DFYMHGFS Chapter 90

90 – The exhausted teenager didn’t toss and turn at all. He stayed snuggled in the man’s arms, perfectly still.

An Xing stared silently at the figure before him, feeling for the first time that his Chen Ge seemed rather useless.

Seriously, with him around, why would he need to exercise before bed?

On such a cold night, wouldn’t it be better to just cuddle while watching a movie and do something fun?

The teenager’s resistance was painfully obvious, making Lu Tianchen want to laugh for some reason. He fought hard to suppress it.

“It’s winter. Exercising will improve your sleep quality, and it’s genuinely fun. Don’t you want to try?”

“…”

An Xing silently studied the man’s earnest expression for a few moments before snorting.

“Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

It was just exercise. Though he disliked moving, since Chen ge insisted, accompanying him was no big deal.

When An Xing returned in workout gear, Lu Tianchen had already started warming up. Turning at the sound, he paused in surprise.

The youth wore a tank top and athletic shorts—perfect for the heated room. His exposed arms and legs gleamed like pearls under the indoor light.

A headband pulled his curls back, revealing a smooth, full forehead. This sporty look amplified his youthful charm, and his almond-shaped eyes met his gaze with an innocent yet mischievous glint.

“Chen ge, come teach me! What warm-up exercises should I do before starting?”

Lu Tianchen: …

The teenager’s outfit was actually quite ordinary, revealing nothing inappropriate, the athletic shorts fit perfectly, and the tank top wasn’t overly baggy.

Yet this stark contrast to his usual style made Lu Tianchen’s heartbeat quicken.

Suddenly, he felt like inviting the young man to exercise together was like shooting himself in the foot.

“Chen ge, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you talking? Let’s have fun exercising together!”

On the other side, the young man tilted his round little face up, continuing his teasing with a cheeky grin. Lu Tianchen sighed deeply, deciding to withdraw the extra year-end bonus he’d planned for Secretary Dong.

He forced himself to stay calm as he approached, careful not to get too close to An Xing. Keeping a two-meter distance, he instructed the boy on warm-up exercises.

An Xing’s claim that he didn’t know how to warm up was clearly meant to tease Lu Tianchen. Though he disliked exercise, he wasn’t completely sedentary. Seeing the man keep such a distance, the boy’s eyes twinkled mischievously as he began to play tricks.

“Chen gege, come see! Is this how I stretch my thighs? I feel like I’m not stretching deep enough. Teach me!”

“Chen gege, Chen gege! Is this how I twist my waist? Won’t I really strain it if I don’t know what I’m doing?”

“Chen gege, did I lift my arms high enough? It just doesn’t feel like it’s enough!”

Lu Tianchen’s face remained impassive. He’d just said they’d stop for today when the little fool protested, insisting his enthusiasm was sky-high and he absolutely had to work out. Lu Tianchen was tempted to forcibly stop him, but the moment he approached, the boy jumped back warily, glaring at him.

What could Lu Tianchen do? Of course, he gave in to the little rascal and obediently joined him for a warm-up.

By the time they finished, Lu Tianchen felt thoroughly warmed up. As for what An Xing thought? Who knew?

The little rascal stood nearby, hands on his hips. His round face flushed slightly, eyes glistening with excitement, and he looked utterly serious.

“What’s next, Chen Ge? You were right, exercise is really fun!”

Lu Tianchen: …

He finally understood what it meant to shoot himself in the foot.

Though he’d only meant to tease Lu Tianchen, An Xing hadn’t exercised in ages. After the warm-up and twenty minutes on the treadmill, he was already panting heavily. Slowing to a walk, he adjusted his breathing while grumbling to the man behind him.

“I’m exhausted, Chen Ge. Let’s call it a day for exercise. I’m sure I’ll sleep like a log tonight!”

Lu Tianchen, who was lifting weights, sighed with a touch of resignation. But since An Xing didn’t want to train anymore, there was no point in torturing himself either.

“Walk a bit longer. I’ll help you stretch, then you can go shower.”

A muffled “Okay” came from the treadmill. Several minutes later, Lu Tianchen heard the treadmill stop and turned to guide him through stretches.

The moment he turned around, Lu Tianchen sensed trouble.

The teenager, freshly worked out, was drenched in sweat, his face flushed crimson, his breathing uneven. The sight made Lu Tianchen’s breath catch in his throat.

