Chapter 147 Little Crybaby

Chapter 147 Little Crybaby

When Lu Lin arrived at Qingye, he was holding a bouquet of irises in one hand, and a delicate cake box in the other.

He pushed open the office door.

Shen Qingci was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, leaning on his cane.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on him, casting a soft halo around him.

His slightly long ink-black hair draped over his shoulders, his profile cold, his back lonely, as if separated from the world by an invisible distance.

Lu Lin watched that figure, his heart clenched.

He placed the cake and flowers down on the table, walked to the window, reached out, and gently took Shen Qingci's hand.

"Brother? Are you unhappy?"

Hearing the question, Shen Qingci furrowed his brow.

He wasn't unhappy, but thinking about Lu Lin breaking up with him one day made him a little uncomfortable.

Shen Qingci didn't know how to express it, so he placed his hand over his chest and said softly:

"It's a little uncomfortable here."

Upon hearing this, Lu Lin's face instantly turned serious. Without a word, he scooped him up and hurried toward the door.

"We can't wait if your chest hurts." Lu Lin's voice was urgent. "Let's go to the hospital and get a full check-up."

Shen Qingci: "..."

He looked at Lu Lin's tense face and reached up to pinch his cheek.

The gesture was light, helpless.

Lu Lin looked down at him, eyes full of confusion.

Shen Qingci spoke softly:

"Put me down."

"But..."

Lu Lin wanted to say more, but meeting those cold, clear gaze, he swallowed all his words.

He obediently set Shen Qingci down, still trying to persuade him:

"Brother, if your chest hurts, you should go to the hospital for a check-up. It'll be quick."

"There's nothing wrong with me."

Shen Qingci, leaning on his cane, walked to the table and sat down, looking at the delicate cake box.

He reached out, trying to untie the ribbon on it.

He remembered what Feng Yuetian had said and repeated:

"Feng Yuetian said you would break up with me..."

"He's lying!"

Lu Lin instantly interrupted Shen Qingci's words, his voice rising sharply, his eyes instantly turning red.

Tears streamed down his face uncontrollably, and he was so angry he gritted his teeth, looking as if he wanted to tear Feng Yuetian limb from limb:

"When did he say that!? I'll go find him right now, break his legs and shove them down his throat!"

Shen Qingci couldn't untie the ribbon on the cake.

He pursed his lips and looked up at Lu Lin.

Lu Lin was startled. He wiped his tears, obediently walked over, and crouched in front of Shen Qingci, starting to untie the cake box.

Halfway through, he remembered how Shen Qingci had struggled to untie it earlier, turning a bow into a knot, and found it adorable.

He couldn't help it; he burst out laughing with a "Pfft!"

Tears slid down his face as he laughed.

Shen Qingci looked up at him, at his face, caught between tears and laughter. He reached out, his fingertip gently wiping the tears from Lu Lin's cheek.

Then, he brought the tear-stained finger to his lips and lightly licked it.

Salty.

He picked up a nearby wet wipe, slowly and methodically cleaned his fingers, and said flatly:

"He said if we weren't compatible in bed, we might break up."

He paused, glanced at Lu Lin's tear-streaked face, and added with some disdain:

"Laughing one moment, crying the next. You're like a little madman."

Lu Lin slid the now-opened cake box in front of Shen Qingci.

Then he knelt at Shen Qingci's feet, wrapped his arms around his waist, and buried his face in his chest.

His voice was muffled, but his tone was earnest:

"It won't happen, Brother. If you don't want to, I won't force you."

Shen Qingci nodded.

He picked up a fork, cut a small piece of cake, and put it in his mouth. The cream melted on his tongue, sweet but not cloying.

"That's what I told him, too."

He cut a second piece and held it to Lu Lin's lips.

"Want some? Little crybaby."

Lu Lin opened his mouth and ate it.

The cream spread across his tongue, sweet and soft. He squinted like a content puppy.

He nuzzled against Shen Qingci's waist, his voice soft and sweet:

"Sweet~"

Shen Qingci looked expressionlessly at Lu Lin acting like a spoiled puppy in his arms.

His face was buried in Shen Qingci’s waist, rubbing back and forth, his hair a mess, like a large dog begging for pets.

