's Yan Yan?"
Butler Shen: "It should be in the back garden."
Just as Gu Fei was about to leave, Butler Shen called him back, bringing him a cup of still-warm honey water from the kitchen and saying with a smile, "Master Gu, this is what Xiao Yan made for you. Drink it first to sober up."
After hearing who made it, Gu Fei left and took the honey water. It tasted a bit sweet. He drank it before going out to look for the person, and sure enough, he saw that familiar figure in the garden.
The morning sun was warm and gentle.
The boy, dressed in a white shirt and fitted suit trousers, was squatting on the lush green grass. From Gu Fei's perspective, he could see the boy's fair and handsome profile. Sunlight shone on him, and his eyes held a joyful smile.
In his view, the chubby little orange cat was chasing a butterfly, having a great time.
"Little Orange, come here quickly."
"Let me hug you, and I'll give you some dried fish later."
Surrounded by beautiful flowers, Gu Fei was reminded of the phrase, "the person is more beautiful than the flowers."
The scene before them was as beautiful as a painting. Gu Fei stood not far away, a gentle smile appearing in his calm eyes, not disturbing the person and the cat playing.
Lin Qingyan spotted him, waved at him while holding Xiao Ju's paw, and smiled, her peach blossom eyes curving into crescents in the sunlight. "Good morning, Brother Fei!"
Little Orange: Meow~
Gu Fei then took a step and walked over.
Lin Qingyan first asked him with concern if he had a headache, but Gu Fei said he was fine and did not mention what happened last night.
"Brother Fei, you've come at the perfect time. Could you take some photos for me?" Lin Qingyan picked up her phone from the grass and handed it to Gu Fei. "My manager said to take lots of photos and post them on Weibo."
Gu Fei took the phone. "Okay."
Lin Qingyan sat down directly on the grass, holding Xiao Ju in his arms. After thinking for a moment, he reached out and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing a small section of his sexy collarbone, which appeared even whiter and more delicate in the sunlight, making it a very pleasing sight.
Having spent five years in the entertainment industry in his previous life, he naturally knew what fans liked to watch. If the fans were happy, he suffered no loss and it was harmless.
Gu Fei: "?"
He frowned slightly without making a sound, while the boy in front of him had already assumed a pose. He sat cross-legged, his long, slender left hand resting on the head of the little orange cat in his arms. He tilted his head slightly, looking at the clear blue sky.
Sunlight shone on the handsome young man with a cool and aloof face, making every strand of his hair seem to glow. The glimpse of fair skin revealed by his open collar added a touch of sexiness to his appearance.
Looking at the scene on the screen, Gu Fei couldn't help but press the shutter button and took several pictures in a row. Even without any filters or retouching, the raw photos were so perfect that it was hard to look away.
"Brother Fei, are you done?"
"Um."
"Let me see." Lin Qingyan moved over and sat down next to Gu Fei. He propped himself up on the grass with his left hand, tilted his head to look at the photos on the screen, and said with a smile, "They're pretty good. Brother Fei's photography skills are pretty good."
"It's because you're good-looking." Gu Fei's gaze casually swept downwards, inevitably landing on the open collar, where the hidden scenery unexpectedly entered his eyes.
"Brother Fei, take a few more pictures for me, enough for a nine-grid photo." The person involved was still completely unaware of his accidental exposure. Seeing that Gu Fei didn't respond, he looked up at the man, his watery, almond-shaped eyes appearing somewhat innocent. "Brother Fei, what's wrong?"
The man's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice deepened, "Yan Yan, you can't do this."
"Huh?" Lin Qingyan didn't understand what he meant, and his eyes were filled with confusion. Even the chubby orange cat in his arms raised its round head to look at Gu Fei, the two of them with the same confused faces.
Gu Fei raised his hand and undid the two unbuttoned buttons on the other person's shirt, making sure he was fully covered. Only then did he relax his brow and withdraw his hand with satisfaction.
"Okay, let Brother Fei take another picture for you."
Lin Qingyan: "..."
Little Fatty Orange: "Meow~"
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Twenty minutes later, Lin Qingyan's Weibo account was updated.
@Lin Qingyan: Sunbathing with Xiao Ju.
The accompanying image below is a generous nine-square grid.
Under a clear blue sky, a boy in a white shirt sits on the grass, holding a chubby orange cat on his lap. There are photos of his face and his profile, without any filters or Photoshop. Every photo looks like a magazine poster, clean and beautiful.
Fans rushed over and were immediately overwhelmed by the beauty filters; every picture was so stunning it was almost drool-worthy, and the comments section was filled with screams of "Ahhhhh!"
[Ahhhh, my little one finally updated! And it's a nine-grid photo collage!! My son is so handsome!!!]
[Ahhhh, I immediately wish I could be that chubby little orange cat, sitting on Yan Yan's lap, hahaha!]
[Aww, my wife is so beautiful! Her eyelashes are so long, her skin is so fair and smooth, and her lips look so soft I want to kiss them! Hugs, wife!!]
If only I were a tree, I could be planted in my wife's hands.
【Ahhh, my darling, you're an angel descended from heaven, a little sprite on earth! Today, I even danced a waltz of love on the spot for your stunning beauty!】
【But Yan Yan, you're dressed way too conservatively! That's going too far! How can you treat us like outsiders?!】
...
Sure enough, amidst a flood of effusive praise, someone still noticed a blind spot. Lin Qingyan was both amused and exasperated. He put down his phone and realized that the man next to him was also looking at his phone.
Gu Fei's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he saw comments like "wife, love me" and "darling baby" among a pile of messages, along with countless compliments and cheesy pick-up lines.
He scoffed inwardly.
He has exclusive photos of Lin Qingyan that no one else has.
"Brother Fei, you're not jealous, are you?"
Seeing his appearance, Lin Qingyan couldn't help but ask.
He listened carefully and didn't post those initial photos showing his collarbone; he buttoned his shirt up tightly. If he could get jealous over that, then this guy must be a thousand-year-old vinegar jar.
Unexpectedly, Gu Fei actually nodded and casually uttered three words: "Jealous."
...
That noon, Lin Qingyan was pinned against the door by Gu Fei, who had been accumulating jealousy. The two shirt buttons that Gu Fei had recently fastened were now being unbuttoned by Gu Fei himself.
Lin Qingyan was blushing from the kiss and hadn't recovered when the man's calloused fingertips suddenly gently caressed his collarbone, and he lowered his head to place kisses of varying depths on it.
That wasn't enough. Gu Fei then maliciously pressed him, "Whose wife is Yan Yan?"
Lin Qingyan closed his eyes in embarrassment, his shoulders trembling slightly. He tried to push the man's face away, but his wrist was held, so he could only compromise with grievance: "I am... Gu Fei."
Gu Fei: "Gu Fei's who?"
Lin Qingyan: "...Wife."
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