LV Chapter 19

Legal Violation

Translator: She.Wee

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Chapter 19: Forever Young

Feng Lulin kissed him fiercely, pressing Feng Tang’s back against his chest and pinning him down on the bed to nibble at his nape.

Once he was done with the back of his neck, he moved to the side of Feng Tang’s neck behind the ear, biting and grinding it between his lips and teeth. Feng Tang, being sensitive, shrank back instinctively trying to hide his neck but couldn’t escape, his shoulders trembling with a ticklish sensation almost driving him mad.

The man on top of him didn’t let him turn over, so he had no choice but to lie there resigning to his fate and be kissed fiercely. He could even feel that hot part of Feng Lulin pressed against him, as if Feng Lulin was pouring half his life’s heat into him, waiting for his response.

He was in a daze when Feng Lulin turned him over, pulling apart his robe to expose his fair chest. Feng Tang’s cheeks and ears flushed, stifling his moans as his hands found their way to Feng Lulin’s head, allowing him to kiss his chest wantonly.

“Lift your leg.”

“What are you doing… Feng Lulin, don’t get too excited. My mom is home! Be careful, or I’ll eat some spinach and throw you out!”

Feng Lulin chuckled, “Then lift your hips.”

“What’s wrong with you? I said no! I need to save my hormones and dopamine for later, to make you dizzy and begging for mercy, calling me ‘oh, husband, you’re amazing’… Hey, wait fuck-!”

Feng Tang was about to kick him.

Feng Lulin ignored his protests, lifting one of his legs to kiss his abdomen, and suddenly noticed a small mole near Feng Tang’s left chest, followed by another near his navel.

He climbed up to Feng Tang’s ear, whispering softly in a low voice, “You’re covered in little stars too.”

Feng Tang, out of breath, couldn’t form words, his voice trembling as he asked, “Ah… where else?”

Feng Lulin said, “Your eyes.”

Upon hearing this, Feng Tang immediately closed his eyes, letting out a provocative groan. Feng Lulin’s desire to conquer was triggered, and he pinched Feng Tang’s waist hard.

Seeing he took the bait, Feng Tang smiled with pursed lips and asked Feng Lulin, “Do you want to add a few more flowers?”

At this, Feng Lulin really planted a few more “flowers” on his chest, kissing and laughing. Finally, he blew into Feng Tang’s ear and said in a low voice, “Ah, husband, you’re amazing… like this? Hmm?”

After speaking, Feng Lulin kissed Feng Tang’s mouth, who struggled but couldn’t push him away, feeling both embarrassed and furious. Inwardly, he calculated how to properly castrate this “bully” without committing assault.

Completely defeated.

In his distraction, Feng Lulin’s lips and tongue invaded his mouth, and Feng Tang, confused, bit down gently, as if holding a mouthful of warm water, unwilling to swallow for a long time.

He held Feng Lulin’s face, thinking that this man seemed unaware of how sexy his own lips were. Clean-shaven, with a well-defined shape, they were both firm when pressed together and tender when relaxed.

Feng Tang thought these lips were made to be kissed. As he thought this, he licked Feng Lulin’s lip corners, biting his lower lip, wanting to extinguish the dazzling fire, not wanting anyone else to see.

That night was utterly exhausting, and the two only held each other and kissed enough to satisfy. Feng Tang, completely limp, lay with Feng Lulin straddling his waist, gathering a handful of warmth and wiping it on his abdomen.

Feng Lulin leaned down, “I’ll let you off today.”

Noticing it was ten minutes to two, he set the alarm on his phone, saying he’d sleep holding Feng Tang for a while. Feng Tang, too tired to resist, lay in his arms, hugging his waist.

Holding each other, Feng Lulin felt uncomfortable and forcibly placed Feng Tang’s arms around his neck, making him hold him in an embrace. He looked down at Feng Tang, who had already closed his eyes, on the verge of sleep, his eyelashes casting faint shadows on his eye sockets.

 

Feng Lulin thought again of… the Swallowtail butterfly.

In recent days, he had been working to make Feng Tang lower his guard, exposing his soft belly and nape. Whether biting or devouring…

As long as Feng Lulin wanted this person, he would have him.

He could also clearly feel the change in Feng Tang.

He kissed Feng Tang’s forehead, enjoying the rare reliance Feng Tang showed. Feng Lulin tucked the quilt more snugly around him, nearly wrapping him up like a loaf of bread, and coaxed him, “Go to sleep.”

