Shen Leyuan once again witnessed Lin Yao’s shamelessness.
The young man denied it righteously: “What I mean is, I want you to teach me.”
Fine. Shen Leyuan smiled and shook his head, waving at the two of them to go play while he rested first.
He couldn’t teach right now—even saying a few words left him drained.
Little Deer eyed his pale face with growing worry and refused to leave no matter what.
Lin Yao coaxed him a few times to no avail, then simply dragged him away: “You can’t get sick for him here. What if you catch it?”
Little Deer stopped struggling and trailed miserably after his brother, muttering under his breath.
“Teacher’s health is so poor—he got dizzy from just a light bite.”
“Little Deer’s mouth is so small, but the dog’s mouth is so big. It must’ve hurt a lot.”
“Teacher bled so much…”
He hadn’t even borne to bite, so why did that mangy dog get to sink its teeth in?
Lin Yao, on the other hand, was in high spirits. He mysteriously pulled out his phone: “Brother hoarded a ton of porn clips. The old man hasn’t confiscated them yet—wanna watch together?”
Little Deer perked up a bit, listlessly reaching out to take it.
But halfway there, he hesitated and pulled back: “Teacher said we can’t just watch this stuff…”
He even said anyone showing Little Deer this kind of thing is a bad person.
Lin Yao rolled his eyes: “Why’s he such a busybody, just like the old man? You’re eighteen now—you can watch. His words or mine?”
Whose words? Little Deer couldn’t decide.
His gaze fell on the phone, then slowly shifted to his brother’s arm, chest, Adam’s apple bobbing subtly.
Nineteen years old, straddling youth and boyhood, emotions and body both burning hot.
Lin Yao had inherited their father’s stellar genes—taller than Little Deer by a head and more, and knowing Little Deer’s taste for tender meat, he’d specially trained up a sturdy physique. His solid arms and the slight swell of pecs under his T-shirt radiated temptation.
If Little Deer wanted, he could indulge in all the kisses and hugs of his dreams—and taste even more.
Teacher’s teachings swirled in Lin Shilu’s mind, but brother smelled so good.
“I…” he hesitated.
“You can’t believe that dumbass tutor’s bullshit,” Lin Yao scoffed, seeing him waver. “He wants neither my money nor your body—what kinda good guy is that?”
The ones after neither money nor sex are the scariest—they’re after your life.
Little Deer’s eyes widened, snapping back from the lure of tender flesh: “Don’t you talk about Teacher like that!!!”
Lin Yao frowned: “What’d I even say? He’s just some shitty tutor. You never talked to me like this before—what mind-control potion did he feed you?”
Little Deer: “Teacher teaches Little Deer, Teacher’s good. You show Little Deer porn clips—you’re bad!”
Lin Yao laughed in anger: “Who was it begging me nonstop for this crap before, making me smuggle it in? How much face did I lose, how many beatings did I take for this shit—you know and now you call me bad? You fuckin’ playing me for a fool?”
Little Deer hung his head at that, mumbling tearfully: “You are bad…”
One cry from his little brother, and Lin Yao’s heart shattered.
He glared viciously at Little Deer for a moment but couldn’t bear seeing him cry. Lowering his pride, he coaxed: “Alright, alright, I’m not blaming you. Wanna watch or not?”
Little Deer sniffled: “Teacher says people who can’t go three sentences without cursing are awful. Brother, you’re so rude!”
Lin Yao’s freshly quelled anger flared right back up: “You fuckin’—”
Little Deer wailed louder: “I don’t wanna study with awful people! Teacher says you rub off on good or bad influences—being near you will make me bad!”
“Teacher, teacher, teacher—can’t go three sentences without teacher!” Lin Yao gnashed his teeth. “I knew he wasn’t a good guy. He’s got your soul hooked, and he has the nerve to call himself some singleism advocate!”
Little Deer’s ears perked at that. His loud sobs cut off abruptly, hiccuping: “What’s a singleism advocate?”
Lin Yao sneered: “Means he won’t marry or date.”
Heh, like hell.
Little Deer scrunched his face in thought, then his brows smoothed, breaking into a teary grin: “Then I’ll marry him!”
Lin Yao: ???
