It's obviously too late.
Qin Zigui looked at the wound on his forehead and said calmly, "Sheng Xiaoyan, get down here."
Every time Qin Zigui earnestly calls out to Sheng Xiaoyan, it means he's about to start managing Sheng Xiaoyan again.
In the past, whenever Qin Zigui tried to discipline Sheng Yan, Sheng Yan would rely on his authority as the school bully to argue with him, throwing all sorts of tantrums and not allowing Qin Zigui to interfere in his affairs. Qin Zigui, in turn, always knew when to stop because he needed to maintain a proper distance from Sheng Yan.
However, after the two confirmed their relationship and Sheng Yan witnessed Qin Zigui's hidden martial arts skills, he felt that it was better to run away first in the current situation.
For the sake of his physical and mental health, Sheng Yan turned around and prepared to jump off the wall, return the way he came, and escape.
As soon as he moved, Qin Zigui, taking advantage of his height and long legs, grabbed his wrist and pulled him down.
Sheng Yan, who was crouching on the wall, suddenly tumbled down. Before he could even utter a curse, Qin Zigui, standing below the wall, caught him and held him in his arms: "You little rascal, haven't seen me for two months, and then you run away as soon as you see me?"
You're the bastard.
Sheng Yan struggled but couldn't break free, so he could only play the victim and complain: "Some people I haven't seen for two months, and they don't even notify me when they come back."
"Even if I notified you, how could I catch you?" Qin Zigui felt both heartache and anger when she saw the wound on his forehead. She pulled open his collar and carefully examined him. Finding no other injuries, she calmed down slightly, but her brows and eyes remained slightly furrowed. "Sheng Xiaoyan, what did you promise me before I left?"
"I didn't fight." Sheng Yan pulled back his collar, trying to put up a stubborn resistance. "I was just simply teaching those people with foul mouths a lesson. It doesn't count as fighting."
Seeing that someone was still trying to argue, just as Qin Zigui was about to speak, Sheng Yan quickly added, "Besides, I just can't stand hearing others say bad things about you. No matter how much you try to control me, I can't change. Anyway, this is settled. I'm the head of the family, and I make the decisions!"
He raised his chin, and his expression and tone made him seem particularly unreasonable.
However, the moment Qin Zigui looked down at him, all the anger in his chest turned into a silent warm current, spreading softly and gently.
He hadn't told Sheng Yan he was coming back early because he wanted to surprise him, but he caught him red-handed as soon as he got back to school. He was so worried and heartbroken that he didn't think about how much Sheng Xiaoyan had suffered while he was away at school for the past two months.
So Sheng Xiaoyan in their family didn't get into fights; he just couldn't stand hearing others say bad things about him.
Qin Zigui felt he was a terrible boyfriend. He looked down at the person in front of him and couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh. He just wanted to hug him tightly.
Sheng Yan had originally been determined to never admit defeat in front of Qin Zigui and to establish his authority as the head of the family. However, when he saw that Qin Zigui was silent, he assumed that he was really angry and immediately became nervous: "Qin Zigui, are you really angry?"
Qin Zigui said in a low voice, "No."
His words made it seem as if he was genuinely unhappy.
Although Sheng Yan felt that he was very reasonable, he also felt that he was not entirely reasonable.
He didn't want to argue with Qin Zigui.
After all, the head of the household should always give way to their partner.
Sheng Yan thought for a moment, then tilted his head back and quickly touched Qin Zigui's chin. He then lowered his head and said in an awkward and guilty tone, "Okay, I'll give you a kiss, don't be angry."
When she lowered her head, she nervously pursed her lips.
At that moment, Qin Zigui thought, how could her boyfriend be so obedient, so cute, and so easy to bully?
So he said casually, "I'll still get angry if you kiss me."
"ah?"
Sheng Yan looked up, somewhat dazed, not quite reacting.
Qin Zigui had already grabbed his waist, pinned him against the wall, and lowered her head to kiss him: "You need to kiss me a lot."
"Qin Zigui, this is at school... um..."
Sheng Yan initially tried to push Qin Zigui away, but after being forcefully enveloped by the long-lost familiar aura, he quickly softened and his hands, which had been pushing him away, instinctively wrapped around Qin Zigui's neck.
In the small bamboo grove, a blind spot of the external surveillance, only heavy breathing and the rustling of clothes among the bamboo leaves could be heard.
They used the simplest and most direct expression of love to unleash their pent-up longing in an unstoppable outpouring.
It wasn't until Sheng Yan felt that something bad was about to happen if they continued kissing that he reddened his eyes, turned his head away, and said in a hoarse voice, "Qin Zigui, stop kissing me, you still have to go to evening self-study."
