DFYMHGFS Chapter 84

84 – Fireworks exploded, lighting up the night like daylight, yet the youth’s eyes shone brighter than any sparkle.

The An couple’s expressions were simply too vivid. Lu Tianchen couldn’t bear to watch and turned his head away slightly.

An Rong found it equally unbearable.

He hadn’t noticed before, but since becoming part of this family, he’d realized every member was a drama queen. He couldn’t compete and didn’t want to join, so he did his best to ignore it.

The boy lowered his head and ate his breakfast quietly.

An Xing was still telling his parents how he’d gotten himself a boyfriend. He described how he’d confessed his feelings, only to be met with a bed slam, after which he pinned the man down and planted a kiss on him—conquering him effortlessly.

The teenager was so excited his little curls were practically flying, his face beaming with pride. This lively little scene made the An couple chuckle, and they enthusiastically chimed in with sounds of admiration.

Especially An Zhaoming—a formidable tycoon feared in the business world—turned into a doting old dad in front of his son, applauding and praising everything the kid did.

Shen Ying was no different—in her eyes, her son had no flaws whatsoever.

“Xingxing, now that you’re dating Tianchen, you need to be more considerate. Don’t throw tantrums. Tianchen cares for you so much; you should look after his feelings too. Don’t be so stubborn and temperamental—be a good boy.”

As she spoke, she slowly nestled into An Zhaoming’s embrace. The man wrapped his arms around her, smiling and nodding. The two looked like a divine couple.

An Xing felt inexplicably overshadowed by his parents’ display of affection. Part of him wanted to reclaim the spotlight, while another part yearned to hear his mother’s relationship advice. Just as he perked up his ears, the man beside him suddenly said:

“That’s unnecessary. Xingxing is just fine.”

The moment Lu Tianchen spoke, Shen Ying fell silent. She and An Zhaoming both turned to look at him with intense gazes.

“I’ve known Xingxing’s personality since he was little. He’s very sensible, never throws tantrums, and takes care of me too.”

How could that little fool ever throw a tantrum? And when he was sick, that little fool had even come specifically to take care of him.

“If he’s unhappy—whether I upset him or someone else does—he can get angry. There’s no need to hold it in, so he doesn’t have to put on a well-behaved act either.”

“I love him no matter what he’s like.”

Lu Tianchen wore his domineering CEO expression while spouting domineering CEO love quotes. An Xing’s eyes lit up as he sweetly leaned in, clinging to the man and acting spoiled.

Only then were An Zhaoming and Shen Ying truly satisfied, though they still feigned concern:

“Tianchen, you don’t have to force yourself…”

“I’m not forcing myself.” Lu Tianchen declared, “Every word I say comes from the heart.”

This only improved the An couple’s attitude further, while An Xing happily clung to the man.

Ugh, flaunting affection in front of Mom and Dad felt a bit awkward, yet that urge to show off needed an outlet.

Thus, An Rong, who had been quietly eating breakfast, heard his dim-witted younger brother call out to him.

“Bro, I’ve got a sweetheart now. When are you gonna find one?”

An Rong: …

The boy set down his fried dough stick expressionlessly, thinking that sometimes, the clichés everyone loves to see actually had their reasons for existing.

This stupid little brother really should have been kicked out personally by him on the very first day he reclaimed his rightful position as the young master!

Heavy snow had fallen all morning, and An Xing felt restless, craving a hot spring bath to admire the snowy scenery.

But today was the first day they’d officially confirmed their relationship. Though he’d seen Lu Tian working out shirtless before, back then his heart had been pure, free of any impure thoughts.

An Xing thought. We’re a couple now. The idea of sharing a hot spring together today felt oddly unsettling.

The boy cupped his flushed cheeks, his gaze drifting unfocused.

But wait—we are a couple now. Just like sharing a bed with your partner, sharing a hot spring together shouldn’t be a big deal, right?

Before he could wrestle with the question, the snow had stopped. Lu Tianchen began packing up, intending to take An Xing down the mountain.

Seeing this, the boy reluctantly gave up his plans and joined the man in gathering their things.

Lu Tianchen drove steadily down the mountain road. Two hours later, they arrived back at the An residence.

Lu Tianchen greeted the An couple but declined to stay for dinner, preparing to leave. An Xing chased him to the door, clinging to the car window as he anxiously reminded the man.

“Brother Chen, drive carefully on your way home! Be safe—the roads are slippery out there.”

The boy’s worried expression was utterly adorable, and the man couldn’t resist teasing him.

“Then give me a kiss, and I’ll definitely be careful on my way back.”

The An couple and An Rong were watching from the window. Lu Tianchen had only meant to tease An Xing—he never expected the little rascal would actually kiss him.

The next moment, the boy’s round face drew near, and soft lips pressed against the man’s.

This little fool must have snuck some fruit candy this morning—otherwise, he couldn’t possibly taste this sweet.

Lu Tianchen thought as his vision was momentarily obscured.

When An Xing wobbled back home, An Zhaoming and Shen Ying sat together and beckoned him over.

