TVMCC Chapter 109

“Yun Yi, stop haggling.”

Yun Yi finished the last stroke, took the drawing down, held it with both hands and presented it to Qin Jiangqiu, “Brother, can I exchange it for something good?”

Qin Jiangqiu glanced at it, feeling a bit disgusted in his heart.

This dog looked kind of stupid.

He didn’t want it.

But this was the first time Yun Yi had given him something, wouldn’t it hurt Yun Yi’s heart if he didn’t accept it?

Children were quite fragile inside, especially since Yun Yi also had depression.

Forget it, forget it, he should accept it.

Just as Qin Jiangqiu reached out, Yun Yi seemed to suddenly realize something and took it back, “Wait a minute, there’s one more thing I haven’t drawn.”

The drawing paper was placed back on the drawing board, a few strokes horizontally and vertically, and a dim black star appeared above the big dog.

Qin Jiangqiu only glanced at it, and a sudden pain came from the tip of his heart.

It was as if this star had cut open his heart, becoming a bloody hole, and the whistling wind seemed to take him to the Yun residence burned to ruins.

Making it painful for him to breathe.

Qin Jiangqiu suddenly took it, tore off the upper right corner in a second, the drawing paper was no longer complete, and the star was thrown on the ground as fragments.

He reached out and pinched Yun Yi’s chin, approaching him, and sternly said: “Yun Yi, you are not allowed to draw stars! Don’t ever draw stars for me in this lifetime!”

But the tone of his voice trembled, and his eyes were red, not fierce at all.

Yun Yi was slightly stunned, he looked at Qin Jiangqiu in front of him without speaking, his back straightened, his body leaned forward, and he sent his lips up.

Firmly touching Qin Jiangqiu’s lips.

“Got it, brother.”

Qin Jiangqiu blankly felt the strange touch coming from his lips, and when he wanted to deepen it, he saw clearly the still immature face in front of him, and his face suddenly turned completely dark.

He pushed Yun Yi away with a forceful hand, scolding: “Yun Yi, do you understand what you are doing!”

His lips were tightly pursed, like a respectable woman whose first kiss had been taken away, “You’re not learning well at such a young age, you’re only, you’re only…”

The tips of his ears turned red, the twenty-three-year-old man looked even shyer than Yun Yi.

Yun Yi was pushed and fell on the ground, although the carpet was laid so it didn’t hurt to fall, but it was enough to stun him to be treated like this by Jiangqiu for the first time in two lifetimes.

He looked at Qin Jiangqiu aggrievedly, his voice low: “Brother, you’re being fierce to me…”

Qin Jiangqiu’s anger dissipated completely, thinking of Yun Yi’s current age, it was like a basin of water poured over him.

Yun Yi didn’t understand anything.

The Yun Yi in his dream was still being educated about sex at nineteen.

He then squatted down and hugged Yun Yi in his arms, rubbing Yun Yi’s butt, “I overreacted, sorry.”

“Brother is not sincere.”

Qin Jiangqiu: “…”

He didn’t need to guess to know what Yun Yi wanted to say.

Sincerity was buying Yun Yi ice cream.

Thinking of the kiss that happened during the day, Qin Jiangqiu did not go to Yun Yi’s room after washing up in the evening, but stayed on his own big bed.

Dark bed sheets, dark duvet cover, obviously the same as before, but he now felt that this room was empty and cold without a trace of vitality.

Qin Jiangqiu lay on the bed looking blankly at the ceiling, his mind filled with Yun Yi.

The Yun Yi in his dream, the current Yun Yi.

He didn’t need to think carefully to know what Yun Yi’s body looked like.

And which mole was born where.

Also knew what the feeling of biting it would be like.

Qin Jiangqiu closed his eyes fiercely.

Still young, still young.

Can’t be a beast, can’t be a beast.

Half a minute later, Qin Jiangqiu cursed secretly and lifted up his pajama pants.

Yun Yi was destined to be his wife sooner or later.

Couldn’t kiss, couldn’t touch, but thinking about it was always okay.

The last scene that flashed through was the Yun Yi in his dream’s flushed face, and the red mole under his eyes that had been kissed.

On this day, Qin Jiangqiu, unsurprisingly, suffered from insomnia.