“You’ve got some nerve!” he exploded furiously. “How the hell’s that dog tutor seducing you? Old man won’t even rein it in?”
Little Deer’s cheeks puffed out indignantly: “Teacher didn’t seduce me!”
Then deflated: “But he seduced Dad…”
Lin Yao, who’d been raging enough to confront the dumbass tutor face-to-face, froze at that, soul damn near flying out: “He? Seducing our… seducing Dad?”
Talk about poking the tiger.
Little Deer teared up again: “Yeah, now he only listens to Dad.”
Before, Teacher only cared about Little Deer, eyes only on Little Deer—even glances at Dad were out of worry for Little Deer. Now it was different—always telling Little Deer this can’t do, that can’t do, stricter than Dad ever was.
And, and…
Little Deer whined super aggrieved: “And he gave my little cake to Dad! That was Little Deer’s—why share half with Dad?”
That it? Total misunderstanding on Little Deer’s part.
Lin Yao brushed it off: “So he gave it—big deal. Brother’ll buy you a bigger one. What flavor?”
“That’s not the same!” Little Deer got even madder: “Little Deer misses the big brother who bakes cakes. Teacher only cooked to coax Little Deer, so the little cake should’ve been completely Little Deer’s!”
Teacher’s too much, using Little Deer’s coaxing gift to coax Dad QAQ.
Lin Yao wasn’t listening at all, shoving the phone—open to food delivery—at Little Deer: “Here, pick whatever.”
Little Deer froze, then for some reason his grievance multiplied. With a sob, he smacked the phone away hard: “I said it’s not the same!”
The sharp crack hit Lin Yao like a blow to the heart. The young master had never endured such grievance—anyone else would’ve swung already. But who could he hit? His precious baby brother?
All the Fox Spirit’s fault!
Young Master Lin got a wicked idea—he’d pay that Fox Spirit a visit.
A few days later, with Dad out, he slipped into the sickroom and pinched the Fox Spirit’s chin, scrutinizing him closely.
Not exactly a knockout—eyes pretty, at best.
“Wait…” Shen Leyuan raised a hand in confusion.
Lin Yao grabbed his wrist with his other hand, mocking deliberately: “So ugly.”
Shen Leyuan’s expression turned odd: “I’m not super convenient right now. Can we chat next time?”
“Lin Family covers your food, clothes, lodging, everything—and no classes lately. Busy with what?” Lin Yao grew more irritated the longer he looked, cutting straight to it: “Spill—how’d you coax my wife? She’s saying I’m shit compared to you everywhere!”
Where was he shit compared to this dumbass tutor?
Little Deer smashed his phone and he hadn’t even gotten mad—patienced through a few more smashes!
Shen Leyuan sighed: “I. Am. Right. Now. Not. Convenient.”
“Now” emphasized.
Paper and pen lay on the bed—like he’d just been writing. Lin Yao picked it up: lesson plans for next week’s classes on Little Deer’s social skills, with role-play scenarios involving Lin Yao too.
“Give it a rest.” Lin Yao tsked disdainfully: “Teaching that might as well teach him not to be such a flirt—don’t bite the bowl and eye the pot.”
“I’ll teach it.” Shen Leyuan snatched the paper back, scribbling quickly while trying to shoo him: “If nothing else, please leave?”
Lin Yao swiped the pen, dripping sarcasm: “Nothing else? Isn’t this me here to learn seduction tricks from you? Thought you were after the little one—turns out the old one’s on the menu too. My stone-faced Dad only smiles at you.”
No wonder the old man eased up on Little Deer—someone else in his heart now.
Shen Leyuan blanked.
What the hell—like me and the big boss are that ambiguous.
Topic too risky. He swallowed his knee-jerk explanation, steering away: “You’re hilarious, classmate. How about we talk studies? Curious about your abroad life—might adjust future lessons based on it.”
He blinked rapidly at Lin Yao.
Lin Yao paused, then scowled harder, tone laced with outrage: “No way, Teacher—you after me too?”
Shen Leyuan: ???
I’d have to be insane to seduce a thick-headed dumbass like you!
Deep breath. Shen Leyuan snatched the pen back, scribbling furiously.
