His voice turned rare and threatening. “Or I’ll hate you!”
Childish, fragile words—the only thing left in his frantic mind.
Lin Yao scoffed at him. “You…”
“Thanks,” Shen Leyuan said without looking back, already turning. “I’ve got something. You stay with Little Deer.”
He couldn’t handle this level of problem child. Time for a psychologist.
No—first talk to the big boss.
Lin Yao glared irritably at his flustered back. How is there such a dumbass?
Thanks for what? Can’t you see I hate you?
He swallowed the harsh words, unsaid fire turning on Little Deer with a sour face. “Come a long way, huh, Little Deer? Learned to force kisses? If I hadn’t come, would you have stripped him too?”
Lin Shilu glanced limply. “Did I invite you?”
“Fuck—!” Lin Yao was practically exploding with rage. “To protect you, my ass got bitten! And you have zero conscience!”
Hearing this, Little Deer grew even more annoyed. “Did I ask you to save me?”
He wanted to get bitten!
“Ha? Fine, it was all my one-sided wishful thinking.” Lin Yao laughed angrily, unleashing his full passive-aggressive sarcasm on the little wife. “Anyway, you’re just like me—that guy really likes older, mature types. Who knows, maybe he’s in Dad’s room right now!”
At that very moment, Shen Leyuan really was with Lin Yuan.
He knocked and entered, a thousand words stuck in his throat, finally boiling down to one sentence laced with heartache: “You… have it really tough.”
Lin Yuan remained silent.
Little Deer hadn’t been this crazy before—it was Shen Leyuan who had awakened this other side of the boy.
But there was no need to say it out loud. It would only add pressure on the young man.
Shen Leyuan had been too shocked earlier, rushing upstairs in a panic, his heart still pounding nonstop. The big boss handed him a glass of water, letting him rest and catch his breath before speaking.
An angel!!!
I repent—I actually suspected he was a pervy dad before!
Tears welled up in Shen Leyuan’s eyes. His breathing hadn’t steadied yet when he couldn’t help asking, “Mr. Lin, have you ever considered getting Little Deer a psychologist?”
Lin Yuan said flatly, “It wouldn’t work.”
Psychologists were just ordinary people too—susceptible to emotions, desires. Unlike this wild ghost before him, who was immune to Little Deer’s temptations and could bring rationality to those around him.
Shen Leyuan thought he meant psychologists couldn’t diagnose Little Deer’s condition or prescribe the right treatment, so he furrowed his brows in worry. “Then what do we do? I’m not familiar with this stuff. I can’t teach Little Deer properly.”
Teach him what? Just keep him restrained.
Lin Yuan’s expression stayed calm, not like a father discussing his son’s illness.
If one looked closely, there might even be a flicker of subtle disgust and relief in his eyes and brows.
Shen Leyuan gazed at him pleadingly. “Do you have any experience? Something I could learn from? I’ve never dealt with a type like this. You’re so smart—you must have some insights on getting along with Little Deer, right?”
Lin Yuan met his gaze, face expressionless, holding his breath.
After a long moment, he looked away and spat out two stiff words: “Restraint. Endurance.”
Shen Leyuan’s eyes sparkled. “What else? What else?”
There was also whipping, starvation, imprisonment, intimidation… These were the lessons he’d summed up over the years. He’d tried so many methods, and only these worked. Nothing to feel guilty about.
But for some reason, Lin Yuan didn’t want to tell the young man.
It’d make me seem like some big villain who only solves problems with violence.
Lowering his eyelids slightly, the man only mentioned the mildest one: “Lock him up.”
As the young man instinctively frowned a little, Lin Yuan turned on the projector. The wall displayed a clean, tidy room—complete with sofa, bed, wardrobe, even a TV. The only thing missing was a window.
Shen Leyuan asked, “What’s the TV for?”
To teach him to behave, Lin Yuan thought, but said, “For watching videos.”
Shen Leyuan took it as watching cartoons. He stared thoughtfully at the projected room, ruling out corporal punishment, medication, deception, and intimidation. With “solitary confinement” as the remaining option, he proposed a new idea.
“How about… showing him some romance movies?”
Shen Leyuan gestured. “Normal ones, sweet and wholesome. No crazy mental patient stuff. Like idol dramas about love.”
Lin Yuan said, “He won’t learn.”
“He values emotions a lot. Even if he doesn’t learn, he’ll get jealous.” Shen Leyuan said, “Watching others have sweet romances while he doesn’t—envy, jealousy, hatred. That could be punishment enough.”
He couldn’t think of anything better on the spot.
Lin Yuan nodded, keeping half the suggestion: Idol dramas wouldn’t make Little Deer envious, jealous, or regret not obeying earlier.
What he projected was Shen Leyuan.
Without Little Deer’s daily “lessons,” Shen Leyuan busied himself with online psychology classes, occasionally earning side cash online, even starting a study livestream. He beamed at the meager income, looking so easily satisfied.
If he didn’t have debts, he’d probably leave, right?
Lin Yuan wondered idly.
On the screen, the young man stole a moment amid his busyness to cook veggie and lean pork congee in the kitchen—perfect for patients. The greens dotted the glistening porridge; even through the screen, the aroma seemed to waft out.
But the real highlight wasn’t the food—it was the softness and focus in the young man’s eyes and brows.
Little Deer watched, mesmerized.
Amid the clatter of pots and bowls came annoying lectures. Lin Yuan told him, “This should’ve had a share for you too—if you’d been good enough.”
