Chapter 215: A Family of “Five” · Finale

Chapter 215: A "Family" of Five · Final Chapter

Shen Qingci glanced at it, extended his hand, and pressed down lightly.

Lu Lin's tears instantly welled up, clinging to his lashes, ready to fall.

"It hurts~ gege."

"Bear it."

-

The room was alive with heat.

Suddenly, a knock came at the door. Shen Da's voice came from outside, steady and curt: "Sir, the other seven have also returned after arranging for their wives."

Hearing his words, Shen Qingci's mind went blank for a moment.

When did his men get married? He had no idea.

He wanted to ask Lu Lin, but his voice broke into fragments.

He bit his lip, swallowing the sound back down.

-

The iron chain hanging from the collar around Lu Lin's neck trailed down, the other end held in Shen Qingci's hand.

At first glance, it really looked like he was walking a pet.

But this dog was rebellious and fond of defiling its master.

"Gege..." Lu Lin leaned down, close to Shen Qingci's reddened ear, his voice low and hoarse, panting as he whispered, "Gege, is your little dog impressive?"

Shen Qingci didn't answer.

Each sound made Shen Qingci's ears burn.

The heat spread from the tips of his ears to his cheeks, from his cheeks to his neck, until his entire face was flushed.

He tugged the chain, pulled Lu Lin down, wrapped his arms around his neck, and pressed close.

Much later, Shen Qingci realized that Lu Lin had been holding onto the ointment the whole time.

No wonder he only felt an unending itch. Every time he thought it was over, it flared up again shortly after.

But by the time he noticed, the ointment had been used up completely, with the inside of the jar scraped clean and shiny.

Shen Qingci didn't even have the strength to reprimand him. He was soaking wet and limp, and every breath he exhaled carried a warm, sultry scent.

Lu Lin held him and pushed open a secret door.

Only then did Shen Qingci realize that his room and Lu Lin's were connected.

Lu Lin's room was dimly lit, with a wall completely covered by glass cabinets.

But Shen Qingci remembered that what Feng Yuetian had sent shouldn't have been that many.

"Gege, want to give it a try?"

Shen Qingci subconsciously shook his head.

Lu Lin lowered his head and kissed the corner of his lips.

-

Sounds echoed in the darkness without pause.

Like a tireless nightingale, it sang all night long.

-

When Lu Tianjue came in leading the child by the hand, Lu Lin was kneeling in front of Shen Qingci.

He knelt as if it were the most natural thing in the world, one hand resting on Shen Qingci's knee, the other holding his ankle.

His thumb gently stroked that delicate bone.

Shen Qingci leaned back on the sofa, a cup of coffee in his hand, looking down at him without expression, not telling him to get up.

Uncle Fu shook his head and left, already used to this.

The child stood at the door, Lu Tianjue holding his hand, looking about seven or eight years old.

He wore a black jacket, his hair cut very short, revealing a clean little face.

His eyes were long and narrow, his nose bridge straight, his lips slightly pursed, and his beautiful eyes held a quietness beyond his years.

Hearing the sound, Lu Lin turned his head. The moment he saw the child, his brow furrowed.

He stared at that face for a few seconds, then turned back to Shen Qingci with a pitiful look and demanded:

"Brother? Your illegitimate son?"

Shen Qingci gave him a kick.

Lu Lin grabbed the sole of his shoe in one hand.

The child stood at the door, watching this scene, a flicker of confusion passing through his beautiful eyes.

Shen Qingci withdrew his foot in disgust and looked at Lu Tianjue.

"Who is this?"

Lu Tianjue glanced at the child and said calmly, "This is your brother's child."

Shen Qingci's gaze fell on the child's face, then returned to Lu Tianjue.

Lu Tianjue took a letter from the inner pocket of his coat and handed it over.

The envelope was white and unaddressed. The seal bore the Shen family crest in red ink, which had long dried, and the edges were slightly worn.

Shen Qingci tore it open, pulled out the letter inside, and unfolded it.

The letter was long, written in neat handwriting. Shen Qingci flipped through page after page, his eyes skimming over the words.

After reading, he folded the letter, placed it back in the envelope, raised his eyes, and looked at the confused child who bore some resemblance to him.

The letter said that because Shen Suili's body had no sexual interest in women, in order to produce the next generation, the Shen family forcibly extracted his sperm and created offspring via in vitro fertilization.

Over the past twenty years, all the infants produced had been used by Shen Qisheng for experiments, and only this one was rescued.

At the very end of the letter, there was a small line in different handwriting—lighter, fainter—consisted of just two words.

Shen An.

Two words written by Shen Suili's own hand.

Shen Qingci stood up with his cane and walked over to the child.

