Chapter 13: Targeted by a Powerful Tycoon 13

Yuan Feixing looked as if the sudden, blunt confession had caught him completely off guard. His glossy black eyes flew wide, and he instinctively tried to scoot backward. But the head of the bed was still raised, and the pillow behind him wasn’t soft enough to sink into. He ended up barely a finger’s breadth away from the man.

He Yao’s dark eyes fixed on him like a predator watching prey that had already fallen into its trap. A terrifying gleam flashed in their depths.

[Yuan Feixing: Tongtong! 99999999!]

[Tongtong: Of course! Wishing you two forever and ever~]

[Yuan Feixing: …]

[T/N: In Chinese gaming and internet slang, “999” (jiù) is a homophone for “Save me! / SOS!” (救救救). However, “99” (jiǔjiǔ) is also a homophone for “together forever” (久久). Yuan Feixing is screaming for emergency rescue, but the System maliciously pretends he is asking for a marriage blessing.]

There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Yuan Feixing forced a smile. “Of course I know you like me, Big Brother. I like you too.”

He Yao smiled even more broadly, as if he’d known all along that Yuan Feixing would say that.

Yuan Feixing grew even more nervous. He instinctively wanted to wet his dry lips, but at this distance, close enough to share each other’s breath, that was a terrible idea.

He shifted his chin and looked away, his gaze dropping to He Yao’s collar. Two buttons had been undone, giving him a casual air. The sharp line of his throat was impossible to miss. He Yao looked every bit as aggressive as he seemed at that moment.

“Little Jia.”

Yuan Feixing lifted his head with a sinking feeling. Heavens, just let me off the hook!

The moment his eyes met He Yao’s dark gaze, something warm touched his lips. Yuan Feixing’s mind went blank.

When he came to, he tried to push He Yao away, but the man only pulled him closer. The hand clamped around his shoulder was scorching and strong, impossible to budge. All Yuan Feixing could do was let out a helpless, muffled “Mmm.”

He Yao traced the softness of his lips with the tip of his tongue, trying to coax them open. Yuan Feixing clenched his teeth and refused to give in. His thoughts were still a muddle; he couldn’t think of a way out. They remained locked in a stalemate while He Yao smiled faintly and kissed him again and again, slow and thorough.

In the outer room of the VIP suite, the nurse on duty suddenly called out, “Hello, this is a private room. How many people are you here to see?”

“Is Young Master Yuan Jia in this room?” Yuan Feixing recognized Father He’s assistant’s voice. He pushed harder, only to find He Yao still holding him firmly in place. The man had him pinned beneath his body, a brazen smile in his eyes.

Yuan Feixing was about to cry. He’d stopped caring about the kisses. He just wanted the big shot to show him mercy and not force him to come out as gay right after getting kissed!

“Someone’s—mmph!”

As soon as he opened his mouth, He Yao’s soft lips slipped past his defenses and took whatever they pleased.

Yuan Feixing was so nervous he was about to wet himself. His left hand kept pounding against He Yao’s arm, his eyes pleading desperately. Big Brother, no…

The voices outside continued. Footsteps mixed with the sound of several people talking. His nerves were so taut that his hearing had become unnaturally sharp. Struggling to ignore the wet, smacking sounds in his mouth, he made out the voices beyond the door: the assistant and a nurse, Father He, and Hong Manshu with her son.

Their voices came through the thin door, growing closer until every word sounded like the countdown to an explosion. The handle clicked as someone turned it.

Yuan Feixing went rigid. He was finished. He was about to be dragged out of the closet by that bastard He Yao, right in front of the whole family!!!

Click, click. The door still wouldn’t open. A puzzled voice came from outside. “It’s locked.”

Then came a knock. The assistant called, “Young Master, are you in there?”

Yuan Feixing let out half a breath of relief. He felt He Yao loosen his hold, too.

Their lips slowly parted, a thin strand of saliva stretching between them before it snapped and fell against Yuan Feixing’s lips, leaving a wet sheen. It lasted only a moment before He Yao drew him back in. Yuan Feixing’s face burned. He quickly lowered his head, not knowing what expression he was supposed to wear when he looked at He Yao.

He Yao smiled faintly and wiped his lips clean with a finger. Only then did he rise and go to open the door.

Yuan Feixing thought the whole thing was utterly outrageous. He covered his face with one hand, forcing himself to calm down as quickly as possible. After several deep breaths, he cleared his throat. Once he felt he could act normal again, he looked toward the door, ready to greet the three members of the He family.

He Yao had already reached the door. Broad-shouldered and long-legged, he looked even more handsome and imposing in his perfectly tailored suit.

Yuan Feixing looked up and met those dark eyes again. He Yao turned the lock and smiled, as if to say, You’re not getting away.

[Yuan Feixing: Fuck!]

[Tongtong: Hehehehehe. Enjoying yourself?]

[Yuan Feixing: ???]

He couldn’t help howling inwardly. Aaaah! Why was everyone around him a pervert?!

At last, the door opened. Father He stepped inside first, frowning slightly. “Why was the door locked?”

“Little Jia was taking a nap.”

Father He looked past He Yao and saw Yuan Feixing sitting up in bed, eyes wide open. His expression softened, but then his gaze fell on the bandage around Yuan Feixing’s arm, and his face darkened with concern. “How did you manage to fall?”

Hong Manshu came in, followed by He Zhuo, who had personally picked her up from the airport. The three of them always appeared together, neat as a picture. Hong Manshu wanted to make sure Father He’s impression of them was fixed: the three of them were a complete family.

Yuan Feixing told Father He that he’d lost his balance. Father He was beside himself with worry. He would much rather have been the one hurt than see his youngest son suffer.