But there were no ‘ifs’ in this world. Now, Little Deer could only watch his teacher pamper others.
The porridge was divided into three bowls: one by Lin Yao’s bed, one in A Si’s hands, the warm fragrance filling the ward.
Lin Yao didn’t even glance at Shen Leyuan, scorning, “Trying to win me over with this cheap shit? I’ve had my fill of fancy feasts—I don’t want your rice and veggies!”
With that, he called the kitchen to send over big fish and meats.
Shen Leyuan cleared away the greasy, spicy ones. “You’re sick right now—you can’t eat this. After you recover, okay?”
“You fucking nuts?!” Lin Yao cursed.
Shen Leyuan turned to A Si. “What do you want to eat tomorrow? I’ll make it.”
He added, “I’ve always attracted dogs. If you guys weren’t here, I’d probably be the one bitten. Feels wrong not to do something.”
After a pause, A Si said, “Cake.”
“What kind?”
“The one you’ve made before,” A Si murmured low. “The kind Little Deer ate.”
Like tasting the sweetness his crush had savored.
God, he’s so well-behaved.
If only Little Deer were like this… Nah, Little Deer’s just faking it.
Pulling back his wandering thoughts, Shen Leyuan nodded. “Sure.”
Lin Yao snuck a glance from the corner of his eye, steeling himself in his mind. When the Fox Spirit asked what he wanted, should he mock him back or name some gross dishes?
The Fox Spirit didn’t ask.
The Fox Spirit cleared the empty bowl and walked past his bed without a sideways glance.
“Shit!”
Once the young man was gone, Lin Yao bellowed in fury at A Si. “Did you see that? Did you see that attitude!”
“He’s not even my stepmom yet, and he’s already like this to me. Believe me, once he hooks up with the old man, he’ll turn into a real stepmom and kick me out!”
A Si closed his eyes to rest, ignoring the rebellious teen.
Lin Yao fussed for a bit, calming down without anyone to coax him. He stared blankly at the now-cold veggie congee.
Looks kinda fragrant, though.
But it’s just veggie congee—not some delicacy. How good could it be?
Mainly, I’ve had too much heavy food. Craving something light.
Plus, the bowl’s right there, so close it’s annoying. Moving it is fair.
Having convinced himself, Lin Yao guiltily lifted it for a sip, then quickly set it down.
Silence blanketed the ward.
His only roommate was buried under the covers, sleeping like the dead.
Lin Yao lay back, pulling his blanket over his head too. Under the thin fabric, his heart drummed like thunder in his ears, boom-boom-boom.
So fucking gross.
Ice cold.
Good thing I just tasted it—otherwise, my wounds aren’t healed and I’d get the shits.
Lin Yao’s mind raced with nonsense until he drifted off.
He didn’t know when, but someone else entered the ward. He looked up, face darkening instantly. He sneered and snapped, “What, here to avenge your little lover?”
Lin Yuan stared at him expressionlessly. “You’re not listening again.”
“Yeah, I’m not listening!” Lin Yao sneered coldly. “Find someone who does—hey, A Si’s perfect. Make him your son, save me and Little Deer from gaying it up and ending your lineage!”
Lin Yuan said, “You never learn.”
Lin Yao panted roughly. “Never will in this lifetime. Give up already!”
Lin Yuan had special ways to make his son learn.
It was a punishment room.
Lin Yao’s rage lost its fire, turning halting and timid. Whips hung on the wall, but that wasn’t today’s main course—the punishment would be crueler.
He forced himself not to back away, face pale as he said, “I won’t apologize!”
“I don’t need your apology,” his father’s voice boomed from afar, deafening. “I just need you to learn.”
The searing pain from branded memories hit. Lin Yao clenched his teeth, expression dazed.
But what did I do wrong?
The young man couldn’t figure it out.
Why was his father like this? Why was his family like this? Why couldn’t he choose who he liked? Why couldn’t he be coaxed, spoiled, accepted like normal people?
Time slipped by, childhood shadows closing in, no escape.
Then, arms suddenly wrapped around him, soothing his scars, chiding softly, “The kid’s still young. Teach him slowly. Why bully him like this?”
Someone’s protecting me…
Lin Yao’s eyes heated, sudden grievance overwhelming him.
He seemed to shrink, growing fragile, turning to bury himself in that embrace—crying, whining, complaining about how mean and bad Daddy was, how he wanted Mommy, not Daddy.
The person cooed softly, “Don’t cry, don’t cry. Mommy’s here. Daddy won’t bully you. What does baby want to eat? Mommy’ll make it later, okay?”
Lin Yao twisted shyly. “Wanna nurse…”
The person’s pale, slender hand went to the collar but didn’t undo the buttons, hesitating. “But I don’t have milk.”
Lin Yao threw a tantrum in grievance. “How could you not? You just won’t give it to me!”
You give it to others, not me!
“Sigh,” the person sighed. “Baby, Mommy’s a man.”
Lin Yao froze, looking up.
The face that met his eyes was terrifyingly familiar.
Clutching the collar, exposing a vast expanse of chest, the young man frowned at him, fingertips covering that bit of softness and rubbing it, troubled. “Really no milk…”
“Shit!”
Lin Yao bellowed, gasping as he jolted awake from the dream.
He ignored A Si’s waking glance, didn’t check the time or if it was day or night. Like he’d seen a ghost, he burrowed under the covers, trembling with a tiny whimper.
“Fuck…”
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