The Wealthy Old Man Carried a Child After His Divorce - Chapter 3

Bai Yifeng was dreaming.

In the dream, he was moving through a gale. The wind, which should have been piercingly cold, felt scalding against his face. It seemed as though it would burn his skin at any moment, yet he remained unharmed.

He felt miserable. Something seemed to be latched onto the back of his neck, biting down hard. Sharp fangs pierced the tender flesh of his nape. He expected blood to pour out, but when he reached out to touch it, he felt nothing.

Gradually, the searing wind swept him up. He could feel nothing else; he could only breathe along with the flow of the air. The wind enveloped him, tossing and turning him until he was nearly dizzy. Then, just as suddenly, the wind stopped, finally showing mercy and allowing him to fall into a deep sleep.

In the haze, he glimpsed a figure with horns on its head, but he could not see the face clearly. Finally, everything faded into darkness.

Bai Yifeng slept until he woke up naturally. His eyelids felt heavy, and it took several minutes before he managed to open his eyes. Above him was an unfamiliar ceiling with beige wallpaper and a minimalist chandelier.

“This is not the Fang residence,” Bai Yifeng murmured to himself. He turned his head to look around. The place did not look like a hotel or a guesthouse; it seemed more like a temporary residence that was rarely visited.

Wait.

Bai Yifeng suddenly remembered what had happened. He quickly activated his artificial intelligence brain link. The date had changed from October 17th to October 18th.

An entire night had passed. Was Louis looking for him? Where was this place? Who had brought him here?

Bai Yifeng tried to sit up, but to his surprise, he failed. He slumped back onto the bed, eyes wide as he tried to recall the previous day’s events. First, he had discovered he transmigrated into a book. Then, Louis took him out to dinner. He used an excuse to run away. The food, yes, someone had drugged the food.

He raised a hand to rub his forehead, only to realize his hand was not only aching but covered in strange marks. They were blue, purple, and slightly red. Had someone beaten him while he was asleep?

No. Rather than marks from a beating, these looked more like hickeys.

Fireworks went off in Bai Yifeng’s brain, crackling so loudly he thought he might short-circuit. Had he really had a one-night stand with someone while unconscious from the drugs?

He raised and lowered his hand several times until he felt slightly more comfortable. He could not stay like this; he had to leave. At that moment, he felt incredibly grateful to be a Beta. He would not be bound by the marking ties between Alphas and Omegas. Generally, Betas are not easily marked, and even if a mark is made, they are not easily controlled by an Alpha.

Bai Yifeng looked around but could not find his clothes or anything else to wear. The room was large, but there were no wardrobes or closets in sight. Being used to poverty, he lacked the experience to realize there was such a thing as a walk-in closet.

Finally managing to crawl out of bed, he supported his aching waist, which felt as if a bull had trampled him and dragged him across the ground a dozen times. He stood before the open walk-in closet, staring at the three walls lined with neatly organized clothes, hats, and shoes. He was speechless.

He was currently naked. He did not need to look to know the marks on his body were far worse than those on his wrists. Bai Yifeng had been a virgin until his death and subsequent transmigration; he could not fathom how these marks were made. Regardless, he could not wander around naked. He did not know when the owner of the house, the other party from last night, would return. He grabbed a large, long-sleeved shirt and threw it on. He tried to find pants, but there were none in his size.

Everything was too big.

“…”

Fine. He would wear a “skirt” for once. He had already been slept with; surely wearing one of the man’s shirts was not asking too much.

Yesterday, he had only eaten a few nutritional meals, which were hardly filling. After a night of “hard labor,” the Beta was so hungry his stomach was sticking to his back. He had to find something to eat. Given how cold and empty the house looked, he expected to find only emergency rations.

Despite his low expectations, after politely checking every room without rummaging through private drawers and finding only a box of compressed biscuits, he almost decided to just starve to death.

He absolutely would not go back to the Fang family, nor would he contact anyone associated with them. He would not even contact Louis. Bai Yifeng still had not figured out Louis’s role; he seemed responsible, but his intentions were unclear.

He took out a compressed biscuit. As he tore the packaging with his teeth, he checked his notifications. Surprisingly, no one had contacted him.

Confused, Bai Yifeng took a loud bite of the biscuit. His waist still ached, and his legs were too weak to stand. Seeing that the carpet was brand new and dust-free, he simply sat on the floor. Before he could even chew, he heard the sound of the front door opening. He looked up instinctively.

A man who looked remarkably like Fang Yang walked in. However, instead of Fang Yang’s ordinary black hair, this man had long, straight golden hair tied into a low ponytail at his left ear, draping over his shoulder and chest.

Was this man really Fang Yang’s brother?

Bai Yifeng could neither swallow nor spit out the biscuit in his mouth. Before he could react, the man had already picked him up and placed him on the sofa.

“The floor is clean, but it is not comfortable to sit on.” The man picked up the bags he had set down to carry Bai Yifeng and headed toward the kitchen. “Those biscuits were left by a comrade of mine; he did not have time to take them. Swallow what is in your mouth and do not eat any more. I will cook you a real meal.”

“Excuse me,” Bai Yifeng struggled to swallow the dry biscuit and called out. “Is your name Fang Xu?”

The man paused and then smiled. “Sister-in-law, do you not recognize me anymore?”

