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These Werebeast Gongs Are Rogues CH 117 Training

After speaking, Lei Jin didn’t spare Mingya another glance. He sat down with Grapes in his arms and fed him some milk fruit juice. Zhu Xi soon brought out dinner from the kitchen—thick corn porridge and large chunks of roasted meat.

Lei Jin casually invited the young female to stay for dinner, seating him right beside Mingya. Throughout the meal, Mingya never once introduced the female, though Zhu Xi referred to him as “Luka.” Luka seemed particularly interested in the corn porridge, repeatedly asking what it was. After all, it had been brought back from the Wolf Tribe, and most of the Leopard Tribe hadn’t tasted it before.

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Lei Jin observed coldly and noticed that Luka was quite a straightforward person, helping himself to two extra servings and earnestly praising the food.

After dinner, Lei Jin politely instructed Mingya to escort Luka home. Then, carrying Grapes, he returned to his room and firmly bolted the door from the inside.

This season, Xia Wei had been left behind to guard the tribe during the spring hunt, much to Mura’s delight. The two had been inseparable lately, even skipping meals to stay together. When Mingya returned, Mura was deep in conversation with Roger, showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. Sure enough, Roger glanced up and told Mingya to go to sleep in his own room.

Mingya tentatively pushed the door, but Lei Jin pretended not to hear. Throwing tantrums? A little jealousy? He could handle that. A bit of playful sulking might even add some spice, and he was willing to indulge it. But Mingya had crossed a line this time.

Lei Jin hated being threatened. Bringing another female home had trampled all over his boundaries. In the past, he would’ve cut ties without a second thought. He’d seen every trick in the book when it came to competing for favor—Mingya’s little act wasn’t even worth his attention.

After listening for a moment and hearing nothing but the howling wind outside, Lei Jin finally relented. The grasslands were freezing at night, and despite his anger, he couldn’t leave Mingya out there.

He opened the door to find Mingya curled up on the doorstep, hugging his knees. The moment he saw Lei Jin, he scrambled to his feet.

“Are you an idiot?” Lei Jin suppressed a pang of guilt and yanked Mingya inside by the collar. Would he have stayed out there all night if he hadn’t come out?

“Are you really planning to hold a bonding ceremony with Luka?” Though he already suspected the answer, Lei Jin still wanted to give Mingya a chance to explain.

“En.” Mingya nodded, eyes fixed on the bamboo cup of hot water in his hands.

“Fine. Sleep in Xiya’s room tonight. Grapes’ asleep in the inner room, so I can’t make space for you. Tomorrow, you can either move out and build your own place, or we’ll move out and leave this house to you.” Lei Jin closed his eyes briefly, then reopened them with a forced smile.

“Mingya will move out,” Mingya quickly added as Lei Jin turned to leave.

“We’ll talk tomorrow. I’m exhausted.” And he was—spending half the day cutting bamboo with the tribe’s females, then coming home to this mess. What a day.

Despite his fatigue, sleep wouldn’t come. Earlier, he’d been too angry to think clearly, but now, doubts crept in. Mingya wasn’t some scheming modern brat. He’s too simple-minded for that. How could he come up with such a stupid, dramatic plan? What was really going on?

Frustrated, Lei Jin kicked off his blanket, only to immediately regret it when the cold seeped in. Just as he was about to retrieve it, Mingya tiptoed over, picked it up, shook it out, and draped it over him again.

Still irritated, Lei Jin kicked it off once more. Mingya covered him again. This back-and-forth continued until Mingya finally realized Lei Jin was just picking a fight. Clutching the blanket, he stood by the bed, utterly lost.

“You trying to freeze me to death?” Lei Jin finally snapped after tormenting him enough.

Mingya hurriedly wrapped the blanket around him.

“Now it’s all cold from you gripping it. How am I supposed to sleep?” This was pure pettiness on his part.

“Mingya can warm it by the fire?” Mingya suggested anxiously, falling right into the trap. There was no helping it.

“And what will I use in the meantime?” Lei Jin glared. If I can’t sleep, neither can you.

Mingya’s lashes fluttered, eyes shimmering with unshed tears, completely at a loss.

“Take off your clothes and get in here. Warm me up.” Lei Jin was determined to make Mingya suffer for his earlier stunt.

Too afraid to refuse, Mingya obeyed without question, slipping into bed stiffly. Lei Jin sprawled over him without a second thought and promptly fell asleep, leaving Mingya rigid beneath him, arms awkwardly splayed.

Only when Lei Jin’s breathing evened out did Mingya dare to pull him closer, muffling his own quiet sobs against Lei Jin’s shoulder. I can’t let go. No matter what, I can’t.

Feeling Mingya’s trembling, Lei Jin sighed inwardly. You little dummy. What’s really going on? How could I ever trust someone else with you? Even if you won’t tell me, I’ll figure it out eventually.

The tribe didn’t know how to smelt iron. The few iron tools they had were dug up near the temple, patched together haphazardly. Making the kind of iron traps Lei Jin envisioned was impossible, and he knew it. That’s why he’d asked Jia He for alternatives.

Roger often said the people here weren’t lacking in intelligence—just ideas. With a little guidance, they could create remarkable things.

Lei Jin agreed wholeheartedly, especially when he saw the bamboo trap Jia He had devised after days of tinkering. It consisted of four sturdy, flexible bamboo slats—two flat ones forming a base and two arched ones held apart by a thin bamboo strip. When triggered, the strip would snap, clamping the trap shut on unsuspecting prey.

The only downside? It was basically disposable, likely breaking after one use.

Despite minor squabbles, the tribe banded together in times of crisis. Hearing about Lei Jin and Jia He’s “set-and-forget” traps—and recalling their previous fishing success—many volunteered to help.

Since the catch would be shared, Lei Jin welcomed all hands. His fishing feat hadn’t made him a legend, but it had earned him goodwill. The tribe’s straightforward nature meant kindness was repaid in kind. Those who genuinely cared for the community were cherished in return.

They set up workshop by the river—plenty of space and easy access to bamboo. Lei Jin divided tasks: elders watched children and cooked, younger females split between cutting bamboo and fishing, able-bodied males patrolled, and the elderly or disabled worked with Jia He on traps. The riverbank buzzed with activity.

Watching Lei Jin’s enthusiasm, Roger felt a spark of motivation. Despite twenty years here, he’d rarely participated in communal efforts. Physically present but emotionally detached. Now, seeing Lei Jin’s wholehearted involvement, it seemed that he had taken the inferior path. He was not as free and open minded as Lei Jin, who tried every means to leave when he was determined to leave, and worked hard here when he was determined to stay. Twenty years had passed, and maybe he should finally let it go. Although it was a bit late, it was better than living in his own world all his life.

“What’s making you so happy?” Lei Jin asked, pausing mid-chop with his stone axe. Roger’s rare smile seemed to soften years of stubborn resentment that always seemed to clinging to him

“Focus on your work. Since when did you become such a busybody?” Roger rubbed his cheek self-consciously. Was his smile weird?

“With our relationship, of course I’d look out for you.” Lei Jin clapped Roger’s shoulder amiably.

“What ‘relationship’? At most, you’re my sons’ wife,” Roger shot back, emphasizing the last word.

“Then we’re in-laws.” Lei Jin, shameless as ever, smirked. The tribespeople nearby had no clue what they were bantering about anyway.

Roger choked on his own breath, momentarily speechless.

“Hey, your husband’s getting stolen,” Roger teased when he spotted Luka sidling up to Mingya.

“Who’s whose husband isn’t set in stone yet. Maybe you’ll end up having to marry off all three of your sons to me as my wives,” Lei Jin retorted, barely sparing the pair a glance. Let Mingya play his little game.

Privately, Roger thought, even if you’re the husband in name, you’re still the one getting pinned down. But given his own history, he kept that to himself.

As the saying goes, know your enemy and know yourself. Lei Jin had learned a lot about Luka’s background through hints in the past few days. However, it seemed that Luka secretly didn’t like Mingya very much. Although he didn’t say it explicitly, his words and deeds show that he felt distaste for Mingya’s limp.

At first, Lei Jin thought Luka had a pretty appearance, but now he was increasingly displeased. Nothing about him looked right, and none of his facial features were in the right place. He was not even worth a single hair on the little guy’s head, yet he still dared to look down on the little guy.

That day they produced four to five hundred bamboo traps. Some were placed in the mountains for pheasants, but most were set in the grasslands for rabbits. Hares were creatures of habit, sticking to familiar paths and avoiding disturbed earth. The traps were strategically placed along their usual routes, lightly covered with fresh soil.

By morning, the results were decent. Some traps remained untouched, others broken—but roughly a third had caught prey. Over a hundred rabbits and two dozen pheasants. Not enough to go around yet, but the tribe was patient. Success today meant more tomorrow.

Between fishing, trap-making, and digging for field mice, they weathered the food shortage better than previous years’ desperate waits for hunting parties to return.

“Mingya hasn’t come for his medicine in a while. He must’ve figured it out,” Chunji remarked during Grapes’ acupuncture session.

Given Mingya’s recent behavior, the implication was clear.

Lei Jin realized he had always taken Mingya for granted. His affection had been the easiest, the most transparent—no masks, no defenses. Lei Jin had accepted it thoughtlessly, even planning to leave without considering Mingya’s feelings, only thinking about Moya and Xiya.

At first, he’d treated Mingya like a child to be cared for. But during their journey to the forbidden area, roles had reversed—clumsily, Mingya had looked after him. He had always underestimated him, thinking he was just a kid even after they became intimate. Now thinking about it, he had truly ignored the fact that Mingya had his own thoughts, his own heart.

“Lei Jin, what’re you thinking about? Come eat!” Mura waved a skewer of sizzling snake meat, its fat dripping enticingly.

The tribe had worked hard lately, so Mura had rallied the females for a feast. Last year’s fruit wine, though tasting an odd rotten sweetness, was the only alcohol available. Lei Jin, restless, had already downed a small jar.

But it wasn’t enough to get him drunk, so when Mingya appeared, Lei Jin saw him immediately.

“Here, have this. It’s ready.” Mura handed him a roasted rabbit leg, knowing Lei Jin disliked snakes and rodents.

“Thanks, Mura.” Lei Jin’s limbs felt pleasantly heavy as he leaned into Mura’s shoulder. The female smelled faintly of fresh grass—pleasant and calming.

