The three young men snuck out like thieves, driving the family car on the sly.
Little Deer rarely got a chance like this. He didn’t even glance around; his eyes were fixed solely on the car they were chasing, as if the person inside was the sole purpose of his existence.
“Faster, faster,” he urged A Si. “The teacher’s getting away!”
Lin Yao, for once, spoke up for his rival. “What the hell do you know? The driver’s a family bodyguard—super vigilant. Get too close, and we’ll get spotted.”
Little Deer plopped back in his seat, looking all aggrieved and pitiful, not saying another word.
Big brother is so mean. He talks so harshly. Teacher’s the nice one—Teacher never says stuff like that to Little Deer.
Hey, that’s one more reason to like Teacher!
The boy perked up on his own, leaning his upper body over the front seat again. He stared eagerly at the car carrying his beloved teacher up ahead, wishing he could rush over and confess right now.
Shen Leyuan had the driver drop him at the base of the hill, then took a cab back to the neighborhood.
The driver could’ve taken him all the way to the gate, but what if the guy was the overly helpful type and insisted on coming inside? It’d be awkward to refuse. Better to split off now and spare everyone the hassle.
The cab wound around for over an hour without arriving.
Shen Leyuan checked the phone navigation and sighed softly. “Buddy, circling any more is just rude.”
The driver refused to admit it, babbling about elevated roads, traffic jams, and taking shortcuts. Shen Leyuan figured he was full of shit, didn’t bother responding, and after getting out, snapped photos and filed a complaint in one go.
Gotta teach these shady drivers a lesson, or they’d scam the next guy too.
The detour-loving cab hadn’t gone two minutes when a few young guys flagged it down from the roadside. The one in front looked pretty, delicate, rich, and kindhearted. The driver gleefully pulled over and asked where they were headed.
The pretty boy spoke in a soft, coquettish voice. “Uncle, could you come a bit closer?”
The driver’s ears tingled. Like a man possessed, he leaned over. “What’s up, little bro? Want shotgun?”
Little Deer’s eyes sharpened. He grabbed the driver’s hair and hammered fists down. “Take! That! Detour! You! Asshole! Keep! Circling! Annoying as hell!”
He punched rhythmically with his words, beating the driver until stars burst in his vision, then shoved him hard, slammed the door, and waved politely like the good boy he was. “Bye-bye, Uncle~”
The driver was terrified, convinced he’d run into a lunatic.
The pretty boy’s two tall companions looked plenty tough and fighty, so he didn’t dare say a word. He floored the gas and peeled out.
Little Deer had chased off the guy who bullied his teacher, and he practically floated as he walked.
Lin Yao snorted. “I wish that dumbass could see you like this. Save him thinking you’re his perfect little goody-two-shoes every day.”
“What’s wrong with how I look?” Little Deer counted on his fingers. “He bullied Teacher, so I punished him. Just a few hits—totally moderate, not excessive… Little Deer did great!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Lin Yao drawled sarcastically. “Why don’t you go tell Teacher that?”
The smile vanished from Little Deer’s face.
Did I mess up again?
How do you act like a normal person? Is there a good tutorial for that?
A Si’s quiet gaze landed on his face, taking in the boy’s confusion and hurt. He hesitated, then spoke softly. “Teacher taught you well.”
Little Deer looked up at him, puzzled.
A Si continued, “You never used to think about stuff like this.”
Little Deer had always been ruthless before. No matter if people were good or bad, scheming or sincere, he’d accepted it all. And no matter how they ended up, he’d never cared.
Like some heartless god or demon, laughing as he watched the world’s dramas unfold.
Now he had a bit of humanity. Sooner or later, he’d learn more, feel more emotions—but only toward that one special person. Good or bad?
Little Deer had no clue about A Si’s complicated feelings and didn’t care. He just knew this was praise—for being the good boy who listened to Teacher. He beamed instantly, grabbed A Si’s hand, and said, “Then let’s hurry! Tell Teacher the good news!”