Shen Qingci watched quietly, a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Then he raised his hand and ruffled Lu Lin's hair.

Then he brought another spoonful of cake to Lu Lin's lips.

Lu Lin obediently opened his mouth and ate it.

And so, one fed while the other ate. As Lu Lin accepted the food from Shen Qingci, he silently pondered.

How could he kill Feng Yuetian without anyone noticing?

But considering Feng Yuetian was his brother's friend and very close with his brother.

So he couldn't touch Feng Yuetian.

Then he’d go after his bedmate.

What was that guy’s name in the files again...

Chu Yinzhan?

He was the Chu family’s third son, right?

But he remembered that the Chu family’s young master had a fiancée...

Before he could finish his thoughts, another spoonful of cake was shoved into his mouth.

Lu Lin opened his mouth and continued eating.

Shen Qingci seemed to have discovered the joy of feeding him.

He tilted his head slightly, his clear eyes carrying a hint of curiosity as he stared at Lu Lin’s cheek moving as he chewed.

So this is what it's like to watch someone else eat. No wonder Lu Lin enjoyed watching him eat so much.

Pretty cute.

And so, half of the cake ended up in Lu Lin's stomach.

Shen Qingci wanted to keep feeding him.

Snapping back to reality, Lu Lin quickly shook his head and forced a strained smile:

"Brother, I'm a bit full..."

Lu Lin, who had never eaten so many sweets in his life, felt his throat was sickeningly sweet. One more bite and he felt like he’d puke on the spot.

Shen Qingci insisted for a moment, but when he saw that Lu Lin truly didn't want to be fed anymore, he backed off.

He put down the spoon, his indifferent expression barely concealing a hint of disappointment.

Lu Lin pretended not to see it—after all, throwing up in front of his brother would be far more embarrassing than not eating the cake.

With that thought, he straightened up and chose to massage Shen Qingci's legs to take his mind off it.

Shen Qingci sat quietly, letting those warm hands slowly move over his legs.

He picked up the fork, took a few bites himself, then felt it was too rich.

He set down the fork and looked down at Lu Lin.

Lu Lin had his head lowered, focused on the massage.

Sunlight streamed in from the floor-to-ceiling window, falling on him, casting a soft glow on his profile.

There was even a dab of cream at the corner of his mouth, which had gone unnoticed.

Cute.

Shen Qingci thought to himself, then slightly raised his hand, his fingertips brushing the corner of Lu Lin’s mouth, gently wiping it away.

Seeing the cream on his finger, he froze.

He stared at the milky-white cream on his finger, confusion flickering in his bright eyes.

He didn't understand.

Why did he wipe Lu Lin's mouth?

And why use his hand instead of a tissue?

But his body had just moved on its own.

How weird.

Lu Lin watched Shen Qingci’s frowning, disgusted, and confused expression, and a smile slowly crept onto his own lips.

He reached out, grabbed a few wet wipes, then took Shen Qingci’s long, elegant fingers, lowered his head, and began to carefully wipe them.

His movements were gentle and meticulous, as if handling a fragile treasure.

His eyes were earnest and focused, every wipe done with the utmost care.

Shen Qingci gazed down at him.

Watching his downcast eyes, his slightly fluttering lashes, watching his lips pressed together in concentration.

So good.

He wanted to kiss him.

That thought crossed his mind, and he went with it.

Using his now-clean fingers, he gently tilted Lu Lin’s chin up.

Lu Lin looked up obediently, meeting his gaze.

Those eyes held amusement, questions, and endless adoration.

Under Lu Lin's gaze, Shen Qingci slowly lowered his head and kissed Lu Lin's lips.

The moment their lips touched, it was very light, very soft, like a feather landing on a lake, sending ripples across the surface.

Lu Lin was completely frozen, his face a mask of shock and bewilderment. When he came to his senses, his eyes quivered slightly, and then a wild, frenzied desire crept into them.

Brother kissed him!

Brother made the first move and kissed him!!

Lu Lin trembled in excitement. He wrapped his arms around Shen Qingci's waist, carefully parted his lips, and responded to the kiss, which felt like a reward.