“My memory is a bit blurry. Perhaps it is a lingering effect from an illness,” Bai Yifeng began to fabricate a story. He suddenly realized that amnesia was a very useful excuse; it explained any strange behavior. “And do not call me sister-in-law.”

The man knitted his handsome brows. He set the groceries down and walked over step by step. Only then did Bai Yifeng realize how tall he was. Bai Yifeng was 187 centimeters, yet this man was nearly a full head taller.

The sense of pressure deepened as the man approached. Bai Yifeng held his breath. A moment later, a dry, warm hand pressed against his forehead. Bai Yifeng looked down, unsure of the man’s intentions, until he heard a sigh of relief.

“Good, you have no fever. I cleaned you up last night.”

Bai Yifeng was stunned. He thought this was something they would both just tacitly understand. How could this man just say it out loud?

“Why are you looking at me like that? It was my first time too, but I have plenty of theoretical knowledge.” The man, Fang Xu, lowered his hand and stood before him with one hand on his hip, laughing. “In the military, to prevent accidents, this is taught in the very first lesson.”

Bai Yifeng finally remembered he was a soldier. He watched Fang Xu take the groceries into the kitchen. He found himself following, leaning against the doorframe to watch the man cook with unfamiliar floating flames and hot oil. He was speechless and did not know what to say. Although he and Fang Xu had shared a chaotic night, this was, in a literal sense, their first time meeting.

“Do you want something sweet or spicy?” Fang Xu looked at him.

Bai Yifeng blinked, coming back to his senses. “Sweet.”

Fang Xu did not say another word, but soon the kitchen was filled with a sweet aroma. The scent made Bai Yifeng’s stomach growl; the compressed biscuit from earlier now seemed utterly tasteless. He did not know how to cook; back in his world, he worked so much overtime that he was lucky to eat a warm takeout meal. He never had the time to study culinary arts.

“Brother Feng, I called you that when I was a child. Can I still call you that now?”

Fang Xu’s sudden voice startled Bai Yifeng. He looked at the food in the pan and nodded. Realizing Fang Xu was looking down at the stove and could not see him, he added, “As you wish.”

“Brother Feng, did you meet anyone yesterday?” Fang Xu turned off the flame, plated the food, and began preparing a second dish without looking up. “Your state yesterday was very wrong.”

“I think I was drugged,” Bai Yifeng whispered. It was awkward to talk about. He felt embarrassed, but Fang Xu acted very naturally. Seeing that he did not want to elaborate, Fang Xu did not push. Instead, he brought the finished dish over and leaned in close to Bai Yifeng’s face. “Are you still in pain?”

Bai Yifeng thought to himself, “I was slept with all night, how could I not be in pain?”

“I will apply some medicine for you later.” Fang Xu could tell what he was thinking just by his expression. Looking at those close, thin lips, he forced down the urge to kiss him. He straightened up and walked past him. “Go ahead and eat. The other dish is spicy for me; do not wait.”

Bai Yifeng looked at the kitchen and then at the man. Ultimately, he could not resist the temptation of a good meal and sat at the table. As he sat, Fang Xu quickly reached out to pull the hem of the oversized shirt. “Watch your legs.”

“…”

Thank you for reminding me I am not wearing pants.

Bai Yifeng’s ears turned red. He took the chopsticks and spoon, looking down at the meal. Even though it was “sweet-style,” the vegetables and eggs were distinct and looked delicious.

It tasted even better. By the time Fang Xu finished his own portion and joined him, Bai Yifeng had already finished half his plate. Fang Xu watched his bulging cheeks and could not help but lean his head on his hand and chuckle softly. Bai Yifeng looked up at him, swallowed, and said, “Do not talk while eating; you will choke.”

“It is so nice. How long has it been since you scolded me like that?” Fang Xu made this random comment. Bai Yifeng’s spoon paused as he waited for an explanation. Fang Xu smiled. “It is so miserable following my brother. Why do you not follow me instead? I will definitely take responsibility for you, Brother Feng.”

“…”

How is there someone trying to steal their own brother’s wife?

“You do not want to?” Fang Xu’s tone sounded a bit hurt. Bai Yifeng had a hallucination that the man had dog ears and a tail wagging behind him, like a puppy seeking a reward.

Bai Yifeng put down his spoon and spoke carefully. “I have already divorced Fang Yang.”

“Is that so?” Fang Xu shifted his hand to the other side of his face. “But when I called home yesterday, my brother was throwing a fit, all because of that divorce agreement you left behind.”

Bai Yifeng was stunned. No wonder no one had contacted him; it turned out Fang Xu was the one reporting the situation.

“My brother only thinks I am looking after you. He would never imagine that I have taken care of you inside and out,” Fang Xu said. “Do you want to divorce him? Do you want to escape him?”

Bai Yifeng did not hesitate for a second. “Yes.”

“Then stay with me.”

Bai Yifeng pursed his lips. Switching from Fang Yang to Fang Xu, they were both from the Fang family. What would be the difference?

Fang Xu stood up and came over to him. He took Bai Yifeng’s hand and placed it over his own heart. His muscles throbbed beneath his palm, and his gaze was intense. “Say yes.”

“This is coercion.” Bai Yifeng tried to pull his hand back, but Fang Xu’s grip was too strong. Hearing those words, Fang Xu did the opposite of what was expected; he knelt before him, resting his cheek against Bai Yifeng’s bare knee.

He stared up with watery eyes. “Please, Brother Feng? Pretty please?”

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