TYMRHBDES Chapter 34

After speaking, the person on the phone fell silent, and Fu Tingchuan didn’t say anything either.

Jiang Luoluo was still stunned by the close call of being sent to that kind of place. His mouth hung slightly open as he shrank further into Fu Tingchuan’s arms.

Fu Tingchuan held him even tighter, one hand gently patting his back. “Don’t be scared. I, your husband is here.”

At the sound of this, Jiang Luoluo looked up. Fu Tingchuan’s cold, sharp features filled his vision.

Those eyes, usually carrying a hint of warmth when looking at him, now stared darkly ahead. He seemed lost in thought.

In just a few breaths, the man seemed to have reached a conclusion.

The slight furrow between his brows smoothed out. A hint of a smile played on his thin lips as he spoke, his tone nonchalant:

“He managed to do one thing right after all.”

For a moment, Jiang Luoluo didn’t understand what Fu Tingchuan meant. With a baffled expression, he gazed at his lover.

Fu Tingchuan looked down at the person in his arms.

The delicate, porcelain face held a trace of barely perceptible fear. The almond-shaped eyes gazed up at him, their luminous glow clouded by a mist of concern.

‘Thank goodness he’s unharmed,’ Fu Tingchuan thought.

Fu Tingchuan gently caressed Jiang Luoluo’s cheek.

So small, so delicate, so beautiful…’

‘If he were really taken away and sent to that kind of place…’

‘When I came to my senses, I’d drive myself insane.’

With this thought, Fu Tingchuan’s relaxed expression turned grim.

That Bai Tang dare to scheme like this!

Over the years, he had been generous with the Bai family, guided by their childhood bond. Who would have thought they’d be so ungrateful and turn into a real ingrate!

The treacherous, venomous man actually had the nerve to scheme against his people!

If not for the person he’d authorized stepping in, his baby would have ended up in that awful place, enduring heaven knows what humiliations.

“I won’t let anyone harm our baby…” Fu Tingchuan leaned down to kiss Jiang Luoluo’s eye. “Your husband… will protect you.”

‘No matter who’s by your side, I’ll protect you without hesitation.’

After comforting the man in his arms, Fu Tingchuan looked at the phone still on the call screen. “What else is there?”

The person on the other end seemed hesitant. “Mr. Fu, what about that little young master Bai Tang? Should we still follow your instructions and pass the message to the Bai family?”

The sound of a man’s cold scoffing laugh floated through the air. His weary voice, transmitted through the phone, was especially icy.

“My instructions? What instructions could I have?”

“As for the Bai family’s young master…”

Fu Tingchuan patted Jiang Luoluo’s shoulder, his voice slow and drawn out. “Tonight, you never received any news about the Bai family’s young master.”

“Got that?”

After hanging up the phone, Fu Tingchuan stood up and scooped Jiang Luoluo into his arms. “Alright, time for bed~”

As he spoke, he playfully, yet mischievously gave Jiang Luoluo a slight lift. Feeling himself lose balance mid-air, Jiang Luoluo let out a startled shriek and quickly wrapped his arms around Fu Tingchuan’s neck.

The man’s chest vibrated with stifled laughter as he carried his partner down the hallway towards the bedroom.

“Still clinging to me like that?” Fu Tingchuan’s smile was full of meaning. “If our baby likes being carried by his husband, should we try a different position—one that you might enjoy even more?”

Caught off guard by Fu Tingchuan’s teasing, any lingering worry in Jiang Luoluo’s heart instantly vanished. He hurriedly climbed off Fu Tingchuan, his small face flushed red. “You scoundrel!”

…

After watching Fu Tingchuan enter the bathroom to wash up, Jiang Luoluo turned on the projector. He spent a while picking a movie he liked before scampering to bed with his favorite plushie. Excited, he settled in to watch.

Not long after, Fu Tingchuan emerged from the bathroom in his nightclothes. His handsome features were still damp, making his face look even more striking.

He walked over to the bedside and looked down at the person on the bed, arms crossed. His tone was less than friendly. “Jiang Luoluo, what happened to my friendship bracelet?”

Hearing this, Jiang Luoluo sat up straight. His eyes quickly darted to the rolled-up sleeves of Fu Tingchuan’s nightclothes, but the distinctive wrist was empty.

He guessed that the second personality of Fu Tingchuan must have hidden it away.

Those dark eyes flicked around, and Jiang Luoluo tilted his small head up to look at the man beside the bed. He spoke in a soft, innocent voice. “Oh dear, it’s not ready yet, husband.”

Fu Tingchuan looked down at him from above. He reached into the pocket of his nightclothes, pulled something out, and then held it out for Jiang Luoluo. “Not ready yet?” he countered.

In his palm lay the bracelet neatly woven from last night.

Embarrassed, Jiang Luoluo clutched the pillow tighter, rubbing his nose into it.

“Does he matter more to you?”

The bed shifted as Fu Tingchuan moved closer. He gripped Jiang Luoluo’s chin, making him look up. “Did you give him your first piece, but not me?”

“Are you saying you’re not biased?”

As he spoke, those fingers slid down Jiang Luoluo’s collar. “Let me feel Jiang Luoluo’s heart. Has it gone crooked too?”

A prickly sensation spread across his skin. Jiang Luoluo tried to pull away, his soft voice filled with light laughter. “Not biased… baby isn’t biased…”

With a sweep of his arm, Fu Tingchuan pulled Jiang Luoluo, mattress and all, closer to him. Jealousy tinted his voice. “How can you prove you’re not biased?”