Lu Tianchen quickly looked away, but in the next instant, a warm body pressed close. The young man’s voice sounded mischievously.

“Chen gege, why aren’t you looking at me? Come teach me how to stretch!”

The man took a deep breath and turned around just as the boy threw himself into his arms, clinging to him like glue.

“Let’s take a bath together!”

Feeling the man’s body suddenly stiffen, An Xing felt smug. He lifted his head, about to tease him some more, but the next second, he was trapped by strong arms. Then, a barrage of scorching kisses rained down on him.

This kiss was nothing like the tender pecks of the past—it was overwhelmingly intense. The moment his lips were captured, An Xing felt as if the man had seized his entire being. He was pinned like a hunted animal, utterly powerless to resist, with no escape in sight.

He was forced to lean back, instinctively trying to dodge but held down by a firm grip on his waist. There was nowhere to hide. The assault of lips and tongue left him unable to make any sound beyond muffled protests. As he stumbled backward, the man pressed forward, pinning him against the wall.

When the kiss finally ended, the boy’s lips were crimson, glistening with moisture.

“Still want to bathe together?” the man asked hoarsely. “If we do, you can’t regret it.”

The youth stared blankly at the man, feeling that trembling sensation from the kiss—strange and frightening, yet inexplicably stirring a desire within him. Hearing the man’s words, he snorted.

“Who… who’s going to regret it!” The young man lifted his chin, putting on a brave front despite his fluttering heart. “It’s just bathing together! Let’s go!”

The man chuckled softly, his deep voice carrying an unmistakable hoarseness.

An Xing’s ears twitched, a strange shiver running down his spine.

“Very well, we’ll bathe together.”

*

When Lu Tianchen emerged from the bathroom, An Xing had already burrowed into the quilt, curled up like an exquisite little dumpling.

The unexpected willingness of the youth to share a bed with him softened the man’s gaze even further.

Though they had not gone all the way just now, the feeling of intimate contact with his beloved was simply too wonderful. He walked over, pulled back the covers, climbed into bed, and pulled the other person into his embrace.

“Don’t hug me! Get off! My arm hurts!”

An Xing instantly exploded like a little cat being picked up against its will—whining and scratching with its claws. Only now, the youth was kicking wildly.

Lu Tianchen effortlessly subdued the furball, planting a kiss on the boy’s forehead.

“Xingxing, I like you.”

“……”

An Xing buried his face in the man’s chest, flushing bright red as he gave up struggling in resignation.

It wasn’t that he lacked willpower—it was simply that the man’s charm was too tempting. Chen gege was playing dirty!

That night, the exhausted teenager didn’t toss and turn at all. He stayed snuggled in the man’s arms, perfectly still.

After sleeping soundly until dawn, Lu Tianchen decided he’d have to give Secretary Dong a bigger red envelope this year. He carefully slipped out of bed, quietly washed up, changed clothes, and prepared breakfast for both of them.

An Xing awoke from an unspeakable dream about last night’s bathroom scene. He sat frozen in bed for a moment before leaping up with a startled yelp and dashing into the bathroom.

“Xingxing, breakfast is ready.”

When Lu Tianchen opened the door, the young man he’d thought was still asleep stood by the bed, frantically scratching at the mattress. Spotting him about to enter, the young man flung himself onto the bed in alarm, ears twitching as he eyed him warily.

“…What are you doing?”

Lu Tianchen was puzzled. He didn’t recall the little fool having a destructive nature.

“Get out! Get out! Get out! Don’t come near me!”

The reply came in a voice that sounded on the verge of collapse.

Lu Tianchen grew even more confused, tinged with concern. He took a few steps forward. Then he found himself face-to-face with the young man, whose cheeks flushed all the way to his neck, his entire body resembling a perfectly cooked shrimp.

Beneath him lay a half-torn bedsheet.

Lu Tianchen suddenly understood.

The man couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Meeting the young man’s embarrassed and angry gaze, he stepped forward, swept him up, and fell onto the mattress, planting a kiss on the back of his neck.

“Good boy, Xingxing.”

He placed the feigning-death youth aside, stripped off the bedsheet himself, and carried it along with the duvet cover to the bathroom before returning.

The youth remained buried in the pillows, still pretending to be dead.

“Want some egg pancakes?” The man ruffled the youth’s hair.