Lin Yao rolled his eyes. “Dumbass!”
Two dumbasses!
Little Deer was brimming with confidence now. He lifted his chin. “You’re cursing again. You’re rude. Teacher won’t like you.”
Lin Yao shot back in disgust. “Don’t need him to!”
The two bickered as they followed Sheng Shisi. Before long, they spotted that familiar back ahead again. Little Deer nearly bolted forward in excitement, but Lin Yao held him back. “Stalk! We’re stalking! Do you even know what tracking means?”
…
I’m being followed.
Shen Leyuan checked behind him through a car window and vaguely made out three familiar silhouettes.
Blurry as they were, he couldn’t see faces, but two were tall and looked pretty fighty.
It was around seven or eight in the morning, streets busy with pedestrians, so he hadn’t noticed at first. Now, turning into a quiet corner of the neighborhood with no one around, they stood out.
Debt collectors?
Shen Leyuan suddenly regretted not bringing a bodyguard, though he’d already paid off the original owner’s relatives in the area. He’d called the rest too, and he’d been paying on time lately—slim chance.
Hiss, wait—the driver I just reported… same height?
Closer look: clothes matched too.
Shen Leyuan grew more worried as he walked, mixed with relief: Good thing I spotted it early. Leading bad guys to the old lady neighbor’s place would’ve been a mess.
Call a bodyguard friend?
Too late.
He sneaked a glance back with his peripheral vision—they were closer. Shen Leyuan quietly dialed the police, whispering the address and situation, hoping for a quick response.
Lucky break: an officer said his classmate was nearby, an armed cop.
Perfect!
Shen Leyuan navigated to the spot. Moments later, he saw a tall guy standing ramrod straight… whoa, scratch that—damn intimidating. Shen Leyuan shifted his gaze from the guy’s chest to that fierce face.
“Hello, you’re Mr. Chu, right?”
No mention of the facial scar. Way easier to spot than the pecs.
Huo Tingfeng raised a brow, eyeing the young man’s handsome face gone pale with nerves. He let out an ambiguous hum from his nose.
Shen Leyuan took it as confirmation. His eyes lit up with trust in the people’s servant as he edged closer and whispered, “Comrade, is someone tailing me from behind?”
Peering past the young man’s shoulder, Huo Tingfeng spotted a delicate, pretty little beauty—right up his alley. Too bad the kid saw him as a rival, hurling little daggers with his eyes.
Tsk tsk. Even better.
“Yeah, one guy’s pretty menacing.” Huo Tingfeng asked with interest, “Ex-boyfriend?”
Shen Leyuan figured he’d been marinated too long in the gay scene to spark this mix-up. He smiled wryly. “Nah, pissed off a driver… If it’s just stalking, can you detain him a few days?”
Huo Tingfeng: “Doesn’t look like it.”
What do you mean ‘doesn’t look’? Driver wasn’t exactly harmless.
Shen Leyuan sensed something off and glanced back.
No one there. Probably spotted the tall, scary cop and bailed.
“Thanks so much,” Shen Leyuan pulled out his phone, his eyes softening with a charming smile. “How about your number? Dinner on me next time?”
The guy wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, but that smile was a killer.
Like.
Still, Huo Tingfeng eyed Shen Leyuan without much politeness and refused. “I don’t bottom.”
Shen Leyuan blinked. “I’m not—”
Huo Tingfeng: “I don’t top either.”
Even knowing he should clarify he wasn’t gay, Shen Leyuan couldn’t help asking, “So what do you do?”
Huo Tingfeng: “I don’t.”
Just say you’re straight, damn. Chatting with this guy was exhausting. Shen Leyuan dropped the WeChat idea and fired back in kind. “Me neither.”
He smiled again. “But thanks anyway. Dinner sometime if we cross paths.”
Yeah, right.