“Have you decided to be with Tianchen, or did you just agree because you wanted to date?” Shen Ying asked softly.

“Of course I’m with Tianchen gege because I like him!”

An Xing puffed out his chest, patting his little chest.

“I’m not the type to date just anyone!”

“We watched Tianchen grow up. He’s a good kid. Since you two are dating, take it seriously and don’t fool around. If any problems come up, sit down and talk them through properly. Your life is what you make it.”

An Zhaoming ruffled his child’s hair.

“Of course! Tianchen gege and I get along great. We’ll never fight.”

The boy leaned closer to his parents, ready to speak.

“Just be good to each other. Mom and Dad have some things to take care of. We’ll head upstairs now.”

With that, the An couple rose and went upstairs.

An Xing was left standing there, momentarily dazed, before noticing An Rong still in the living room. Without hesitation, he walked over to the boy.

“Hey bro, you free? Let me tell you how me and Brother Chen ended up together yesterday.”

At first, An Rong didn’t get it. An Zhaoming and Shen Ying obviously had nothing to do—why did they suddenly go upstairs? It wasn’t until he’d been grilled by the little dumpling for ten minutes that he finally understood.

Good grief, they must have seen right through this little fool’s love-struck brain.

This world is just too unkind to singles.

*

The weekend passed quickly. Just a few more days of school and it would be New Year’s Day. For students, these days marked the final exam week.

As an art major, An Xing didn’t need to cram like mad. His exams mainly involved submitting works for teacher evaluation—pass the review, pass the exam. A piece of cake for him.

His roommates Zhou Bin and Chen Fang, however, were suffering. Not only did they have to finish exam assignments, but they also had to endure An Xing flaunting his romance.

If not for An Xing’s decency—and his phone call with Lu Tianchen prompting him to leave the dorm—the two might have resorted to violent measures against this young master. By New Year’s Day, all exams were over. An Xing reluctantly bid farewell to his roommates and climbed into Lu Tianchen’s car. Tonight, the couple planned to grab dinner, catch a midnight movie, and watch the fireworks before heading home.

“Brother Chen, you’re staying at my place tonight! I bought you a new pajama set!”

Lu Tianchen’s hand paused on the steering wheel as he cautiously asked:

“What kind of pajamas?”

“Don’t worry, I know you don’t like flashy stuff. I got something simple!”

An Xing fastened his seatbelt, leaning over to pat the man’s arm.

“It’s Stitch! Just a small print on the chest—really cute!”

Lu Tianchen: …

Fine. At least it wasn’t a pair of Stitch pajamas with ears.

Watching the teenager buckle up, Lu Tianchen started the car and headed straight for the sky-high restaurant he’d already reserved.

This sky-high restaurant was a landmark in Tang City, notoriously hard to book during holidays and absurdly expensive—though, of course, none of that posed a problem for the tycoon Lu.

So An Xing discovered that Brother Chen had not only secured a prime window seat with a night view, but the surrounding area was also remarkably quiet.

The teenager happily squeezed next to the man, insisting on sitting side-by-side to eat, his reasoning quite compelling.

“What couple on a date sits across a table from each other? Don’t you want to sit closer to me, Chen ge?”

By the end of his sentence, the boy puffed out his cheeks in feigned hurt, his light hazel almond-shaped eyes glistening with moisture.

Luo Tianchen, who never cared much about so-called “dining etiquette” when with An Xing, surrendered instantly.

“Excuse me, could you move our cutlery over?”

He glanced at the waiter standing nearby and gave a slight nod.

The waiter’s mouth twitched, but he maintained his professional demeanor and shifted the cutlery from the opposite side over.

An Xing looked satisfied. Seeing they were seated in a corner where everyone ate alone, paying little attention to one another, he happily leaned against the window, gazing at the night view below.

By the time Lu Tianchen finished ordering, the boy was still intently watching the scene below.

The quiet surroundings and soothing music were relaxing. Though only four days had passed since they confirmed their relationship on Christmas,

The tranquil surroundings and soothing music were deeply calming. Though only four days had passed since they’d confirmed their relationship over Christmas—and they’d video chatted every day since—Lu Tianchen felt he could never get enough of the boy beside him.

“What are you looking at?”

He leaned forward slightly, approaching the boy from behind and asking softly.

“The night view outside. The lights look like stars!”

An Xing gazed outside, his voice light and cheerful.

Winter nights fell early, and as shops, homes, and streetlights flickered on, the city below looked like a dazzling starry sky from this height.

Just as Lu Tianchen was about to agree, An Xing turned around and flashed him a bright smile.

“It’s like the stars we saw that night!”

Lu Tianchen froze, his heart racing. This little fool—how did he suddenly become so good at flirting?

He opened his mouth, wanting to say that in his eyes, the boy’s eyes shone brighter than the starry sky outside, but he felt that saying it out loud would be far too cheesy.

Yet the overflowing affection needed an outlet. The man leaned down and kissed the boy.

