WTDWPK Chapter 52

Although the two had been in a relationship for a while—and kissing and touching had become a regular thing, with Fu Yuqian even deliberately preparing for the real deal, and Song Yu gradually finding joy in their intimacy—when it came down to the critical moment, Song Yu still got nervous. He immediately struggled:

“You, you, you—wait a bit, don’t rush.”

Fu Yuqian was in excellent shape, strong arms with firm muscles. He held Song Yu easily, suppressing his resistance, and placed him directly into the bathtub. Looking down from above, his gaze was undisguisedly possessive, tracing inch by inch over Song Yu’s delicate face. His voice was husky:

“Xiaoyu, I’ve waited for you for more than three years. Have mercy on me.”

That voice was too seductive, too magnetic, making Song Yu’s face instantly flush. It wasn’t that he was unwilling—after all, Fu Yuqian was quite skilled… no, that wasn’t it. He loved Fu Yuqian too. In a relationship, sooner or later they would reach this step. Song Yu had even been privately preparing himself. Looking at Fu Yuqian’s suppressed desire, Song Yu’s heart softened, and he gave a small nod:

“Then… be gentle.”

He still felt Fu Yuqian’s gaze was a little intimidating, but chose to trust him anyway.

Fu Yuqian smiled softly, lowered his head to kiss him, whispering against his lips:

“Don’t worry, baby. It’ll feel good.”

Song Yu closed his eyes, arms wrapped around Fu Yuqian’s neck, and did his best to respond.

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His Majesty visited Fu Yuqian’s place for the first time. Yiyi proudly showed off his cat nest:

“Your Majesty, look! This whole wall of cat trees was set up by my servant just for me. We can run all over it, meow~”

“Mm.” His Majesty had once had an owner too, but later the family fell on hard times and had no choice but to give him away. He’d lived a comfortable life before, but even then he never had an entire cat room like this. He felt a little envious.

Yiyi, now sly as a little fox, immediately noticed the envy in His Majesty’s eyes and leaned over to groom him, mewing in comfort:

“Your Majesty, you’re Daddy’s cat now. All the servant’s money is managed by Daddy, so actually this cat room belongs to Your Majesty, meow. So… may I play in Your Majesty’s cat room?”

“Yiyi.” His Majesty’s voice deepened as he pounced on Yiyi with enthusiasm, licking his pink nose and mouth. “I like you.”

Yiyi responded even more warmly: “I like Your Majesty the most, meow!”

The two cats were in their honeymoon phase, feelings rising quickly. Just as they were about to begin, their ears twitched—they caught the sound from the next room.

“Eh? Daddy and the servant are mating too, meow.” Yiyi’s eyes went wide as he peered at the opposite room through the door.

His Majesty turned to look as well, stirred by the noise, pressing Yiyi down with his paw and gently biting the scruff of his neck.

Soon, Yiyi couldn’t even care about Song Yu and Fu Yuqian anymore, fully occupied with His Majesty.

For cats, the time is usually short, but His Majesty already lasted long compared to others of his kind—eighteen whole minutes. Yet after he and Yiyi finished three times, the sounds from the other room still hadn’t stopped.

Lying exhausted on His Majesty’s broad body, Yiyi mewed: “Why isn’t Daddy done yet? Daddy sounds so pitiful… he must be bullied badly by the servant, meow.”

“Take a nap. Maybe by the time you wake up, it’ll be over,” His Majesty soothed, gently grooming Yiyi’s fur.

Yiyi quickly dozed off, His Majesty resting beside him. But when the two cats woke again, the noises continued… Yiyi was so hungry he swished his tail and padded outside, meowing at the door:

“Daddy, are you two done yet? His Majesty and I are hungry, meow.”

Song Yu’s entire body was flushed pink, stunningly beautiful yet trembling all over, sprawled on crimson silk sheets. He was so drained he couldn’t lift even a finger, his voice hoarse:

“Get out… Yiyi… Yiyi, save me…”

But Fu Yuqian had locked the door long ago. His Majesty and Yiyi scratched helplessly for a while, then gave up and left—they’d fill their stomachs first, then come back to rescue Daddy!

Fu Yuqian bent down to kiss Song Yu’s eyes, his muscular body sheened with sweat. “Baby, don’t you feel good?”

Well, it did feel good… but Song Yu bitterly regretted it. What’s it like when someone abstinent for over three years finally indulges? Thanks for asking—he’d rather not answer.

