Qing Yun put down the violin in his hand and walked straight towards the bedroom.

Before he could open the bedroom door, the angry man ran out. As soon as he saw Qing Yun, he stared at him like he was checking up on him and asked stubbornly, “Where were you?”

Not at all frightened by the man’s appearance, Qing Yun unzipped his jacket and replied, “Back to the Xiang family, didn’t I text you?”

“Where were you!” But the man did not seem to listen to his answer at all. He merely clung to the thoughts in his mind, stubbornly repeating his words.

Once he saw the state of the man, Qing Yun gave a secret sigh. He went over, wrapped his arms around the man’s neck, and asked, “What’s wrong? Is it because you miss me?”

As he said that, he held the back of the man’s head and lightly kissed the man’s lips.

Wei Changxiu was shocked by the touch on his lips. However, after coming back to his senses, he still unrelentingly asked Qing Yun’s whereabouts, as if to ask a certain question that had been lurking in his soul and had been bothering him a lot.

Looking at the stubborn child-like man, Qing Yun did not know why but his heart was all indulgent and heartbroken. He did not answer the man’s words but just kept kissing him, using his lips and tongue to give the man enough comfort.

The family doctor of the Wei family saw that Wei Changxiu’s state had not improved, and was afraid that he would hurt Qing Yun, so he came forward with a sedative.

Qing Yun, who was kissing the man, saw the shiny needle and frowned. His long white fingers directly blocked it, signaling the doctor not to inject the man with the drug.

After all, drugs do not work on the injuries in the man’s soul.

Seeing the glistening white fingers touch the sharp needle, Wei Changxiu’s pupils shrank. His anger exploded out violently, but it was against the family doctor who had come forward.

“Get lost!”

If the family doctor hadn’t dodged quickly, Wei Changxiu would have almost kicked him.

Holding Qing Yun tightly in his arms in a protective position, Wei Changxiu’s attention completely shifted to Qing Yun’s fingers as he kept asking, “Is there any wound? Is there any wound?”

The man carefully examined each finger of the young man in his arms and kissed the tips delicately.

Despite being in this state, Wei Changxiu still clearly remembered how much his Little Feather loved music and how much he loved the violin. For a violinist, these hands are the most valuable treasure in the world.

Xiang Chenyu’s fingers were not very pretty. Although they were soft, there were still some tiny scars left on his fingers, which caused obstacles to his usual string pressing. Moreover, the left hand held by Wei Changshu had two fingers that were slightly deformed and elongated.

This is all the result of excessive practice from childhood.

While using his lips to feel the tiny scars on the teenager’s fingers, Wei Changxiu’s state slowly stabilized. His eyes regained their clarity, and the first thing he said was to instruct Qing Yun: “Don’t do such dangerous things in the future. What if you get hurt?”

Now, Wei Changxiu will no longer persuade Qing Yun to leave him because of his illness, because he knows that he will never hurt his Little Feather no matter what.

The two of them quietly embraced together. Night had fallen outside, but the cicadas’ chirping in the height of summer made the scene inside the house seem more cozy.

Qing Yun leaned on the man’s arms and lowered his head to write and draw on the music book.

Wei Changxiu has been watching the side of the youth’s face, and his eyes were overflowing with tenderness. He looked up at the time and suddenly smiled. He wanted to say something in Qing Yun’s ear but froze for a moment after moving over. A trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, which then turned into complete heartache.

He pretended not to notice and moved from Qing Yun’s left ear to the right, warmly reminding, “Baby, it’s time for dinner.”

Qing Yun heard the man’s expectation for dinner in his words. He looked up at him strangely and finished writing the last note before answering.

As soon as he walked out of the bedroom, Qing Yun knew where the anticipation in the man’s words came from.

The lights in the dining room were not on, a large cake was placed on the table, and the glowing candle flame rendered the warmest atmosphere. However, the rough and even what could be considered ugly framing exposed the level of the maker clearly.

There are no outsiders present in this room, only Qing Yun and the man behind him.

A low and elegant Happy Birthday song came from behind him, and once he heard it, he knew it came from Wei Changxiu’s mouth.

Qing Yun froze at first sight of this scene. He can turn a blind eye to the world’s most tragic scenes and the ugliest of humans, but can not resist the warmth that rarely appears in his life.

Xiang Chenyu is an orphan. He does not know his birthday, only the day he was sent to the orphanage. Unexpectedly, the man even found out about this.

It is no wonder that after receiving the news that he would not return today, the man could not control the damage in his soul. It turned out that he had been waiting for him to return.

“Why don’t you blow out the candles quickly?” Wei Changxiu finished singing the Happy Birthday song and immediately hugged Qing Yun, who was frozen in his arms. Qing Yun was stunned for a long time before he followed the man and blew out the candles on the cake.

