The Big Shot and His Brothers All Love Me - Chapter 3

Lian Yuan hadn’t actually passed out completely.

A hazy consciousness and intense stimulation had left his hands and feet weak, leaving him with no choice but to let Meng Fang knead and mold him however he pleased.

He was also astonished by Meng Fang’s exuberant energy and immense strength.

After an unknown amount of time in the bathroom, Lian Yuan was wrapped in a bath towel and carried out. Because the steam was gone, the temperature in the air suddenly dropped several degrees, and he instinctively shivered.

He heard Meng Fang give a satisfied, pleasant, light scolding: “Have some backbone!”

Meng Fang took a few steps to the bedroom, pulled up the quilt that was bunched up with the pillows at the head of the bed, and wrapped him up tightly.

Lian Yuan had mentioned the matter of changing the sheets to Meng Fang a second time.

Meng Fang picked him up—quilt and all—to move him to the sofa. Lian Yuan’s radar went off, and he used his meager remaining strength to resist: “Dirty!”

The sofa was for sitting on when wearing clothes meant for going out, it carried dust from outside. Lian Yuan usually only got into bed after changing into pajamas.

Earlier, when Lian Yuan helped the drunk Meng Fang into bed, it had been out of necessity.

Lian Yuan had taken off his overcoat, but the pants were difficult to remove without it feeling like he was being a rogue, so he had just wiped him down with a clean towel.

Meng Fang glanced at the person who suddenly had the strength to hug his neck. Seeing the finger marks on the tender shoulder peeking out from the quilt, his patience grew even more.

Adjusting his position, he cradled him with one arm, supporting him as if holding a child.

With his other hand, he pulled the blanket off the bed, tossed it onto the sofa, and then placed the boy into the nest of blankets.

He looked back at the bunched-up blanket on the sofa, went back to fold it neatly into a square until it felt right, and then got into bed as well.

Both were in a state of utter honesty and exposure, but the feeling was completely different.

Lian Yuan’s brain was extremely excited, but his body had already gone on strike.

Meng Fang, on the other hand, was excited in both body and mind. He pulled Lian Yuan, who had drifted to the edge of the bed far away from him, back into a solid embrace, stroking him from his neck all the way to his thighs, finding himself extremely satisfied with every part.

Terrified of being put through it again, Lian Yuan was trembling. His throat was hoarse, and his words were barely audible.

Meng Fang listened carefully to realize he was begging for mercy. With a hint of regret, he continued to stroke here and there to satisfy his hands: “I won’t move you. Just sleep.”

Lian Yuan felt at ease. He leaned closer to the other man; the quilt wasn’t large, and if the distance was too great, the wind would leak in.

Furthermore, he really liked being pressed against Meng Fang.

This man seemed harder than him everywhere, but he was hot as a furnace. Leaning against him on a cold day was exceptionally comfortable.

Pressed tightly against him, an indescribable sense of happiness welled up in his heart.

This happiness actually didn’t have much to do with Meng Fang himself. It was just that he had been lonely for too long. Suddenly being deeply occupied and embraced—coupled with a very satisfying body and temperature—was like eating an exceptionally delicious meal. His pores were all comfortably open.

Later, he drifted into a dream where he had turned into a large steamed bun, being kneaded and bitten by a big dog.

In reality, Meng Fang was that big dog. It wasn’t necessarily that he wasn’t satisfied.

It was just that he had suddenly acquired such a good-to-touch, fun person. He was satisfied with everything. Touching wasn’t enough, so he picked out his favorite spots to kiss and bite repeatedly.

He had personally washed him, he was very clean.

This lasted until the room brightened.

The orange curtains, which looked cheap and ugly, were not very thick. When the sun shone on them, the orange took on a brightness, filling the room with warm light.

Meng Fang checked his phone, it was already nine in the morning.

Sunlight was, of course, better than lamplight. Meng Fang lifted the quilt to appreciate his bed partner.

Lean but not weak, white as if he rarely saw the light, with long limbs and a tiny waist—he was delicate everywhere.

If it weren’t for the fact that he hadn’t acted like a human last night and left many marks, the boy would truly be as beautiful as a work of art.