At the same time, he said sternly and angrily: “One more time: I’m a singleism advocate. No plans to date anyone. Stop projecting malice onto me—you know you look like a rutting wild boar right now?”
Lin Yao bristled: “You fuckin’—”
Before he finished, a paper shoved in his face: Your dad’s listening.
Seeing the brash kid stiffen, Shen Leyuan sighed deeply, writing more: You can pretend I pissed you off and storm out.
Sigh, this kid’s so dense, zero street smarts.
Lin Yao went ice-cold.
Mouth still scoffed, but Dad’s shadow loomed.
But what galled him most right now—
Why wasn’t the dumb kid moving?
Shen Leyuan nudged him, yelling deliberately: “Charging in brainless—wrong to call you a rutting wild boar? Huh?”
The youth cursed aloud but eyed him with pity, like a kid who’d fucked up.
Shame flooded him. Lin Yao knew he should leave quietly, but his legs wouldn’t budge, mouth running away: “Don’t need your fake pity. So what if the old guy’s listening? I scared of him?”
Full disdain act, but hands trembled faintly.
Shen Leyuan frowned, half-covering the earpiece to placate: “You misheard… No, not what I meant. Just think you both need to cool off… No no, I’m not delirious…”
Conference room.
The chairman was in a foul mood; everyone buried in fake work, not daring to glance at that stormy handsome face. Minds raced with wild guesses, all boiling down to curiosity.
Who had the balls to call the chairman mid-meeting? Voice softening, tone gentle—even smiling faintly.
And who dared defy him?
Lin Yuan, rebuffed several times, voice icing over: “Last time: give him the earpiece.”
Fine, big and little both stubborn asses.
Shen Leyuan passed the earpiece—then felt it wouldn’t do; they’d brawl and he couldn’t mediate. He switched to speaker.
“Lin Yao,” the big boss’s voice stayed even: “I’ve said it—your feelings for Little Deer aren’t normal.”
Boss really meant well for Lin Yao, sending him abroad and all.
But talking to a teen like this wouldn’t fly.
Sure enough, as the thought crossed his mind, Shen Leyuan heard Lin Yao’s scoff: “Save it—like your feelings for me, for Little Deer are normal!”
Shen Leyuan scribbled: Calm down—let me talk to him?
Lin Yao: “Fuck off—just half a month here and you’ve hooked old and young. You’re no saint either!”
Shen Leyuan flopped back powerlessly and pulled the blanket over his head.
Felt like back at his first job: parent-teacher conference where the jock kid and burly dad scrapped, desks flipping everywhere. Him crying, yanking left then right—couldn’t stop shit.
Good thing decades of grinding made him a seasoned homeroom teacher now. Nothing shook his calm.
He went full corpse mode. Whatever.
Next instant, Lin Yao bellowed: “If you’re man enough, kill me! Can’t? Then watch me marry Little Deer!”
Lin Yuan’s voice flat: “Go take your punishment—or bodyguard drags you.”
Keywords hit.
Shen Leyuan jolted up from death’s door, snatching the phone: “Don’t punish the kid physically!”
Air went dead silent a beat—then father and son chorused:
Lin Yuan: “Then punish you?”
Lin Yao: “Who the fuck’s your kid!”
Shen Leyuan rubbed his throbbing temple, ignoring Lin Yao to coax warmly into the phone: “Mr. Lin, communication goes both ways…”
Little Deer got whipped for punishment—what about Lin Yao?
Gotta stop it anyway.
Amid the chaos, a fierce glare pinned him. Lin Yao snarled: “I’ll go myself—no need your yapping!”
He slammed out, door booming.
Big boss side went quiet—no comment. Shen Leyuan could feel the calm laced with mockery through the screen—like waiting for accusations, blame. Or like he didn’t give a shit.
Whole family’s nuts.
He let out a soft sigh and picked up from his previous half-sentence: “Communication goes both ways. Young Master Lin is right in the middle of his most emotionally unstable puberty phase…”
Lin Yuan’s face remained expressionless: So what? Should I just give in to him?
Shen Leyuan replied, “So, it might be appropriate to implement some… punishment measures.”
Lin Yuan was momentarily taken aback.