“Mura, you smell nice.” Lei Jin’s voice was low, the name rolling off his tongue with deliberate softness. And combined with the faint look of intoxication in his eyes, Mura found his face flushing crimson. “I—I gathered herbs last year for bathing. If you like, I can give you some tomorrow.”

“Sure.” Lei Jin smirked, pressing a light kiss to Mura’s cheek.

“Lei Jin, you’re drunk!” Mura covered the spot, even more flustered.

“Maybe a little.”

“If only you were a werebeast. You’re capable, handsome—even if you’re not as strong, we’d still want you.”

“That’s true!”

“Yeah! Lei Jin, come sit with us!”

The young females who had become very familiar with Lei Jin these days also came over without any hesitation. Relying on the fact that they were females and had no taboos, they got close to Lei Jin and cuddled against him intimately, joking around. The older ones also fanned the flames.

Never one to refuse affection, Lei Jin threw his arms out and hugged one on the left and one on the right. He spoke in an interesting way, which made the young females next to him laugh in his arms.

Mingya stood not far away, his face frowning, his eyes never leaving Lei Jin. He didn’t even notice Luka approaching.

“Come eat with me, Mingya. You can walk me home later,” Luka said. After weeks together, he’d grown fond of Mingya—though the leg still bothered him.

“I’m taking Lei Jin home,” Mingya replied flatly, eyes never leaving Lei Jin.

“But you said he’s your brothers’ mate!” Luka protested, grabbing Mingya’s arm.

Mingya looked at him without any emotion. Didn’t Luka say that as long as he helped his family catch fish and rabbits, he would help him lie? This was Luka’s idea. The deal was over now, so why was he still here?

“Lei Jin’s calling me.” Though he was speaking to Luka, his attention was always on Lei Jin. The moment Lei Jin beckoned, Mingya shook off Luka and hurried over.

“I’m drunk.” That a drunk could clearly and generously say that he was drunk—he really was quite talented.

“Mingya will carry you home.” He crouched obediently.

Good boy. Lei Jin bid the group farewell, then climbed onto Mingya’s back with deliberate possessiveness. Once out of sight, he pinched Mingya’s ears hard.

“Ow! Lei Jin, stop!” Mingya yelped.

“Don’t ever let me catch you touching another female again,” Lei Jin growled, conveniently ignoring his own behavior moments ago.

Mingya stayed silent.

“So Mingya’s grown up and doesn’t listen anymore, huh?” Lei Jin nipped his earlobe, then soothed it with his tongue. “Does it still hurt?”

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Mingya shivered. “N-no.”

“Then tonight, I’ll see for myself just how much you’ve grown up.” Lei Jin’s alcohol-tinged breath ghosted over Mingya’s neck as he pressed a kiss below his ear.

Mingya stood frozen, skin burning, heart hammering, completely lost on how to respond.

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These Werebeast Gongs Are Rogues CH 116 Mingya’s Boldness

A light rain fell in the evening—the first rain of the year. But because it was still early spring, the weather didn’t feel any warmer. Instead, the cold seemed to intensify.

Mura and Zhu Xi weren’t home for dinner. Ever since Zhu Xi had spoken those words that afternoon, Roger’s expression had remained indifferent. At the table, he only mentioned once, “I wonder where they’ve gotten to by now.”

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Lei Jin was also a little worried, but he knew that bad weather alone wasn’t enough to pose a real threat to those strong werebeasts. Besides, he wasn’t the type to dwell on things. Asking him to constantly fret over this was impossible. So after dinner, he dragged Mingya back to their room as usual, ready to sleep.

Every step sent a burning pain through his lower half. If Xiya and Moya were still home, they definitely wouldn’t have gotten off so easily. But since they were gone, all Lei Jin could do was grit his teeth in frustration.

The whole family knew what had happened, but for the sake of his already tattered dignity, Lei Jin had to pretend nothing was wrong all day. The moment they were back in their own room, though, he collapsed onto the bed, not wanting to move.

He remembered that there was still some of the medicine Chunji had given him last time—not the first batch, which had long been used up, but a newer one he hadn’t gotten around to trying yet. Now, it seemed, it would finally come in handy.

Groaning, Lei Jin rubbed his sore lower back and got up, rummaging through a corner of the cabinet until he found the bottle.

I really need to train harder, he lamented silently. If this keeps up, I won’t even be able to get out of bed. Dealing with two beasts was already inhuman treatment—no, three beasts.

Thinking of the third one—who was still sulking—and then looking at the medicine bottle in his hand, Lei Jin felt another headache coming on.

“Put Grapes in his crib. It’s time for him to sleep,” he said to Mingya. “Then come help me.”

Mingya didn’t understand, but he was used to obeying Lei Jin’s words, so he placed Grapes down obediently and walked over. “What do you need me to do?”

Lei Jin lay face-down on the bed and handed him the medicine, squinting slightly. “Help me apply this.”

Even Mingya wasn’t so dense as to not know where this medicine was meant to go. Especially since Lei Jin had already lifted the hem of his tunic, waiting for him to undo his pants.

Mingya stared blankly at the exposed strip of waist—smooth, elastic, and deceptively soft despite its usual strength. He clenched his fists, about to refuse, but Lei Jin cut him off.

“I can’t do it myself. Or do you want me to go out and find someone else to help?”

“No! You can’t let others see!” Mingya immediately snatched the bottle from his hand. Without another thought, he pulled Lei Jin’s pants down to his knees.

Lei Jin buried his face in his arms, smirking in triumph. Still so easy to handle this little dummy.

But it did hurt. Should he really go through with this tonight? If little dummy thought some more, he would realize that Lei Jin could hardly find anyone else.

Mingya regretted his actions almost instantly. The medicine bottle in his hand felt scalding, and he desperately wanted to throw it away. But it was too late now. Trembling, he coated his fingers with the ointment and carefully applied it to Lei Jin’s still-reddened entrance.

The intrusion made Lei Jin grimace in pain, but the cooling effect of the jade mugwort ointment at least made it bearable.

Mingya’s heart pounded wildly. The familiar warmth and tightness that had once clenched around him so pleasurably now lay vulnerable under his fingertips.

“What are you thinking about? Your face is practically flushed red,” Lei Jin teased, propping himself up slightly with a knowing smirk.

Mingya instinctively squeezed his legs together and shook his head rapidly.

“Really, nothing?” Lei Jin clearly didn’t believe him. His hand slid down, brushing against Mingya’s lower half through his clothes. The obvious hardness beneath his palm made his own heart skip a beat.

Maybe he shouldn’t have provoked him.

But it was too late to back out now. So, feigning nonchalance, he flicked it lightly and said, “Quite energetic, huh?”

Lei Jin’s stubborn pride really was his greatest weakness.

Mingya gasped sharply, his eyes darkening with barely restrained desire.

“Want me to help you?” Lei Jin hooked an arm around Mingya’s shoulders, grinning mischievously. His intention had been to offer a hand lest he ended up suffering tonight.

But the moment he saw the fire in Mingya’s eyes, he knew he’d made a mistake. He really should’ve known this little guy had zero self-control when it came to him. And still he provoked him, it really was suicidal.

Yet when Mingya pounced, biting his neck possessively, Lei Jin sighed and gave in. Fine. It’s my fault he’s like this anyway. If he wants it, I’ll give it to him.

Relaxing his body, he closed his eyes and let Mingya press him into the bed, surrendering to the hungry kisses.

Mingya frantically tugged at Lei Jin’s clothes, nearly tearing them in his haste. Lei Jin’s face darkened and he quickly stopped him.

“Xiya already ruined one set yesterday. If you tear this one, I’ll have nothing to wear tomorrow!” There were only so many changes of clothing to go through.

Mingya nodded, but his hands refused to leave Lei Jin’s body, roaming greedily instead. Seeing his state, Lei Jin knew reasoning was pointless. He pushed Mingya back slightly and sighed. “I’ll undress myself.”

But just as he’d loosened a few knots, someone knocked on the door.

Mingya seemed to snap out of his daze, leaping off the bed like he’d been burned. He glanced between Lei Jin and himself, looking so miserable he might cry. Without a word, he wiped his face and went to answer the door.

Lei Jin rubbed his chin, suddenly feeling like he was the one who’d just tried to force himself on Mingya. Who could be here at this hour?

He quickly retied his clothes and got out of bed.

“Lei Jin, are you still awake?” Mura, who had left in the afternoon and just returned, walked in.

“Yeah, just finished dinner. Can’t sleep yet.” The lie sounded painfully hollow. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to collapse onto that bed and sleep for days. If not for Mingya he likely would have by now.

“What’s the matter? Why are you here so late? It’s raining and freezing out.” Lei Jin noticed Zhu Xi standing behind Mura and poured them both hot water, grabbing a handful of pine nuts as well. It was a gift from Moya but Lei Jin really wasn’t the type to be idly snacking on nuts.

Mingya still hadn’t come back in. Lei Jin glanced toward the door.

“Mingya said he’s going to sleep at Uncle Roger’s place,” Mura said, crunching on pine nuts like a squirrel.

“Keep it down, Mura. Can’t you see Grapes’ asleep?” Zhu Xi lightly smacked his hand.

“It’s fine. He sleeps like a log. Won’t wake up that easily.” Don’t know if it was because the child was born weak, but he slept a lot. Sometimes he slept for most of the day without moving, which scared Lei Jin half to death.

But Mura still sheepishly put the nuts down and lowered his voice. “My papa has something to discuss with you.”

Zhu Xi then pulled out a long string of blue-green turquoise beads from his pocket and handed it to Lei Jin. “This is for little Grapes.”

Lei Jin had seen turquoise in his past life, but such a long strand of flawless beads was rare.

“Grapes is still too young for this,” he declined, already guessing the real reason for their late visit. This must be from An Bu.

Sure enough, Zhu Xi said, “Mura and I both adore Grapes. Don’t overthink it. We came now because we were afraid Roger wouldn’t allow it—since it’s from An Bu.”

Lei Jin grew even more puzzled. None of this made sense. Unable to hold back, he ventured, “Aren’t you… upset?”

Zhu Xi’s eyes dimmed slightly, but Mura just laughed. “Why would we be upset? We’re thrilled! Just look at Grapes—it’s clear Moya is Dad’s son. Just because I’m not Dad’s biological child doesn’t mean I can’t be happy he has one.”