“Your first knitted bracelet was for him, but your first what was for me?”

Fu Tingchuan’s nightclothes were not buttoned to the top button, and now the collar was wide open.

With his shirt wide open, Jiang Luoluo’s fingers rested on Fu Tingchuan’s bare chest. His pinky finger shivered a bit as he stammered:

“It was time, the first time I gave it to you… it was with you…”

Fu Tingchuan swallowed hard, waves of memories flooding back.

“Baby, you were always meant to be mine,” he said, lifting Jiang Luoluo’s chin. “But now you’re getting distracted. Your husband is quite unhappy, so you need to make it up to me.”

“And tell me, what do you know that he doesn’t…?”

Ten minutes later.

Jiang Luoluo stood barefoot on the bay window, a gentle breeze lifting his clothes, making him look like a tiny fairy ready to fly away in the wind.

He wore a loose silk shirt that covered his thighs, completely hiding his white shorts underneath.

Fu Tingchuan sat opposite him, pulling up a small chair to face the bay window. With his fingers interlocked, he looked at Jiang Luoluo with keen interest and said, “Let’s begin.”

Before signing the contract with the system, Jiang Luoluo was a dance student, so dancing wasn’t hard for him. [footnote] T/N: Ohhh guys, this is my favourite part. Because this part made a deep mark on my memory. Manhua had a beautiful panel for this! [/footnote]

But Fu Tingchuan wasn’t like his usual audience. His gaze was too intense, and his manner was a bit ruffish. Jiang Luoluo suddenly regretted agreeing to dance for him on impulse.

But since he’d already said he would, there was no taking it back. Thankfully, he’d chosen a dance that wasn’t too suggestive.

The soothing, leisurely music started, and Jiang Luoluo stood on tiptoe.

Fu Tingchuan leaned back against the chair’s armrest, enjoying the scene before him.

The wide bay window and the bright moonlight made an outstanding background. Outside the window, a sharp crescent moon, and under it, Jiang Luoluo standing on tiptoe, his ankles delicate.

He lifted his arms, twirled, bent backward, and looked over his shoulder…

His figure was tall and slender, his waist so supple it seemed on the verge of collapsing. His neck was long and as white as snow.

His shirt fluttered with each move, graceful and airy. Sometimes it revealed a hint of his pale, soft waist, capturing all his attention before quickly covering up again, leaving no trace.

His legs were long and shapely, glowing with a soft light from the moon and stage lamps that followed every dance move.

Gold tassels hung from his ankles, chiming with each step in a pleasant melody.

As he bent backward, he smiled in Fu Tingchuan’s direction. His eyes sparkled like clear water, filled with affection, every glance carrying a subtle charm.

His face was fair and innocent, with soft, pink lips. His pure expression held an unwitting allure.

He looked both innocent and desirable, like a young fox just out of its den. His eyes were alluring, and his waist was so small it seemed one could wrap their arms around it easily.

Fu Tingchuan swallowed hard, staring at the dancer with eyes burning like fire.

He instinctively sat up straighter, then quietly crossed one leg over the other.

Hiding his poorly contained desire.

Above the window, the person stood as pristine as a little fairy descending from the heavens. This scene should not be tainted.

Yet in his heart, a defiant thought persistently urged him:

‘He was yours from the start.’

‘Pull him down and gather him into your arms.’

‘Let him be suffused with your scent.’

‘He was meant to be thoroughly defiled by you.’

The music’s rhythm neared its end. The person by the window leaped into the air, freezing for a brief moment as if suspended within it.

The wind filled the shirt, puffing it out and sending its corners flying, while the fabric at the waist collapsed, hugging curves that were the very essence of allure.

His slender waist and delicate hands revealed skin as smooth as cream.

A beauty that would captivate any city.

Fu Tingchuan’s breath hitched, his gaze fixed intensely on Jiang Luoluo, no longer able to look away.

After completing his final move, Jiang Luoluo jumped down from the window, barefoot. He bounded over like a young deer and came to a stop in front of Fu Tingchuan.

Droplets of sweat still glistened on his forehead, casting a faint sheen over his delicate features, which seemed all the more radiant under the light.

Breathing slightly hard, he softly said, “My dance is finished.”

“hmm”

Fu Tingchuan just stared at him, making a small sound of acknowledgment.

The person before him smiled, eyes curving like almonds. “I’ve only danced for you.”

‘Only for you.’

Fu Tingchuan’s arm on the armrest tensed, and his heart began to tremble.

It felt tingly, like being licked by a little kitten.

He suddenly stood up, pulling his little fairytale character close. A burst of possessiveness almost exploded through his veins:

“You’re not allowed to dance for anyone else! Never, ever! You can only dance for me!”

Jiang Luoluo didn’t get a chance to respond. Feeling light, he was picked up by Fu Tingchuan, and they rushed towards the bathroom as if they couldn’t wait a second.

“You’ve been sweaty. Let’s get you bathed.”

The bathroom door was closed tightly.

On the translucent frosted glass, a tall figure was reflected, with a low and hoarse voice, holding a smaller one in his arms, coaxing softly…

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“And so, Young Master Jiang learned the hard way—never dance too beautifully unless you want to be carried off like a kidnapped princess. Ah, but who could resist such a charming little fairy? Certainly not President Fu.”

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