Chapter 114 Mm, Bathing, Nothing Else

Chapter 114: Hmm, a bath, nothing else

Night fell, and the city lights began to glow.

The colorful neon reflected on the roof of the parked car, warm light enveloping the embracing figures inside.

Fu Yan quietly held the softly sobbing boy, kissing his soft hair again and again with tender affection, until Du Yang gradually stopped crying.

"Baby, feeling better?" Fu Yan released the person in his arms, looking down at the boy whose eyes were red from crying, and gently kissed his eyelids with warm lips.

Du Yang nodded. His wet lashes were stuck together in a few places, and his nose was a bit red from crying.

"Dad… he must dislike and hate me because I caused Mom's death," the boy's voice was low, laced with weakness. "If Mom hadn't given birth to me, she would have lived well, and the Lu family wouldn't have gone through all this."

Fu Yan's heart clenched with a painful twitch. Panic surged through him—he was afraid Du Yang might do something to himself. He had only been taking his medication for a few days; his depression hadn't improved at all.

He frowned, carefully cupping the boy's face, making Du Yang meet his gaze.

"Yangyang, this has nothing to do with you. Back then, Aunt Ming was very happy when she was pregnant with you; she looked forward to your arrival."

Fu Yan paused. "Amniotic fluid embolism is something no one can predict. Grandma said back then that Aunt Ming had the embolism during childbirth. Before she went into shock, she grabbed the doctor's clothes and begged them to save you."

"Grandma has always loved you very much. Your brother—he couldn't accept Aunt Ming's passing at first, but later he figured it out. It has nothing to do with you."

The boy's lips moved, and tears suddenly fell.

"Yangyang, as for Lu Ting, I don't think he loved your mother that much either. He just needed a woman to keep him company. Otherwise, he wouldn't have found someone new just a few years after Aunt Ming passed away."

Fu Yan felt an inexplicable dislike for Lu Ting, especially after he repeatedly hurt Du Yang. Now all he felt was disgust.

If you love someone, you should be faithful till the end. In this life, he would only love Du Yang. Without Du Yang…

No, he couldn't bear to imagine what he would be without Du Yang.

"Even without Lu Ting, I can give you plenty of love." Fu Yan's eyes completely lost their usual calm; they were almost pleading. "Yangyang, let's never separate, okay? I'll give you all the love you need."

Du Yang's heart jolted violently in his chest. He took two quick, shallow breaths.

That look… that was exactly how Fu Yan had looked when he hung himself in front of Du Yang's grave in his past life.

What wish had Du Yang made in his heart back then?

Was it also to never be separated?

"Fu Yan, we'll never be apart!" Du Yang reached out and tightly wrapped his arms around Fu Yan's neck, embracing him closely.

Fu Yan hugged his baby back just as tightly, closing his eyes as if he had finally received the answer he had been longing for.

His heart swelled with satisfaction and gratitude.

"Fu Yan, it's okay not to have a dad."

From his earliest memories, the role of a father had never been a good experience.

Many things depend on fate—even the bond between father and son.

"If he likes Lu Yu, then let him live his life with Lu Yu." Du Yang said this with a hint of petulance.

That might not be the case. Even though Lu Ting had shared a father-son bond with Lu Yu for over a decade, once he learned that Lu Yu and Qin Yue had teamed up to harm Du Yang, a thorn had already been lodged in his heart.

As long as the thorn remained, Lu Ting could never treat Lu Yu the same way as before.

Moreover, Lu Yu's biological father, Du Debao, had cheated with Qin Yue. Fu Yan didn't believe Lu Ting could be completely indifferent to that.

However, he didn't want to give Du Yang false expectations. Lu Ting didn't deserve it.

"Lu Yu won't have a good life either." Fu Yan rubbed the back of the boy's head and kissed his ear. "Leave the rest to me."

Du Yang released Fu Yan, a flicker of panic in his eyes. Did Fu Yan know about the indirect hint he had given He Lin?

Fu Yan caught the fleeting emotion in his eyes and gently pinched the boy's reddened nose. "Lu Yu is our common enemy. Leave the rest to me."

Du Yang nodded, a joyful smile spreading in his glistening eyes. He hugged Fu Yan again, reluctant to let go.