Lei Jin was so shocked his eyes widened.

“What, you didn’t know? The whole tribe knows. My birth father died during a spring hunt like this one. Daddy An Bu grew up with Papa. Later… later they became mates.” It was likely Mura didn’t know the full details either.

Lei Jin accepted the turquoise for now—after all, it was a gift from Grapes’ granddad. He’d ask Roger tomorrow. If Roger really objected, he could always return it.

But Mura insisted on staying the night, and Lei Jin agreed. Back in his past life, he’d shared beds with strangers plenty of times. Mura was undeniably a beauty—Lei Jin wasn’t losing out.

So he slept soundly, cuddling Mura without a shred of guilt.

Mura found Lei Jin’s sleeping posture a bit odd, but since they were both females, he didn’t mind. Just before drifting off, he mumbled, “Before Daddy An Bu and Papa held their bonding ceremony… Uncle Roger was already pregnant with Brother Moya.”

“You weren’t even born then. How do you know so much?” Lei Jin patted his back, urging him to sleep. He himself was so sleepy and he wanted to go out for a walk tomorrow to see if he could find some food and bring some from home to Chunji and his master.

“Mm. I was in Papa’s belly then too.”

“So I never met my birth father…”

Lei Jin responded absently, already half-asleep to the sound of rain outside. The past was too complicated. As long as Moya was happy now, that was enough.

He’d expected to sleep well but woke up unusually early. Blaming it on the lack of body heat—definitely not because he’d grown used to those three’s warmth—he got up grumpily.

Breakfast was made by Mingya. Though not as skilled as Xiya or Moya, he was still better than Roger. Not that Lei Jin expected much—being the pampered youngest, Mingya rarely cooked.

After eating, Lei Jin went to the cellar and dug out a wild boar, wrapping it in hide to avoid drawing attention during food shortages. Dragging Mingya along, he carried Grapes to Chunji’s place. Mura tagged along for fun.

Mingya’s wound still needed daily treatment, while Grapes only required acupuncture every ten days.

Chunji adored Grapes, refusing to let go once he had him in his arms. Mingya, meanwhile, avoided Lei Jin even more than usual, so Lei Jin decided not to bother him and instead took Mura for a walk around the tribe.

The rain had left the ground damp, with small puddles everywhere. They walked to the fields outside the tribe, where the snow had mostly melted, leaving only patches of grayish-white residue.

The wheat planted in late autumn showed hints of green, but the rest of the land remained barren yellow, with no signs of spring. Even digging for wild vegetables was futile—there wasn’t a single sprout in sight.

A few females descended from the mountains with baskets of root-like plants. They greeted Lei Jin with strained smiles. It was understandable. No one could be cheerful on an empty stomach.

Only now did Lei Jin truly grasp that this wasn’t some utopia—it was a primitive, harsh society. Before, Xiya and the others had shielded him from hardship. He’d never gone hungry or cold. Occasionally, when he went out to dig wild vegetables and hunted small animals it was for a change of taste or because he didn’t want to rely solely on them. He really never had to worry about his livelihood.

But now, with Xiya and Moya risking their lives for food and the tribe struggling, he felt compelled to act. After all, this was where he would live from now on.

Though he lacked the skills to revolutionize this world despite being a transmigrator, he could at least help with food.

And if he was honest, he was just bored. Bored enough to go stir-crazy. Besides, compared to idling his days away in the corner, he preferred to be in the thick of lively action.

Nowadays, whenever people gathered, conversations inevitably circled back to food within three sentences. Seizing the opportunity, Lei Jin remarked, “I think while the werebeasts are out risking their lives to find food, those of us staying in the tribe should also contribute instead of relying solely on them.” When Lei Jin occasionally spoke with seriousness, he could be quite convincing. After all, he had been a leader for years, managing tough characters in his past life—there was no reason he couldn’t rally these females who had grown up in a relatively sheltered environment.

The tribe’s females quickly saw the logic in his words. The reasoning was simple—they had grown accustomed to being taken care of by the werebeasts, conditioned to depend on them. But given the harsh realities of their society, they weren’t truly fragile. At the very least, they were capable of action.

Seeing no objections, Lei Jin slowly laid out his plan: the next day, he intended to go fishing by the river and asked if anyone wanted to join. All they needed was a basket. He had noticed long ago that the tribe rarely ate fish, leaving the nearby rivers teeming with plump ones. In summer, no one wanted to eat them, and in winter, ice made fishing difficult. Without proper tools, most resorted to spearing fish directly in the freezing water—something even werebeasts struggled with, let alone the females. So unless starving, no one bothered with the fish.

Hearing they were going to the river, the females hesitated until Lei Jin assured them no one would have to enter the water. Encouraged by Mura’s eager agreement to go, they finally said they’d come along to observe.

Lei Jin didn’t push them. Results would speak for themselves.

The next day, under bright sunshine, Zhu Xi carried Grapes while Lei Jin, Roger, Mura, and Mingya hauled baskets and tools, drawing curious onlookers as they marched toward the river—exactly the effect Lei Jin wanted.

The ice wasn’t as thick as in winter, breaking easily in many spots. Having learned from his previous near-disastrous fall through the ice, Lei Jin came prepared. They floated a bamboo raft, chiseled a hole in the ice, and scattered chopped earthworms as bait. Soon, dense schools of fish swarmed beneath. With a quick scoop of the basket, they hauled up half a basket of fat, thrashing fish—leaving the onlooking females stunned.

After Lei Jin pulled up a few baskets, Mingya took over.

Many of the females on the shore grew eager to try.

Taking advantage of the warm day, Lei Jin and Roger swiftly cleaned the fish by the riverbank—gutting them, removing gills and bloodlines, rubbing them with salt, splashing vinegar, and stuffing them with scallions. Zhu Xi tended the fire while Grapes watched. After a brief marinade, the fish were skewered on branches and roasted over the flames. Under the clear sky, the aroma spread far, the skins crisping golden while the flesh remained tender and fragrant, juices dripping with each bite—utterly delicious, without a hint of fishiness. Lei Jin and Roger generously shared, and soon everyone was devouring the fish, nearly biting their tongues in their eagerness before rushing home to fetch their own baskets.

Word spread quickly, and by afternoon, the riverbank was bustling. But with only Lei Jin’s bamboo raft available, people had to take turns fishing. His goal achieved, his family’s haul—minus what they ate at noon—filled a large basket, enough to last them a while.

Lei Jin also set up small traps near the shallows where the ice had broken, baiting them and weighing them down with stones. They’d return the next day to collect the catch.

With such a bounty, dinner naturally featured fish. Lei Jin took charge, selecting three large fish. He separated the heads, sliced the flesh, lightly salted the pieces, and arranged them on a wooden platter. Scooping lard from a small pot on the stove, he melted it in a pan, stir-fried chili and scallions for fragrance, then added water, salt, and a few drops of soy sauce. Once boiling, he tossed in the fish slices, letting them cook briefly before ladling them over a bowl of silken tofu. The tender tofu paired perfectly with the delicate fish—though Lei Jin would’ve preferred a heavier hand with the chili, he held back for the sake of Mingya’s healing wounds, adding just enough for flavor.

The rest of the fish would be smoked or salted for longer preservation.

At dinner, Grapes squirmed restlessly in Lei Jin’s arms, clearly wanting a taste. Most parents would’ve just pacified the child, but Lei Jin wasn’t one for convention. Chewing a bit of fish himself, he bent down and pushed it into his son’s mouth with his tongue. The baby sucked eagerly, the two of them completely oblivious to the oddity of the scene—though it was quite heartwarming.

Life continued like this. Lei Jin’s popularity soared, and soon he didn’t even need to fish himself—just teaching the tribe’s females how to build rafts. Roger, dragged out daily by Lei Jin, seemed livelier than before. Mura followed him around like an adoring fan, helping with everything, practically starry-eyed.

Only Mingya was rarely seen these days. Lei Jin barely had a chance to talk to him. He now slept in Roger’s room, leaving early and returning only after dinner. Even Mura joked, “Mingya acts like a young werebeast who just found his mate—never home.”

Lei Jin laughed it off, paying no mind.

But even fish grew tiresome after a while. Lei Jin turned his attention to the prairie’s abundant field mice and rabbits. Wild pheasants in the mountains were trickier to catch—if only they had traps. He sought out Jia He, one of the tribe’s werebeast guards, to discuss whether he could make some. By the time he left Jia He’s place, night had fallen. Spotting the warm glow of home through the darkness, Lei Jin tightened his scarf and quickened his steps. He wondered how Xiya and Moya were doing—no news yet. And had Mingya returned today?

“I’m back. It’s freezing—even the streams along the path are iced over,” Lei Jin announced as he pushed the door open.

Roger stood by the table holding Grapes, looking awkward, as if hesitating to speak.

“What’s wrong? Have you eaten?” Lei Jin rubbed his hands, reaching for Grapes—only then noticing Mingya sitting at the table beside a delicate-looking young female, their fingers intertwined.

Lei Jin’s expression flickered briefly before he smiled. “We have a guest?”

Roger stayed silent.

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Mingya stood, pulling the female up with him. Meeting Lei Jin’s gaze, he finally bit his lip and gestured to him. “We’re going to hold a bonding ceremony.”

Suddenly, Lei Jin remembered—this was the young man who had always chased after him, calling him “Mingya’s female”, bright-eyed and smiling, yet who had tried to shield him whenever danger arose. He let out a soft tsk, his smile unreadable. “Good for you.”

“Grapes, come congratulate… Uncle Mingya.”

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The Sickly Bigshot’s Favorite Salted Fish [Showbiz] CH 10 Unintentional Landmines

Shi Zhou tentatively asked, “Hey, Qin Yancheng, do you have asthma?”

Qin Yancheng remained silent.

Shi Zhou guessed that Qin Yancheng probably belonged to the category of people who had asthma in childhood but gradually outgrew it with age. Statistically, the chance of recurrence was low—but when fate’s gears turned, even the slightest possibility would ensure it killed him.

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“Do you usually carry medication? You’re completely empty-handed—that’s dangerous. There’s a pharmacy over there. Driver, could you pull over for a sec?”

Qin Yancheng finally spoke, tersely, “Unnecessary.”