Song Yu, resigned, flopped back with dead-fish eyes: “If you screw me to death, you won’t have a boyfriend anymore.”

Fu Yuqian chuckled lowly, finally letting him go. He clasped Song Yu’s fingers, intertwining them. “Last time.”

“Ugh…”

By the time they actually finished, it was already 4 p.m. They had been at it for five whole hours.

Five hours. This beast.

Song Yu, trembling, pointed at Fu Yuqian. “If I ever trust you again, I’m a pig.”

Knowing he was at fault, Fu Yuqian quickly cooked, carried the food over, and fed Song Yu with eager contrition. “It’s all my fault, Xiaoyu, don’t be mad. Next time, you can be on top, okay?”

Song Yu swallowed the last spoonful of soup and asked: “Give me Jiaye’s number.”

“Hm?” Fu Yuqian quickly ate a bite of vinegar. “What do you want his number for?”

“I want to turn back into a cat!” Song Yu was so exhausted his IQ had dropped offline.

Fu Yuqian pointed out: “But Yiyi already has His Majesty now.”

Song Yu’s vision went black—he nearly dropped dead on the spot.

After eating, Fu Yuqian changed the bedding. Song Yu immediately kicked him out, collapsed, and fell asleep in less than ten seconds.

But even in his dreams, it felt like Fu Yuqian was tormenting him. He woke almost in tears, only to find Fu Yuqian lying right beside him. Furious, he kicked him—only to tug at his sore back and hiss in pain.

“Still hurting?” Fu Yuqian massaged his waist. “I applied medicine for you—had a traditional doctor make it specially. It’s very good for your body.”

Song Yu gaped. He actually went to a traditional doctor! Why hadn’t the doctor kicked him out? Still, the cool relief at his waist, the swelling gone—it was miraculous. “Don’t act all caring. I’m never agreeing to this again!”

“Alright, alright. We won’t do it anymore.” Fu Yuqian was completely compliant now.

Song Yu bit down on his collarbone in anger. Fu Yuqian let him, even asking if he wanted to leave a lifelong mark.

At that, Song Yu stopped—actors often had to show collarbones or go shirtless on set, and a mark would be too obvious. He wasn’t actually furious, and truthfully, if it were kept under an hour, he didn’t mind much. Who knew this marathon runner could keep going for five hours? It was a miracle he hadn’t been done to death.

As if reading his thoughts, Fu Yuqian murmured: “It was my first time too, I didn’t control the timing. It won’t happen again, trust me, hm?”

“Impossible. You have no credibility left with me,” Song Yu said coldly. “We’ll just stay platonic for life.”

The moment Fu Yuqian heard the words “for life,” his heart melted. Just earlier, he had worried Song Yu might break up with him out of anger—after all, he had gone too far. But instead of claws tearing at him or at their relationship, Song Yu had only extended them without harm, showing how much he truly cherished him.

The more time Fu Yuqian spent with Song Yu, the deeper his fascination grew. He only wanted to spoil him for a lifetime.

Song Yu’s young body—or maybe the traditional doctor’s medicine—recovered quickly. After just a little over a day of rest, he was lively again. With his strength back, Song Yu immediately switched into workaholic mode, dragging Yin Lang around daily for variety shows, schedules, endorsements, and commercials—completely tossing Fu Yuqian aside.

The historical drama he had taken on wouldn’t start filming until the second half of the year. Preparations were underway, and after reading the script, Song Yu was deeply impressed by the writer’s skill—just from the text, he could picture the grand prosperity of Tang Dynasty envoys from all nations paying tribute.

It was said that the investment for costumes, props, and sets alone was three hundred million. Because of that, though the script was finished, it had been shelved for lack of investors. Song Yu had originally wanted to invest a little himself, but being short on funds, he could only put in five million. Fu Yuqian, upon learning of this, quietly added fifty million more.

Huacan’s contract with Song Yu was quite relaxed. One special clause gave him the right to choose the products he endorsed. To reassure fans they were getting good things, Song Yu, who was highly knowledgeable about cosmetics, could have easily become a beauty influencer even without being a star. But now, his skin was so flawless he barely needed products—no dark circles even when working nonstop, much to Yin Lang’s envy.

So Song Yu would do Yin Lang’s makeup instead. Since it was spring, he gave Yin Lang a peach blossom look, then—before Yin Lang could react—snapped a photo.

