Fu Yanli felt like he was purely tormenting himself. He both dreaded hearing that Jiang Shunnian had already made close friends he clicked with, and worried that the boy wouldn’t make any friends and would end up lonely.
These complex brotherly and fatherly emotions were proving tricky even for Fu Yanli to handle.
Jiang Shunnian heard his question and answered obediently, “This morning, the teacher had us do self-introductions, and then we had music appreciation class. My desk mate is really nice and gave me chocolate, but she talks a lot. Some other classmates gave me dolls and snacks too, Brother. I didn’t prepare any gifts for them.”
Kids this age didn’t yet grasp social graces. Jiang Shunnian wasn’t blaming anyone—he was just innocently recounting what happened.
Fu Yanli fell silent for a moment. He’d deliberately not prepared any small gifts for Jiang Shunnian today, all for one simple reason: he was afraid the boy would be too popular.
But hearing Niannian say it like that still made Fu Yanli feel a pang of guilt. After a moment’s thought, he apologized, “Sorry, Brother was careless. I’ll prepare some for you tomorrow.”
Jiang Shunnian nodded with a soft “Mm-hmm,” then scampered over to his little backpack with pattering footsteps, waving for Fu Yanli to come over.
“What’s up?” Fu Yanli asked, puzzled.
“Brother.” Jiang Shunnian unzipped his small backpack, revealing the snacks and other gifts he’d just mentioned. “Brother, I haven’t eaten any of them.”
Fu Yanli instantly realized what was happening. He looked at Jiang Shunnian in disbelief, asking almost urgently, “Niannian, why didn’t you eat these snacks?”
Fu Yanli knew every one of Jiang Shunnian’s preferences, and there were plenty of his favorites in there.
Jiang Shunnian, oblivious to Fu Yanli’s emotions, answered honestly, “Because Brother doesn’t like it.”
The incident at the mall that day hadn’t just been noticed by Shen Lingyi—little Jiang Shunnian had picked up on his brother’s unusually possessive vibe with the instincts of a small beast. He knew Brother didn’t like him eating things from others, and he’d remembered it all this time.
Shen Lingyi thought Fu Yanli needed to change, but Jiang Shunnian chose to indulge him.
He didn’t even understand why. In his world, Brother came first—everything revolved around Brother’s feelings.
The five-year-old was already strikingly beautiful, with long, slightly curled lashes framing eyes as clear and trusting as polished black jade.
He had no idea he’d just said something lethal, nearly shattering the rationality of the brother he trusted so completely.
Fu Yanli’s possessiveness peaked in that moment. He even thought, with a hint of malice, Niannian, you walked into this willingly, so you have no chance of escaping.
“Niannian.” Fu Yanli pulled the child into his arms, confirming once more, “You like Brother the most in the whole world, right?”
“Yes! I like Brother the most!” Jiang Shunnian answered without hesitation.
Fu Yanli closed his eyes briefly, his heart swelling so full it left him lightheaded, almost euphoric.
Jiang Shunnian didn’t know it, but for someone with control issues and OCD, having someone perfectly attuned to his desires—someone he could completely dominate, who responded in kind—brought unimaginable pleasure.
“Niannian.” Fu Yanli held Jiang Shunnian close and, in a rare childish moment, rolled around on the bed with him. Jiang Shunnian giggled, his eyes crinkling into crescent moons.
Shen Lingyi soon noticed Fu Yanli’s subtle shift. His control over Jiang Shunnian eased—not only did he make up for the “meet-the-classmates” gifts, but when they ran into acquaintances out and about, he’d even proactively introduce who Jiang Shunnian should address them as.
When people praised Jiang Shunnian for being cute and well-behaved, Fu Yanli no longer gave them the cold shoulder like before. Instead, he beamed with pride.
Shen Lingyi marveled at the change while feeling heartwarming relief, thinking her son had finally normalized.
But in places she didn’t know about—like their undisturbed bedroom every night—Fu Yanli would always ask, “Do you like Brother the most today?”
Jiang Shunnian always gave an affirmative reply. Over time, he’d even learned to preempt it.
Fu Yanli’s favorite moments became those evenings after brushing their teeth, lying in bed together, listening to Jiang Shunnian’s sticky-sweet, utterly sincere “confessions.”
Jiang Shunnian made very good friends at school. They’d chat and play games during breaks, but every day at noon without fail, he’d head to Brother’s dorm to rest.
He was like a kite that had tied the string around itself—no matter how freely it soared outside, the other end remained firmly in Fu Yanli’s grasp.
Spring faded into autumn, seasons turned, time slipping away like fine sand in an hourglass.
Jiang Shunnian’s academic talent was average—Fu Yanli had known that for ages, but he didn’t mind. The Fu Corporation would be his to inherit someday; all Jiang Shunnian needed to do was collect dividends and live comfortably.
One night, Fu Yanli held the much bigger Jiang Shunnian as they slept deeply. Suddenly, he felt his body floating, transported to a misty, humid place. He vaguely heard water sounds and a soft, ambiguous chuckle that stirred the imagination.
But Fu Yanli stayed calm. He didn’t chase the voice to investigate the pool or feel lost. He even knew this was just a normal part of growing up.
