SCWP Chapter 6
by VolareLin Qichi was amused by Qi Feiyu’s words, but also felt a bit sorry for him, just as he felt sorry for himself, working non-stop all year round.
Qi Feiyu, however, thought he was being ridiculed: “Uncle Lin, what are you laughing at?”
Lin Qichi took Qi Feiyu’s cup, poured himself some water, and leisurely said, “Laughing at our shared plight.”
Qi Feiyu: “Will you let me go to the company?”
Lin Qichi: “Sure, but behave yourself in the company. Don’t slack off every day. It’s our own company.”
Hearing his words, Qi Feiyu’s feathers were smoothed. He tried to snatch the water from Lin Qichi, but was instead pressed onto the desk, facing the unfinished grade entries.
Behind him was Lin Qichi’s merciless voice: “If you have nothing to do, do it yourself. I’m going to wash up and get ready for bed.”
To maintain some dignity, Qi Feiyu sat up straight and looked back at him: “Uncle Lin, sometimes I really hate you.” Hating that he was like a block of wood.
Lin Qichi: “Half of this month’s living expenses will be deducted.” He shouldn’t die, right?
Qi Feiyu: “…That’s not what I meant.”
Lin Qichi: “No help, no use in being cute, do it yourself.” Anyway, there’s not much left.
Qi Feiyu turned his head to look at him, but could only see a back view, feeling that the next second he might even say, ‘I’m going to buy some oranges.’
Before Lin Qichi left, Qi Feiyu still said, “Uncle Lin, I love you.”
Lin Qichi seemed to have returned to his impervious, unyielding self: “Being cute won’t help either, do it yourself.”
Qi Feiyu: “Uncle Lin, you’re such a straight man.”
Lin Qichi detected a hint of danger in his words and turned around to ask him: “Otherwise? Are you bent?”
Seeing that he was finally getting the hint, Qi Feiyu almost cried. Although… Lin Qichi was originally his ideal type, no, his ideal type was built according to Lin Qichi. Since he wanted to dedicate himself to his “mom,” this should belong to him, right? Moreover, it was more to his taste.
Lin Qichi, who had been surfing the internet recently, had gained a lot of knowledge and quickly put it into practice: “Do you want to drink Chinese medicine or go get electroshocked?”
Qi Feiyu had been sticking to Lin Qichi from the beginning, and Lin Qichi didn’t have much awareness of privacy. Qi Feiyu knew everything he saw every day and was also most aware of the changes the internet had brought him: “You shouldn’t go online anymore. I should really take away your phone.”
Lin Qichi expressed his anger at this: “Are you trying to control me now?”
“Your internet addiction has really been getting worse lately. Don’t think I don’t know you’re going to watch videos in a while.”
Lin Qichi tried to argue: “Just studying a bit before bed.”
Having been tricked several times by his serious appearance, Qi Feiyu knew his thoughts clearly, but didn’t directly expose him: “Studying what? Big data algorithms?”
Lin Qichi suddenly had an inspiration: “That’s a good idea.” He immediately sent a message to his assistant, suggesting that the new direction for next month could be shifted from algorithms to machinery.
While Lin Qichi was editing the message, Qi Feiyu finished the last bit of the document. Lin Qichi had just finished editing his thoughts and sent them.
Having finished his business, Qi Feiyu slowed down again, slowly tidying up the desk and saying, “Uncle Lin, you go wash up first. Remember to blow-dry your hair before coming out.”
Lin Qichi asked him strangely, “Not together?”
After all, these past few days, Qi Feiyu had been pestering him to shower together every day, saying it would save time.
Qi Feiyu answered irrelevantly, “Uncle Lin, have you seen ‘Zhuge Liang Captures Meng Huo Seven Times’?”
Lin Qichi tried to pull his thoughts away from the messy fanfiction Qi Feiyu had sent him, and summarized surprisingly concisely: “Oh, you’re acting a bit like ‘feigning indifference to lure the enemy’ now.”
Qi Feiyu felt his molars aching a little and said through gritted teeth with difficulty: “Uncle Lin, sometimes I really want to know if you understand or not.”
Lin Qichi leaned against the doorframe, seriously scrutinizing his mission target, “You’ve grown up, huh.”
Qi Feiyu predicted that he was about to say something unpleasant, strode forward, and covered the words that hadn’t been said yet, positioning himself at a distance that was either for a kiss or a fight.
Lin Qichi calmly peeled off his hand, “You want to fight?”
Qi Feiyu aggrievedly stepped forward, hugging Lin Qichi’s waist, burying his head in the hollow of his neck, seemingly badly hurt, but actually secretly taking advantage.
“If you touch me again, you’re going back to your own room tonight.” Lin Qichi only felt very melancholy. He thought he was helping to raise a child. Ever since the last time he called him into the company, the Extremism Meter had only moved once, and hadn’t moved again for so long.
Qi Feiyu straightened up a bit, but he probably wouldn’t be able to hold it for more than a few seconds.
Lin Qichi was the type of particularly charming adult male, possessing an innate sense of calm after experiencing everything, especially captivating. Moreover, he naturally grew up within Qi Feiyu’s aesthetic standards, refined and arrogant in a way that made it difficult to look away.