Hong Manshu sat on the other side of the bed and chimed in. “Little Jia, you have no idea how worried your father was in Country F. He canceled all his remaining work and rushed straight to the airport. He even flew back overnight to see you, despite the heavy rain.”

“Just last month, the doctor told him to take better care of himself. He’s getting older, and his heart can’t keep up with all this running around…”

Father He thought she was being long-winded and waved her off. “I know my own limits.”

Then he remembered the unpleasant experience at the airport and grumbled about the airport’s crowd-control arrangements. At last, he gave He Yao a grateful look. “Good thing your big brother was there to look after you. How’s the wound? Does it still hurt?”

Yuan Feixing’s thoughts turned into a groundhog’s shriek. If Father He hadn’t come, this perverted big brother would’ve looked after me right into bed! Aaaah!

They chatted like the perfect loving father and son for a while before the conversation turned to the show.

He Zhuo had come to the hospital after Yuan Feixing’s accident to make an appearance, but with Father He gone, he hadn’t felt any need to keep pretending to be a good older brother. Now that Father He brought up the show, he joined the conversation and repeated what Su Chenyu had told them about how the matter would be handled.

Father He’s expression darkened. He told Yuan Feixing not to go on any more shows. The young master of the He family didn’t need to put himself through that sort of hardship. Yuan Feixing knew Father He was angry, so he didn’t argue. Instead, he whimpered softly and changed the subject, saying his arm felt uncomfortable.

Father He immediately forgot everything else and started to call a doctor. Yuan Feixing stopped him. “Dad, you were up all night and didn’t get any sleep on the plane, did you? I’m more comfortable at home than lying around in the hospital. Take me home with you, okay?”

He lowered the corners of his eyes, putting on a pitiful little face. He Yao, standing beside the bed, saw it all. Just like when they were kids, Yuan Feixing would come back from the dentist and ask him for candy, looking so aggrieved and lovable. The only difference was that the candy back then was his lips now.

When Father He hesitated, Yuan Feixing leaned toward him and looped his left arm through Father He’s.

He knew Father He well. If he stayed in the hospital, He Yao would definitely be the one looking after him again. After all, Yuan Feixing himself had laid the groundwork for this perverted big brother, convincing Father He that He Yao was the person he trusted most!

Seeing Father He’s expression waver, Yuan Feixing pressed his advantage. “Dad, I want to go home. Everything’s more comfortable there. The hospital smells so strongly of medicine. How am I supposed to get better quickly if I’m uncomfortable?”

Father He looked at him, and Yuan Feixing gave him his best puppy-dog eyes.

He Yao suddenly spoke up. “Going home is fine. The doctor said this morning that his recovery after surgery was going well. Little Jia’s used to sleeping in his own bed, so he’ll be more comfortable at home. Doctor Zhou can take care of the dressing changes.”

He was speaking to Yuan Feixing, but looking at that perfectly composed mask of a face only made Yuan Feixing remember the way He Yao had just pinned him down.

Aaaah! I’m doomed, I’m doomed! Why is it so hard to be friends with a trashy villain? Could you show a little respect for a straight guy?!

[Yuan Feixing: System, how much compensation are you planning to give me this time?]

[System: Congratulations, Host! Your Completion Rating has increased by 5 points~ That brings your total to 20. Keep up the good work~]

[Yuan Feixing: Only 5 points?!]

[System: Well, it’s not your first time anymore~]

Yuan Feixing immediately protested. [You said last time that it didn’t count as a first kiss if he didn’t even use his tongue!]

[System: Oh, right. But I don’t get to decide your Completion Rating. Why not try again and set up a control group?]

[Yuan Feixing: …Go to hell.]

His brain was still buzzing from the system’s nonsense when he heard Father He say, “You’re always spoiling your little brother.”

Yuan Feixing nearly had a stroke on the spot.

He couldn’t help giving a hollow little “heh.” As the first person ever to dig his own grave and cook himself in the pot, all he could do was swallow his tears and face the perverted bastard He Yao.

Hong Manshu caught his expression and found it a little strange. As far as she knew, He Yao and Yuan Jia had an excellent relationship. When she’d first come in, she’d considered trying to win Yuan Jia over. When that didn’t work, she’d sent He Zhuo to cultivate his favor instead. But no matter how hard she tried, Yuan Jia always stayed glued to He Yao.

It was rare to see Yuan Jia looking so disgruntled with He Yao. She smiled and asked, “Did you and your big brother have a fight?”

Yuan Feixing pouted slightly and hugged Father He’s arm again. “Big Brother doesn’t spoil me at all. He’s even stricter than the doctor. Dad’s the one who’s nicest to me!”

Father He smiled and tapped his youngest son on the nose. Yuan Jia turned on the charm a little more, and in the end, Father He agreed.

Once everything was ready, He Yao carefully carried Yuan Feixing to the spacious, comfortable back seat of the car. The other three members of the family got into another car, and the two vehicles headed for the He Residence.

Because Yuan Feixing was injured, the driver went slowly and carefully. Before long, their car had fallen far behind the one in front.

Yuan Feixing had no choice but to lean against He Yao’s chest, his face expressionless and his mind in a panic. What a mess. The whole family thinks we’re closer than anyone else. There’s no way I can get away from He Yao whenever something happens!

He Yao didn’t let his fears go unfounded. To Yuan Feixing’s utter shock, the man reached out a long finger and pressed a metal button beside him. The partition slowly rose, sealing off the back of the car into a private compartment.

Yuan Feixing stared at him, dumbfounded. “Wh-what are you doing?”