“Then we won’t have evening self-study.” Qin Zigui said in a cold and serious tone, while gently kissing Sheng Yan’s lips. “It’s a good opportunity to go home and receive punishment, since it’s the weekend tomorrow anyway.”
"Huh?" Sheng Yan was stunned at first, but when he came to his senses, he cried out in extreme shame and indignation, "Qin Zi... um..."
However, before he could finish shouting, his words were drowned out by the wind that gathered and dispersed in the bamboo forest, and he tightly gripped the clothes around Qin Zigui's waist.
That night, Sheng Yan realized the potential problems that living too close to school and having a boyfriend with such good kissing skills could cause.
Before he could even react, he was taken home and severely punished.
Perhaps it was the craving after the first taste of forbidden fruit, or perhaps it was the unbearable longing and love after a long separation, or perhaps Qin Zigui was still really angry.
Ultimately, this was the first time Sheng Yan realized that fighting casually could really come at such a terrible price.
When he woke up on the third day, he saw the three wicked rubber elves in the trash can by his bedside and, in shame and anger, tried to kick Qin Zigui off the bed: "Are you even human?!"
But Qin Zigui's height of 1.87 meters was not for nothing. Sheng Yan's kick not only failed to knock Qin Zigui down, but also aggravated his own slightly painful spot. He couldn't help but gasp and bury himself in Qin Zigui's arms.
Qin Zigui propped his head up, looked at him, and asked, "Will you still dare to fight in the future?"
Sheng Yan gritted his teeth: "Fight! I'll only fight those surnamed Qin! If I can't beat you to death, I don't deserve to be the head of this family!"
Qin Zigui didn't mind: "Then I can take my husband's surname."
"Qin Zigui!" Sheng Yan was furious. "How could you be this kind of person?!"
In his anger, he shouted "Ya!" so loudly it almost cracked, sounding a bit like a frustrated child.
Qin Zigui finally couldn't bear to tease him anymore, and smiled as he hugged him tightly: "Okay, from now on, I'll only fight those with the surname Qin, and not anyone else."
"You're talking nonsense! I'll be a policeman in the future, I'll have plenty of people to beat up, who cares about you!" Sheng Yan kicked Qin Zigui away in disgust.
Qin Zigui laughed as he was kicked off the bed, then got up to cook.
When they reached the kitchen, they stopped at the doorway.
He imagined the kitchen two months after he left would be cold, and possibly even covered in dust.
However, no.
The kitchen was filled with Sheng Yan's favorite canned food, snacks, cooked food, as well as Qin Zigui's usual cooking utensils and seasonings. There were many beautiful tableware in the cupboard, and a large yellow chicken thermos was placed on the counter. The thermos was covered with sticky notes that Sheng Yan used to remind himself to eat breakfast.
A strangely shaped succulent has appeared on the eaves of the balcony, and next to it is a cute little prince figurine.
It's a bit messy, but the mess is warm and cozy, full of life, just like a real home.
Sheng Yan gave him his real home.
When Sheng Yan heard that there was no sound outside, he thought something had happened, so he ran out wearing Qin Zigui's T-shirt and with bare legs, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing much, it's just that the house is more lively than before I left." Qin Zigui looked down at Sheng Yan and asked gently, "Did you buy all the things in the house?"
"Otherwise, how could you have bought it?" Sheng Yan, like a child who could finally find someone to show off his toys, opened the cupboard and took out the tableware set. "Let me tell you, the other day when I was shopping with my mom, as soon as I saw these plates, I felt that Qin Zigui, who is sexually apathetic, would definitely like them. They're just a bit expensive, a set costs tens of thousands. I begged my mom for a long time before she agreed to buy them for me, saying they would be your betrothal gift."
"But this little yellow chick chopstick rest was cheap. It was a gift from Lin Qian. She said it would be a perfect match with our little yellow chick thermos."
"Oh, and also, did you see that two-seater sofa in the living room? I brought it back from IKEA myself. It doesn't have a base, so it's super soft. They say you can do whatever you want on it and it will perfectly wrap around your body. We can play games on it together."
"And this succulent, I saw it at IKEA. I thought it looked a lot like you, so I brought it home."
Qin Zigui looked at the oddly shaped succulent on the windowsill: "..."
After a brief silence, he asked, "Ayan, can you elaborate on why it looks like me?"
“It really does look like it.” Sheng Yan leaned on the windowsill, fiddling with the succulent. “Look, all the other succulents are round and plump with many petals, but this one is just a long, thin stalk with lots of thorns. And some of these thorns are even collapsed. Doesn’t it look like a grumpy face? Doesn’t it look just like you? So I took pity on it and bought it. Otherwise, it definitely wouldn’t have been able to sell.”