“…Yes!”

An Xing gritted his teeth as he climbed up, snarling.

“I want two!”

*

Xiao Yi sent the Xiao family’s illegitimate son to prison. The illegitimate son later implicated Tan Xiu’s younger brother, Tan Zhi. With the New Year approaching, these two found themselves behind bars.

The most amusing part was that the two turned on each other inside prison.

The bastard son claimed he knew nothing, insisting Tan Zhi had acted alone. Tan Zhi countered that the bastard son had tricked him into the test drive, compelling him to tamper with the brakes. He argued he had no conflict of interest with the Xiao family and thus no motive for harm.

Both desperately tried to pin the blame on the other, with Tan Zhi currently holding the upper hand—after all, he had the Tan family backing him. Though the Tan family had declined since Tan Xiu’s generation, and the younger generation showed little promise, a starving camel still outstrips a horse. There was room to maneuver.

Upon hearing the news, An Zhaoming gave a cold snort.

He held no real grudge against the Tan family—they were in-laws, after all. Plus, An Zhaoyuan was his younger brother, and he’d once shown the Tans some favor.

Yet inexplicably, ever since learning Tan Zhi had nearly caused Xiao Yi’s car accident, An Zhaoming felt a sudden, inexplicable loathing for Tan Zhi.

This feeling was as if Tan Zhi had stolen something precious from him.

He grew to despise Tan Zhi, wanting nothing more than to see him held accountable.

Naturally, An Zhaoming would not interfere with the judicial process. Instead, he kept An Rong close to mentor him while suddenly launching an attack against Weiqing Jewelry.

When Weiqing Jewelry first started, it plagiarized designs from many unknown small-time designers. Given the current gaps in domestic intellectual property protection, it’s no easy task for these designers to sue Weiqing Jewelry.

But this time, An Ning Jewelry provided both funding and manpower to bring these designers together. Soon, Weiqing Jewelry found itself facing a public relations crisis. Multiple products were forced off the shelves, and the company faced hefty compensation claims from the designers.

Within a very short time, Weiqing Jewelry’s cash flow began to falter. The Tan family was unable to provide support, and Tan Zhi was in prison. The situation for An Zhaoyuan’s family suddenly became dire.

An Zhaoyuan and Tan Xiu managed to keep their composure, but An Hao lacked his parents’ restraint.

He couldn’t understand. Everything had been fine before. He had belittled An Xing as a worthless good-for-nothing, yet that “good-for-nothing” suddenly seemed like a different person. He had befriended the Xiao family and even found the mistakenly swapped An Rong.

Now his uncle’s family was united and harmonious, and An Rong was no pushover. An Ning Jewelry, which had once been his for the taking, was now beyond his reach.

That might have been bearable. After all, his father and he still held the trump card of Weiqing Jewelry, kept as a backup plan.

But now, even that backup plan was slipping away.

When he learned that An Rong had once again personally persuaded those young designers to unite under An Ning Jewelry and sue Wei Qing Jewelry in court, his patience snapped.

That evening, as Lu Tianchen returned An Xing to the An residence and the family gathered for dinner, An Hao arrived.

“An Rong, what the hell do you think you’re doing?! Are you only satisfied when you’ve completely destroyed the life’s work of your own uncle and cousin?!”

“It’s clear you weren’t raised in the An household! You’re heartless and ruthless, with not a shred of loyalty left!”

“Uncle and Aunt, letting someone like this take over the company—don’t you fear he’ll kick you out when you’re old and you’ll have no one to care for you?!”

At that moment, An Xing was perched on Lu Tianchen’s lap, bossing him around to peel shrimp for him. Hearing this, he instantly flew into a rage.

He grabbed a plate of shrimp shells right in front of him and hurled it at An Hao’s head.

“Peh! You and your whole family can rot alone in old age! Mom and Dad won’t be left without anyone to care for them!”

An Rong, who had rolled up his sleeves ready to beat An Hao, and An Zhaoming and Shen Ying, who were about to slap their nephew, froze in shock when they saw the young man blocking their path.

TRANSLATOR’S CORNER: I am not a native speaker of either Chinese or English. I basically MTL and edit the text, sometimes I also use some sites for reference. I can’t guarantee that everything here is accurate, But I try to stick to the author’s work as much as possible. Please feel to comment any mistakes🙂🤗.