“Qi Feiyu, don’t cross the line.” Lin Qichi just hadn’t been moved, he wasn’t blind to Qi Feiyu’s ambitious desire for him.
He just kept insisting on his bottom line: work was just work, he wouldn’t interfere too much, just play around.
But Qi Feiyu didn’t want to stop at a superficial relationship with him. The winter in the North was very cold. No matter what the original intention was, once he was determined, he would fear nothing, and he had to take him down.
“You just need a healthy view of love right now, you know?” Lin Qichi took a step back, widening the distance between him and Qi Feiyu.
Qi Feiyu pressed closer, not letting go of a single bit of space: “I think my view of love is normal right now.”
Feeling the cold touch coming from his back, he had reached the wall, there was no way to retreat. Lin Qichi tried to lecture him: “How does that saying go? ‘Dating without the intention of marriage is just playing around.'”
“Uncle Lin, do you know how ambiguous your words usually are? Otherwise, I wouldn’t have…” Qi Feiyu wrapped himself around him again, hugging him tightly, making Lin Qichi think of a snake that liked to strangle people.
“You wouldn’t have what? My words caused you, who was already harboring ill intentions, to develop a new misunderstanding?” Lin Qichi looked up at the ceiling, not looking at Qi Feiyu’s eyes, thinking about where his education had gone wrong.
Ultimately, was it caused by the habit of keeping the cubs close at all times to ensure their safety, brought about by the Infinite Flow World?
“Want to know?” Qi Feiyu’s eyes seemed to have gone mad, like a wolf cub who had been pretending all along and finally couldn’t pretend anymore.
Qi Feiyu turned Lin Qichi’s chin and bit hard on his long-coveted lower lip.
Lin Qichi could only feel the strong smell of blood for a moment. Besides his own, there was more. This little cub had broken his own lip too.
Lin Qichi’s hand, which originally wanted to slap down, changed to grabbing his hair hard and pulling him away, pushing him out under Qi Feiyu’s increasingly excessive offensive.
Qi Feiyu wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with the back of his hand, his eyes full of determination.
Lin Qichi suddenly remembered what caused the extremism. Was it really only the miscellaneous work at the school? Could those alone destroy the balance of a world?
Looking at Qi Feiyu, whom he had always raised as a psychologically unhealthy little cub, he suddenly had a bold guess. The extremism, in fact, was a psychological shadow.
Lin Qichi reached out, imagining usually going to pat Qi Feiyu’s head to comfort him, but Qi Feiyu warily dodged.
“Qi Feiyu, let’s be reasonable, you took the initiative to provoke me.”
Qi Feiyu had been spoiled by Lin Qichi before, and the tone of his voice revealed a grievance he didn’t notice, “You pulled my hair and pushed me.”
Lin Qichi misspoke for a moment, but seeing Qi Feiyu’s subconscious action of still wanting to dodge, his body preemptively pulled him over, “Be good, won’t pull your hair.”
“I’m going bald.” Qi Feiyu’s tone was mournful, glancing sideways at Lin Qichi.
“Still handsome.” Lin Qichi rubbed him, trying to smooth his fur.
“You still want to drag me bald.” Qi Feiyu was even more resentful, glaring at him fiercely.
“Oh, baby, don’t wrong me. My mouth is still bleeding.”
Qi Feiyu noticed the change in his address, unable to say whether he was happy or something else. On closer thought, it was mostly grievance.
Over on Lin Qichi’s side, he finally received the “Extremism Meter” notification after a long absence.
[Villain Extremism Index Statistics]
Villain Extremism Value: 78
Decrease Index: 10
Number of Decreases: 4
Cumulative Decrease Index: 30
Increase Index: 0
Number of Increases: 3
Cumulative Increase Index: 18
Lin Qichi felt as if he had found a clue, but he was not prepared to complete the mission in this way. He couldn’t bring himself to deceive a cub’s feelings.
If it was just unrelated to romantic love, just a senior’s tolerance and pampering, that was a matter of course. But when it came to romantic love, Lin Qichi would become suddenly timid.
He had seen too many heart-wrenching separations in the Infinite Flow World, and the thought of romantic love seemed to have become a very painful thing.
Because he was afraid of losing, he refused to try.
Qi Feiyu: “Uncle Lin, what if you took the first step?”
Qi Feiyu’s tone was tearful, but his face was smiling, pitiful, making one’s heart ache.
Perhaps he himself didn’t know whether he was more reliant on this person or had more desire to conquer him. But after this night, it was all infatuation.
Lin Qichi held Qi Feiyu’s face and made him look at himself, “Little Yu, I can’t respond to you. But if you’re good, we’ll still be like before, okay?”
“You’re really a heartless person.” Qi Feiyu thought his heart was about to break, but unpromisingly only felt relieved.
Lin Qichi leaned in and touched the corner of Qi Feiyu’s lips, without any thoughts mixed in, just a simple comforting kiss.
“Go wash up and sleep early, I’ll keep you company tonight.”
Lin Qichi’s words pushed Qi Feiyu step by step into the abyss, but Qi Feiyu couldn’t help but indulge in the hurricane on the edge of the cliff. Knowing that what was ahead was eternal damnation, he indulged in the momentary comfort of being wrapped in the wind.
Qi Feiyu thought about many endings, but what marked the end was just a simple syllable: “Okay.”