All he’d wanted was a compliment, but getting a kiss instead? That was a huge win. An Xing nestled contentedly into the man’s embrace, kissing and nibbling until he heard approaching footsteps. Reluctantly, he pulled back a little.

The waiter pushing the food cart: …

My bad. I should’ve known better. He’d better crawl under the cart.

The two had come to dine; the kisses were an uncontrollable impulse. Seeing the waiter arrive with their meal, they temporarily set aside their thoughts and began eating.

Needless to say, throughout the entire meal, An Xing chattered incessantly. Lu Tianchen cut his steak, peeled his shrimp, and even fed him.

Only after finishing did An Xing realize he’d been served the entire meal. He hurriedly poked a piece of meat—already cut and drizzled with sauce by the man—and offered it over.

“Brother Chen, let me feed you. Ah—”

The man lowered his gaze slightly, his thick lashes casting a small shadow on his eyelids. His features, bathed in warm yellow light, grew even more deep and handsome. He opened his mouth slightly, taking the meat along with the fork between his lips before slowly pulling back to swallow it.

Except for the initial moment, the man’s gaze remained fixed on the youth’s eyes.

An Xing froze for a long moment, then jerked his hand back as if electrocuted, feeling an odd warmth spread through him.

Wh-what was that? They were just eating meat, yet why did he feel like Brother Chen was devouring him too?

Watching the blush spread from the boy’s neck to his face, Lu Tianchen—who’d been brushed against throughout the entire dinner—finally felt his frustration melt away.

He swallowed the piece of beef, thinking about the movie they’d see later and sharing a room tonight… Such a sweet burden.

Everything unfolded exactly as he’d anticipated. Though the little fool sensed something was off, he couldn’t quite pinpoint what. Even though their movie seats weren’t side-by-side, he insisted on lifting the armrest and squeezing right up against him.

Watching the fireworks was even more ridiculous. The little fool claimed he wanted to experience the lively atmosphere of viewing them amidst the crowd, insisting they go to the square. The square was packed shoulder-to-shoulder, forcing Lu Tianchen to hold the little fool tightly against his chest to shield him from the crowd.

As midnight struck, the youth in his arms suddenly turned, wrapped his arms around the man’s neck, and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.

“Brother Chen, Happy New Year.”

Fireworks exploded, lighting up the night like daylight, yet the youth’s eyes shone brighter than any sparkle.

“…Happy New Year.”

My little star.

*

The moment An Xing stepped through the door, he sensed something off about the atmosphere at home.

He tugged Lu Tianchen to a halt at the entrance, calling out uncertainly.

“Mom, Dad, Brother, we’re back?”

The three figures in the living room seemed to only then realize An Xing had arrived, quickly breaking into smiles.

“Xingxing and Tianchen are back? Did you have fun?”

An Xing stepped a little further inside, taking in the scene.

It was clearly past midnight. He’d opened the door himself, not wanting to disturb his family’s rest. Yet here they were, all three in the living room, clearly not sleeping.

“What happened?”

An Xing asked sharply, and the three instantly fell silent. An Zhaoming stood in the center of the living room, his expression the most grim of the three. Shen Ying and An Rong seemed relatively calm.

“…Nothing much. It’s very late. Everyone should go to bed now.”

An Zhaoming forced a smile.

“Tianchen is here too. The guest room is already prepared for you. You can go straight to sleep.”

Who makes their partner sleep in a guest room when they’re dating? An Xing definitely wouldn’t approve. But right now, he was more concerned about who had upset his father. Seeing An Zhaoming hiding something from him, An Xing looked directly at Lu Tianchen.

Lu Tianchen thought for a moment, then spoke honestly to the teenager:

“Your second uncle and his family attended the annual meeting of Weiqing Jewelry today.”

An Xing’s eyes widened instantly, understanding why his father was so furious.

They had long suspected a connection between Weiqing Jewelry and Uncle An’s family, but lacked concrete evidence. Though An Zhaoming had kicked An Zhaoyuan out of Anning Jewelry, it wasn’t an official dismissal—he’d shown leniency out of familial ties.

Yet An Zhaoyuan’s family attending Weqing Jewelry’s annual meeting signaled that the other side had openly severed ties with them.

How could An Zhaoming not be furious? After all, outsiders unaware of their family’s affairs would only perceive An Zhaoyuan’s actions as a direct slap in his face.

Meeting his son’s worried gaze, An Zhaoming exhaled and waved his hand dismissively.

“It’s nothing serious. Don’t worry about it.”

Seeing that the boy remained anxious, An Zhaoming forced a genuinely kind smile onto his face.

“Dad’s telling the truth. If the younger brother does something like this, it means he doesn’t respect me as the eldest. Since that’s the case, I don’t need to spare his face either.”

Tan Xiu had swapped his two sons back then, then kept tabs on his biological son for twenty years, secretly sabotaging him to make his life miserable.

An Zhaoming didn’t hit women, and neither he nor An Zhaoyuan’s parents were around anymore. So as the eldest brother acting as a father figure, it was up to him to properly discipline his younger brother, An Zhaoyuan!

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🙂🤗.