That night, Feng Tang slept soundly. He even dreamed of Feng Lulin twice.

When he woke up, he groped for the warmth, only then remembering Feng Lulin had left the previous night. Lying in bed for a while, he finally made up his mind to share his happiness with his buddies.

When He Qing heard Feng Tang was interested, he cautiously asked, “Are you planning to develop it into a boyfriend relationship?”

“What boyfriend? He’s just a ticket-giver.” Feng Tang’s tone carried a hint of self-mockery, “He knows a lot about my past… I don’t even know what it’s like to really like someone. I just feel increasingly strange.”

After listening, He Qing sighed, “When will you ever grow up?”

“Maybe tomorrow. Let me be childish today,” Feng Tang said.

He Qing added, “You two… you might not be the same kind of people, so don’t put on an act. Let things happen as they should.”

“To capture a man’s heart, you must first capture his stomach!”

Fearing Feng Tang would be upset, He Qing changed the subject, “If you really can’t cook, then capture his lower b-…”

Before He Qing could finish, Feng Tang cut him off with a dark face, “If you don’t stop being obscene, I’m hanging up.”

After hanging up, Feng Tang thought for a while. Feng Lulin, as if reading his mind, sent him a message, suggesting they go out to have some snacks tomorrow since it was the weekend. Feng Tang, excited, replied coolly, “Sure.”

Early the next morning, he got up and got ready, waiting until nine when Feng Lulin arrived on his motorcycle.

As soon as Feng Tang got on, he shivered from the cold wind. Feng Lulin took off his jacket and draped it over him, scolding him for thinking he was so tough.

Feng Tang conceded and asked where they were going.

Feng Lulin said they should wander around first. The motorcycle weaved through streets and alleys, quickly arriving at a market. Feng Tang, not used to getting up so early, had never seen so many people crowding around stalls. Curiously, he asked, “What are they buying?”

“Queueing for chickens and ducks. You’ve never seen this, have you?”

“Picking them out yourself? Wouldn’t you get attached and not want to eat them… Hey, let’s go take a look. I’ve never seen these. Do you often help your parents with grocery shopping? I really envy you, having so much life experience.”

Feng Lulin stayed silent, unable to nod in agreement. As a child, he rarely came to places like this; his father’s subordinates always delivered high-quality greenhouse vegetables, home-raised chickens and ducks, the finest wild delicacies, and lamb chops for every meal.

He squeezed Feng Tang’s hand, using his height to make a path and protect Feng Tang in his arms, whispering, “Let’s go inside and take a look.”

In the world of daily life, Feng Lulin’s hands, which had held guns and batons, were no different from anyone else’s, blending back into the dust and soil.

He rarely cooked, but whenever he had some leisure time to “fool around,” he would head to the market. Unlike the cold, colorful cars on the streets—red, white, or any other shade, no matter how warm in color—they remained rigid and hard. Speaking of colors, Feng Lulin always felt that the white cars, red cars, and even those with colorful film were cuter than black cars, which bore the two words “private car.”

The cars uniformly allocated by his work unit were mostly black, adding an extra layer of coldness.

The market, on the other hand, was far more interesting to him. Daylilies and purple cabbage crowded together, green and red peppers competed in spiciness, vendors and customers argued over a few cents, and the noodle seller watched the pancake stall’s hustle and bustle.

Accustomed to seeing wind and rain on the road, eating boxed meals and drinking mineral water, occasionally thinking about what to cook felt like “real living.”

Feng Tang followed him into the market, noticing that Feng Lulin liked to trail behind elderly ladies when buying vegetables.

After listening to them haggle, Feng Lulin would suddenly appear with an innocent smile. Then he’d start pulling out money, saying, “Boss, give me a pound too.”

Once they emerged with plastic bags in hand, Feng Tang couldn’t help but pinch him, whispering, “Why the hell are you so…”

Feng Lulin didn’t feel the slightest bit embarrassed, laughing softly, “Aren’t you here to learn life skills? I don’t want you to starve.”

Feng Tang nodded, agreeing with the logic. They resumed shopping, with Feng Tang wanting to eat whatever Feng Lulin asked about.

“You seem easy to feed,” Feng Lulin remarked.

Feng Tang proudly replied, “I’ve even eaten sand before.”

“Was life tough at home?” Feng Lulin inquired.

