Wild School Boy Was Picked Up And Brought Home By His Professor Chapter 18

Chapter 18: They Have a 36-Year Age Gap!

Inside Xie Chun’s office.

Several photographs were scattered across the ebony desk.

In the photos, Lin Yi was sitting in the passenger seat, and a blurry male silhouette was leaning close to him, appearing to be kissing him from the angle of the back view. Two-thirds of Lin Yi’s face was visible, and he was still recognizable despite the dim lighting.

However, the lighting in these photos was poor, and the Maybach’s unique anti-peeping windshield made the man close to Lin Yi appear only as a vague back of the head, making identification impossible.

One of the photos clearly captured the Maybach’s license plate number.

Yu Feng gently placed a document in front of Xie Chun, his tone carrying a rare caution. “Mr. Xie, this Maybach is registered under a German pharmaceutical agency company. Because this involves a cross-border investigation, the information might have some discrepancies, so after you hear it… please try to remain calm.”

Having followed Xie Chun for nearly seven years, this was the first time Yu Feng had seen his usually composed superior show such prolonged hesitation on his face.

Xie Chun frowned slightly, his voice laced with forced composure and a hint of mockery. “What? Don’t tell me the person my son is dating is the German Chancellor? Is that why you’re being so cagey?”

Yu Feng cleared his throat awkwardly. “It’s not that serious. In terms of age, he is… a bit younger than the current German Chancellor.”

“What do you mean?” Xie Chun started to lose his composure. “Is he really some incredible big shot? Does he have that kind of ability?”

“It’s the age. He’s younger than the Chancellor, but…” Yu Feng coughed again, seemingly finding it difficult to speak.

“He is… older than you… This is the basic information of the legal representative of that pharmaceutical agency company.”

Xie Chun practically snatched the stack of documents.

The first page was filled with dense German text, like an indecipherable script.

He quickly flipped to the second page, where the Chinese translation read:

[Legal Representative: Shen Yizhong]

[Company Name: Minghui MediLogix Pharma Solutions]

…

Yu Feng added, “The cross-border investigation faced considerable resistance. What we can confirm so far is that this person named Shen Yizhong is a doctor, 58 years old this year…

His specific hospital affiliation is unknown. He had one entry record two months ago. Based on limited travel information, we estimate he returns once every year or two. He seems to be permanently residing in Berlin, Germany.”

Fifty-eight years old!!

Xie Chun felt as if all his strength had been suddenly drained, and he slumped back into his leather chair, his mind a mess:

Could it be that Lin Yi lacked fatherly love growing up, leading to a psychological deviation, which is why he sought out a man old enough to be his father?

When did this start? Why didn’t he ever mention it? No wonder no matter how much I pressed the lawyer, the client refused to meet—he didn’t want to show his face.

Thinking this way, Du Xiaoman actually dared to extort a capitalist who had “one foot practically in the grave.” She truly overestimated herself.

Yu Feng noticed Xie Chun’s worry and suggested softly, “Mr. Xie, perhaps I should call Lin Yi in? He’s just a kid, going through rebellious adolescence, taking a wrong turn temporarily. You should guide him properly.”

Xie Chun closed his eyes wearily, opened them a few seconds later, and swallowed, letting out a short syllable: “Mhm.”

Not long after, a deliberately loud knock sounded outside the office door.

Immediately following, Lin Yi’s intentionally raised voice, loud enough for employees in the open-plan office outside to hear, came through: “Mr. Xie, you called for me!”

With a bang, the door closed.

Lin Yi, who had appeared respectful moments ago, instantly reverted to his true self. Like a boneless cat, he flopped onto the leather sofa, adopting a lazy posture that screamed intense dissatisfaction with Xie Chun flying back overnight from the US because of the Du Xiaoman incident.

“What do you need me for? It’s my first day of work today, I’m busy with a million things!”

Xie Chun silently scrutinized his son.

Lin Yi was wearing a striking dark green leather jacket today, with a long string of metal tassels hanging from his wide leather belt, jingling with his movements.

On the bottom, he wore ripped jeans with staggered cuts that outlined his sharp leg shape. Lin Yi didn’t bother taking off his avocado-colored baseball cap; the brim was pulled low, obscuring part of his eyes and brows, but it couldn’t hide his vibrant youthful energy.

Xie Chun felt a mix of emotions: As expected of my son, Lin Yi. Naturally beautiful, and an art student. This outfit… how unique, how impactful!

Where would those conventional old men have seen such a lively young person? They must be incredibly attracted to and fond of my son’s distinct temperament.

I give him plenty of pocket money. He wouldn’t be looking for someone this old just for money, would he?