Shi Zhou couldn’t exactly play the prophet and announce Qin Yancheng’s impending death from this illness. He could only say, “I know you probably haven’t had an attack in years, but better safe than sorry. You’re treating your health so carelessly—what if you—”

Qin Yancheng slowly turned his head, his gaze locking onto Shi Zhou’s. His eyes darkened unnervingly, as if a switch had flipped. A chilling, predatory intensity radiated from him, like a leopard zeroing in on prey. The temperature in the car seemed to plummet.

Shi Zhou’s heart skipped a beat. What kind of reaction is this?!

Sure, some people avoided medical topics, but this was extreme.

In their few interactions so far, Qin Yancheng had always been detached and mild-mannered, lulling Shi Zhou into forgetting that it was all a facade—one that couldn’t mask the fact that he was, at his core, unhinged.

Only now did Shi Zhou realize how close he’d been dancing to danger without realizing it.

Qin Yancheng enunciated each word with icy precision. “I. Am. Not. Sick.”

Shi Zhou shuddered under that feral, venomous stare. He couldn’t pinpoint which part of his concern had triggered this outburst, but arguing with a madman was pointless. He backpedaled immediately. “Right, right, not sick. Just making conversation! No illness here.”

Qin Yancheng lowered his eyes, took a deep breath, and leaned back against the seat as if nothing had happened.

He seemed to know Shi Zhou had nowhere else to go. Without further comment, he let Shi Zhou follow him inside.

Last time, drunk and shameless, Shi Zhou had demanded to steal his bed. But sober, Shi Zhou had manners—he knew guests didn’t commandeer their host’s room.

Aunt Zhang, seeing him again, didn’t bat an eye. She even asked why she hadn’t seen him in days and when he’d move his belongings over, treating him like the “official wife.”

It wasn’t surprising everyone assumed this. Qin Yancheng was twenty-six—tall, handsome, wealthy, powerful—yet in all these years, there was no one, male or female, to ever accompany him. Shi Zhou’s appearance was like a rose blooming on an iron tree—unexpected and thrilling.

Fresh from his shower, Qin Yancheng found Shi Zhou still glued to his phone, though the little alligator in his game was now drenched in haphazard purple liquid—its player oblivious, too busy stealing lustful glances at Qin Yancheng.

Qin Yancheng’s damp hair dripped onto his shoulders, hastily towel-dried. As he raised his arm, the collar of his white robe loosened, revealing glimpses of lean, defined abs. His arms, too, were sculpted—not bulky but aesthetically pleasing.

Shi Zhou hadn’t expected someone so tall and slender to be so well-built. Clearly, Qin Yancheng was disciplined about fitness.

Last time, Qin Yancheng hadn’t questioned Shi Zhou about the “stand-in” situation. Now, he seemed suddenly interested. “What’s your relationship with Zheng Qi?”

Shi Zhou seized the chance to look openly, shaking his head emphatically. “None whatsoever!”

Qin Yancheng smirked coldly. “Then who told you to grow out your hair and wear a high ponytail?”

Caught red-handed, even Shi Zhou—thick-skinned as he was—felt awkward facing the original. His toes curled invisibly, but he feigned innocence, earnest and clueless. “It’s called fashion. Long hair stands out. My fans love it.”

Qin Yancheng: “Do you love it?”

“I—love it!” Shi Zhou touched his hair, realizing it was still in the twin tails from earlier. He pulled out the bands, letting the thick locks cascade down.

Qin Yancheng said nothing more, turning to leave for his room.

Shi Zhou suddenly sprang up, snatching the towel from Qin Yancheng’s hands and pulling him onto the couch. “Beauty, you’ll catch cold with wet hair. Here, let me dry it for you.”

Qin Yancheng seemed about to push him away, his hand lifting slightly—but in the end, he didn’t resist.

Shi Zhou’s fingers threaded through Qin Yancheng’s hair, brushing his scalp. A faint, warm tingle spread through him—an odd sensation, likely because no one had ever been this physically close before.

Shi Zhou’s movements were clumsy—clearly his first time playing servant. The young master had never waited on anyone.

After a while, Shi Zhou cleared his throat, adopting a playful tone. “So, beauty, how’s the service?”

Qin Yancheng stayed silent.

“Give me a good review, and I’ll cash it in for a favor, okay?” Not waiting for an answer, he barreled on, “Here’s the thing—I need to grab my stuff from Zheng Qi’s place. Especially my ID and household register book…”

He paused, then declared with exaggerated gravity. “The world’s a scary place, and I’m just a baby. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Qin Yancheng wordlessly took back the towel and shooed him off to bed.

With the guest room now properly furnished, Shi Zhou didn’t have to sleep on the sofa. Lying in bed, he replayed Qin Yancheng’s microexpressions earlier. Could he have actually thought I genuinely cared about him sleeping with wet hair?

As if! Shi Zhou was a spoiled brat who’d never lifted a finger. He wouldn’t fawn over someone just because they were pretty.

The next morning, Shi Zhou burrowed deeper into the blankets, squinting against the light. Through his drowsiness, he saw Qin Yancheng enter and place a set of new clothes—innerwear included—by the bedside. Trying them on, he found the fit perfect. Clearly bought just for him. Qin Yancheng was surprisingly considerate.

The dining table was already set. Drawn by the aroma, Shi Zhou shuffled down in slippers.

Qin Yancheng sat reading documents, posture impeccable as always. Morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, softening his features. His slightly overgrown bangs fell casually over his forehead, and the deep blue loungewear added to his serene aura.

—Like a masterpiece painting.

Hearing footsteps, he glanced up, surveying Shi Zhou’s outfit before stating, “I can take you to pack your things today.”

Shi Zhou nearly cheered but restrained himself, replying with dignity. “How gracious of you, President Qin.”

He’d planned to ask Qin Yancheng to send someone—preferably a bodyguard to shield him from Zheng Qi’s wrath. Never expected Qin Yancheng himself to volunteer.

With Qin Yancheng present, retrieving his belongings and documents would be a breeze.

They soon went down to the garage which resembled a luxury car exhibition. Anyone else might’ve been dazzled by this display of “money power,” but Shi Zhou came from comparable wealth. The model to the left? His brother had gifted it for his birthday. The one beside it? Bought with his allowance.

Qin Yancheng headed for a black Evija—eye-catching and sleek, rivaling the rainbow Bugatti Shi Zhou had died in.

“Tsk, look at these rides. Who knew you had such flair? I pegged you as the conservative type.”

Qin Yancheng slid into the driver’s seat, donning sunglasses. Deadpan, he asked, “I’m twenty-six, not sixty-two. Should I be driving a Lincoln Town Car?”

Shi Zhou burst out laughing.

Qin Yancheng drove smoothly. Lost in thought, Shi Zhou plotted his next steps. Before dying, he’d had one regret: never becoming an actor.

He’d graduated top of his class from the National Film Academy, expecting to live as a carefree rich kid chasing stardom—until his brother’s sudden death forced him into the family business, taking up Shi Li’s burden.

Now, this body’s original host was an actor too—except with zero talent or passion, only in it for the money.

The irony. Born into wealth, a natural performer robbed of his dream because of money. Meanwhile, this impoverished, untalented nobody had to enter the industry for the same reason.

“Hey, what if no one’s home?” Shi Zhou asked as they stood by the elevator.

“They will be.” Qin Yancheng had already had Secretary Bai notify Zheng Qi. “Which floor?”

Shi Zhou opened his mouth—then froze, blinking blankly at Qin Yancheng.

Qin Yancheng frowned, as baffled as when Shi Zhou had lifted his skirt to check his gender.

Ten minutes later, with the property manager’s help, they found the right door.

“Shi Zhou, just what is your relationship with him?”

Shi Zhou stuck to his guns. “Absolutely nothing!”

Qin Yancheng, unconvinced, knocked.

Zheng Qi opened the door, his expression faltering at the sight of Qin Yancheng. Clearly, he hadn’t expected the man in person.

“President… Qin.”

“Mnn. Shi Zhou, pack your things.” Qin Yancheng’s face gave nothing away. Unable to gauge his mood, Zheng Qi could only step aside respectfully.

Entering, Shi Zhou spotted Song Duannian—and the atmosphere instantly congealed.

To make room for Song Duannian, Zheng Qi had already had Shi Zhou’s belongings packed and ready to go.

Surveying “his” room—now occupied by another—Shi Zhou couldn’t fathom why Song Duannian would cling to this toxic relationship, with a man who had cuckolded him the whole time.

Zheng Qi had leaked explicit photos to cost Song Duannian his job. That alone deserved a knife to the gut—or at least lifelong enmity. Yet here Song Duannian was living with him, fully aware of Shi Zhou’s existence. What kind of delusion or lie kept him here?

Putting himself in Song Duannian’s shoes—sleeping in his lover’s almost-ex’s bed, surrounded by remnants of that relationship—how wasn’t he disgusted?

If he wasn’t, Shi Zhou was disgusted for him. Reading the novel, he’d nearly rage-quit, wanting to kick the scumbag male lead to death and shake some sense into Song Duannian. Love shouldn’t eclipse self-respect—especially with worse horrors awaiting him. A lawless bastard like Zheng Qi had no limits.

The written version had been infuriating enough. Witnessing it firsthand made Shi Zhou’s blood boil.

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But with Qin Yancheng here, Zheng Qi wouldn’t dare act out.

So Shi Zhou, mischief stirring, decided to push his luck.

Right in front of Song Duannian, he walked toward Zheng Qi with a lovesick gaze—

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These Werebeast Gongs Are Rogues CH 115 Punishment For Running Away

When Lei Jin was planning to accept the three of them, he naturally knew that this day would come. However, he still had a glimmer of hope. He hoped that it could be delayed as long as possible and it would be even better if it did not happen at all. He just never dreamed that it would come without any warning. He had had intimacy with all three of them separately, and also once with Moya and Xiya in the cave, but this was the first time with the four of them together. Just imagining that scene made Lei Jin want to run away into the horizon. However, as soon as he had the thought, he was caught off guard by Xiya. Not only was he picked up by him, but he was also pressed into Mingya’s arms, unable to move. Even his words of resistance were blocked by Xiya’s lips.

