Chapter 263: The No-Name Star Beckons, the Benefactor Becomes a Simp 34

Chapter 263: A Nobody Crooks His Finger, and the Sugar Daddy Turns into a Simp 34

"The assistant told me you were looking for me a while back. I'm free this weekend—let's meet up."

It was just a seven-second voice message, yet Qin Song kept replaying it on his phone.

So Lin Huaiqing had been looking for Fei Xiu recently? Was that while they were giving each other the cold shoulder?

Scrolling further back, the chat history was completely empty.

Lin Huaiqing had a habit of deleting his chat history promptly, and since his relationship with Fei Xiu was sensitive, he was even more diligent about it.

Qin Song couldn't figure it out.

He could only delete the voice message he'd already played and put the phone back in its place.

Whether it was selfishness or something else, he didn't want Lin Huaiqing to meet Fei Xiu again.

Seeing Lin Huaiqing all scrunched up on the sofa, Qin Song gently scooped the sleeping man into his arms.

He opened the bedroom door and laid Lin Huaiqing on the bed so he could sleep more comfortably.

But Lin Huaiqing was a light sleeper, and the movement woke him up. With sleepy eyes, he reached out, hooked both arms around Qin Song's neck, and pulled him close.

It was a casual gesture between lovers, yet it stirred up a desire Qin Song had been keeping buried.

As if rewarding him, Lin Huaiqing gently pressed a kiss to Qin Song's chiseled cheek.

"Are you in a hurry to leave? Lie down with me for a bit?"

With the gorgeous man in his arms inviting him so warmly, even the most urgent matter couldn't have dragged Qin Song out of that room now.

He shrugged off his jacket and lay down beside Lin Huaiqing on the small double bed.

Lin Huaiqing was glad for the company, and the two nestled under the same blanket, soaking up each other's warmth.

"I'm heading to the set next week, so you won't see me for a while. If anything comes up, just call me."

Qin Song asked, confused, "Can't I come visit you on set?"

That could work, and it might even stir up some buzz for the new drama.

"If you're not too busy, then sure."

As they chatted, they heard the front door unlock—Lin Xinxin was back.

The two were still lying in bed, and the door was wide open—Lin Huaiqing panicked.

"My sister's back! What are you just standing there for? Get up!"

"She already knows about us, though." Qin Song stubbed out his cigarette, and Lin Huaiqing pushed him off the bed.

Even though she knew, Lin Huaiqing still couldn't bring himself to be affectionate with Qin Song in front of her.

The two emerged from the bedroom one after the other, both blushing—to Lin Xinxin, it looked like she'd walked in on her brother in the middle of something.

Now it was even harder to explain.

"Bro!"

"Yeah."

"Bro-in-law?"

"Mhm…"

Faced with Lin Xinxin's awkward nickname, Qin Song accepted it without hesitation.

"What were you two doing in there?"

Lin Huaiqing quickly stepped forward and clamped his hand over Lin Xinxin's mouth to shut her up.

After the siblings joked around for a bit, Lin Huaiqing started dropping hints for Qin Song to leave.

"Qin Song, it's getting late. You should probably head home soon." After all, he had to work the next day.

"Bro! You're so heartless! It's so late—you'd let Bro-in-law go home alone? Isn't that dangerous?"

"Dangerous?"

Lin Huaiqing craned his neck and looked at Qin Song, who was half a head taller than the average man.

What thief would be desperate enough to rob Qin Song?

That'd be like trying to rob a bank with bare hands.

"Exactly! Why not let Bro-in-law stay the night? He can just sleep in your room." Lin Xinxin pointed to the half-open door.

They'd already shared the bed earlier, so it'd definitely work.

"But… Brother Song can't sleep on a small bed. He wakes up every day in his eight-hundred-square-meter bed. Let's not put him through that. Come on, come on… I'll walk you to the door."

Lin Huaiqing repeated his prepared excuse while pushing Qin Song toward the door.

Qin Song smoothly turned the tables, pulling Lin Huaiqing into his arms.

This little tease—teasing him in bed earlier, and now refusing to let him stay. He was determined to sleep here tonight, no matter what.

"Who said that? I think I'll be fine staying here tonight. Huaiqing, you don't mind squeezing in with me, do you?"

With his sister watching, Lin Huaiqing couldn't exactly kick Qin Song out.

"Stay if you want. But this isn't a downtown penthouse—it's a long way from your office, and you might hit traffic."

No matter how many flaws Lin Huaiqing listed about the place, Qin Song was a hundred percent staying.

Whether on purpose or because she actually had work, Lin Xinxin quickly retreated to her own room.

After his shower, Qin Song smelled like the same osmanthus-scented body wash as Lin Huaiqing.

The pajamas were a bit small on him—Qin Song only managed to button the bottom three, and the top ones wouldn't button at all.

Lin Huaiqing stole a glance and gave a mental round of applause.

"Are you a hot mommy?" He teased, pinching Qin Song's huge pecs playfully.

"Huaiqing, cut it out." Qin Song kept a straight face, but if you looked closely, you'd see his ears flushing red all the way to the roots.

Lin Huaiqing really did love seeing him all shy and bashful like a little bride.

A man worth hundreds of billions, yet he turned all innocent and pure in front of a nobody D-lister like him.

Lin Huaiqing pulled Qin Song—his shy little bride—onto the bed to sit, then leaned against his firm, full chest.

After a moment's hesitation, he asked:

"Qin Song, you've dug up my entire romantic history. But you haven't coughed up yours yet, have you?"

He wanted to see if Qin Song was the real deal or just putting on an act.

"I've got nothing to confess. No exes, no lovers. If you don't believe me, ask my assistant."

"Oh~ No exes anywhere on the internet, and even if there were, you'd never admit it?"

Lin Huaiqing flat-out refused to believe that a diamond bachelor with Qin Song's age, money, and looks could actually still be a virgin.

Saying it out loud, it just didn't hold water.

Qin Song knew Lin Huaiqing wouldn't buy it that easily, so he didn't bother arguing.

The first thirty years of his life had been a blur of studying, self-improvement, and work.

No one had ever caught his interest. Sure, his family had been pushing him to get married, but he didn't feel ready for it.

Back in the capital, the rich young ladies the Qin family set him up with were a dime a dozen.

Luckily, after his thirtieth birthday, the Qin family elders finally gave up on him in disappointment and stopped nagging him about marriage.

They just told him that if he ever found someone he liked, he should bring them home.

Then the whole family regrouped and turned their attention to nagging his good-for-nothing younger brother to get married instead.

After all, as long as the Qin family had an heir, it didn't have to be his own flesh and blood.

Now, it looked like he really wasn't going to have a son.

Surprisingly, the two of them slept pretty well in that same bed. If it weren't for Qin Song's alarm going off, Lin Huaiqing would've slept in longer.

He glanced at his phone—only 5:30.

"Why'd you set your alarm so early? Get a little more sleep..."

"I have to go to the company." With that, Qin Song leaned down and left a kiss on Lin Huaiqing's forehead. "You sleep a bit more."

As Lin Huaiqing closed his eyes and began to drift back to sleep, he thought: So even a CEO has to be this busy, getting up at five every day. Might as well be a D-list celebrity like him.