What Bad Intentions Could a Spoiled Little Brat Possibly have? - Chapter 12.2

As soon as he touched the Adam’s apple, his hand was caught and flung away. Fu Zheng’s face instantly turned sour, and he scolded coldly, “Behave.”

The hard-won tenderness vanished instantly with Fu Zheng’s reprimand. Cheng Huai began to act spoiled and entitled again, frowning as he complained, “You’re yelling at me again!”

Just as he finished shouting, he felt a burning pain in his palm and mouth. Cheng Huai’s eyes immediately turned red with grievance, and he buried his face in Fu Zheng’s neck, rubbing against him clingily.

“Brother, it hurts…” Cheng Huai rubbed against Fu Zheng’s neck, calling out delicately.

“Where does it hurt?” Fu Zheng pinched the back of Cheng Huai’s neck with two fingers, forcing him to look up. Then he pulled down the wrist that was wrapped around his neck, squeezed it from top to bottom, and finally, his gaze fell on Cheng Huai’s palm. His expression darkened.

“My hand hurts, and my mouth hurts.”

The smell of blood from the oral erosion came from time to time. Whenever Cheng Huai’s tongue touched it, it burned. Before Fu Zheng returned, his attention had been entirely elsewhere, so he hadn’t felt the pain at all. Perhaps Fu Zheng’s embrace made him let his guard down, and the delayed physical pain finally triggered his nerves.

Fu Zheng pinched his cheeks, his thumb crushing against his full lips, forcing him to look up as he commanded, “Open your mouth.”

Cheng Huai obediently opened his mouth. A warm, moist breath blew over, mixed with a hint of sweetness and a slight metallic tang of rust. Fu Zheng inspected the area and saw the patch of soft flesh he had bitten; the damaged area was slightly red and swollen, seeping with fine threads of blood, looking rather battered.

Cheng Huai’s tongue rested against his lower teeth. Being stared at by Fu Zheng made him uneasy. The pink tongue arched slightly, the tip curling unconsciously before lightly licking the edge of the adjacent wound. This movement created a faint ripple in his mouth, causing the entire surface of the tongue to be coated in a layer of moist luster.

Fu Zheng let go, looking at him with an unfriendly gaze. Cheng Huai’s skin was too soft and sensitive; just pinching it for a moment had left two red finger marks.

Looking at Fu Zheng’s somewhat cold face, Cheng Huai leaned in aggrievedly and rubbed against his chest, explaining without much conviction, “Brother, I didn’t mean it, I was just careless…”

After saying this, he looked up with teary eyes, as if he would burst into tears the moment Fu Zheng scolded him again.

Fu Zheng didn’t want to deal with him. He pried apart the legs wrapped around his waist and walked straight to the living room to get the first aid kit. First, he changed the medicine on Cheng Huai’s palm—the scar from the cigarette burn was gradually healing then he took out an oral spray and gave the wound two spritzes.

As the medicine began to take effect, Cheng Huai shrank back to escape, but with Fu Zheng pinching his chin, he had nowhere to hide. The stinging sensation was too intense; tears instantly flooded Cheng Huai’s eyes, and his legs flailed as he kicked at Fu Zheng.

Fu Zheng’s eyes turned red from the commotion. In the past, he would have pinned the boy to the bed to discipline him, but seeing how much Cheng Huai was crying out in pain, he simply held his legs down and warned, “Don’t act up!”

Cheng Huai gasped in pain, whimpering and sobbing. Fu Zheng felt irritated by the crying. He stopped what he was doing and, without offering any comfort, looked at him expressionlessly.

Cheng Huai’s lips trembled, and he immediately settled down. He stopped crying out in pain, though his eyes were still filled with tears. Every time Fu Zheng sprayed, he would grab Fu Zheng’s collar and shiver.

“Endure it, and don’t lick it.” After Fu Zheng finished applying the medicine, he packed up the first aid kit and then dumped the purchased vegetables into the sink. “You’re not allowed to eat the foie gras sushi.”

Cheng Huai wouldn’t listen and licked the wound with his tongue. It immediately caused him to frown in pain. He covered his face, not daring to act out again, and asked indignantly, “Why?”

“Because you don’t learn your lesson.” Fu Zheng glanced at him and said crossly, “From now on, every time you get hurt, one of your favorite dishes will be docked.”

“I don’t want that!!” Cheng Huai exploded in anger. It wasn’t like he did it on purpose!!

Fu Zheng ignored his protest. Without changing his clothes, he simply rolled up his sleeves and started cooking. During the process, he even took two work calls.

