Shen Leyuan lost his temper like never before.
Lin Yao didn’t dare lift his head or refute, waiting until the teacher paused to sip water before pitifully explaining, “He told me to…”
Shen Leyuan grew even angrier. “Whatever he tells you to do, you’ll do it? If he told you to get neutered, would you?”
Little Deer chimed in from the side, “Yeah, yeah~”
Shen Leyuan snapped, “You too—go stand in the corner and reflect on yourself!”
Little Deer instantly went deathly quiet.
Shen Leyuan turned his attention back to Lin Yao. “He doesn’t understand anything. Don’t you understand? If you really like him…”
“I don’t like him!” Lin Yao hurriedly refuted.
He regretted it deeply, cursing his own immaturity. He was already grown up, yet he’d insisted on clashing with that old fogey in a way that could only backfire. Back then, he’d always argued with the teacher and mocked him too.
“Fine, let’s say you don’t like him.”
Shen Leyuan made a downward pressing motion with his palm, cutting off Lin Yao’s rebuttal. He softened his tone and said seriously, “You’re the older brother. You understand shame, you’ve had a normal education…”
He had a lot he wanted to say, but in the end, he didn’t continue.
“Never mind.” Seeing the young man’s faintly unconvinced expression, he said gently, “If you want to keep auditing, then no more interrupting, okay?”
How is it just ‘never mind’?
Lin Yao panicked inwardly. He’d rather the teacher scold him like before.
But Shen Leyuan had already shifted his gaze to Little Deer, face stern. “I told you before—some things you can’t just look at casually. Now I’ll add: Physiological knowledge and sex ed can’t come from those smutty novels and porn videos. They might not even be accurate.”
Little Deer softly hummed an “Mm,” then asked expectantly, “If Little Deer wants to learn that stuff, will Teacher teach me?”
Shen Leyuan countered, “Do you imagine putting Teacher into those little movies you’ve watched?”
Little Deer’s gaze drifted, his face flushing as he avoided looking at him.
“You’re eighteen. You can learn about it. But you have fantasies about Teacher, so Teacher can’t teach you.” Shen Leyuan paused, then frowned. “And your brother can’t either—he has fantasies about you.”
Lin Yao muttered softly, “I don’t…”
It wasn’t guilt; he just feared speaking louder would get him kicked out.
Shen Leyuan ignored him, convinced he was just being stubborn. Lin Yao had hugged him like Little Deer before and nearly kissed him. If it had been this silly fawn on the bed then, who knows what might’ve happened.
No, that assumption doesn’t hold.
Shen Leyuan immediately thought: There are cameras everywhere in the villa, especially focused on Little Deer’s room. If it had been Little Deer on the bed, the big boss would’ve spotted it instantly and stopped it.
That said, had the big boss watched that day’s footage?
Belated embarrassment washed over him. Shen Leyuan mentally noted it against both father and son, his desire to keep his distance growing stronger.
The next few days, Shen Leyuan continued classes as usual.
He now focused on teaching Little Deer to curb his wild fantasies, swapping action flicks for wholesome daily life scenes. He’d thought it’d be tough, but Little Deer adapted smoothly, his face lighting up with dreamy anticipation at words like amusement parks or water parks.
I want to, I want to, I want to go out and play with Teacher so bad.
But I can’t.
Whenever that thought hit, Little Deer’s murderous intent toward his dad ticked up a notch.
Three days flew by. Shen Leyuan sent Hao Mingrui his work summary.
[Little Deer has excessive curiosity about “sex,” but it can be curbed; he has faint possessiveness toward me, but not too strong;]
[Little Deer can somewhat influence the bodyguards’ thoughts, but the ability is weak and harmless for now. Main goal seems to be leaving the villa for a taste of normal life.]
[If he maintains this during winter break—without stirring up the bodyguards’ dark thoughts or desires—I suggest indulging him a bit. I’ll take him traveling somewhere remote and sparsely populated.]
His summary was logged alongside Lin Yuan’s.
Lin Yuan’s included two observation reports plus an application stating he was no longer fit to monitor Shen Leyuan.
Hao Mingrui felt a headache coming on.
Handing this up would likely bring Di Junya over, but wouldn’t that play right into the “smutty novel” plot? Could it trigger that terrifying ending early?
He wanted to discuss it with Shen Leyuan but lacked the authority.
After agonizing, he poked Lin Yuan: [Why quit as Shen Leyuan’s monitor? Afraid he’ll cloud your judgment? Unnecessary, right?]
[The new one’s gonna be around him all day. You okay with that?]
Lin Yuan didn’t reply.
It was just business. The new monitor might not be around Shen Leyuan constantly—what was there to not accept?
He knocked on Shen Leyuan’s door, stating his work summary and handover request in a steady tone. “The new monitor won’t have full-time surveillance. They won’t intrude on you.”
“I’ll restrain my suspicions. No more watching your every minute.”
