Chapter 49: The Man in Jing Circle’s Master Lu’s Arms Has a Mishap (21)

Chapter 49: The Man in Jing Circle's Master Lu's Arms Has a Mishap (21)

Lu Wuqing's eyebrows twitched, his heart seemingly eager to leap out.

In the next second, he heard the young man's aggrieved yet righteous voice.

"Can I be your dad?"

Lu Wuqing: ?

His face darkened, and his tone was stern. "No way!"

"But..."

Before Song Chuyi could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Lu Wuqing.

"Don't even think about it!"

Song Chuyi sighed with some regret.

"Alright, then..."

He straightened his back slightly and opened his coat a bit wider.

"Can you be its dad?"

A cat's head peeked out from Song Chuyi's arms.

It was a Ragdoll cat, not very big, probably only two or three months old.

The little cat was covered in dirt, and its sky-blue eyes looked just as pitiful as the young man's.

Lu Wuqing was unusually silent for two seconds before he spoke, "Where did it come from?"

"I found it over there." Song Chuyi pointed to a patch of grass in the southeast. "It seems to have been abandoned."

"Shall we take it home and raise it?"

Lu Wuqing was silent for a moment, then finally agreed, "Okay."

"Follow your lead."

He handed the umbrella to Song Chuyi.

"Here."

Song Chuyi took the umbrella, looking bewildered.

But soon he understood why Lu Wuqing had given him the umbrella.

Because he picked him up!

And it was a princess carry!

Lu Wuqing carried him, and he held the cat; essentially, Lu Wuqing was carrying the cat too.

By extension, Lu Wuqing would recognize the cat as his son!

Song Chuyi looked down at the equally bewildered little Ragdoll and silently said to himself: Cat son, the task of making your dad feel family love is now on you!

After finding this little Ragdoll, he realized that feeling family love didn't necessarily mean it had to be from parents.

Why couldn't it be from a son?

A cat son can bring more emotional value than a human one!

He believed this little Ragdoll would surely capture Lu Wuqing's heart and make him a doting father!

Song Chuyi had high hopes for the little Ragdoll.

The poor, clueless little Ragdoll had no idea what burden it now bore.

It just felt that the person holding it smelled nice and was comforting.

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As expected, Song Chuyi came down with a fever.

After being out in the rain for so long, it would be strange if he didn't get sick.

Unfortunately, the little Ragdoll he brought back was also ill, so Lu Wuqing had to take care of both Song Chuyi and the cat his A'Chu had brought home.

Luckily, he had money and called in two family doctors to prescribe medicine.

The little Ragdoll fell asleep shortly after receiving an injection, but Song Chuyi, who had taken his medicine, was still wide awake, watching Lu Wuqing cover the cat with a small blanket.

He couldn't sleep, even with the medicine.

Despite feeling weak, he still couldn't sleep.

However, the illness had affected his mind, as evidenced by his slow speech when he saw Lu Wuqing approaching him.

"We haven't named the little Ragdoll yet."

He looked at Lu Wuqing, who had sat down beside him. "Brother Qing, why don't you give it a name?"

"You do it." Lu Wuqing checked Song Chuyi's forehead, noting that the temperature had dropped a little.

He pulled the blanket up for him. "What do you want to call it?"

"Hmm..." Song Chuyi looked at Lu Wuqing, then at the ragdoll cat. After two seconds, he slowly spoke.

"Call it Youqing."

Lu Wuqing: ...

His A'Chu's naming skills were a bit... hmm.

"Alright, as you wish, it will be called Youqing."

Song Chuyi hesitated. "Doesn't it sound a bit odd?"

"It sounds nice." Lu Wuqing glanced at the little ragdoll. "All names you give sound nice."

Song Chuyi was silent for a moment. "Forget it, let's call it Xiaotuanzi."

"I hope it grows round and plump, basking in love."

Lu Wuqing hummed. "With you here, it will be loved."