Yin Lang already had good looks, not as dazzling as Fu Yuqian or Song Yu, but still a handsome type among ordinary people. With Song Yu’s skill, his made-up face could easily debut.

Yin Lang was quite satisfied, checking himself out in the mirror over and over, even wanting to ask Song Yu if he could help advertise for marriage when he posted on Weibo. Watching Fu Yuqian and Song Yu stuck together all day had gotten to him.

Song Yu himself thought the makeup was excellent, so he uploaded it to Weibo along with a detailed tutorial—very thoughtful. Some fans even shared their own peach blossom looks, and one girl found a boyfriend because of it.

Seeing that highly-liked comment, Song Yu smiled and replied: Wishing you a lifetime of happiness.

The couple, both his fans, were so moved they joked about getting their marriage license that very day.

But soon fans started asking why Song Yu hadn’t interacted with Fu Yuqian lately—the Pisces girls were “wilting.”

After filming wrapped, both got busy. Fu Yuqian would be joining a set in June, but April and May were for album and concert prep. Their schedules didn’t overlap at all. In half a month, they’d only met twice, never overnight. They did talk on the phone, but never long—rest was important.

Song Yu couldn’t help missing him, even recalling their first time together.

Time really did soften memories. In just half a month, he had nearly forgotten the vow of “never again” he’d sworn afterward, remembering only the overwhelming pleasure.

The Tyrant’s Beloved Pet was in post-production, needing at least two months, aiming for a summer release. It was still early, and the Pisces girls had no new “sugar.” Hungry for content, they wailed—they hadn’t cherished the flood of sweetness when it was there, who would’ve thought there’d be none now?

Even solo fans felt odd. After being brainwashed by all that sugar, they too found Fu Yuqian and Song Yu visually pleasing together. Now with each busy alone, it felt strangely lonely.

Still, Song Yu resisted replying. In another week, he’d finally have a three-day break—enough to rehearse dances with Fu Yuqian and then appear together on stage, surprising the Pisces fans.

At the end of April, the country passed a new Marriage Law, adding a chapter legalizing same-sex marriage, effective May 1. The whole nation buzzed with discussion. Some fans publicly came out on Weibo, and one veteran film emperor immediately registered with his partner of fifteen years, posting their marriage certificate.

Everyone sent blessings. The Weibo post got over fifty thousand comments in a flash and hit the hot search. Song Yu admired this senior very much—many of the films Fu Yuqian had recommended for him to study were this man’s works. Deeply devoted, skilled, decorated, and now married to his longtime lover, he was the definition of a life winner.

Song Yu V: Congratulations to senior and your beloved on your marriage. Wishing you happiness forever.

Fans quickly boosted his comment to the top, teasing: Gege, now you can get married too. We’ll pool the 9 yuan for your marriage certificate with Fu Yuqian, you know what we mean!

Some solo fans panicked, afraid he’d post his marriage certificate with Fu Yuqian the very next day. They rushed to reply: Gege, you’re not even of legal age yet!! Don’t break the law!

Pisces girls: Crap, we forgot about that!!

Song Yu laughed at the comments, but the next moment, Fu Yuqian’s reply appeared.

Fu Yuqian V: Congratulations to senior and your beloved on your marriage. Wishing you happiness forever. Soaking in your joy~ [/shy]

The Pisces girls were floored.

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Author’s note:
Recommending a great novel: After Secretly Marrying My Rival, the Top-Tier Idol by Yurunyan. Interested cuties, go check it out~

Synopsis:

As a traffic idol, Mu Nan’s biggest dream was to sing the hottest songs, act in the hottest dramas, and land a man with an eight-pack.

But before he got his man, a marriage contract fell from the sky—and the other party was none other than his longtime nemesis, Cheng Han.

The media sensed something odd and interviewed them separately.

Mu Nan gritted his teeth: I’m straight! I’d never do gay stuff!

Cheng Han just tossed out four words: No smoke without fire.

Later, a scoop broke: Mu Nan and Cheng Han passionately kissing in a car for two hours.

Onlookers: So you weren’t rivals, but a real couple?!

Fans: What happened to “no smoke without fire”?

Mu Nan leapt up in denial: It’s not me! I didn’t! Don’t talk nonsense!

Cheng Han then posted a screenshot from a modern idiom dictionary:

“No smoke without fire: a metaphor meaning that rumors always have a basis.”

Fans: ??? Are you kidding me?

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