Chapter 166 Need Brother’s Kiss

The bodyguard lowered his eyes, thinking: Are you sure he'll clean him up properly, or will he give him a good beating?

But he didn’t say it out loud. He simply answered, "Yes, Mr. Shen. But I don’t have his contact number."

Shen Qingci lifted his chin slightly, his gaze landing on the phone Feng Yuetian had thrown onto the nightstand. "There. The password is six zeros."

The bodyguard went over, picked up the phone, and unlocked it.

The moment the screen lit up, he froze. The screen was filled with missed calls, all from the same number, one after another.

Before he could even scroll through the contacts, the phone rang again—the same number.

The bodyguard looked at Shen Qingci, who was standing at the doorway, refusing to come in. Shen Qingci gave a slight nod.

The bodyguard answered and put it on speaker.

"Feng Yuetian! Just let me explain, will you?"

The voice on the other end was frantic and impatient, barely holding back anger and anxiety:

"I told you, my family forced her on me as an arranged marriage! There’s nothing between her and me!"

Shen Qingci’s eyes narrowed. Under the bodyguard’s watch, he leaned on his cane and slowly entered the room.

The other end of the line was still silent, and the voice grew more frantic:

"Yes, I shouldn’t have gone out to eat with her! But if I didn’t go, my family would have had me transferred out of the research institute! If I get transferred, what will happen to you? What will happen to us?"

Shen Qingci stopped beside the bed, looking down at the figure curled up on the bed. Feng Yuetian was clutching the pillow tightly, tears seeping from his closed eyes and soaking the pillowcase.

Shen Qingci looked away, then glanced at the phone in the bodyguard’s hand. He said calmly, his voice cold:

"Then what would you do if your family told you that if you don’t marry her, they’ll transfer you?"

There was a brief silence on the line, then the voice suddenly rose, sharp and wary:

"Who is this?"

Shen Qingci didn’t answer. He lifted his chin slightly at the bodyguard, who immediately got the hint and hung up.

Shen Qingci looked down at the man in bed. Feng Yuetian turned over, tears still on his face, muttered something, and fell back into a deep sleep.

He looked pathetic and pitiable.

Shen Qingci watched for a moment, then turned away, a hint of disdain in his voice:

"Take him home."

When the car pulled into the villa, the courtyard lights were on.

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Through the car window, Shen Qingci saw Uncle Fu with one hand on his back, directing the servants as they trimmed the garden shrubs.

He was leaning back, hand on his lower back, pausing after every sentence, moving much slower than usual.

Shen Qingci suddenly realized he hadn't seen Uncle Fu waiting for him when he came home for several days.

Before, no matter how late, Uncle Fu would be waiting by the door, taking his coat and asking if he wanted a late snack. But these past few days, Uncle Fu hadn’t been around.

The car stopped, and Shen Qingci got out, leaning on his cane.

When Uncle Fu saw him, he quickly removed his hand from his back and stood up straight.

The movement was a little rushed, aggravating his back. His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, then quickly relaxed.

He stepped forward and bowed respectfully:

"Sir."

Shen Qingci looked at him—at his slightly hunched back, and the hand hidden behind him that was still trembling.

"What’s wrong with your back?"

Uncle Fu shook his head, his tone gentle: "I just bumped it."

"Have you seen a doctor?"

"Yes. Mr. Lu got me some medicine. It’s very effective. The doctor said it’ll be fine in a few days."

He paused, then added:

"I didn’t want to worry you, so I didn’t tell you."

Shen Qingci nodded, his voice flat:

"Then rest well. Don't overwork yourself."

Uncle Fu acknowledged and was about to leave when his gaze fell on something behind Shen Qingci, where two bodyguards were dragging a limp person out of the car.

When he recognized the face, he was stunned:

"Young Master Feng?"

Shen Qingci grunted in acknowledgment, then headed into the house, leaning on his cane. Behind him, Uncle Fu continued:

"I'll go make him some hangover soup."

"No need." Shen Qingci didn’t look back. "I’ll have someone else handle it. You rest."

Feng Yuetian was dumped into the guest room like a sack of limp cargo, sinking limply into the mattress.

He turned over, hugged the pillow, muttered something, and fell back into a deep sleep.

Shen Qingci stood at the doorway, glanced in, then ordered a servant to clean him up, and turned to go back to his own room.

He took off his jacket and draped it over the back of a chair, and walked toward the bathroom. His slender fingers touched the button of his shirt, and just as he had undone half of them, his hand suddenly stopped.

He still hadn’t replied to Lu Lin’s message.

Shen Qingci left the bathroom with his cane, walked to the nightstand, and picked up his phone.

The screen lit up. He had just unlocked it when the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open, slamming against the wall with a dull thud.

Shen Qingci turned. Lu Lin stood at the door, his chest heaving heavily, a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. His eyes swept the room, landed on Shen Qingci, and instantly turned red.

He closed the door and walked over quickly.

Shen Qingci hadn't even spoken yet before he found himself in a tight embrace. Lu Lin's arms were locked firmly around his waist, his face buried in the crook of Shen Qingci's neck, and his scorching breath hit his exposed collarbone.

The shirt buttons were half undone, the collar hanging open and revealing large patches of fair skin.

Lu Lin's cheek pressed against him, still carrying the chill of the night air from outside, making Shen Qingci shrink back slightly.

He raised a hand to push at Lu Lin, but couldn't budge him.

He pushed again, and Lu Lin's arms tightened even more.

Shen Qingci stopped struggling and asked calmly, "What's wrong?"

Lu Lin's voice came muffled from where his face was buried against Shen Qingci's neck, in a tearful, whiny tone: "I told big brother to wait for me, but when I got back to Qingye, I couldn't find big brother. I called, but no one answered..."

His voice grew softer and softer, until it was nearly inaudible: "So I went back to the villa, but big brother wasn't there either..."

The grievance in that voice was like that of a child abandoned on the roadside, unable to find his way home.

Shen Qingci could feel Lu Lin's eyelashes brushing against the side of his neck, trembling lightly and damp with tears.

He listened in silence, and only after Lu Lin had finished did he explain: "Feng Yuetian got his heart broken and got drunk. I went to get him."

Lu Lin lifted his head from Shen Qingci's neck. His eyes were red, and tears still brimming, not yet spilled.

He looked at Shen Qingci, his lips pouted slightly, looking pitiful and aggrieved, like a puppy abandoned on the doorstep.

"I don't care." His voice was thick and nasal. "Big brother, I'm scared. My heart hurts. I need a kiss from big brother."

Shen Qingci looked at him, paused for a second, and said flatly:

"Wait until I finish my shower."

"Let's shower together!"

Lu Lin's eyes lit up instantly, the pitiful expression vanished, replaced by barely concealed excitement.

He stared at Shen Qingci, eyes sparkling, filled with nervousness and anticipation.

Shen Qingci glanced at him.

"No."

Two words, cold and crisp, leaving no room for argument.

He grabbed his crutch and turned to walk toward the bathroom.

Lu Lin stood there, staring at his back forlornly as he disappeared behind the bathroom door.

Only once the door shut and the water started running did the aggrieved expression on Lu Lin's face slowly fade away.

He stood by the door, listening to the water running inside, and his eyes slowly went cold.

He waited a moment longer, then turned and walked out of the room.