He forced himself not to think about Yun Yi, but the insomnia was serious, so serious that the area under his eyes was green.

At one thirty in the morning on the fifth day, Qin Jiangqiu pushed open the door of the guest bedroom.

He didn’t turn on the light, walked towards the bed, and when he saw Yun Yi slowly open his eyes and reach out to him calling “brother”, Qin Jiangqiu felt that he was not Qin Jiangqiu, but the Jiangqiu in his dream.

He was Yun Yi’s servant, Yun Yi’s prisoner, the Jiangqiu who was willing to commit suicide for Yun Yi.

Jiangqiu could give up the surname Qin for Yun Yi.

If the current Yun Yi needed it, Qin Jiangqiu thought, he would be willing.

The place where Qin Jiangqiu slept changed from the master bedroom to the guest bedroom again.

The sleeping position changed from lying flat to lying on his side, his arms were no longer empty, he hugged Yun Yi, and slept well every day.

Yun Yi was his treasure.

The treasure that he couldn’t live without.

Qin Jiangqiu took good care of Yun Yi.

The clothes were bought according to Yun Yi’s preferences, and so was the food, although Yun Yi was still picky about food and still couldn’t gain weight, but Qin Jiangqiu was patient.

Half a year later, Qin Jiangqiu took Yun Yi to the hospital for a check-up again.

It was still moderate depression.

Obviously Yun Yi was very happy every day, but why wasn’t he getting better?

Qin Jiangqiu held the examination report, looking at Yun Yi who was wearing a red sweater and eating ice cream egg waffles.

This was Yun Yi’s prior request.

He could come for the check-up, but his brother had to buy him ice cream.

The weather in April was still not warm, so Qin Jiangqiu bought this instead.

But the ice cream was almost finished, and the egg waffles hadn’t been touched.

Qin Jiangqiu couldn’t bring himself to say words of blame, he put away the examination report and squatted down in front of Yun Yi, asking with a gentle face: “Does Xiaoyi have any wishes?”

Yun Yi smiled, his lips turned red from the ice cream: “I hope brother lives a long life.”

He also made this wish for his birthday last winter.

As long as Qin Jiangqiu asked what his wish was, Yun Yi would only tell him this every time.

Qin Jiangqiu took the egg waffles with a little bit of ice cream left from Yun Yi’s hand, broke off a piece and fed it to Yun Yi, “Change it to another wish.”

Yun Yi thought about it seriously, and said vaguely while biting the egg waffle: “Then there aren’t any.”

Qin Jiangqiu sighed and picked up Yun Yi to walk outside.

The Yun Yi in his dream was a miser.

He was vindictive and couldn’t stand others saying a bad word about him.

The Yun Yi here was much softer in temperament, he was just clingy and loved to act spoiled, calling “brother” in a soft voice, and Qin Jiangqiu could dedicate everything to him.

The car started, and Qin Jiangqiu suddenly remembered that in the last part of his dream, Yun Yi would rather die than let Zhang Xiaonuo and Yun Cheng burn to death.

He turned his head and glanced at Yun Yi, those eyes were crystal clear, his small face was innocent and pure.

It shouldn’t be.

He tentatively asked: “Xiaoyi, who is Aunt Zhang that you mentioned before?”

“Stepmother, she’s the wife my dad married a month after my mom died.” Yun Yi’s eyelashes trembled, and he lowered his head, inexplicably lonely.

Then Qin Jiangqiu understood.

The lesion was here.

Five months later in the summer, H City’s Qin Corporation branch went public, becoming a strong opponent of Yun Corporation.

Qin Jiangqiu was handy in this regard, after all, the Wen Corporation was even more difficult to deal with than the Yun Corporation.

In less than a year, Yun Corporation faced bankruptcy.

Zhang Xiaonuo filed for divorce from Yun Chongshan, the latter was so angry that he fainted and was hospitalized.

When Qin Jiangqiu told Yun Yi about this, Yun Yi was squatting on the balcony taking care of the not-so-well-blooming roses that he wouldn’t let Qin Jiangqiu manage.

Yun Yi raised his head, still holding a small watering can in his hand, and asked in a normal tone: “My dad fainted?”