Implying that only with you here, it will be loved.

Song Chuyi's mind was slow to react, and he didn't catch the underlying meaning in Lu Wuqing's words.

After settling on the name for the ragdoll, he spaced out, staring blankly ahead.

"A'Chu, rest well."

Lu Wuqing's voice sounded in his ear.

"I'll stay with you."

Song Chuyi stared blankly for a full minute before realizing that Lu Wuqing was suggesting he go to sleep.

But he couldn't fall asleep.

"I can't sleep."

He moved closer to Lu Wuqing.

Looking at the man in front of him, he recalled what happened when he first slept in the previous world.

Back then, Xiaotong said he didn't fall asleep because the mission was completed.

Was it because he kissed the antagonist?

Song Chuyi focused on Lu Wuqing's lips.

Lu Wuqing's lips were neither too thick nor too thin, giving an inviting feeling to kiss.

The discomfort in his body made Song Chuyi act more petulantly. He reached up and poked Lu Wuqing's shoulder.

"Kiss me."

"Hurry up."

The audacious command came from his mouth but lacked any sense of dominance.

He was straightforward and unembarrassed, showing no hint of shyness.

In contrast, Lu Wuqing's body stiffened, his expression revealing disbelief, unease, and even nervousness.

He suspected he had misheard, otherwise, how could he have heard the word "kiss"?

"A'Chu, go to sleep."

He pretended he hadn't heard anything, trying to convince himself that the rain outside was too loud, affecting his hearing.

But soon, Song Chuyi's voice echoed again.

"No!"

His sleeve was tugged.

Without much force, he was pulled in front of Song Chuyi.

A soft hand wrapped around his neck.

Warmth touched his lips.

Lu Wuqing's pupils constricted.

The dream became reality.

Those nearly hallucinatory words turned into action, striking his heart with unimaginable force.

His heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest.

It was rejoicing and exhilarated.

Under this kiss, Lu Wuqing was almost frozen.

Seeing that he wasn't focused, Song Chuyi bit him in frustration.

With a slight force, his lip broke.

A faint taste of blood spread, accompanied by a slight stinging sensation.

This became the final straw that broke his composure.

Lu Wuqing pulled the person into his arms, his chest heaving violently, his voice hoarse.

"A'Chu, I shouldn't be this greedy."

He shouldn't be so greedy to receive the favor of light, but his life experiences since childhood also told him.

If he wasn't greedy, if he didn't dare to act recklessly, he would get nothing.

Not only would he get nothing, he might even... die.

He didn't want to die, nor did he want to let go of him.

"But I can only be greedy."

This was the first time he faced his own heart.

Greed, a word inherently carrying negative connotations, was something he had never been willing to face.

He packaged himself as a successful person, trying to wash away the black and turn white, not for the sake of facing himself, but to hide his true self.

But now, he had to face himself.

He wanted his A'Chu to see him clearly, to see more of him.

"A'Chu, look at me."

"Look at me properly."

Song Chuyi looked at him in a daze, his eyes still slightly red, but perhaps because he was feeling wronged, even the corners of his eyes were tinged with red.

"What am I looking at?"

He spoke.

"It's just a bite, isn't it?"

"If you want... you can bite back."

Lu Wuqing restrained his hands, making him unable to move.

His body was straightened, forcing him to look directly at him.

"No, I can't bear to."

Lu Wuqing's voice was terribly hoarse.

"I just want you to see me clearly."

See this greedy, insatiable me.

Song Chuyi opened his eyes wide. "I see you clearly."

The blood seeping from his bitten lip stained Lu Wuqing's lips even redder, like a raging fire, with the center burning bright crimson.

"I see very clearly."

His voice gradually became firm.

He leaned in and gently pecked the blood-stained lips.

"Even if I see clearly, I still want a kiss."

These words completely extinguished Lu Wuqing's reason, and he kissed him without hesitation.