The voice on the other end came slowly, as if carefully choosing its words: “After spending these past few days with Little Deer and Young Master Lin, I can see they each have their own unique traits. As a single parent raising two such children, it must be very hard, very exhausting, very draining for you.”
“You’ve raised Little Deer so well and so obediently. Lin Yao is also… very healthy and lively. You’ve fulfilled your responsibilities and duties as a father. In my teaching career, you’re in the top tier of high-quality parents.”
“…I understand your anger and sadness. Lin Yao was indeed out of line—bad temper, no respect for others, major issues with his personality and how he interacts with people. He needs correction.”
“But,” the young man laid his cards on the table, “sometimes corporal punishment can backfire and not achieve the effect you’re aiming for. Why not try a different approach? Like cutting his allowance, limiting his time with Little Deer, combined with criticism and persuasive education.”
He paused, then asked gently, “What do you think?”
Lin Yuan fell silent.
He felt like the young man was coaxing him like a child.
All that talk of understanding him, getting his anger and sadness, praising him as responsible—a pile of flattery piled on.
But was he angry? Sad? Responsible?
None of that.
Still, being coaxed like a child was better than suspicion and accusations, better than being called an old pervert to his face.
Whatever.
Three words came from the phone: “Up to you.”
Beep—
The familiar big boss-style abrupt hang-up—probably pissed off and done talking to him.
Shen Leyuan shook his head helplessly, then felt a bit like laughing: When he’s mad, he just hangs up at most. That whole Black Dog punishment thing was just a misunderstanding. From this angle, the big boss is kinda cute.
Once the amusement faded, he started worrying again: The big boss wouldn’t discuss corporal punishment with him, and Lin Yao sure as hell wouldn’t tell him the truth.
He opened Blush Boy’s WeChat on his phone, typed a few words, then deleted them: I already put her in a tough spot last time. Can’t keep dragging her into this.
Who to ask, then?
A few minutes later, he knocked on Little Deer’s door: “You there?”
It’s Teacher!!!
Lin Shilu practically leaped up. His hand was already on the doorknob when he remembered what was on the bed. He hurriedly turned back to hide the teacher’s clothes and notebook, flustered as he called out, “I-I just woke up, Teacher, wait a sec!”
The room was in total chaos—heaven knows what he was doing.
After a while, the door finally cracked open from inside, revealing a soft and cute boy with messy hair. Those pretty eyes brimmed with joy, his cat-like lips curving into a shy arc: “Good morning, Teacher~”
So happy. This is the first time Teacher’s come to play with Little Deer when there’s no class!
He pulled out a chair and set down the new Cat Paw Cushion, then rummaged for drinks and snacks, piling them into a mountain on the table. Only then did Little Deer obediently sit beside it, buzzing with excitement as he waited for Teacher to speak.
I like Teacher. Like Teacher the most. Teacher looks good doing anything!
He opened the orange juice and handed it over, his eyes and heart full of nothing but Teacher. I wonder what Teacher wants to tell me? Is he gonna play games with me? Will he take me out to have fun?
Shen Leyuan took the orange juice and asked warmly, “Why didn’t Little Deer play with your brother today?”
Little Deer blinked, frowning slightly: “Didn’t want to.”
“Why not?” Shen Leyuan guided him patiently with non-leading questions: “What did your brother play with you these past few days?”
Little Deer obediently counted on his fingers: “Ate yummy food, played fun stuff, cursed out Dad together…”
Shen Leyuan’s mouth twitched. First, he corrected the bad behavior: “Talking bad about Dad behind his back is no good, Little Deer. Don’t learn that from your brother.”
Then he probed further: “Did your brother use to act like this before?”
Before…
Little Deer thought back in confusion. It seemed no different from now—always telling Little Deer he liked him, sticking close even when punished, spending all day together, wanting Little Deer to be his wife.
Back then, he’d really liked his brother.
But when did he start disliking a brother like that?
Teacher’s voice interrupted his memories, laced with subtle urgency and worry: “Did he get punished for it back then? What kind of punishment? The same as yours?”
Huh? These questions…
Little Deer tilted his head and looked at the young man with worry in his eyes.
“Teacher.”
Softly, slowly, puzzled, he asked: “You’re right here with Little Deer—why do you keep asking about other people?”
