TVMCC Chapter 108

Chapter 108: The Right to Be Loved

Chapter 108: The Right to Be Loved

Yun Yi looked at the broad back in front of him and leaned forward.

Qin Jiangqiu walked slowly, his hands firmly supporting the bend of Yun Yi’s legs.

The person on his back was very light, almost effortless, but for some reason, Qin Jiangqiu’s pace slowed down naturally, taking steady step after steady step.

Yun Yi lay on Qin Jiangqiu’s shoulder, looking at the black hair in front of him, and quietly reached out to touch it.

He wanted to see if Qin Jiangqiu still had two cowlicks.

And if he was still stubbornly headstrong.

Yun Yi’s silence made Qin Jiangqiu a little unaccustomed.

Usually, this kid chattered non-stop, but today he was unusually quiet.

He shrugged his shoulders, touching Yun Yi’s face, “Are you hungry?”

Yun Yi wrapped an arm around Qin Jiangqiu’s chest, his slender white fingers swaying as they walked, “A little…”

His voice was low, as if he was really exhausted.

Qin Jiangqiu only had to lower his head slightly to see the hand in front of him.

Why was a little boy so fair-skinned?

Qin Jiangqiu quickened his pace, controlling himself from looking at Yun Yi’s hand, and asked, “What do you want to eat?”

Yun Yi thought for a moment, tilted his head, and asked in a pleading tone, “Brother, is porridge okay?”

“Sure.”

“I want to drink vegetable porridge, the kind that’s cooked very soft.”

In that instant, Qin Jiangqiu remembered the morning he dreamed of Yun Yi, how someone who had never cooked before went to the kitchen to cook porridge as soon as they left the bedroom!

He refused expressionlessly, “No.”

“But you just said yes, brother, a man can’t say no.”

Qin Jiangqiu: “…”

“Yun Yi, are you being good?”

Yun Yi didn’t speak for a long time, and when he spoke again, his tone became aggrieved, “I was wrong, I’m being good.”

He said, muffled, into his neck, “Brother, don’t be angry.”

The hot breath hit below his ear, causing a layer of fine goosebumps to rise on that patch of skin.

Qin Jiangqiu suddenly stopped and forcibly put him down, “Yun Yi, stand properly!”

Yun Yi stood still, his eyelashes fluttering as he looked at Qin Jiangqiu, his expression seeming to say, if you dare to scold me, I’ll cry in the next second.

Qin Jiangqiu sighed inwardly.

Looking into those eyes, he couldn’t say a single word of rejection.

It was like an instruction that had been downloaded into his body.

Love Yun Yi, cherish Yun Yi, love this spoiled, crying little madman!

He took Yun Yi’s hand and walked home, “Alright, let’s have porridge.”

Yun Yi’s eyes curved into a big smile as he walked beside Qin Jiangqiu, “Thank you, brother!”

Qin Jiangqiu slowed his pace, keeping it consistent with Yun Yi’s.

In the morning light, a morning full of vigor and hope, he held Yun Yi’s hand and went home.

Halfway there, Qin Jiangqiu pulled a handful of small green vegetables that someone had planted from a flower bed full of vegetables. Perhaps afraid of being seen, he didn’t even pick them, stuffing them directly into the pocket of his black sweatpants, getting a little mud on his fingers and pants, looking a bit disheveled.

Yun Yi followed behind, laughing quietly, not making a sound.

Only when they got home did Qin Jiangqiu take out the wrinkled, folded green vegetables from his pocket, look at Yun Yi’s smiling face, and reach out to pinch it.

His tone was fierce, “What are you laughing at?”

Yun Yi bit his lower lip with his pearly teeth, suppressing his laughter, but his eyes were bright and curved, his expression lively, and his small face seemed to be dyed with a beautiful color.

Qin Jiangqiu’s heart trembled, and he turned and went to the bathroom.

That morning, the bathroom was colder than ever.

Qin Jiangqiu came out, shivering, changed his clothes, put on an apron, and resigned himself to making porridge for Yun Yi.

His movements were skilled, the ratio of rice to water seeming to be engraved in his bones.

Yun Yi stood by and watched, his slightly brown hair a little long, covering his eyebrows, hanging obediently in front of his forehead, making his face look even more delicate and small.

Qin Jiangqiu reached out and rubbed it, “Do you want to get a haircut after you eat?”

“Whatever brother says.”

“Then why don’t you go to school when I tell you to?”

Yun Yi blinked, explaining naturally, “Because there’s no brother at school.”

Qin Jiangqiu felt like he was done for.

Two years, two years.

Qin Jiangqiu muttered silently, Yun Yi was still young, he couldn’t be a beast.

The rice was truly cooked soft and mushy as Yun Yi had said, and the green vegetables were added last, their color verdant.

Yun Yi looked at the porridge in front of him, stirred it with a spoon, and tears fell without warning.

The porridge that morning was sweeter than ever before.

So sweet that Yun Yi’s heart went numb, ready to burst forth.

Many employees of the Qin Corporation recognized Yun Yi, not thinking of him as Qin’s future wife, but more like a younger brother.

On Yun Yi’s first day, he ordered milk tea for the department’s employees, and after gaining their favor, he contentedly took two cups to Qin Jiangqiu’s office.

Inside the office, near the floor-to-ceiling windows, there were many packing boxes, as well as unopened paintbrushes and paints.

Qin Jiangqiu sat at his desk, not even lifting his head, and said, “It’s for you, unpack it yourself.”

Yun Yi didn’t ask why he suddenly bought him an easel and paintbrushes, but went over and placed one of the milk teas in front of Qin Jiangqiu, mimicking his tone, “It’s for you, unpack it yourself!”

Qin Jiangqiu looked up at those beautiful eyes and smiled helplessly.

This kid, no matter how old he got, would never allow himself to be taken advantage of.

Half of the office had been sectioned off and covered with a thick carpet, with a soft sofa, a bookshelf filled with books, and now an easel.

It was Yun Yi’s exclusive space, a place where he could take off his shoes and go barefoot.

Yun Yi sat on the carpet, unpacking little by little.

Qin Jiangqiu had bought a lot, buying everything he could use and everything he couldn’t.

Yun Yi set up the easel and sat on the carpet. The only sounds in the room were the rustling of the charcoal pencil on the paper and the occasional clicks of the mouse and keyboard.

After finishing the last contract, Qin Jiangqiu got up and quietly walked behind Yun Yi.

On the easel, a husky was taking shape, but just by looking at its eyes, you could tell that this dog wasn’t very smart.

“When did you learn to draw?”

Qin Jiangqiu’s sudden voice made Yun Yi’s hand tremble. He turned his head and looked at Qin Jiangqiu’s probing eyes, explaining, “There was an artist uncle at the Yuanai Sanatorium, he drew the best.”

Remembering the man who died by his paintbrush, Yun Yi lowered his eyes.

The paintbrush was the artist’s hope and his sustenance, but in the end, he ended his life with it.

The sanatorium lost a thirty-year-old artist and gained a fifteen-year-old student.

Yun Yi had observed many times through the barbed wire fence, and after the artist died, he began to clumsily learn on the ground with his fingers, a study that lasted five years.

The artist uncle drew animals the most beautifully.

There was a shadow of the artist in his paintings, so of course they wouldn’t be bad.

Qin Jiangqiu didn’t ask any more questions, and patted Yun Yi’s head with some affection, “Let’s go eat.”

Yun Yi raised his hand and grabbed Qin Jiangqiu’s wrist. Those who are favored can use the right to be loved at any time, and Yun Yi was no exception.

He licked his lips, “Brother, can I have ice cream after we eat?”