Chapter 46: The Little Ghost Boldly Kisses Back

Xie Ningwan was first stunned. His palm touched the boy’s bare and smooth lower back, and he quickly pulled open the lapels of his long trench coat, wrapping him tightly in his arms.

Then he turned the tables and took the initiative, kissing deeply!

Song Yaoyao had already achieved his goal and returned to human form. He was just about to pull away when Xie Ningwan pinched his chin and lifted it up a bit, making the kiss even deeper.

Their lips met, teeth intertwined. Song Yaoyao’s tongue tip, which he had just extended, had no time to retract before it was hooked by another forceful tongue, advancing inch by inch and occupying most of the territory in his mouth.

The wet and warm sensation intertwined at their pressed-together parts, and the other’s breathing came along with it, scorching hot.

It was completely different from every previous stolen kiss by Song Yaoyao. For the first time, he understood what a real kiss was.

He found it hard to breathe and tried to tilt his head back for some air. As soon as they parted by a fraction, Xie Ningwan chased after him and once again captured his reddened, soft lips.

Song Yaoyao stood barefoot on his leather shoes and had to tiptoe slightly. He tilted his head back to endure it, his waist arching backward into the broad palm of the man in front of him, which then held him tight.

“Wu…” The fluids exchanged so much that they nearly overflowed from the corner of Song Yaoyao’s lips. He struggled to breathe, his eyes reddening and tears welling up. Once again unable to take it, he turned his head away. “Enough… that’s enough already!”

Xie Ningwan’s fingers pinched his chin. He smoothly kissed the corner of his lips, waited for him to catch a few breaths, then turned his face back and continued to suck and kiss deeply, as if venting all his earlier worry and fear onto Song Yaoyao’s lips at once.

“Wuwu…!” Song Yaoyao flailed and struggled, but wrapped in the coat in front of him, he couldn’t break free and could only twist around.

His bare body rubbed against the one in front of him. Xie Ningwan held him down, pulling him close so he couldn’t move randomly.

Only when he heard chaotic voices from outside and his subordinates and others arriving did Xie Ningwan finally let him go, releasing his lips.

Song Yaoyao’s clothes scattered on the concrete ground were already dirty and unwearable. Xie Ningwan took off his own coat, wrapped him up airtight, and held him in his arms.

Song Yaoyao’s mind was dazed from the kiss. After being dressed and picked up, he rested his head on Xie Ningwan’s shoulder, still panting.

The trench coat was very long. On Song Yaoyao, the sleeves covered his hands, and the hem reached his ankles.

He also heard people coming, so he instinctively buried his face in Xie Ningwan’s neck, hiding his watery, reddened eyes and lips.

Xie Ningwan held him and walked outside.

“President Xie!”

Assistant Lei hurried over from outside, his expression urgent. Only after seeing the person in Xie Ningwan’s arms did he relax, asking, “Is Little Young Master alright?”

“He’s fine.” Xie Ningwan gestured for Assistant Lei to pick up Song Yaoyao’s clothes and keep them safe. He took Song Yaoyao to the car first.

“Got it, President Xie.” Assistant Lei’s anxious mood calmed down. Without asking more for now, he gathered Song Yaoyao’s clothes and sent them to the car together.

As they passed the man Xie Ningwan had knocked down earlier and the other who had fled in panic, the people who had arrived with them were controlling the two.

Leading them was Song Huaichuan.

Seeing Xie Ningwan carrying Song Yaoyao out, Song Huaichuan anxiously wanted to rush forward but hesitated timidly for some reason and stopped in place.

“He’s fine. I’ll take him to the car first,” Xie Ningwan said to him.

“Alright.” Song Huaichuan nodded, unable to hide his worry and urgency. Then he turned and fiercely kicked the man on the ground!

“You stay here and watch President Song,” Xie Ningwan said to Assistant Lei as he took Song Yaoyao’s clothes from him.

“Got it, President Xie.”

Assistant Lei followed the order and stood aside, watching Song Huaichuan act.

“Ah—!” The screams of the two men who had kidnapped Song Yaoyao rang out from time to time. The sounds of fists hitting flesh, rolling, and friction on gravel and concrete were especially clear. Assistant Lei silently walked a few steps away.

…President Song did charity work, but he hadn’t expected him to strike so ruthlessly.

By the time the two were beaten half to death by Song Huaichuan, police sirens sounded from the distant highway. The police and relevant officials arrived, and only then did Assistant Lei step forward to dissuade him. “President Song, President Song, people are here.”

In the car, Xie Ningwan sat in the spacious back seat, holding Song Yaoyao on his lap. He peeled open the coat on him to check for injuries.

Song Yaoyao snapped out of his kiss-induced daze only when his collar was pulled open. His ears turned red, a mushroom cloud practically rising from his head. He yanked the collar back up to cover himself.

There were no injuries on his body.

Xie Ningwan had already checked and calmly looked away, then examined his arms and legs.

There were ligature marks on Song Yaoyao’s wrists and ankles, rubbed red. Xie Ningwan rolled up the overly long sleeves for him and gently kissed the red mark on his wrist with pity, his eyes icy cold.

Those who had targeted Song Yaoyao today—he would make them pay a hundredfold.

His gaze darkened deeply until the slender, pale wrist at his lips was “whoosh” pulled back by its owner.

“Why did you kiss me?” Song Yaoyao’s ear tips were red, but he asked righteously on the surface.