As the person shivered—likely from the cold—Meng Fang reluctantly covered him with the quilt and hugged him to sleep.

Lian Yuan woke up in the afternoon, woken by hunger.

But the temperature inside the quilt was truly lovable. It wasn’t the dry heat of an electric blanket, but the warm fragrance of a human body. His face was buried in the man’s chest, with only a patch of his forehead feeling a bit cool.

He couldn’t move. Just a slight kick of his leg made the soreness across his entire body begin to resurface.

Lian Yuan didn’t want to disturb Meng Fang. Although he was uncomfortable, out of the ten points of effort required last night, Meng Fang had actually contributed nine.

Struggling and working hard, he quietly got up.

Fortunately, the sun was strong during the day, and the room temperature had risen significantly.

Lian Yuan planned to get dressed first and then order some food.

Delivery… porridge?

There was a seafood porridge place that was exceptionally delicious. Lian Yuan had gone once when they offered a discount and had never forgotten it, but it was too expensive, and he hadn’t been able to bring himself to eat it since.

But Meng Fang had given him a good meal, so he should provide a good meal in return.

He temporarily set his budget for the delivery at around a hundred yuan, he couldn’t afford any more than that.

His thoughts were slow, and his movements were slow. After fumbling for a long time, he had just sat up when he was pulled back down.

The darkness of night can extend many things and make many thoughts less inhibited.

But now that it was daylight, Lian Yuan felt very embarrassed. He didn’t even dare to look into Meng Fang’s eyes until he was pressed onto the bed again. Before he could react, his back was once again against a hot and broad chest, and the program had begun.

Lian Yuan felt that the contrast between him and Meng Fang was likely tofu versus iron.

Then he thought, perhaps because it was Meng Fang’s first time—the first time, everything is relatively novel.

As for Lian Yuan himself, his interest in anything was only slight. Whether it was the first time or the thirtieth time, there wasn’t much difference.

In this moment of distraction, his jaw was pinched by Meng Fang and tilted from side to side.

The man’s brow lowered, looking somewhat angry: “It’s my fault.”

Lian Yuan looked up: “What?”

Meng Fang, who had originally been worried he couldn’t take it and had restrained himself, did not answer, but his movements became heavy and fierce.

By the time Lian Yuan understood why Meng Fang had suddenly become like this, he was already speechless. He could only bite Meng Fang’s finger to express his protest.

He didn’t dare to bite for real, fearing he would hurt him.

In his dazed state, he agonized over whether to reduce the delivery fee to eighty or add twenty yuan for the extra session that had just occurred.

Eventually, Lian Yuan ordered 123 yuan worth of delivery.

He had a bit of a selfish motive. While Meng Fang was there, he ordered the things he usually wanted to eat but hadn’t tried or was curious about.

Altogether, it came to that much.

The house wasn’t large and had no dining table, only a four-legged square table that served as both a desk and a dining table. The table was quite high with a light blue glass top—a style of furniture that was very popular about ten years ago.

Lian Yuan wore a loose sweater and wool pants. He leaned tremulously against the table, watching Meng Fang who was sitting on the edge of the bed, occasionally replying to messages and taking calls.

The man was dressed now too. His posture sitting on the edge of the bed was very good-looking.

With legs that long and a broad back, and a voice that was concise and powerful, he was the kind of person who looked very formidable at a glance.

Lian Yuan stared blankly at Meng Fang, reflecting on his one-night stand experience.

This was a completely foreign territory for him, but fortunately, the person he encountered was decent.

Of course, this didn’t mean he would do this frequently in the future. This one time was enough to savor for a long time.

Lian Yuan categorized this as a beautiful accident.

There was a knock at the door. Meng Fang went to open it while still on the phone.

After bringing back the delivery bag, he was surprised it was so large and placed it directly in front of Lian Yuan.

He simply stood at the table and continued his call. One hand slid under Lian Yuan’s collar, stroking the shallow tooth marks on Lian Yuan’s spine.

Lian Yuan didn’t even have the strength to hold his head up. He let him touch as he pleased, struggling to untie the delivery bag.

Because he had ordered so much, the merchant used the thickest type of delivery bag and tied it in a dead knot.