Qin Zigui looked at the Little Prince, which was placed next to the strange succulents, and smiled: "How much did you pay for it?"
"19 yuan, that's six times yours, so you'd better know your place in our family. You're not even as important as a succulent plant." Sheng Yan felt his tone was extremely harsh and arrogant.
Qin Zigui lowered his head and smiled: "Yes, in our family, my status will always be the lowest, and yours will always be the highest."
Sheng Yan's ears turned slightly red when he heard Qin Zigui emphasize the words "our family".
Qin Zigui hugged him from behind and gently kissed the top of his head: "Ayan, do you miss me a lot when you're home alone?"
Because I miss him so much, I think of Qin Zigui whenever I see something I like, something new or cute.
That's why even when she's alone at home, she tries to maintain the warm atmosphere of life that Qin Zigui had when he was there.
That's why even when I see a pot of succulents, I feel like it's the shadow of Qin Zigui.
Sheng Yan always felt that it hadn't been easy for him and Qin Zigui to be together. There had been too many times when he felt so sad and wanted to cry. He didn't want the atmosphere to be heavy, he didn't want Qin Zigui to feel sorry for him, and he didn't want to be sentimental.
So he has been trying to cover up all his longing, grievances, sadness and hardship over the past two months with the most natural bickering and flirting.
But when Qin Zigui asked that question, his eyes suddenly stung.
He thought of Qin Zigui.
I really, really want to.
He wanted Qin Zigui to hug and comfort him every day; he wanted to tell Qin Zigui everything immediately; he wanted to use Qin Zigui as a human heater when the temperature dropped; he wanted Qin Zigui to angrily and helplessly remind him not to fight or eat random things every day; he wanted to see Qin Zigui every time he opened his eyes and went to sleep.
During the two months without seeing Qin Zigui, Sheng Yan even felt that he was not living like himself, but rather like he was imitating Qin Zigui.
He then realized that he and Qin Zigui were no longer just ordinary friends and lovers, but had long since become a part of each other over the years.
So he didn't say the denial out of arrogance, but lowered his eyelashes and whispered, "Qin Zigui, I never want to be separated from you for so long again."
Qin Zigui hugged him tightly: "Yes, we will never be apart again."
"But I'm afraid I won't be able to get into a university in Beijing."
"No, you won't. With me here, you can definitely do it."
"Really?" Sheng Yan turned around and looked at Qin Zigui.
Qin Zigui brushed aside his long eyelashes, which made his eyes look somewhat innocent: "Yes, really, because our Ayan will have all his wishes fulfilled in the future."
Whatever Shengyan desires, it will surely come true.
Because he was willing to become omnipotent for the sake of Sheng Yan.
He spoke so gently yet with such certainty that it was enough to move any lover.
However, upon hearing this, Sheng Yan did not give Qin Zigui the touching kiss she had expected. Instead, his eyes lit up, and as if suddenly remembering something, he quickly ran back to the bedroom and then quickly ran back.
Then he spread his workbook on the counter, leaned over the edge, poked at a problem with his pen, and said seriously, "Then explain this problem to me. Chen Yubai is so bad, he can't explain it to me."
The once pristine workbooks are now covered in scribbles, and the scribbles next to each question seem to reveal Sheng Yan biting his pen with a worried expression.
Even the hands that used to only have calluses from guns now have thick calluses from writing.
Seeing Sheng Yan, wearing his own T-shirt, bare legs, and bearing hickeys, lying on the kitchen counter with a pen in hand, intently studying the questions, Qin Zigui suddenly lowered his head and smiled.
It turns out that Sheng Yan didn't need his omnipotence.
Because his son, Sheng Yan, is the kind of child who will take the initiative to love, give, and give all the good things in life.
Therefore, Sheng Yan is also working very hard to walk towards him step by step.
With such an adorable boyfriend, how could he not like him, and how could he continue to be a human being?
Qin Zigui walked over, took the pen from Sheng Yan's hand, then grabbed Sheng Yan's waist and lifted him onto the kitchen counter.
Sheng Yan blinked: "What are you doing?"
Qin Zigui looked at him: "Didn't you want me to explain the problem to you?"
Sheng Yan blinked again: "Ah."
Then Qin Zigui chuckled softly, "But I am now a gold medalist in the competition, a potential top scorer in the city, and a prospective student for admission to Peking University. Explaining a problem to me is very expensive."
Sheng Yan didn't quite understand: "So?"
"So shouldn't you pay me first?"
So on that day, Sheng Yan understood a principle while sitting on the sofa he had bought himself.
It turns out that not only fighting can have terrible consequences, but studying can too.
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