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Mingya seemed to have not reacted, still chewing the last chestnut that Lei Jin had fed him. Seeing this, he could only stare with his eyes wide open, his paws on Lei Jin’s waist, panicking and not knowing what to do next.

“Wait, Xiya.” Lei Jin really wanted to curse. Was there a need to be so impatient? He wasn’t even given a chance to respond.

“I don’t want to wait anymore.” Xiya refused vaguely but firmly, and stubbornly kissed Lei Jin on the lips.

“Asshole, I told you to wait.” Lei Jin turned his head away, avoiding his kisses that kept raining down. Although he knew that it was wrong of him to drug them in the first place, there was no need to use such a punishment method.

But Xiya didn’t want to listen at all. While kissing him, he eagerly pulled at Lei Jin’s tunic. He didn’t have the patience to untie it, so he just tore it open. The knots of the tunic ripped one after another, and the wide-open tunic was soon thrown to the ground.

Although there was a brazier in the room, the weather was cold and Lei Jin shivered with his torso naked. His skin felt slightly chilled, but it was quickly dispelled by Xiya’s hot palms.

Mingya’s fur stuck tightly to Lei Jin’s skin, making him feel itchy and numb. He twisted his waist at the unbearable feeling, rubbing constantly to try to relieve the sensation. Mingya did not move, but his claws on Lei Jin’s waist became tighter and tighter.

Xiya’s kiss moved lower and lower, trailing a burning path in his wake. No matter how annoyed Lei Jin was afterwards, he could not deny the great pleasure and satisfaction his body got in the process. Just like at this moment, his will to resist was getting weaker and weaker. He could only arch his body, throw his head back and gasp deeply.

But when Xiya turned him over and tried to tear off his belt, he immediately realized that this was his last chance tonight, and if he missed it, he would never be able to get the upper hand tonight.

“Xiya, wait, I have something to say.”

“Later.” As if to verify this, Lei Jin felt a chill in his lower half and his belt was pulled off. Because he had just taken a shower, Lei Jin was only wearing a pair of thin summer pants. Now Xiya pulled them off along with his underwear. There was no obstacle anymore. Xiya’s tongue moved along his smooth ankles, slender calves, and parted Lei Jin’s legs, licking the sensitive inside of his thighs.

“You bastard, Xiya…” Lei Jin bent his legs and kicked backwards, but his pants were still tangled around his feet and he couldn’t lift his legs at all. After a flurry of activity, he could only kneel on the bed with difficulty. However, this made it easier for the person behind him to mount his attack. Xiya clasped Lei Jin’s thin waist tightly with both hands, and licked along the lower abdomen with his tongue all the way down to his member, which was still in a limp state.

Lei Jin clenched his teeth, but his body, which had been abstinent for more than half a year, began to heat up uncontrollably. Under Xiya’s continued attention, his member rose to half mast and he let out a moan of pleasure.

Moya’s clothes were only undone, having no time to take them off fully. He took two steps forward, and without waiting for Lei Jin to react, he clamped his chin and pressed down hard with a slightly punishing kiss. With his other hand, he touched the cherry red nub on one side and began to rub and pinch. The deep kisses made Lei Jin breathless, and he could only utter small unconscious whimpers.

Mingya’s eyes also became misty, seeing the disheveled Lei Jin in the hands of his two brothers, unable to resist, with a dazed and fragile look in his eyes, as if he was just waiting for someone to enter his body and stir his passion wildly. He couldn’t help but lower his head, pass his head under Lei Jin’s lower abdomen, and open his mouth to wrap it around Lei Jin’s erect member.

“Ah…” Unlike during the self pleasuring activities that Lei Jin had been doing secretly with his hands recently, which made his legs go limp, if it weren’t for the support of these three right now, he would probably have fallen directly on the bed.

Xiya cupped Lei Jin’s smooth buttocks in his hands and rubbed them, then spread them apart to reveal the tightly puckered small opening in the middle, and tentatively poked a finger in.

The uncomfortable feeling of a foreign object invading from behind made Lei Jin frown, his brows furrowing in discomfort. Moya’s mouth trailed along his chin, collarbone and all the way to his chest.

Xiya’s second finger added to the pain and Lei Jin cursed out loud, “Get out of there, Xiya.”

Xiya panted heavily and exclaimed in amazement, “It’s remarkable. How can you still be so tight after giving birth to a child?” It felt like the first time he was with him.

Lei Jin couldn’t stand such embarrassing words being spoken to him, but under the attack of Moya and Mingya, he couldn’t speak clearly and could only curse intermittently, “You…piss off…”

After abstaining from sex for so long, how could Xiya hold on for long with Lei Jin’s soft body in his arms, especially with Lei Jin’s legs spread wide open and his entrance winking open obscenely in such a way it made his last bit of rationality disappear completely. When the other could only just accept three fingers, he eagerly took out his member, draped himself over Lei Jin so that their bodies fit tightly together, and pressed against Lei Jin’s entrance, stuffing himself inside little by little. At this, Lei Jin broke out in a cold sweat from the burn and struggled even harder.

Moya kissed his face tenderly, gently and softly, saying, “Relax, relax, it will be fine soon.”

“You always say that, why don’t you try it once.” Lei Jin snapped through his gritted teeth, but for his own sake, he had to try to relax. He felt that his passage was filled up inch by inch by Xiya’s monstrous thing, and he felt sore and swollen.

“If you want to do it, do it quickly.” Lei Jin turned his head and glared at him. It would be even more uncomfortable if he didn’t move.

The wetness and tightness in Lei Jin’s passage was already driving Xiya crazy. Now that he was urging him on, how could he hold on any longer? He almost immediately raised his hips, pushed all the way in with great force, and started thrusting.

The almost tearing pain made Lei Jin’s vision go dark, but the caresses coming from all three sides distracted him from the pain and he soon began to enjoy that familiar pleasure again.

Seeing that Lei Jin had stopped struggling, Xiya’s movements became more wild.

“Ngh… hnn…” Lei Jin endured the piercing pleasure of Xiya hitting his pleasure spot again and again, while all his moans were swallowed by Moya’s mouth.

Mingya was also sucking hard from below, from the tip to the root. Lei Jin was completely defeated by the sensations surrounding him on all sides and could only twist his waist to meet Xiya’s fierce thrusts again and again.

Along with the muffled moans, accompanied by heavy gasps, Lei Jin’s body became completely open and receptive to the three brothers without knowing it. As Mingya’s raspy tongue swept across the small hole on the top of the mushroom head, Lei Jin’s body trembled and he finally came for the first time that night. The tightening of his inner walls at the back in turn made Xiya breathe heavier. After thrusting hard into Lei Jin’s warm passage a few more times, hot liquid painted Lei Jin’s insides in spurts.

The two collapsed in a post email haze but as soon as Xiya pulled out, Moya turned over Lei Jin’s body, lifted his legs up and spread them apart, not giving him any time to relax, and thrust forward in one go, pressing him tightly on his lap. Setting up a grinding rhythm, he pumped in circles inside him, pulling out almost entirely only to then plunge his entire length inside, relentlessly rubbing against that pleasure spot with precision. Lei Jin panted with his head thrown back, his waist sore and gone to jelly, his sweaty body falling into Xiya’s arms from behind.

“Moya… ngh… slow down…”

“Hnn, it’s too deep…” Lei Jin felt like his whole body was on fire from the other’s movements.

After several more thrusts, Lei Jin was laid down on the bed by Xiya. The sudden change in position allowed Moya to enter deeper. In this position, Moya knelt between Lei Jin’s spread legs, hands squeezing and rubbing his buttocks as he moved in and out.

“Is it good?” Moya’s eyes were burning with fire as he watched the tip of Lei Jin’s member, which was already oozing copious white liquid, being stroked in Xiya’s hand.

“Hurry up…ah…faster…Moya…ah…” Lei Jin called out breathlessly.

Moya sped up his thrusts with indescribable strength and speed. At the critical moment, he wrapped Lei Jin in his arms and pressed against him tightly. Moya’s roar of purple mixed together with Lei Jin’s moans, and the two reached climax together.

After this second round, Lei Jin’s whole body softened into jelly, but he still didn’t get much time to rest. Xiya rubbed and spread the white cum that kept flowing out of Lei Jin’s entrance and inserted himself again.

Lei Jin spent the night taking turns receiving the heated members from the two brothers. When one of them pulled out, the other would immediately slip in. It was so intense that Lei Jin thought he would die that night.

Begging for mercy was of no use. Each time he was about to come, he was asked again and again whether he would leave or not. Lei Jin nodded and shook his head in a daze. He could only repeat “no, no, no” over and over again before he was allowed to come.

In truth, they didn’t really do it all night. After all, no matter how strong the body is, it can’t withstand such activities for an entire night. Xiya and Moya still had some sense of restraint in their hearts.

However, the three were so immersed in their lovemaking that no one noticed when Mingya went out.

As the sky began to brighten, Xiya and Moya were already dressed and ready to go. Both of them looked refreshed and energetic, not looking one but tired from exercising for most of the night. But the man wrapped in blankets and unconscious was a different story. His black hair was disheveled, his face was flushed, and the half of his originally smooth arm that had slipped out of the blankets was covered with red hickies. One could imagine the state of his body buried in the blankets was probably an extremely sorry sight.

Mingya was also awake and was standing at the door, looking at Lei Jin lying on the bed. His eyes, which used to be bright, were now dull and lifeless.

“Little Brother, what’s wrong with you?” Xiya asked worriedly. Although they were about to set off, Mingya’s appearance still made him unable to ignore it.

Mingya just lowered his head and said nothing.

“Is it because Eldest and Second Brother didn’t take you into consideration last night?” Xiya thought of this possibility and teased him.

Mingya thought of how Lei Jin was in a state of ecstasy last night when he was touched by the three brothers. His face turned red, adding a bit of color to it, but then he shook his head.

“Little Brother, have you learned to lie too?” Xiya lifted Mingya’s chin and joked, then said, “Don’t be sad, you saw it last night, Lei Jin didn’t push you away, which means he can accept you. As for Eldest Brother and Second Brother, we will be away for a long time this time, and you are the only one left at home. He is yours now, are you afraid that you won’t have a chance? If you act coquettishly in front of him, he will probably surrender automatically. You also know how much Lei Jin loves you, I am actually very jealous.” Xiya winked playfully, but Mingya lowered his head even more.