The child looked up at him quietly, neither dodging nor flinching, with no fear or curiosity in his eyes.

"You are Shen An. I am your father, and he is your dad." He turned his head to glance at Lu Lin, then at Lu Tianjue. "This is your godfather. Got it?"

Shen An nodded, looked at Shen Qingci, and called out "Father."

Then he looked at Lu Lin and called out "Dad."

Then he looked at Lu Tianjue and called out "Godfather."

His voice was not loud, but very clear.

Shen Qingci hummed in acknowledgment, took a card from his pocket, wrote down a number, and handed it to him.

"Contact me if anything comes up. Go with your godfather."

"Pft." Lu Lin let out a laugh.

Shen Qingci shot him a glance, his tone cold.

"Laugh again, and you'll be the one taking him."

Lu Lin stopped laughing.

In the end, he didn't actually drive the child away.

Shen Qingci expanded the villa, cleared a new patch of land in the yard, and planted a plum tree.

The tree was small, just transplanted. Every day after school, Shen An would go to the yard to check on the tree, water it, and talk to it.

Because his father said that this was his other dad, who had gone to a faraway place, and no one knew when he would return.

At the end of winter, Shen Qingci brought Shen An back from the cemetery.

The plum blossoms in the cemetery were in bloom, colorful petals covering the ground. Shen An walked beside Shen Qingci, holding onto the hem of his coat, taking large strides to keep up with his pace.

Lu Lin walked on the other side, carrying a basket for the memorial service. Occasionally he turned his head to look at Shen Qingci, then at Shen An.

Back at the villa, the winter sunlight was just right, and the plum tree in the yard had also blossomed.

Uncle Fu came out with a camera, saying, "It's rare for everyone to be together, let's take a photo."

Shen An was the first to run over, standing in the very center, tilting his head up to wait.

Shen Qingci walked over with his cane, stood behind him, bent down, and picked him up.

Shen An wrapped his arms around his neck, his feet dangling in the air, swinging slightly.

Lu Lin stood beside them, reaching out to support Shen An's legs. Shen An leaned quietly against his shoulder.

Lu Tianjue stood on the other side, half a step away from them.

He wore a dark gray coat, his hair a bit whiter than a few months ago. Standing in the sunlight, a faint smile played at the corner of his mouth.

Uncle Fu pressed the shutter, the flash went off, freezing this moment in the frame.

In the photo, the plum blossoms were in full bloom, colorful petals densely clustered on the branches.

Shen Qingci stood in the middle with his cane, his long hair scattered over his shoulders, his expression cold. Shen An sat in his arms, hugging his neck. Lu Lin stood beside Shen Qingci, one hand supporting Shen An's leg, the other naturally resting on Shen Qingci's lower back.

Lu Tianjue stood on the other side, smiling at the plum tree, his eyes full of tenderness.

A family of "five," all complete.

The End——————

Short Extra:

"Father, can I sleep with you tonight?" Shen An.

"Your father can only sleep with me." Lu Lin tossed the child aside with one hand, baring his teeth in a warning grin. "He's your father, not your wife! Why should he sleep with you?"

Shen An was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke up. "If he's your wife, can you bully him until he cries every night? Father kept telling you to stop, he wanted to pee... mmm..."

Shen An was carried away by Lu Tianjue, who covered his mouth.

In a way, Shen An's knowledge of emotional and sexual matters was just as blank as Shen Qingci's twenty-seven years ago.

Shen Qingci had stopped walking toward the hall. He stood with his back to Lu Lin, the tips of his ears bright red.

Lu Lin leaned in, looking aggrieved. "The kid was eavesdropping on his own, you can't blame me... Brother..."

Shen Qingci raised his cane and rapped Lu Lin's calf. His face was cold but with a hint of embarrassment. "Kneel. You can get up only when the room's soundproofing is done."

Lu Lin knelt down immediately, without a moment's hesitation.

"Okay, wife."

"Don't call me wife outside."

"Okay, master."

"Don't call me master either."

"Okay, **"

Hearing that word, Shen Qingci's body inexplicably stirred with arousal.

Lu Lin licked his lips, watching his reaction. Just as the Senior Dean had said—brother's genetic code was too strong, his dominance overriding authority. His genes made him instinctively dislike anyone who defied him.

He had thought at the time that if he actively showed weakness and flirted in front of brother, brother would be more likely to react. It seemed that was indeed the case.

So brother was simply a natural dominant.

It felt... kind of... hot...?

"A batch of new things arrived at Xiaoye's room. I want to share them with **. Can I stop kneeling now~"

Shen Qingci glanced at him, hummed an "mm," and walked toward the hall with his cane.

Lu Lin stood up and followed. The two went upstairs under Uncle Fu's gaze.