“Does this make me a bit more normal?”
Shen Leyuan, about to wash up for bed, felt all sleepiness vanish.
Any other time, the big boss would’ve thought this through. But showing up in the dead of night? Pure impulse. Shen Leyuan didn’t know what to say.
“You…” he asked dryly. “What do you want?”
Door half-open, he stood inside gazing at the big boss outside, forgetting to invite him in.
Lin Yuan rarely showed a bewildered look.
Shen Leyuan rephrased, “You were lenient with me before to keep me here for Little Deer; later, because I became your colleague. So what’s the reason now?”
“Are you granting my wish to get something from me?”
Lin Yuan fell silent.
Shen Leyuan panicked. Even the big boss finds this tough? What kind of major issue is it?
And he doubted the big boss would voluntarily relinquish oversight…
After a long pause, Lin Yuan murmured, “Nothing.”
“Hm?”
“Nothing I want from you,” Lin Yuan said. “I’ve reflected seriously. My control and voyeurism are overly intense. Sorry for troubling you. Making you angry wasn’t my intent.”
Frowning, he added, “My leniency toward you isn’t because of Little Deer.”
“I’ve felt strong affection for you since laying eyes on you first. I hoped you’d stay.”
Shen Leyuan: !!!
The hallway lights blazed bright enough for Shen Leyuan to clearly see the seriousness on the big boss’s face.
Does this man have any idea what he’s saying?
Slam! Shen Leyuan shut the door, covering his flushed, burning face. He gritted out through the door, “You’re not quite sober right now. Go sleep it off. We’ll talk tomorrow?”
The voice from outside seemed distant: “I’m not unclear-headed.”
Shen Leyuan yanked the door open, unleashing a burst of temper. “I thought I made it clear: We keep a polite professional distance. You stay stubborn and pigheaded; I’ll carry out my teaching plans. We’ll go our separate sunny paths!”
After the scolding, Lin Yuan looked even more bewildered.
This isn’t the right way to coax him either?
Shen Leyuan didn’t see it as coaxing at all—just baffling behavior from the big boss. Better the distant politeness of the past few days.
He didn’t know that very distance had forced Lin Yuan’s change.
Even during arguments or Shen Leyuan’s resignation threats, he’d never felt this intense fear of “he doesn’t want me anymore.” Anger proved he still cared; indifference meant total withdrawal.
So he’d reflected, pondered, and come to apologize at his door this night.
“Fine,” Lin Yuan nodded. “Carry out your teaching plan. I’ll cooperate.”
This! Is! About! The teaching plan?!
Why do you look aggrieved now?
Shen Leyuan fumed, at his limit. “Middle of the night—listen to yourself! What kind of nonsense is that?”
Lin Yuan frowned. “You won’t accept the apology?”
What does this have to do with apologies!
Deep breath. Shen Leyuan calmed, then softly repeated in a deadpan tone, “Since laying eyes on you first, I’ve felt strong affection.”
Lin Yuan’s mind boomed like an explosion.
In the room, the Little Dog finally slipped back into its body, letting out an unprecedented angry woof.
At the same time, Shen Leyuan’s irritated follow-up landed in the ears of man and dog alike: “Mr. Lin, normal people don’t call that an apology.”
Slam! He shut the door for good.
Lin Yuan: …
He pulled out his phone, ignoring Hao Mingrui’s prior messages, and summarized the exchange: [Why is he mad?]
Hao Mingrui: […]
Hao Mingrui: [How did I never notice my friend’s a total dimwit?]
Lin Yuan: [Be direct.]
He unsent and rephrased: [Please be direct.]
For that “please,” Hao Mingrui replied: [Normal humans call that a confession.]
No reply for ages.
Hao Mingrui couldn’t take it: [Ever considered your affection for him isn’t “anomalous”—just plain love at first sight?]
Lin Yuan: [I don’t believe in love at first sight.]
Hao Mingrui: …
He totally got Shen Leyuan’s frustration. Chatting with this stubborn mule? He’d smash his phone too.
Before more passive-aggressive sarcasm, a new message dropped.
Lin Yuan said: [Love at first sight is just lusting after a pretty face. But that day wasn’t my first time seeing that face—just first meeting “him.” If that’s love at first sight, what exactly did I fall for?]
He added: [This makes even less sense than liking Little Deer.]
That day in the monitoring room, the instant the youth’s gaze shifted from Little Deer, his eyes had instinctively followed.
If that’s not anomalous, what is?
Hao Mingrui knew he couldn’t sway Lin Yuan—and was nearly convinced himself.
Lacking confidence, he asked: [If you don’t trust him, think he’s a monster, what’s with this behavior now?]
Lin Yuan: [He’s not a monster.]
Lin Yuan: [I’m reflecting.]
Lin Yuan: [If I’m uninfected, handing over oversight is rational, normal; if infected, I shouldn’t monitor him anyway.]
It was logical. Hao Mingrui was convinced.
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