At that moment, Qing Yun felt that his behavior was simply silly. It was as if he could not control his own actions.

The last bit of light was extinguished, and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness. In the dark, Qing Yun felt his ring finger go cold as if there was a ring-like object gently on his finger.

The man fed him a bite of cake right after, and the sweet, creamy taste immediately spread in his mouth.

Qing Yun laughed in the dark, he did not expect the man to play romance with him at this moment, but this did not affect Qing Yun’s inner pleasure.

He tilted his head and accurately kissed Wei Changxiu’s lips, tasting the cake with him. The heat and sweetness came together, and the atmosphere in the living room suddenly changed in flavor.

“Baby, let’s eat the cake tomorrow, okay?” Wei Changxiu’s voice with a gasp rang out in the darkness.

A soft laugh came from Qing Yun, followed by a bang as the bedroom door opened and closed. Half a moan drilled out of the doorway and echoed quietly in the darkness of the living room.

Wei Qi, who was squatting in the courtyard feeding mosquitoes, turned his head to listen to the sounds inside the house and said in a low voice to Wei Ming, who was squatting beside him, “Can we go in now?”

“Go in my ass. Who the hell knows if the boss has closed the door, do you want to die?” Wei Ming “slapped” the bloody mosquito, glanced at him, said in a bad temper.

On this side, it was a “peaceful time”, but far away in the Xiang family, Xiang Chenjin was not sleeping well.

He got up from bed again in his pajamas and carefully walked to the corridor. There was a small room at the other end of the corridor. The owner of this room seems to have left in too much of a hurry, and the door is still open with a small gap.

Xiang Chenjin stared at the narrow door frame as if he was back in his childhood when he first returned to the Xiang family. He also watched Xiang Chenyu practice the violin through the doorway.

Even though the extremely intelligent Xiang Chenyu grew up in that humble orphanage, he seemed to have extraordinary talent. He could improvise some interesting pieces when he was very young, which made Xiang Chenjin, who had just learned the violin, envious.

What did he do after that?

When he occasionally heard Xiang Chenyu’s simple but interesting playing in the music room, he wrote down the simple notes and was the first to play them in front of his parents.

This earned him a great deal of praise from Father and Mother Xiang. Growing up in the orphanage, Xiang Chenjin, who had made grabbing food and grabbing adults’ attention a must, didn’t see anything wrong with this behavior until later on. It was only when he entered the same school as Xiang Chenyu that Xiang Chenjin began to cover up and collect himself.

However, now that Xiang Chenjin was gazing at the narrow doorway, it was as if he saw Satan’s smile at times, and at other times it was like seeing the scepter of the Goddess of Victory.

Finally, Xiang Chenjin took a step, and he quickly ran towards that room. The moment he pushed the door open, the uneasiness in Xiang Chenjin’s heart finally disappeared without a trace, and his eyes were once again firm.

There were three or four sheets of paper scattered underneath the neatly packed desk, as though the owner had accidentally dropped them in a panic to clean up. Even in the dark, Xiang Chenjin could easily distinguish that those were handwritten music scores.

The final round of the International Music Competition is a battle of their own compositions. There was an obsession rolling around in Xiang Chenjin’s heart that was almost ferocious.

Even if he doesn’t win, Xiang Chenjin doesn’t want Xiang Chenyu to end up in a good place.

At midnight, a small light once again lit in Wei Changxiu’s bedroom. The man who just woke up did not have any trace of confusion in his eyes. He turned to his side and gently looked at the sleeping youth beside him, with both the hottest love and elder-like gentle and intimate care in his eyes.

The man gently moved over and lovingly planted a kiss on the teenager’s left ear before gently getting up, careful not to disturb the boy’s sound sleep.

The silk satin covered the red scratches on his back but could not hide the small teeth mark on the side of his neck.

The man smiled and stroked the stinging wound on the side of his neck, before walking out of the bedroom. However, he returned again to kiss Qing Yun on his slightly open lips, and only then did he stop.

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Wei Changxiu went to the study. Wei Ming has long been waiting in the study, and when he saw him come in, he immediately came forward respectfully and handed over a pile of information in his hand.

These documents appear to be several years old. The edges and corners have yellowed and even chipped. This is the hospital report, there are doctors’ prescriptions, and there is also a medical condition notification letter signed by the family.

Wei Changxiu sat on the sofa. When this calm man took this old pile of paper, his fingers trembled unnoticeably.

When he saw the handwriting of the doctor’s diagnosis on the paper, as well as the patient’s name, Wei Ming, who was present, even felt a kind of anger that was almost like something emanating from the man’s body.