Xiya wanted to say something more but then he heard An Sen calling for them outside, so he hurried out.

Moya was more thoughtful. When he passed by Mingya, he patted his shoulder and said, “We’ve been through so much, and he finally agreed to stay. No matter what, the four of us will be together.”

Mingya still stood there with his head down, not moving for a long time. After Moya left, there were drops of water stains on the stone floor under his feet.

They couldn’t be together anymore. Even if Mingya liked him so much, he couldn’t be with Lei Jin. That was why he left quietly last night. He couldn’t touch Lei Jin in the future. He belonged to Eldest and Second Brother.

This time, there were a lot of werebeasts who came to see them off, many of them with their whole family. Only Roger went from their family. Mingya wanted to come too, but Roger thought the weather was too cold and was afraid that Grapes would get cold, so he asked him to look after Grapes.

When Lei Jin woke up, he saw Mingya had changed into human form and was walking around the room with Grapes in his arms. His long silver hair fell on Grapes’ face and he was whispering something, which made Grapes giggle continuously. However, the slight limp from his left leg stung Lei Jin’s eyes.

“Mingya.” Lei Jin called him.

“You’re awake?” Mingya came to the bed holding Grapes.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? Did you go to Chunji to apply the medicine today?” Lei Jin said as he was about to get up from the bed only to wince. That part seemed to have been overused. It stung and felt numb at the same time. His whole body felt like it had been taken apart and put back together. He was so achy that he wanted to kill someone, but the two culprits were no longer around.

The blanket fell off, revealing Lei Jin’s body covered with kiss and finger marks, practically layering upon each other, and even the inside of his arms were not spared. Mingya dropped his eyes, his heart aching slightly, and he tried his best to ignore it all.

“En.” Mingya responded softly.

“That’s good.” Lei Jin smiled and took Grapes who was staring at him with one hand. He wanted to touch Mingya’s head with his other hand, but the other inadvertently avoided it.

Lei Jin looked at his empty hand, his smile faded slightly, and he began to feel that something was wrong.

“I’ll bring you lunch.” Mingya hurriedly stood up from the edge of the bed.

“Help me sit up first. I don’t have much strength.” Lei Jin narrowed his eyes, trying to see something from Mingya’s face.

“Oh.” Mingya wrapped Lei Jin in a blanket, supported his waist, helped him sit on the bed, and then took the clothes that had been heated on the charcoal fire and placed them next to Lei Jin.

Lei Jin first put Grapes on the bed, lifted the blanket, got out of bed naked, and prepared to put on his clothes. Only to see Mingya with his back turned to him, fidgeting, as if he was ready to rush out at any time.

“It’s not like you haven’t seen it all before, why are you shy?” Lei Jin dressed neatly, touched his neck, and asked Mingya to find the scarf that had never been used in the closet. He knew without looking in the mirror that he would not be able to go out and see people today without covering up.

Lei Jin wrapped himself tightly, pulled Mingya over, rubbed his face, and said with a smile, “How about I accompany you alone tonight?” Although he was a little dazed last night, he still remembered that Mingya didn’t do it. He and Xiya thought the same thing and simply believed that Mingya was sulking.

It was not easy for Lei Jin to say this on his own initiative, especially since he had a sore back and could barely even stand steadily. This was probably the only time in his life. But a certain someone clearly didn’t appreciate it. Mingya blushed, but still stammered and refused, “No… No, you… have a good rest tonight.”

Lei Jin felt like a bucket of cold water was poured over his head. It was the first time he took the initiative to ask to be ravished, but was rejected. He really lost all his face. Although he was not upset, he thought that it was impossible to ever ask it a second time.

“I’ll hold Grapes, let’s go eat. Papa has already heated it up several times.” Mingya probably felt that he had offended Lei Jin after saying this, so he hurriedly tried to make amends, but he didn’t know what to say.

Lei Jin watched him leave with Grapes in his arms and shook his head, thinking, forget it, take it slow, there’s plenty of time anyway. He wasn’t afraid that the little guy would not come around soon.

After lunch, Mura and his papa Zhu Xi came over, bringing with them a lot of food and some spare clothes, as if they were planning to live here permanently.

“Every year at this time, Uncle Zhu Xi and Brother Mura come to stay at our house. Many families in the tribe do this.” Mingya helped put the food they brought into the cellar.

“Why?” An Bu’s wife and son often living in Roger’s house, and they even got along well with Roger. When he didn’t know the whole story before, he didn’t think anything of it, but now, what on earth was this weird situation?

“Firstly, we’re worried about foreign attacks at this time, so we have to take care of each other and living together makes that easier. Secondly, this allows us to gather our food together so that we can overcome any difficulties together.” After washing his hands, Mura ran over with a smile, and wanted to take Grapes and hug him.

Grapes was never shy and could be held by anyone.

“Grapes, Grapes, I’m Uncle Mura.” Seeing Grapes smile, Mura was so happy that he shouted to Zhu Xi who just walked over, “Papa, look, Grapes really looks like Dad when he smiles.”

Lei Jin was speechless for a moment, thinking to himself, Mura, where is your brain? How dare you say such a thing? Didn’t you notice how Roger’s expression had turned dark? But what shocked him even more was yet to come. He saw Zhu Xi come over, look at Grapes, and said with a smile, “It’s true. Your grandpa also had such a pair of beautiful emerald green eyes. Since Grandpa passed away, only your dad is left. Now there is little Grapes. He is prettier the more you look at him.”

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This “grandpa” referred to the dad’s papa, and “granddad” was used for the dad’s father. Lei Jin had been here for so long that he could now distinguish them clearly. Judging from the performance of these two people, it was either that they didn’t really care, or they were here to bully others. He didn’t understand Zhu Xi, but Mura was cheerful and generous, and Roger loved him, so there was no reason for him to deliberately anger Roger. But it was even more impossible to say that they didn’t care. Who wouldn’t care about their husband and father cheating with another? Or did this world lack modern ethics and morals, so they didn’t mind? If that was the case, then that was truly strange. However, this question did not bother him for long, and Lei Jin got the answer that night.

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These Werebeast Gongs Are Rogues CH 114 A Night of Passion Before Departure

“A tangled mess”—that was the only phrase Lei Jin could use to describe the current situation.

Little Grapes waved his tiny fists, whimpered twice, and woke up. Just from the sound, Lei Jin knew it was time for another diaper change. Before he could even get up, Moya had already thrown on his clothes and come in from the outer room. Though a new father for only a short time, Moya had already mastered the task with ease. After cleaning and swaddling the baby, he handed Grapes back to Lei Jin, washed his hands, and then warmed some milk fruit juice—everything done in an orderly manner.

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A clay pot by the charcoal brazier kept water warm all night. Moya mixed it with hot water, added herbs, blew on it to cool it slightly, and then fed the baby spoonful by spoonful.

“I heard you’re heading to the Bear Tribe’s territory this time?” Lei Jin wiped the corners of Grapes’s mouth with a small cloth as the baby drank, the two new parents working seamlessly together.

“En. At this time of year, that’s the only place with enough prey.” Though Moya was speaking to Lei Jin, he kept his eyes on the baby to avoid mistakenly choking him.

Lei Jin pressed for more details and soon grasped the situation. The Bear Tribe was located southwest of the Wolf Tribe, which meant northwest from the Leopard Tribe’s perspective. Nestled at the end of a northern mountain range, the area featured towering peaks and deep valleys. Despite the cold season, the Bear Tribe’s nearby valleys remained warm and humid—unsuitable for living but lush with year-round vegetation, attracting plenty of game.

Though not technically Bear Tribe territory, it was close enough to their doorstep that they wouldn’t let outsiders hunt freely. With food scarce this season, conflicts were inevitable. The Tiger Tribe, being farther away, stayed out of it, leaving the Leopard, Wolf, and Bear Tribes in a three-way standoff. Relations were already strained, and now, with survival at stake, alliances crumbled. The battles were predictably going to be brutal.

The Leopard and Wolf Tribes, at least, shared a grudging camaraderie—both hindered by the Bear Tribe, they avoided direct conflict with each other. But the Bear Tribe was no pushover. Using their knowledge of the terrain, they ambushed and weakened intruders before launching full-scale attacks.

“Strange. Aren’t bears supposed to be stupid? Stupid bears, stupid bears—how come the ones in this world sound so clever?” Lei Jin muttered, impressed by their strategy of wearing down their enemies.

“What stupid bears?” Moya didn’t catch his muttering.

“The Bear Tribe people.” Lei Jin patted Grapes, who, after finishing his milk, was already blinking sleepily. Apart from being frail, the baby was remarkably easy to care for—unfussy, adaptable, and content to eat and sleep. Lei Jin couldn’t be happier with his little piglet.

“They’re not stupid.” Moya placed the sleeping baby back in the crib. “The Leopard and Wolf Tribes haven’t gained any advantage over them in years.”

“Have you been there before? Do you know the terrain well?” Lei Jin wondered if there was a way to avoid walking straight into an ambush.

“I’ve gone every year since adulthood. I remember the layout. But it’s almost dawn—if you have any ideas, we can discuss them with the family tomorrow.” Before Lei Jin could respond, Moya cupped the back of his head and pushed him onto the bed, sealing their lips together in a rough, untamed kiss.

Lei Jin sighed inwardly. No improvement in technique at all. He hooked an arm around Moya’s neck and took control, nibbling at his lower lip before deepening the kiss. What started as simple soon turned heated, both breathing heavily. Moya, unable to resist, slid a knee between Lei Jin’s thighs, his hands slipping under the hem of Lei Jin’s shirt to roam over smooth, warm skin.

“It’s almost dawn… mmph… You still want me to sleep or not?” Lei Jin arched beneath him, deliberately grinding his hips and earning harsher pants from the person currently buried in his chest busy sucking his cherry red nubs.

Feeling the hard and erect thing against his waist and hips becoming increasingly hot, Lei Jin’s long leg rubbed it intentionally or unintentionally, and his chest was bitten hard in retaliation.

Lei Jin gasped out loud.

“Sleep. It’s late.” Moya exhaled sharply, pulling the blanket over them both. He held Lei Jin for a while longer before finally leaving.

Once alone, Lei Jin smirked. Let’s see how long you can hold out. It wasn’t that he was impatient—but compared to their previous clinginess, their current aloofness made him uneasy. Are they plotting something?

