After Secretly Having the Film Emperor’s Child 37

Chapter 37: I Hate You the Most

Because Feng Yan was driving, he couldn’t take a close look, but he roughly glanced at it.

Yu Weixi’s side accounts were all roasting those who were complaining about Linglong Jade. He had even written long articles, his tone as passionate as if he were canvassing for votes.

And he had even… praised him.

XXXX: I’m so disappointed in Feng Yan! I thought Film Emperor Feng was an excellent actor.

Kneel down and call me Daddy: Just because he acted in one bad TV drama, do the dozens of good ones from before not count? All that effort was for nothing? He’s become not excellent? Alright then, this brother has remembered to bring his brain every year in the past, but today he has no brain, so you’re just a brainless animal?

Feng Yan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“Did you see it!” Yu Weixi held up his phone, his head held high, and said proudly, “Am I amazing?”

“Amazing.” Feng Yan reached out and gently pinched the tip of Yu Weixi’s nose. “Xixi is so great.”

“Hmph.” Yu Weixi buried his head in the pillow and laughed.

“Silly Xixi.”

Feng Yan drove the car into the parking lot, and then he saw that Yu Weixi had already fallen asleep in the passenger seat.

Feng Yan helped Yu Weixi unbuckle his seatbelt and patted his shoulder. “Xixi, we’re home.”

“Mmm…”

“Xixi.” Feng Yan pinched Yu Weixi’s ear.

“Go away.” Yu Weixi’s eyes were tightly shut. He reached out and slapped Feng Yan’s hand away.

Feng Yan raised an eyebrow.

So Feng Yan got out of the car, opened the passenger door, and carried Yu Weixi out of the car in a princess carry.

Yu Weixi subconsciously wrapped his arms around Feng Yan’s neck, using Feng Yan as a human support, and continued to sleep with his head resting on Feng Yan’s chest.

Feng Yan kicked the car door shut and carried Yu Weixi upstairs just like that.

Feng Yan was glad that it was already very late and there was no one around.

“We’re here. Xixi, where’s your key card?”

Arriving at the front door, Feng Yan put Yu Weixi down and let him lean against him. He pinched Yu Weixi’s face. “Key card, or we can’t get in.”

“Mmm…”

If Yu Weixi had been conscious before, at this moment he had completely relaxed, and the aftereffects of the alcohol had also kicked in.

Yu Weixi’s alcohol tolerance was actually quite good. He didn’t go crazy or shout when he was drunk.

On the contrary, unlike what Feng Yan had thought, Yu Weixi became very soft when he was drunk. At this moment, Yu Weixi was leaning against him, constantly making coquettish “mmm” sounds, humming and hawing, wanting to sleep.

Feng Yan had no choice but to search Yu Weixi’s pockets himself.

Yu Weixi had a pocket on the chest of his suit’s inner shirt, and also on both sides of his suit pants.

Feng Yan first reached into his suit jacket, into the small pocket on his chest.

Then he felt a facial oil blotting paper.

Feng Yan: “…”

Alright then, quite exquisite.

“Mmm…” Yu Weixi grabbed Feng Yan and said angrily, “Indecent assault!”

Feng Yan: “…”

Feng Yan wrapped one arm around Yu Weixi’s waist to hold him, letting Yu Weixi rest his head on his shoulder, while his other hand went to feel the pocket of his pants.

“Indecent assault! Pervert! Lecher!” Yu Weixi’s brow was tightly furrowed, and he kept hitting Feng Yan’s back with his hand.

After finally finding the wallet in his pocket, Feng Yan immediately took out the key card inside.

Feng Yan only roughly saw the photo of Niangao in the wallet. After all, the rest was private, so he didn’t dare to look too closely.

“Beep.”

After getting the key card, the two of them were finally able to get in.

“Daddy!! Daddy’s back!” Niangao was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons, waiting for Yu Weixi to come back.

“Yan-gege is here too!”

The moment the door opened, Niangao rushed over. Nuomi also “meow meow meow”-ed and came up to sniff Feng Yan’s pant leg.

