When Jiang Qingyue’s mind was not clear, he was blindly confident in his career. However, as he got closer to Ren Shuhan, he began to regret his choices and felt saddened by his lack of talent.
But today, he was very happy because Ren Shuhan kept praising him, saying he was a good boy and did well.
He felt shy but enjoyed hearing such words from him.
During lunch, Jiang Qingyue was still excited, talking to Ren Shuhan about what he had learned and contemplated over the years. Ren Shuhan nodded and praised him.
“Do you still remember what I said when I was little?” When they returned to the home Ren Shuhan had prepared for him in the evening, Jiang Qingyue felt even more emotional.
He said, “I wanted to live in a small house with just the two of us playing together. No annoying uncles or brothers to disturb us. When I miss home, you can send me back, and then pick me up in a couple of days. We should always be together.”
At that time, Jiang Qingyue wasn’t good at expressing himself in long sentences, and others couldn’t understand him, but Ren Shuhan did.
Little Jiang Qingyue was too attached to him, just like how he liked his mom. It was the first time he had received such affection from someone else, so he wanted to be with this cute little dumpling forever.
He wanted to agree, to give this adorable little one a home, to feed and cuddle with him like a pet every day. No complex family property disputes like in the Lu family, away from the hassle of that big mansion with many people.
But he was just a child at that time, so he could only say, “Be good.”
Later, Jiang Qingyue gradually grew up.
At the age of thirteen or fourteen, Ren Shuhan could already fulfill his dreams. He bought him a delicate little house near the school, with a garden where he could raise a kitten. The front and back yards were filled with lush greenery, making it hard for people to see inside. Although it was in a busy area, it exuded an isolated atmosphere.
Ren Shuhan was quite busy, but whenever he had free time, he would come back here. Jiang Qingyue, on the other hand, spent all his time in this house, studying and resting.
With such daily companionship, Jiang Qingyue’s enlightenment happened at the age of fifteen or sixteen.
Ren Shuhan was in his early twenties, the age of a young heartthrob, handsome, charismatic, and promising. People would sneakily take pictures when they walked together, and various girls competed to show their affection, making Jiang Qingyue quite unhappy.
His little uncle should be his alone, and others shouldn’t be allowed to hug him.
However, as he grew older, his little uncle said he couldn’t kiss his face anymore, and he should always sleep alone. Jiang Qingyue became shy too, no longer daring to act as boldly as he did when he was a child, begging for hugs. He could only stay close to his little uncle when someone tried to flirt with him, secretly asserting his dominance.
Once, he even told a pretty lady, “Actually, his relationships with men and women are very messy. I am his illegitimate child.”
Ren Shuhan, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but laugh angrily, “…”
How old are you now?
Besides, aren’t your parents spoiling you too much? Can you say such things casually?
Innocently, Jiang Qingyue apologized, “Sorry, but my little uncle is also at fault. You shouldn’t ignore them.”
Ren Shuhan was curious, “What should I do then?”
Find a “stepmother” for you?
No, it didn’t seem like he meant that.
“You should firmly reject them!” Jiang Qingyue educated him seriously, word by word. “Tell them that you cannot get married.”
Ren Shuhan: Why… can’t I get married?
He hadn’t thought about such things before because Jiang Qingyue was still young, and he was busy with his career. He didn’t have time for a romantic life, and he wasn’t interested. However, it seemed like the common expectation was that he would eventually marry a successful woman. Ren Shuhan hadn’t considered any other possibilities.
This time, the question made him suddenly realize that the cub he raised had grown up.
It seemed like he had also grown a bit stubborn.
So, he chose to act like an old-fashioned person, sternly educating Jiang Qingyue. Early love was out of the question, and before reaching adulthood, his worldview had not yet taken shape. There was no way he would allow him to go down the wrong path so early. And then…
Ren Shuhan secretly slipped away to another place.
Later on, in order to avoid Jiang Qingyue, he rarely returned to this home.
He didn’t know how to face Jiang Qingyue because he found himself feeling guilty, yet Qingyue was still so young.
However, Jiang Qingyue wasn’t as conflicted. He liked it openly, entangled without reservation. He didn’t even come home during the holidays, staying in this house every day to draw and study, happily immersed in his busy life.
“Little Master is very busy now, even learning to cook recently,” Wen Xin reported to Ren Shuhan. “He even asked if your taste has changed.”
It hasn’t changed. Ren Shuhan thought, still liking him the way he is.
Later on, Ren Shuhan had an accident.
In that year, when Jiang Qingyue turned eighteen, he confessed to a new love, moved out of there, and began his new life. Meanwhile, Ren Shuhan moved back, preparing to spend the rest of his life here alone.
These seven years were dark, and oppressive, as if on the verge of molding.
The male lead was paranoid, obsessive, and had a reserved personality, these traits developed during this period.
But the painful times existed only in memories, and Ren Shuhan’s most vivid memories were from the genuine experiences he had in the previous ABO world. So, he didn’t feel uncomfortable.
Only Jiang Qingyue felt sorry for him.
However, today, Jiang Qingyue didn’t blame himself as he did last night. He was confident.
“If you had gotten closer to me earlier, it would have been so much better!” During dinner, after finishing his work, he remembered the events of the day and angrily scolded Ren Shuhan, “It’s all your fault for avoiding me before. Otherwise, how could I have gone crazy and confessed to someone else? Really, wasting so many years.”
Ren Shuhan protested, “Baby, I only got this ability last night.”
Perhaps influenced by memory binding, his wife’s acceptance of the fact that he had superpowers had been increasing.
“Well…”
Jiang Qingyue reluctantly forgave him but still wasn’t entirely pleased.
After all, if he had these abilities earlier, he wouldn’t have to continue sitting in a wheelchair.
As for whether there was a way to heal his legs, Jiang Qingyue didn’t ask because he guessed that if there was, Ren Shuhan would tell him. If he didn’t mention it, perhaps there wasn’t… and it wouldn’t be good to make him sad by asking.
However, in the evening, just as Jiang Qingyue was about to take care of him, Ren Shuhan suddenly smiled and said he wanted to tell him a secret – he wanted to eat navel oranges1The original written words kinda sound like…something uh… nsfw having to do with eating a certain body part that resembles a flower lol.
Jiang Qingyue: ???
“Can you even eat?” Jiang Qingyue asked, “You’re too tired. Let me do it.”
Ren Shuhan: ? I thought you wanted it in the first place. Who did you think was going to eat?
Jiang Qingyue’s thoughts were a bit scary, and although Ren Shuhan didn’t mind, he could do it himself now.
“Let’s go to the bathroom first,” Ren Shuhan suggested, he would understand what he meant later on. “You’ll be very happy.”
Happy new year everyone! Sorry for not updating these past months, I’ve been busy again ^-^