But that was a concern for another time. Right now, there were bigger matters at hand.

After lunch, Lei Jin handed the napping Grapes to Mingya and headed to the main room to discuss the upcoming hunt with the family.

“Mingya, what’s wrong? Is your leg hurting more today?” Since returning from Chunji’s, Mingya had seemed downcast. The little guy was terrible at hiding his feelings—everything showed on his face.

“En.” Mingya nodded glumly, following Lei Jin’s train of thought.

Lei Jin ruffled his hair. “You’re Grapes’s little dad now. Look, even Grapes doesn’t cry after his treatments. Hang in there—once it’s warmer, I’m counting on you to carry me and Grapes around.”

“Right, Grapes?” He gently pinched the baby’s soft cheek, eliciting a giggle.

“Take a nap with Grapes. I’ll check on you later. Call me if you need anything.” Though he noticed Mingya’s odd behavior, Lei Jin was preoccupied and didn’t dwell on it. He settled Grapes between Mingya’s paws and left.

Grapes reached for Mingya’s fur, but the young werebeast’s tears fell onto Grapes’s face, which he then carefully licked away.

Earlier, he had overheard Chunji whispering to Lei Jin: “His leg won’t heal fully. This is as good as it gets.”

“Grapes… I don’t want to be your little dad anymore. I don’t want Lei Jin either. My leg won’t get better. I can’t protect him now. Eldest Brother and Second Brother love him so much—they’ll take good care of your papa.”

But letting go was so hard. Lei Jin was the female he found first.

Grapes blinked innocently, unaware of the warmth dripping onto his face.

“The situation is roughly like this.” Xiya wiped the water from his hands. With input from the others, he had sketched the terrain on the table using water.

Lei Jin stroked his chin. The valley ran north-south, wide in the middle and narrow at both ends, with an entrance at each. The southern one was too far to matter, leaving only the northern entrance—conveniently located west of the Bear Tribe’s settlement, with towering mountains to the north. Every year, the Bear Tribe ambushed hunters at the eastern side of the entrance.

“Why not just fly down from above?” Lei Jin asked.

“The valley’s too deep, and the fog’s thick. Without a landing spot, you’d fall to your death,” Xiya explained wryly.

Lei Jin frowned, tapping the table absently. The Bear Tribe had chosen their location well—advantageous in every way.

“If there’s no solution, forget it. We’ve managed all these years,” An Sen said, seeing Lei Jin’s frustration.

“There has to be a way.” But nothing came to mind.

“Don’t rush. You can think it over. Eldest Brother and I will go chop more firewood.” Moya knew Lei Jin was worried, but ideas didn’t come on demand.

“Why? We have plenty.” With so many able-bodied adults in the house, firewood was never in short supply.

“We might be gone a while. Stocking up means you and Papa won’t have to gather any.” Though unspoken, the risks of the hunt were clear—especially this spring expedition.

“Firewood, firewood… Might as well burn down the Bear Tribe,” Lei Jin muttered.

“What did you say?” Xiya didn’t catch it.

Lei Jin’s eyes lit up. “What if we actually burn down the Bear Tribe?”

“No.” Roger emerged from his room, coughing.

An Luo helped him sit and handed him warm water.

“Roger, feeling better?” Lei Jin asked. Though spring had arrived, the cold lingered, and Roger’s low spirits had led to illness.

“Much better. I haven’t even gotten to hold Grapes yet. Where is he?” Regardless of past grievances, Grapes was his grandson—how could he not adore him?

“Mingya’s napping with him.” Lei Jin was relieved Roger accepted the baby. Living under the same roof would’ve been miserable otherwise.

“Once I’m better, let Grapes stay with me a few days. I haven’t even held him yet.” Roger took a sip of water. “Now, what did you just say about burning the Bear Tribe?”

“I think this is a great idea.” Lei Jin grinned. “We skirt around the northern mountains’ shaded slopes, bypass their eastern ambush, and set a fire near their settlement. While they rush back to save their homes, our tribe can enter the valley unhindered.”

“Can you even cross those mountains?” That was the first hurdle.

“They’re high, with year-round snow, but werebeasts should manage,” Moya said cautiously.

That was good enough for Lei Jin.

“Why is your solution to everything to burn it down?” Roger sighed. Even as a father, Lei Jin remained reckless.

“Because it’s fast and effective.” One fire, problem solved.

“And what about the surviving Bear Tribe members? With their homes destroyed and families dead, they’d seek revenge. Our tribe would never know peace.”

“I didn’t mean actually burn it down. Just light fires around their settlement—enough to make it smoky and look like a big fire. The people of the Bear Tribe who are ambushing and guarding the entrance will definitely turn back. Then don’t we have a chance?” Lei Jin was still smiling, not looking serious at all.

Seeing him like this, Roger felt a little relieved. This guy just had this ability. As if being with him, one didn’t need to worry about anything and all difficulties would pass.

“What if the Bear Tribe suffers a great loss this time and gets really angry, and comes to seek revenge on us after they come to their senses?” It’s always better to be cautious in everything.

“There are always unexpected events, Roger, you think too much.” Although he said this, it was better if such things didn’t occur. “How about we get the Wolf Tribe to do it together? First, it can increase the chance of success. Second, if the Bear Tribe wants revenge they would have to think about it, as it would mean going up against our two tribes.”

When good things happen, you can enjoy them alone, but when something bad happens, of course the more people there are, the better.

“Can the Wolf Tribe be so easy to convince?” The relationship between the tribes on the mainland was not very good, An Sen thought.

“The new chief of the Wolf Tribe, Yu Qi, seems to be rather smart. It makes no sense for him not to agree to such a favorable offer. But if he doesn’t agree?” Lei Jin smiled cunningly and asked Xiya lazily, “What was the name of the father of the child Mingya rescued last time?”

“Qinghe.” Fortunately, Xiya’s memory was still good.

“Yes, Qinghe, didn’t I hear that he has a lot of supporters in the Wolf Tribe? Just help him to bring Yu Qi down.” Anyway, Qinghe had repeatedly promised last time that he would repay the favor of saving his little chubby wolf cub in the future.

“This… isn’t this provoking a civil strife in the Wolf Tribe?” Roger looked at him in surprise. Such a big thing, and Lei Jin decided it so easily?

“Not even this is okay?” Lei Jin frowned, “Then there is only one way left, Moya goes to threaten him about how he betrayed Berg.” Not many people had seen Berg at that time, yet Lan Qi was able to find the Leopard Tribe so accurately. It was likely that Yu Qi played a significant role in it. He betrayed Berg and got benefits. No matter what the original reason was, it would be shameful for a tribal leader to do such a thing behind the scenes, right? It wouldn’t be good if this reputation got out. And looking at Berg’s timid behavior in the Wolf Tribe, Yu Qi might have even known everything about the relationship between Berg and Lan Qi. He should have known that once Berg found out that he was the one who betrayed him to Lan Qi, Yu Qi would be in a difficult situation.

Lei Jin analyzed the situation to everyone, and the more they thought about it, the more they felt it was a good idea. However, the people who listened to it were sweating profusely, and they all secretly made up their minds to avoid provoking Lei Jin in the future. He was full of devious ideas, and each of them could make people suffer a lot.

There was only one person who nodded with satisfaction, and that was Roger. He understood that it was precisely because of his love and worry that Lei Jin tried so hard to find a solution. Otherwise, with his lazy nature, he would not bother about irrelevant people. He felt relieved to leave his three children to this man.

How could Xiya and Moya not know this as well? This person was protecting them in his own way. How could anyone bear to let go of such a person?

Naturally, they couldn’t just talk about these things at home, they still had to be discussed in the tribe. There were naturally opposing opinions, but support was in the majority after all, so it was finally decided that Xiya, Moya and two other werebeasts would go to the Wolf Tribe to discuss an alliance.

The days passed one by one in busyness, and Xiya and Moya returned safely from the Wolf Tribe. Yu Qi was indeed a smart person. He agreed without them needing to resort to threats and took the initiative to propose to gather at the Wolf Tribe.

Tomorrow was the day of departure. Xiya and Moya had packed all the things they needed for the journey. Grapes would sleep with Roger tonight. Mingya was still not in good spirits. Lei Jin sat at the head of the bed with a handful of chestnuts in his hand, peeling them and feeding him while trying to make him laugh.

Xiya grabbed Lei Jin’s waist from behind, and caressed him all over in a manner that was full of suggestiveness.

“Stop messing around, go to bed early. Aren’t you leaving tomorrow?” Lei Jin was a little nervous, but he didn’t forget that there were two other people in the room. It was one against three, and he didn’t want to break his waist.

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Xiya smiled mischievously and whispered in his ear, “You probably don’t know that werebeasts never sleep the night before they set out. If they can’t see each other for so many days, they naturally want to spend some time with their females.”

No sleep all night? Lei Jin looked up at Moya who was walking towards him for help, but saw that the latter’s hand was already on the knot of his clothes, and he was about to untie it.

“You didn’t think that we would have easily forgiven you for drugging us and leaving, right?” Xiya picked him up and covered his lips with a chuckle.

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The Sickly Bigshot’s Favorite Salted Fish [Showbiz] CH 09 Take Me With You 

Zheng Qi was already uneasy, and Qin Yancheng’s gaze made his skin crawl. Fortunately, the cold dishes arrived just then, and the group began chatting aimlessly before starting the first round of toasts—beginning with Qin Yancheng. Only then did Qin Yancheng look away, as if his earlier stare had been nothing more than a casual glance.  

Shi Zhou, staring into space, assessed his situation. At the very least, clinging to Qin Yancheng’s thigh tonight is non-negotiable. I have to make sure he takes me with him after this.

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He still couldn’t fully grasp Qin Yancheng’s temperament. The novel’s descriptions of the “white moonlight” were sparse, offering only glimpses of a man whose actions were unpredictable.  

Though Shi Zhou prided himself on being adaptable, the young master he’d once been rarely had to “adapt.” As a result, he was at a loss for words when it came to flattery. The silence between them lasted until the hot dishes were served.  

Shi Zhou took a bite of the sizzling beef and found it delicious—then remembered how others used to curry favor with him. Inspiration struck. He eagerly picked up a piece with his chopsticks and placed it in Qin Yancheng’s bowl.  