Wei Ming deeply lowered his head. Since witnessing that school bullying incident that day, he keenly felt that the head of the Wei family had changed. With how gentle and indulgent he was in front of that teenager and how cold and even cruel he was in front of outsiders.

The businessman’s harmony in Wei Changxiu’s body has dissipated completely. He acts more relentlessly and ruthlessly, making people who perceive the Wei family’s actions more frightened.

Wei Changxiu carefully examined the information in his hands. If someone looked carefully, they would definitely find that the man’s muscles were tense and had entered a state of extreme anger.

“Is this all?” Wei Changxiu asked in a deep voice.

“The Xiang family was too secretive. After this incident, Mr. Xiang’s adoptive father Xiang Liyan was afraid of attracting the attention of the outside world, so he found a family doctor. Therefore, the rest of Mr. Xiang’s medical history is not easy to find. Still, we have found a way to find the family doctor that the Xiang family hired after a while.”

Hearing Wei Ming’s words, Wei Changxiu then nodded. He lit a cigarette and used it to calm his restless nerves. Some time back, he had noticed that there seemed to be a problem with the hearing in Little Feather’s left ear, but thinking that the teenager was a violinist and had extremely high hearing requirements, he just assumed that he was overthinking things.

But with these days of intimate contact, Wei Changxiu’s doubts are getting heavier and heavier. He did not expect that there was really something wrong with the boy’s hearing. Wei Changxiu immediately locked his eyes on the Xiang family, and this investigation let him find out the problem.

He never thought that the group of dirty things of the Xiang family would dare to do this to his baby. Wei Changxiu’s gaze mixed with heartache and anger once again looked at the information in his hands. Multiple soft tissue contusions1, high fever for 24 hours, tympanic membrane perforation2 in the left ear.

Wei Changxiu held back his movements and did not get so angry as to sweep the ashtray beside his hand to the ground. His baby is still sleeping, and he does not want to wake him up because of this mess.

“What about the casino?” Wei Changxiu calmed down for a while before he continued to ask Wei Ming.

“Boss, don’t worry, it’s already set up. Xiang Liyan’s company has mostly collapsed, and he still owes high gambling debts. He is already on the verge of desperation. Today, he called Mr. Xiang back. I’m afraid it’s because of this matter.”

Wei Ming thought of the news passed to him by the head of the casino again and subconsciously looked at Wei Changxiu’s face, afraid that the next news would make him furious. But in the end, he thought about it and honestly explained, “Xiang Liyan kept asking the person in charge of the casino about the prices of those ‘players’, so I guessed that……”

Hearing Wei Ming’s words, Wei Changxiu scoffed but did not reveal his furious look again. He has long since ceased to have any hope for that bunch in the Xiang family. He could even do something to Little Feather, who was only twelve years old. Now, Xiang Liyan completely plunged into the gambling abyss, so what could he not do?

Previously, when Xiang Chenjin had not yet returned, Xiang Liyan still held the idea of raising Little Feather up. But when his adopted son is in the way of his own son, of course, Xiang Liyan is eager to pull Little Feather down and use him to his advantage.

Now, with the name Xiang Chenyu, every move of Little Feather is linked to the Xiang family. He became known for his performance of “Flowing Water”, and anyone would have to praise the Xiang family for their good teaching. I’m afraid that without the Xiang family, there would be no Xiang Chenyu now, right?

In other’s eyes, the Xiang family is a benefactor. No matter how high Xiang Chenyu’s future achievements are, he has to bow his head and sincerely thank the Xiang family for raising and teaching him. Otherwise, he would be ungrateful.

However, Wei Changxiu wants to strip the mask of hypocrisy off the Xiang family completely. He wants everyone to see clearly what kind of life the orphan, who is so lucky in their eyes, is living in the Xiang family.

“Keep an eye on Xiang Liyan’s every move.” Wei Changxiu extinguished his cigarette and added, “The music competition is coming up, so give Xiang Liyan some time and don’t let him spoil Xiaoyu’s mood.”

After explaining all this, Wei Changxiu washed up and returned to the bedroom again.

Sensing the movement around him, Qing Yun rubbed his eyes and woke up with a yawn. His actions were purely innocent. He obviously put down all his heart defenses, which made Wei Changxiu’s heart intoxicated.

“Where did you go?” Qing Yun asked as he glanced at the man climbing into bed.

His voice still had a strange hoarseness to it, accompanied by the daze of first awakening, and it was extremely seductive.

Wei Changxiu took the person into his arms. He lowered his head and kissed Qing Yun’s neck, coaxing him to make more beautiful sounds, while he carelessly said, “Nothing, I just couldn’t sleep and went to take care of work.”

His baby is too strong and will never learn to rely on him a little, which makes Wei Changxiu very helpless. Therefore, he can’t help but be unusually hard in some aspects so as to properly “punish” the young man in his arms.