Xie Ningwan looked up at his face and chuckled lightly. “You’ve kissed me so many times and now you’re playing the rogue? You’re unhappy after I kiss you back just once?”

Xie Ningwan asked again, “Who kissed first just now?”

Song Yaoyao felt a bit guilty and hesitated, puffing his cheeks and turning his head away.

Xie Ningwan’s eyes held a smile. He helped him straighten the coat, then leaned in and gently stroked his reddened ankle.

“You weren’t kissing back just once at all!”

A moment later, Song Yaoyao caught another loophole and accused, “I always kissed you lightly before, but you just kissed so intensely…”

Xie Ningwan laughed lowly and rested his chin on his shoulder. “Then what do we do? You kiss me back?”

“…”

Song Yaoyao couldn’t outtalk him. He felt that after just a few hours apart, Xie Ningwan had somehow become unreasonable too.

Giving up all pretense, he bumped his head against Xie Ningwan’s chest and stopped talking.

Xie Ningwan messaged Assistant Lei to arrange the follow-up matters, held Song Yaoyao, and instructed the driver to head to the hospital first.

Though there were no visible injuries, he still couldn’t relax. His wrists and ankles needed professional medical treatment.

The vehicle sped onto the highway, wind whistling past on both sides. The driver in front sat straight, diligently driving without daring to pay attention to the boss in the back.

“What happened just now? Why did you suddenly turn back into the Little Ghost?”

After teasing the Little Ghost, Xie Ningwan turned serious. He steadied Song Yaoyao on his lap and held his face with one hand, asking softly.

Song Yaoyao couldn’t reveal the System’s existence to him. He pursed his lips and mumbled, “Those two locked me up. I wanted to escape, so I turned back into the Little Ghost first.”

“You can switch freely?” Xie Ningwan frowned slightly, starting to think.

“Not really…” Song Yaoyao didn’t know how to fool him this time. His fingers fidgeted with the cufflinks on his sleeve.

Seeing his furrowed brow and troubled expression, Xie Ningwan grasped the hand making trouble on his sleeve.

This hand was fair and delicate, carrying normal human warmth. Because the skin was thin, Xie Ningwan could almost feel the blood flowing beneath—a living, energetic hand.

There were still many mysteries about Song Yaoyao that he couldn’t figure out. Like why he had appeared by his side at first, why he was so close and clingy, stealing kisses, and then suddenly turning into a lively boy in his bed… and now too.

He vaguely sensed that Song Yaoyao’s state was linked to his own, but he couldn’t delve deeper yet.

Song Yaoyao went limp and lay in his arms, lifting his lashes to look at him. He rolled his eyes, quietly observing his expression.

“It’s fine.” Xie Ningwan lowered his gaze to meet his and said, “As long as you’re not hurt, it’s fine.”

No matter what, it was fine.

As long as this Little Ghost didn’t leave him.

At the private hospital, Song Yaoyao changed into a soft, well-fitting patient gown and sat on the hospital bed. The doctor examined his body and applied medicine to his wrists and ankles.

Xie Ningwan stood by the window, making calls to follow up on the incident, his gaze always on Song Yaoyao.

“Alright, President Xie. Little Young Master has no other injuries. The abrasions on his ankles and wrists aren’t serious. The red marks will fade after a few days of ointment,” the doctor reported to Xie Ningwan.

“Good.” Xie Ningwan nodded, hung up, and walked over.

“Yaoyao, I have something to tell you.” After the medical staff left, Xie Ningwan sat on the bed’s edge and looked at Song Yaoyao seriously.

“What is it?”

It was the first time Xie Ningwan had called him by those two words. Song Yaoyao had been looking at his wrist but grew tense at the words, lifting his round eyes.

Xie Ningwan gently held his wrist and looked into his eyes, slowing his speech. “The kinship test results came out earlier. Song Huaichuan really is your brother.”

“…” Song Yaoyao’s eyes widened.

Xie Ningwan continued, “You’re the youngest son of the Song Family who went missing after falling into the water over a dozen years ago.”

Song Yaoyao’s mind kept buzzing, somewhat unable to believe it. He blinked and looked up at Xie Ningwan.

“Don’t be afraid.” Xie Ningwan hugged him and patted his back gently, soothing, “This is good news.”

“…Mm.” Song Yaoyao buried himself in his chest, clutching his clothes, his voice muffled.

Though he had a premonition before, learning part of the truth now still left him reeling. The System, transmigrating into the book, Xie Ningwan, the Song Family… what was really going on? Which part was real, and which world was the true one?

“It’s fine, take it slow.” Xie Ningwan patted his back, then placed his palm on the back of his head, stroking his soft hair. “No need to worry.”

He comforted, “The news hasn’t been fully released yet. Don’t worry. When you see President Song later, just act like before.”

Just as he finished speaking, footsteps and a knock sounded at the door.

“Come in.” Xie Ningwan turned his head.

“President Xie, Little Young Master.” Assistant Lei opened the door, greeted them first, then stepped aside to reveal Song Huaichuan at the door.

Song Huaichuan stood in the doorway, his gaze on Song Yaoyao. His eyes reddened in an instant.

He didn’t move for a long time. Though he had gotten along naturally and warmly with Song Yaoyao before, now that their relationship was confirmed, he felt hesitant like nearing one’s hometown and didn’t dare approach.