Cheng Huai sat back on the sofa in a huff. The more he thought about it, the more upset he became. He stared straight at the busy figure at the island, but the other man didn’t even spare him a single glance. The living room was filled only with the intermittent sounds of cooking, interspersed with a few lines of Fu Zheng’s elegant voice on the phone.

After the meal was ready, Fu Zheng called him over to eat. He himself put down his rolled-up sleeves, grabbed his phone, and headed toward the entryway.

Cheng Huai sat at the dining table. Just as he picked up his chopsticks, he felt something was wrong. Only one set of bowl and chopsticks was laid out, and Fu Zheng was walking further and further away. Alarm bells immediately went off in Cheng Huai’s head, and he asked hastily, “Brother, aren’t you eating?”

Fu Zheng had already grabbed his car keys and said, “No, I have things to do.”

Cheng Huai slammed his chopsticks down with a clatter. “What kind of business do you have that you don’t even have time for a meal!”

Fu Zheng said blandly, “I have an engagement.”

Cheng Huai pressed, “What kind of engagement? Male or female?”

Fu Zheng avoided the heart of the matter and replied, “Just leave the dishes when you’re finished; I’ll clean up when I get back tonight.”

“Brother!!”

Cheng Huai shouted toward the door, but Fu Zheng only left him with the view of his resolute back.

Cheng Huai gritted his teeth and rubbed his hair into a mess as if he were going crazy. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He kicked the chair next to the dining table, but when he turned around and saw the food laid out on the table, his violent temper suddenly vanished.

The foie gras sushi he loved his brother had still made it for him.

For several days in a row, Cheng Huai hardly saw a sign of Fu Zheng. Either Fu Zheng was already gone by the time he woke up in the morning, or he hadn’t returned by the time Cheng Huai was so tired he fell asleep.

In less than a week, Fu Zheng only appeared during mealtimes, and each time he would just cook for him and leave in a hurry. No matter how slow Cheng Huai was, he could tell that Fu Zheng was avoiding him.

He was at the end of his rope, and his temper grew shorter and shorter. During the brief moments they shared before meals, he couldn’t say a single nice word. He had tried acting spoiled, and he had tried making a scene, but Fu Zheng remained consistent. Cheng Huai began a unilateral cold war with him.

It wasn’t until the day before military training ended that Fu Zheng came home unexpectedly early.

Cheng Huai was in the study, clacking away at the keyboard. He didn’t want to talk to Fu Zheng and had directly brute-forced the password to Fu Zheng’s computer. To his surprise, when Fu Zheng found out, instead of getting angry, he had an attitude of “do whatever you want.”

Cheng Huai had nowhere to vent his anger. Every conversation with Fu Zheng felt like punching a piece of cotton. He had no choice but to take it out on the keyboard, typing with such force it seemed like he might break it. The scrolling code on the screen looked like lines of vicious curses. Hearing the door handle turn, Cheng Huai looked up toward the study door.

Fu Zheng stood outside the study, looking somewhat haggard. He appeared at a time he usually wouldn’t, and for a moment, Cheng Huai was dazed. It took him two seconds to react and call out, “Brother.”

Fu Zheng saw him sitting at the computer looking focused. He didn’t ask what he was doing, only said, “Come and change your clothes.”

“For what?” Cheng Huai asked dully, though he still stood up obediently.

Fu Zheng looked at him steadily for a few seconds before saying, “We’re going to the hospital.”

Fu Zheng had seriously considered Yu Chuan’s suggestion and believed that regular follow-up exams were indeed necessary. With military training coming to an end and Cheng Huai about to return to school, it was a good time to go to the hospital to check on his physical condition.

Cheng Huai changed his clothes and followed Fu Zheng to the car. After several days of a cold war, Cheng Huai was full of resentment and started looking for trouble as soon as he got in. The air conditioning was on, and he complained it was too cold. When Fu Zheng turned the temperature up, he complained it was too hot. Nothing looked right to him.

Fu Zheng’s face was somber. He said, “Stop being difficult.”

He gave a detailed account of the arrangements: “Military training is over. I’ll take you back to school tomorrow morning. You can leave your things at home for now. If you want to come back, you can do so anytime.”

Cheng Huai glared at him.

Fu Zheng parked the car downstairs at the hospital and said to himself, “Starting tomorrow, I’ll arrange for someone to deliver your meals every day.”

Cheng Huai didn’t say a word. He lowered his head to unbuckle his seatbelt; he didn’t want to eat a single bite of food made by anyone else. To express his dissatisfaction, he slammed the car door shut with a bang. He didn’t know where he was going, so he just put his head down and walked forward.

Fu Zheng got out of the car behind him, grabbed his collar directly, and like picking up a little chick made him turn around on the spot.

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