Could it be… could it really be because I was too busy with my career when he was little and lacked companionship and care, which led him to…

Lin Yi felt uneasy under his father’s complex, indecipherable, and somewhat murderous gaze. He stood up. “If you don’t have anything else, I’ll get back to work.”

With that, he started walking toward the door.

“Sit down.” Xie Chun stood up, his voice sounding abrupt due to his annoyance.

Lin Yi jumped. “…Is there something else?”

Realizing his tone was too harsh, Xie Chun quickly forced an “amiable” smile onto his serious face. “Dad hasn’t had a good heart-to-heart with you in a long time. Sit, let’s just chat.”

“Mr. Xie, we are at the company right now. Let’s keep work and private matters separate. You shouldn’t call yourself Dad here,” Lin Yi retorted stubbornly, deliberately drawing a line with his choice of address.

Xie Chun didn’t get angry; he was skilled at using flanking maneuvers.

He started by asking about Lin Yi’s studies, moved on to his future career plans, and finally… purposefully steered the conversation toward relationships.

Sure enough, when Xie Chun asked if he was dating a boyfriend, he caught the fleeting look of unnaturalness on Lin Yi’s face.

This subtle change in expression instantly chilled Xie Chun’s heart by half, but he maintained his fatherly patience and gently advised, “Xiao Yi, the old saying still holds true: when choosing a life partner, it’s best to find someone close in age.”

“After all… a five-year gap is a small generation gap, ten years is a huge chasm. If the difference is… over thirty years, that’s even harder to cross than the Mariana Trench. It’s really not suitable…”

Lin Yi found his father strange today, speaking incoherently and then randomly testing his geography knowledge? It was completely baffling!

Lin Yi said, “You know that? I thought you didn’t. You’re already in your forties, and Du Xiaoman is a year younger than me. According to your theory, the chasm between you two must be second only to the Mariana Trench… maybe that stinking ditch downstairs?”

Xie Chun: “…”

He asked in a provocative tone, “Mr. Xie, do you think you two are suitable?”

…

The conversation ended here, a complete failure.

Throughout the afternoon, Lin Yi could feel an invisible gaze.

Xie Chun was ostensibly conducting a capitalist’s inspection of the entire company, but his eyes constantly and subtly swept over Lin Yi’s workstation, as if he were monitoring him specifically.

However, this oppressive atmosphere eased as closing time approached.

Yu Feng hurriedly left the company with Xie Chun, and Zhang Zexuan followed them. He promptly reported the itinerary to Lin Yi, saying they were going to meet an important client.

As soon as the workday ended, Lin Yi bolted.

His heart had already flown downstairs.

In the drizzling rain, he stepped out of the lobby and immediately spotted the figure standing by the streetlamp at the company entrance.

Since the company was close to home, Shen Beidao hadn’t driven, walking over alone with an umbrella.

The continuous night rain was like silk and mist, weaving into a hazy, glowing fog under the dim yellow streetlamp.

Shen Beidao held a black umbrella, his black trench coat blending into the night. Only a slight wet sheen fell on his shoulders, making his figure appear tall and slender… but he still strongly resembled a Doberman waiting for its owner to get off work.

Lin Yi saw him instantly.

He didn’t even wait for Shen Beidao to walk over, rushing into the fine rain.

He jogged, eagerly throwing himself into the arms that opened for him.

He accidentally knocked the umbrella to the ground, and the slightly cool rainwater instantly dampened his hair and shoulders, but it couldn’t cool the heat in his heart.

Lin Yi looked up, his eyes filled with starlight and longing. “I missed you so much after one day, boyfriend.”

Shen Beidao hugged the young man, who carried the slight coolness of water vapor, even tighter. The umbrella tilted slightly, shielding him from all wind and rain.

He lowered his head, his gaze gentle, and responded in a low voice near Lin Yi’s ear. “Me too. Shall we go home?”

“Then let’s hurry, it’s a bit cold today,” he said, naturally hiding in Shen Beidao’s embrace.

…

The door closed behind them, shutting out the coolness of the rainy night.

The unlit entryway was dark, with only the glow of the streetlamp seeping in from the window, outlining their hurried silhouettes.

The black umbrella that had been knocked down lay forlornly nearby, no one bothering to fold it up.

Shen Beidao pressed him against the cool door panel, one hand tightly gripping his waist, embedding Lin Yi into his embrace. The other hand urgently ran through his slightly damp hair. The next second, hot lips and tongue aggressively covered his…

The kiss was not gentle, eliciting a muffled groan from Lin Yi. His breath was suddenly stolen, and the fierce entanglement forced out wet, slick sounds…

Shen Beidao’s breath wavered near Lin Yi’s ear, suppressed. “Are you still cold now?”