Whatever. Send a commendation banner to the station later.
As the young man walked off, Huo Tingfeng turned to the boy charging toward him, all puffed up and aggressive.
Little Deer fumed. “Who the hell are you to Teacher? Did he just hug you?”
Oh ho, so the guy’s a teacher.
The vibe fit—gentle aura, but too soft to wrangle these rowdy teens.
He grinned back. “And who are you to him?”
Little Deer fit his tastes too, but he wasn’t chasing or anything.
His situation was special. No need.
“I’m Teacher’s student,” Little Deer declared boldly, then added less surely, “His favorite student!”
Unlike A Si, who stuck close, Lin Yao sauntered up last. He frowned at the guy’s height, scanned the mature, ruggedly handsome face, then those pecs. First thought: Losing.
Second: Old guy.
Older than him for sure, not as much as his dad, but way more mature. Wonder if a fox like that went for it. Probably—got all excited, even whipped out his phone to flirt.
Too bad the dude wasn’t into him. No number.
Tsk, fox ain’t all that. Can’t even hook a random.
But soon resentment bubbled: Fox looks down on me, so why you? Just ’cause you’re old?
The blatant hostility caught Huo Tingfeng’s eye.
The gentle teacher was a magnet—two admirers in a row, third… oh, this one liked the pretty boy. Eyes glued.
Lost in thought, pain shot through his foot.
The pissed-off pretty boy had stomped it, glaring daggers, refusing to be ignored.
Huo Tingfeng’s gaze darkened, lazy vibe gone, replaced by cold menace. His hawk-like eyes bored into Little Deer, breath thickening. “You…”
“Move it or lose him—Teacher’s gone!”
Lin Yao grabbed Little Deer’s arm, shoved him to Sheng Shisi, and locked eyes with the man, face taut.
You look tough, but I’ve seen blood. Not scared.
That was the message in his stare.
Truth was, Huo Tingfeng had zero fight in him right now. His mind was a whirlwind—shaky, thrilled. Before the kids got far, he fumbled for his phone. “Doc…”
“I’m hard!”
His bro of twenty years finally stirred!
After that call, he made another, ordering a check on their future sister-in-law’s ID. Then he strolled after them, hoping to bump into his fated one.
He matched his type, got him going—destined wife, right?
If Shen Leyuan knew, he’d boot him three miles away.
Big, buff, but impotent—only pops for Little Deer? That’s the wild outdoor-fuck dog man from the novel. Explains the huge chest!
But he didn’t know. He was busy soothing a teary old lady clutching his hand.
The uncle stood awkwardly nearby, every plea met with scolding from his mom. Shen Leyuan sweet-talked her to the kitchen before getting a word in with the uncle.
“Uncle,” he asked, “when you guys searched my place, did you see any contracts?”
The uncle flushed. “I didn’t search…”
“I know you didn’t—I trust you. But anyone else? Just a basic labor contract. Useless to them anyway. If you could ask around?”
Uncle agreed, stepped to the balcony for a call—tone gruff.
Probably hated watching them trash the original owner’s place back then, but he was in the wrong, with a sick mom to care for. Couldn’t speak up.
No luck asking around. Old lady insisted on lunch.
He tried leaving; she gripped his hand, wept, said time off didn’t matter. She feared shady work, him straying, getting hurt—had to get the truth.
Good intentions from an elder. Shen Leyuan sucked at refusing.
Finally, the police call ended it.
They sounded worried. “Mr. Shen, you okay? My classmate couldn’t find you. He’s searching the spot you mentioned.”
Shen Leyuan was stunned. “Didn’t I already… Your classmate’s face wasn’t injured?”
The other person sounded puzzled. “Nope.”
Instead, their special observation target had recently taken a bit of a beating. He wondered if that was who Mr. Shen had run into.
Shen Leyuan said, “I got saved by a big-chested guy with a bit of a facial injury.”
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