Feng Yan half-dragged, half-carried Yu Weixi in and placed him on the sofa.

“What’s wrong with Daddy?” Niangao stood by the sofa and leaned in to look at Yu Weixi, then recoiled from the smell of alcohol on him.

“He’s asleep, it’s nothing.” Feng Yan was also covered in the smell of alcohol from Yu Weixi. He frowned slightly and took off his jacket.

Feng Yan glanced at Yu Weixi, who was lying on the sofa in a mess, his limbs hanging haphazardly, and said helplessly, “Niangao, where is your daddy’s room?”

Feng Yan planned to help Yu Weixi change his clothes and then carry him to bed.

“Ah…! Daddy’s room is locked!” Niangao covered his mouth. “No one is allowed in except me and Daddy!”

This was the mission Daddy had given him!

Yu Weixi always kept his room locked. Niangao, being a child, didn’t know where the key was. After all, Yu Weixi’s room… was full of Feng Yan’s posters and pillows. If he went in, it would be over.

“Alright then, what about your room?”

Feng Yan glanced at Niangao’s room. Although it was a child’s room, it was probably for the convenience of sleeping together, so the bed in Niangao’s room was also an adult double bed.

So Feng Yan carried Yu Weixi to the bed, then took a piece of clothing from the clothes hanging on the balcony.

“Daddy stinks.” Niangao sat on the bed, pinching his nose.

“It’s the smell of alcohol. Come on, let’s change his clothes and he won’t stink anymore.” Feng Yan unbuttoned his jacket, then his inner shirt.

Under the fabric, his exquisite collarbones, fair skin, and the two… were revealed.

Feng Yan wiped his face, feeling like he was truly a beast.

Yu Weixi’s chest rose and fell slightly. He lay defenselessly in front of him, his clothes disheveled, his hair messy.

Feng · Old Man · Yan was starting to get a little restless.

Feng Yan took a deep breath and held the person up with his back to him, thinking that the visual impact would not be as great this way.

However, the next moment, Feng Yan was taken aback.

On Yu Weixi’s waist, or rather, his lower back, were bruises.

This… what’s going on?

Feng Yan’s fingers gently pressed on the bruises on Yu Weixi’s waist. The person in his arms immediately let out a painful “oof” and said in a muffled voice, his head resting on his shoulder, “It hurts…”

Feng Yan’s eyes darkened. He looked at Niangao. “Has your daddy been practicing dance at home these past few days?”

“Yes!” Niangao nodded.

Feng Yan took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said, “For a long time?”

“I don’t know…” Niangao counted on his fingers. “Last night, it seemed to be all night! When I came home, Daddy was practicing. Then we went to sleep together, and Daddy told me a story…”

Practiced all night…?

Feng Yan’s brow was tightly furrowed, and his anger soared.

Is Yu Weixi trying to kill himself?!

Feng Yan took another deep breath and decided to settle the score with Yu Weixi when he woke up.

After changing Yu Weixi’s clothes, Niangao volunteered to get milk for him. After all, Niangao would drink milk before going to bed. But he was stopped by Feng Yan.

“You can’t drink milk after drinking alcohol. Just get your daddy some juice or warm water.”

“Okay!” Niangao ran off with little pattering steps to the kitchen.

Afterward, the movement seemed to have woken Yu Weixi up a little. He just hugged Feng Yan, his arms wrapped around him, and rested his head on him, not letting go. He looked at Feng Yan with a smile. “Why are you… so hot.”

Warm and comfortable.

Feng Yan looked at Yu Weixi helplessly.

He wasn’t Liu Xiahui. How could an adult man not get hot after being teased like this?

“Xixi, you little friend, how can you be so defenseless against people.” Feng Yan tapped the top of Yu Weixi’s head and said with some displeasure, “If it was someone else who sent you back today, would you have hugged them like this too?”

Yu Weixi muttered, “I wouldn’t.”