But Shi Zhou didn’t realize he’d missed a crucial detail—  

Others had used serving chopsticks when they did this for him.

Qin Yancheng had been watching the hollow flattery around him with indifference. When Shi Zhou’s chopsticks appeared in his bowl, he turned, frowning at the meat, then gave Shi Zhou a baffled look.  

His gaze met Shi Zhou’s sparkling eyes—bright and cunning, like a fox proudly wagging its fluffy tail. Though Shi Zhou tried to maintain a composed facade, his blinking eyes seemed to scream, “Praise me! I did so well!” 

Seeing Qin Yancheng frozen, Shi Zhou tilted his head slightly. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the others subtly observing their interaction. Master Qin, please don’t embarrass me in front of everyone. I’m counting on your attitude to warn these people off! At least appreciate how damn good this beef is!  

Perhaps it was the sheer brilliance of Shi Zhou’s eyes—so unlike the sickly gloom of Qin Yancheng’s own youth. Shi Zhou’s pupils were dark and large, gleaming like polished obsidian, effortlessly captivating.  

After a pause, Qin Yancheng wordlessly pushed the meat aside. He didn’t eat it, but he didn’t reject it outright either.  

Taking this as tacit approval, Shi Zhou felt he’d cracked the code. He immediately began piling more dishes into Qin Yancheng’s bowl—the crispy duck was delicious, the steamed pork ribs were excellent…  

By the time the others finished their hollow pleasantries and Qin Yancheng had endured two rounds of toasts, his bowl was overflowing.  

Qin Yancheng finally pressed down on Shi Zhou’s chopstick-wielding hand and said quietly, “Enough. Get me a glass of warm water.”  

Shi Zhou noticed Qin Yancheng pulling out a pillbox, his complexion growing paler by the second. “What’s wrong? Stomachache?”  

Qin Yancheng’s jaw tightened, his lips pressed into a thin line. Seeing he was in too much pain to speak, Shi Zhou quickly stood to fetch a server.  

Their intimate exchanges—the food-sharing, the whispered conversations—hadn’t gone unnoticed.  

This was unprecedented, entirely unprecedented.

Those familiar with Qin Yancheng knew that if someone used their own chopsticks to serve him, he’d refuse to touch the entire bowl. The fact that he didn’t dump it over the offender’s head was solely due to his ingrained manners.  

But for Shi Zhou, he made an exception. Such double standards, Mr. Qin.

Zheng Qi watched the entire scene, baffled. When did Shi Zhou and Qin Yancheng even meet? How did they get this close? An uncomfortable knot twisted in his chest, something stuck in his throat that he couldn’t swallow or spit out.  

—Shi Zhou was just a cheap stand-in, trash Zheng Qi had discarded. Who he ended up with shouldn’t matter.  

So why did it have to be Qin Yancheng?!

Qin Yancheng was someone who had always been untouchable, even in their youth. Zheng Qi still remembered the first time he’d mustered the courage to approach him—Qin Yancheng, preparing for a speech backstage, had merely glanced at Zheng Qi’s stammering attempts at conversation, uttered a single “Mnn,” and nothing more.  

Now, everyone addressed him as “President Qin,” treating him with even more reverence.  

So why was Shi Zhou—this cheap, lowly thing—the sole exception?! 

Zheng Qi gripped his chopsticks so hard they nearly snapped, unable to suppress the jealousy and resentment burning inside him. It felt like an unspeakable humiliation.  

Someone suddenly remarked, “Hey, Zheng Qi, weren’t you and President Qin schoolmates?”  

Zheng Qi snapped back to reality, hastily masking his bitterness with an ingratiating smile. He raised his glass. “Ah, yes! I was fortunate enough to share a campus with President Qin. You probably don’t remember me, but let me toast you first.” He stood, bowing slightly as he extended his cup.  

Qin Yancheng nodded slightly without expression. A slender finger tapped the base of his glass cup—  

Just as he was about to pour it onto the floor outright, denying Zheng Qi even the slightest courtesy—  

Shi Zhou returned, immediately spotting the glass in Qin Yancheng’s hand.  

Is Zheng Qi blind? Can’t he see Qin Yancheng’s already in pain from drinking?

No wonder he couldn’t win over his white moonlight.

Shi Zhou stepped forward. “Hold on—since Zheng Qi and I have some history, let me drink this on President Qin’s behalf.”  

Without waiting for a response, he took the glass from Qin Yancheng and downed it in one go.  

The word “history” sent ripples through the room.  

Those who hadn’t believed the rumors about Shi Zhou and Zheng Qi now wore odd expressions. Shi Zhou might as well have stamped a seal on the gossip himself.  

Even more astonishing was Qin Yancheng’s reaction—or lack thereof. Aside from a faint flicker of surprise, he showed no displeasure at Shi Zhou’s audacity. No reprimand, no scolding.  

Shi Zhou casually returned the glass to Qin Yancheng and resumed eating. His manners, refined and effortless, made him seem every bit the young master from a privileged family. Next to Qin Yancheng’s imposing presence, he didn’t seem the least bit out of place—as if they were a perfect match.  

Unaware of the scrutiny, Shi Zhou focused solely on the food. The last few days’ meals have been miserable. Might as well enjoy this while I can.  

This could be his last supper after all.  

—Cannon fodder existed to be trampled with the shittiest luck ever. Who knew what other traps lay ahead?  

A server approached. “Sir, your warm water.”  

Shi Zhou handed it to Qin Yancheng, urging him to take his medicine. Up close, he could see the sheen of cold sweat on Qin Yancheng’s forehead, his lips drained of color despite his stoic expression.  

This is what they call “cherishing beauty.” Hard not to feel bad seeing someone so good-looking in pain.  

The others pieced together the reason for the discomfort and the intercepted toast. Shi Zhou’s got guts. After all, no one knew where Qin Yancheng’s unpredictable temper might flare, so most erred on the side of caution.  

Yet Shi Zhou, whether by luck or instinct, walked the tightrope with surprising balance.  

Zhang Zhenqing, belatedly realizing Qin Yancheng’s discomfort, hurriedly asked what tea he preferred. Qin Yancheng, staring at his wine glass—as if still feeling the ghost of Shi Zhou’s lips on the rim—noticed the flush creeping up Shi Zhou’s cheeks and the corners of his eyes.  

“Get him orange juice,” Qin Yancheng said.  

Zhang Zhenqing rushed to comply, inwardly kicking himself. If he’d known earlier he would’ve treated Shi Zhou better. He’d assumed Qin Yancheng’s interest in this nobody was fleeting—something to indulge and discard. All he had to do was dress him upsendpresent him on a platter. 

But this “nobody” might be more than he seemed.

Shi Zhou, feeling the alcohol’s effects, sipped his juice, lamenting the loss of his former physique with high alcohol tolerance. The room’s initial leering and speculation had shifted to awe and curiosity.  

The original Shi Zhou had reached the point of being trampled into the dirt, a target for anyone’s scorn. Even after narrowly escaping his fate upon transmigrating, he’d been dragged back into it days later—forced into a dress, reduced to a plaything and returned to his former fate.  

In that case, no matter what comes next, I have to make Qin Yancheng take me away tonight. Falling into these pigs’ hands would be disastrous.  

He tried to express concern for the beauty again, hoping to foster goodwill, but the alcohol dulled his inhibitions. Without thinking, he clapped Qin Yancheng on the back like an old buddy.  

“Your stomach’s bad—stay away from alcohol. Feeling any better?”  

Qin Yancheng stiffened, as if unaccustomed to such casual concern. He averted his eyes from Shi Zhou’s earnest gaze, his fingers curling slightly against the table.  

—His expression was strange. Not quite happy or unhappy, but… suppressed. As if holding back something repulsive or terrifying. A secret.  

Shi Zhou, trained in acting, was more attuned to microexpressions than most. He immediately realized he’d overstepped—  

Thankfully, Qin Yancheng didn’t call him out in public.

Just as he prepared to fade into the background, he locked eyes with Zheng Qi’s scorching glare—  

Shi Zhou raised a brow and flashed a bright, provocative smile.  

—Die, scumbag. Forgotten about Song Duannian already?

The whole “lovers-to-rivals” dynamic between Shi Zhou and Zheng Qi was bizarre, but firstly, Shi Zhou and Qin Yancheng weren’t nearly as close as everyone imagined. They’d barely spoken. 

Besides, Zheng Qi, despite his muscular build and passable looks, couldn’t compare to Qin Yancheng’s long legs and broad shoulders. What, was he planning to be a short top?  

Night had fallen. Qin Yancheng’s driver waited outside.  

Overjoyed, Shi Zhou plopped into the backseat, shutting the door neatly. “President Qin, as beautiful inside as out. Good deeds bring good karma.”  

He scooted closer.  

Qin Yancheng, who usually avoided these chaotic gatherings, had—after terrifying Zhang Zhenqing into a cowering mess—ultimately taken Shi Zhou with him under those pleading eyes.  

Away from prying eyes, Qin Yancheng’s last shred of pretense vanished. “Stay away from me,” he said coldly. “…Do you really enjoy cross-dressing that much?”  

Seeing Shi Zhou’s face—so similar to his own younger self—paired with that long hair was unsettling.  

Shi Zhou protested immediately. “Of course not! I’m all man, okay?”  

—This was all Zhang Zhenqing’s stupid idea to suck up to you. Who’s the one with the fetish here? 

Shi Zhou blinked, his large eyes gleaming in the dim car. He leaned in, deliberately pitching his voice higher. “Master Qin, do you like me~?”  

But Qin Yancheng, slumped against the seat, didn’t respond.  

His long, elegant fingers pressed tightly against his upper abdomen, veins standing out from the strain. His knuckles whitened from the force of his grip—clearly struggling against the pain.  

“Hey, still hurting?” Shi Zhou sobered slightly.  

Qin Yancheng’s health wasn’t great. Shi Zhou remembered the novel’s ending—Qin Yancheng’s death from an asthma-triggered heart attack.  

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Logically, his asthma and heart condition shouldn’t have been severe. He might not even have considered himself sick, given how he never carried medication. In the end, it was a rather senseless way to go.

Shi Zhou sighed, feeling a kinship in their shared misfortune. A scripted death, just like mine.

And if memory served, Qin Yancheng didn’t have much time left.

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