A few seconds later, Meng Fang finished his call. He twisted the handle of the delivery bag a few times until it became thin and hard, then pushed it back through. The first loop untied, and the second loosened naturally.

Lian Yuan gave him an admiring look.

In the past, for these kinds of dead knots, he would either tear them open or cut them.

He felt he had learned a new skill.

Later, when the plastic lid of the porridge was stuck too tight, Meng Fang was the one who opened it.

He ate elegantly but very quickly.

Lian Yuan had little appetite. Although he was still hungry, he didn’t eat much, thinking that fortunately there was a refrigerator at home—the leftovers would be enough for two more meals.

This could be considered saving money.

In a while, maybe he could call a car for Meng Fang. A clean break.

Seeing that he had stopped eating, Meng Fang asked: “What is your bank account number?”

Lian Yuan looked up at him.

His eyes were tea-brown, with a translucent quality under the sunlight. However, the owner of these beautiful eyes was sometimes slow to react and didn’t understand Meng Fang’s meaning at all.

He had long forgotten about the millions Meng Fang had mentioned before they started.

Meng Fang didn’t realize this; after all, they hadn’t spent much time together. He thought Lian Yuan’s silence was due to apprehension.

He pondered the terms to make them comprehensive.

He didn’t have much experience in this area, but he had heard and seen plenty.

While playing with the tip of Lian Yuan’s finger, he said: “One million a month, paid monthly. As for when it ends, we’ll see as we go. The month it ends will still be one million.”

As for a contract, it was unnecessary.

He wasn’t the type to mistreat people, especially someone so suited to his tastes. Even if Lian Yuan regretted it, he could afford to lose a million.

Lian Yuan didn’t speak for a long time. He understood as soon as Meng Fang said it.

Even though he lived in a thousand-yuan-a-month old, broken, small apartment, sometimes when he wrote articles, the protagonists were quite wealthy, and there would be these ‘you provide the person, I provide the money’ scenarios.

But for the scenario to appear in real life was still too surreal.

So, Meng Fang’s “fifty” and “one hundred” from last night were real?

To be honest, given Meng Fang’s conditions—this body, this strength, and that… natural talent—Lian Yuan would have been willing to pay him.

But conversely, Meng Fang’s needs were so intense that Lian Yuan doubted if he would have kept his life last night.

His thoughts were a mess.

One million. That was half the price of a decent house in An City.

Lian Yuan had always wanted his own house, but with his own income, it might take four or five years just to save for a down payment.

Lian Yuan was tempted—both by Meng Fang as a person and by the money.

But he was still a bit afraid, he had never done this before.

Morally, he had no constraints. The him of a year ago and the him of today already had two completely different attitudes toward life.

Seeing Lian Yuan remain silent, Meng Fang’s gaze gradually turned cold.

This was a person he liked quite a bit, but he had always been self-disciplined and wasn’t a sucker.

However, for the sake of really liking him, he was willing to spend a bit of energy listening to Lian Yuan’s long-winded haggling.

Of course, one million was the limit.

As far as he knew, unless the person being followed was a popular artist, this price was high.

The porridge was still hot, emitting wisps of steam. The atmosphere was already very quiet.

Lian Yuan wanted to eat well and wear good things, to look after himself properly. In the past, he had lived for others, but certainly not now.

But conscience was another matter.

He touched Meng Fang’s long, powerful fingers that were still pinching his own. Even the fingernails were trimmed so well; he was practically a celestial being.

Lian Yuan looked at the celestial being’s long, thick black eyebrows, then his gaze fell on the pitch-black eyes.

He had a good impression of people who didn’t harm him. For Meng Fang—who had bathed him, laid the sheets, and been so intimate—he felt an even more indescribable sense of responsibility.

In a quite earnest, advising tone, he suggested: “Do you want to think about it again? One million is a lot. I’m not that good.”

Furthermore, he liked to have everything spoken clearly and understood.

Once settled, it wouldn’t change.

If Meng Fang regretted it, then so be it. Lian Yuan thought he would still call him a car. But if it was settled, he would feel at ease accepting the money and wouldn’t lose sleep over it.