Fu Yan considered Lu Yu their common enemy and didn't ask whether Du Yang had deliberately instructed He Lin to do anything.

Sob sob, how could Fu Yan be so good?

"Do you want to eat out or go home?" Fu Yan held him in his arms, his heart melting with tenderness.

Du Yang thought for a moment. "I want to eat your shredded pork noodles."

"We'll go home and make shredded pork noodles for Yangyang." Fu Yan kissed the boy, fastened his seatbelt, started the car, and drove home through the night.

It was the first time Du Yang had ever actively asked for something specific; before, he would always say "whatever" or leave it to Fu Yan.

Tonight, Du Yang was especially clingy with Fu Yan. While Fu Yan was cooking noodles, Du Yang followed him around the kitchen like a little shadow. At dinner, he pulled his chair right up next to Fu Yan's.

After eating, he volunteered to wash the dishes and insisted Fu Yan watch him as he washed.

Fu Yan thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being so closely attached to his baby. He wished he could keep Du Yang glued to his side every day.

Du Yang finished washing the dishes, dried his hands, turned around, and leaned against Fu Yan's chest, wrapping his arms around his lean waist.

"Brother, let me hold you."

The boy's voice was clear and soft, very pleasant, brushing against his heart like a little feather, making it tingle and soften.

"Do you want a kiss?" Fu Yan hugged him back, looking down at the clingy boy in his arms. His lips were pink and looked so kissable.

The boy tilted his face up, a faint blush rising to his cheeks, and spoke in a coaxing tone. "Save it for when we go to sleep."

"Why save kisses for bedtime, baby?"

His voice was alluring and seductive, making his words sound suggestive. And when Du Yang looked into Fu Yan's eyes, they were mischievous too.

Du Yang's eyes darted away; he looked away. Fu Yan's gaze clearly said he wanted to kiss him—he understood that.

"It's a goodnight kiss." Du Yang said, then let go of Fu Yan and tried to escape, but Fu Yan firmly held him still.

"Baby, this is an after-dinner kiss."

Under Du Yang's shocked gaze, Fu Yan leaned in and kissed him.

After a moment, Fu Yan carried the limp boy straight into the bathroom.

Once inside the bathroom, Du Yang began to panic. Thinking about what Fu Yan was about to do, Du Yang was so shy he could barely get the words out.

"Brother, you… we… Brother, put me down."

Fu Yan's eyes held a faint smile at the corners as he set him down from his embrace, though his arms still held him close, afraid that if he let go, he would run away.

He gently blew a breath onto Du Yang's ear, his voice low and husky as he whispered temptingly against it, "Yangyang, if we shower together, we don't have to be apart. Don't you think?"

The breath made Du Yang's legs go weak, his ears burning red, feeling a bit dizzy as his mind desperately tried to process Fu Yan's words.

Tonight he wanted to be with Fu Yan every moment, but... if they showered together, would he want to do something again?

"Only showering, nothing else," Du Yang said in a soft, sweet voice, agreed on the condition.

"Mm, just showering, nothing else." A knowing, victorious smile spread across Fu Yan's lips.

His little one was so easy to fool—he'd worry if he were let out into the world.

His slender, well-proportioned fingers grasped the zipper pull, unzipping the young man's hoodie, while his other hand lifted the hem, and with both hands he gently pulled it up, removing the clothes.

What met his eyes was a stretch of fair skin dotted with faint cherry-pink marks, all traces he had left behind.

Desire surged in Fu Yan's eyes as his large hand gripped the young man's supple waist, pulling him into his embrace and kissing him fiercely.

Du Yang's eyes were full of shock, his brain short-circuiting from the kiss, feeling Fu Yan kiss him fiercely while quickly stripping off his own clothes.

When Du Yang's tongue grew numb from the kiss, Fu Yan had carried him into the shower stall.

Steam filled the air as Fu Yan pressed the unresisting young man against the wall inside the shower. His slender, wet hands pressed weakly against the wall as Fu Yan lowered his head and gently bit the young man's nape, deliberately teasing him, hovering at the brink without entering, his voice low and husky as he asked, "Yangyang, do you want it?"

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