He knew the chuckling figure in the pool was auto-generated by his mind at this milestone—no specific face. He didn’t need to look, but he still felt his body heating up in the haze, his breathing quickening slightly.
When the dream faded, Fu Yanli opened his eyes. He’d broken into a sweat, and there was… something off down below.
His first instinct was to check on Jiang Shunnian beside him, worried he’d moved in his sleep and woken the boy—that was one reason he’d restrained himself even in the dream; Jiang Shunnian slept too close.
But Jiang Shunnian slept like a little pig. In the glow of the nightlight, Fu Yanli saw him slumbering sweetly, utterly unaware that his brother had just had his first wet dream, marking the shift from boy to young man.
Fu Yanli slipped out of bed quietly, took a cool shower, changed clothes, and ran his soiled ones through separate washers and dryers. Every trace vanished.
The next morning, Jiang Shunnian woke in his brother’s arms as usual, nuzzling happily.
Now eight years old, he remained carefree, with no worries. Exams landed him in the top twenty of his class at best, but Mom, Dad, and Brother always showered him with encouragement and gifts afterward.
Sometimes Jiang Shunnian thought that even if he ranked dead last, Brother would still think he was amazing just for participating.
His family’s indulgence knew no bounds—good thing he had principles and hadn’t been spoiled rotten.
“Good morning, Brother!” His voice rang out crisp and full of energy.
“Morning, Niannian!” Fu Yanli replied, his voice deep and slightly hoarse.
Jiang Shunnian picked up on it keenly. “Brother, what’s wrong with your voice?”
And… had Brother changed into a new set of pajamas? He remembered pale gray last night, but now it was gray-blue?
“I’m fine.” Fu Yanli knew his voice change had hit too; he wasn’t fazed. “It’s puberty. You’ll get it when you grow up.”
Not just voice changes—you’ll have nights like last night too.
Jiang Shunnian nodded, worried. “Will it make you uncomfortable, Brother?”
He reached out to touch Fu Yanli’s throat, where a slight Adam’s apple was forming, just like Dad’s.
“It’s nothing.” Fu Yanli ruffled his hair. “Let’s get up.”
Fu Shizhang and Shen Lingyi noticed Fu Yanli’s changes too and asked after him. Once the boys headed to school, Shen Lingyi turned to Fu Shizhang. “Honey, Yanli’s voice is changing—he’s hitting puberty. Shouldn’t you talk to him about it?”
Boys entering adolescence often grew curious about the opposite sex—or same sex—due to bodily changes. They might act on it prematurely, stunting development or affecting their future.
Plenty of rich heirs started playing around in their teens, burning themselves out young. Shen Lingyi’s concern was valid.
The couple exchanged a glance, recalling their son’s aloof demeanor. Fu Shizhang felt a twinge of nerves.
He could already picture the haughty, mocking look Fu Yanli would give him—undermining any fatherly authority.
Which he barely had anyway.
“Honey, Yanli’s so smart—he probably knows already,” Fu Shizhang said, refusing to admit he was chickening out.
Shen Lingyi insisted, “Even if he does, we parents have a duty to guide him.”
Fu Shizhang’s heart shattered: “…”
Fine. He’d draft something when he had time.
Fu Yanli, unaware of his father’s plans, dropped Jiang Shunnian at his classroom as usual before heading to his own.
He hadn’t skipped grades, sticking with Jiang Shunnian, so he was now in sixth grade. Stepping into the classroom felt like entering a duck farm—boys in voice change sounded varying degrees of awful, cracking up the girls.
Fu Yanli’s voice was a bit hoarse too, but he rarely spoke and stayed aloof. Only Cheng Jingming greeted him warmly: “Old Fu.”
Cheng Jingming was changing too, words sparse. Fu Yanli nodded in response.
“You haven’t started yet?” Cheng Jingming whispered.
Seemed like Fu Yanli was the only one in class who hadn’t.
But that didn’t add up—Fu Yanli wasn’t the tallest, but top few. He should’ve started developing early. Was he delayed?
Fu Yanli didn’t reply.
Cheng Jingming, used to it, pressed on in his quacky voice, “Wanna get checked at the hospital sometime?”
“Noisy.” Fu Yanli finally snapped, two words.
Cheng Jingming’s eyes lit up. “Hey, Young Master Fu, congrats—welcome to the next stage of life.”
Fu Yanli shot him a cold glance; Cheng Jingming shut up.
But inwardly, he muttered: What about wet dreams? Bet he’s had those too. Wonder who—or what—Old Fu dreamed of.
Fu Yanli remained unaffected.
After school, Fu Yanli and Jiang Shunnian headed home. Shen Lingyi had prepared dinner rich in vitamins and protein—to protect Fu Yanli’s throat.
Fu Yanli knew her intentions and murmured a quiet “Thanks.”
Shen Lingyi smiled gently. “No need to be polite with me. But Niannian was so worried about you—he even texted me this afternoon to prep these.”
Fu Yanli’s gaze on Jiang Shunnian softened.
Jiang Shunnian flushed a bit, eyes clear and bright. “I just looked it up online. Didn’t do much.”
“Your thoughtfulness is enough, Niannian,” Shen Lingyi said with a grin.
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