At this moment, Yu Weixi’s head was buried in Feng Yan’s neck. His voice was muffled and a little nasal.

“Oh?” Feng Yan raised an eyebrow and smiled. “You wouldn’t?”

“I wouldn’t.”

“You’d only hug me? You trust me that much?” Feng Yan wrapped his arms around Yu Weixi and said in his ear, “Don’t you hate me?”

When Feng Yan spoke, the warm air hit Yu Weixi’s ear. Yu Weixi felt a little itchy and shrank his head, saying in a muffled voice, “I hate you. I hate you to death. I won’t let you hold me. I don’t trust you.”

Feng Yan chuckled.

“Really?”

“I don’t trust you. I don’t trust you anymore. You’re a bastard, a bad guy.”

Feng Yan was taken aback.

“Am I that bad?”

“Mmm… bad.” Yu Weixi paused, then suddenly opened his mouth and bit Feng Yan’s shoulder.

Feng Yan paused but didn’t stop him. He just gently patted Yu Weixi’s back. “Go to sleep.”

Feng Yan placed Yu Weixi on the bed, pulled the covers up for him, and then went to the kitchen to find Niangao.

Why is this little one taking so long in the kitchen?

“Ah…! Yan-gege, the juice is all gone.” Niangao stood in front of the refrigerator with a sad face. “I, I looked for a long time. Apple juice, orange juice, carrot juice, they’re all gone!”

“It’s okay. Your daddy is already asleep. He doesn’t need to drink.” Feng Yan went up and ruffled Niangao’s head, then glanced at the baby bottle on the kitchen island and asked, “Does Niangao drink milk every night before going to sleep?”

Niangao nodded.

“Does your daddy make it for you?”

Niangao nodded again.

Feng Yan rubbed his chin, a little troubled.

Niangao glanced at the room and said in a low voice, “Daddy is asleep. I don’t have to drink it.”

“That won’t do. A child is growing.” Feng Yan squatted down and volunteered, “Can I make it for you?”

“Ah…?” Niangao’s eyes widened.

Yan-gege… is going to make milk for me?

“Okay!” Niangao happily pounced forward and hugged Feng Yan. “Yan-gege will make it!”

…

So for the next five minutes, Feng Yan looked at the milk powder can, the baby bottle, and the thermos in front of him and fell into an unprecedented predicament.

Feng Yan rubbed his nose, opened WeChat, and asked in his old classmate group.

Feng Yan: May I ask how to make milk powder? For a three-year-old child.

Feng Yan’s idea was simple. Since most of these old classmates were married and had children, they were very experienced in this aspect.

Little did he know how much of a stir his words would cause.

A minute later.

Friend A: ??????

Friend B: !!!!!!!!!

Friend C: Woc, when did this happen? Why didn’t you tell us?

Friend D: You didn’t… do something wrong, did you?

Feng Yan: …

Feng Yan replied helplessly: A friend’s son.

It took a long time to finally make the milk powder. Feng Yan immediately exited WeChat and ignored those friends who still didn’t believe him and were asking all sorts of questions.

“…Is it okay?”

He handed the baby bottle to Niangao. Seeing him drink it without any objection, Feng Yan couldn’t help but ask, “Is it okay?”

“Mmm!” After Niangao obediently drank the whole bottle of milk by the side of the bed, he immediately climbed into Yu Weixi’s covers, snuggled up to him, and fell asleep. He didn’t forget to turn his head and say sweetly, “Good night, Yan-gege.”

“Good night.” Feng Yan pulled the covers up for Niangao, then turned off the light.

After all, Yu Weixi was hungover. Feng Yan was worried that something unexpected might happen. Anyway, his own home was just next door, so he simply went home to get a change of clothes and then spent the night on the sofa in Yu Weixi’s home.

Feng Yan lay on the sofa. He had already changed his clothes, and the smell of perfume and alcohol on Yu Weixi had also dissipated.

But…

Feng Yan rubbed his nose, feeling that he was truly a beast.

I should just go to sleep early.