“I ate it when I fell flat on my face,” Feng Tang explained.

They hung the bags of groceries on the motorcycle’s handlebars, but Feng Tang was already hungry before they got home. Sitting on the back seat of the motorcycle, his eyes widened as he felt his bottom bloom. Skipping breakfast, they rode through the streets on Feng Lulin’s motorcycle, stopping at the first restaurant they found, ignoring everything else to eat first.

“Noodle shop!”

“Hot pot!”

“Grilled brain!”

After three or four meals, Feng Lulin packed two leaf buns to take away. Feng Tang, clutching his stomach and leaning against his back, murmured, “I still want seafood.”

Feng Lulin revved the engine, “Sure, there’s a snail noodle shop ahead. Let’s catch some snails.”

Feng Tang pinched him, “Can we still live like this?”

Finally, the motorcycle stopped at a bean hot pot restaurant, with Feng Lulin’s small electric motorcycle standing out among a crowd of luxury cars. Feng Lulin suddenly remarked that the soup base of this bean hot pot was particularly fragrant. Feng Tang commented on his extravagant taste. Feng Lulin realized he had given himself away, smiled, and said nothing more.

They sat down, and Feng Lulin handed the menu to Feng Tang. Feng Tang, always the one to order when dining out, carefully selected several dishes. The waiter then informed them that the fish he had just ordered was no longer available.

Feng Tang was stunned, “No more live black fish? I just saw it on the menu.”

The waiter replied, “It just died.”

Feng Tang: “…”

[T/N: lmao]

Rubbing his face, he felt he was starving to death there. For some reason, his appetite was unusually strong that day, wanting to eat everything he saw. Finalizing the menu, he looked up, “Alright, then the freshly deceased one will do, cook it.”

As the grilled oysters arrived, Feng Lulin’s table-setting movements were adept. He used tongs to place a few for Feng Tang who buried his head in eating. He found Feng Tang particularly childish today, softening his heart, and couldn’t help but call out, “Feng Tang.”

“Mm?” Feng Tang responded.

Feng Lulin said, “Tell me about your childhood.”

Feng Tang laughed. He was especially happy because Feng Lulin finally showed interest in understanding him beyond the physical and the present. Though he rarely talked about these things, he remembered all the meaningful and meaningless details well. Feng Tang didn’t consider himself “mature.”

In his mind, as long as he hadn’t had a serious relationship, accomplished a major task, eaten a lot of ice cream in summer, or screamed his heart out at a concert, his teenage years hadn’t truly ended.

Watching Feng Lulin pick up abalone with chopsticks, Feng Tang blew on the soup and said, “I was a problem child as a kid. If you didn’t hit me for three days, I’d tear the roof off.”

Feng Lulin asked, “And when you grew up?”

Feng Tang replied, “I became a problem teenager.”

“And now you’re a problem young man?” Feng Lulin teased.

Feng Tang rolled his eyes, “Haven’t you heard? ‘Men are boys until they die.'”

Feng Lulin shook his head, not wanting to continue the topic of “youth,” but looked at Feng Tang and said, “Having problems is a good thing; it’s better than having none.”

Finding a rare moment of resonance, Feng Tang nodded, agreeing with him. He touched his face and continued, “Nothing major, really.”

Feng Tang had many grand ambitions growing up. He was determined to be the store manager of a small shop and to be great and romantic in character. When he grew up, he indeed had a big tail, showing a bit of wolf-like nature. Being romantic wasn’t just about love, but that was another story.

In kindergarten, the canteen uncle liked him and always gave him an extra piece of pig tail. Once, Feng Tang, craving two pieces, was told if he could grow as tall as the uncle, he’d get two pieces daily. Later, when Feng Tang grew taller, he found out the uncle had passed away years ago.

Since then, every time he saw pig tail, he had the illusion that he was still a child.

But he would never grow taller.

Lan Zhou once wanted to open a noodle shop because of his name, only to later discover it could also be a pack of cigarettes, deciding then to open a tobacco shop. Growing older, he learned it was also a city.

Troubled, he told Feng Tang, “Damn! Why isn’t your dad my dad?”

Feng Tang replied, “Damn, you can’t curse.”

Lan Zhou, eager to please, quickly corrected himself, “Uncle, why aren’t you my dad?”

Feng Tang said, “Even if my dad transferred, it’s not hereditary.”

He Qing was even more troubled. He discovered that both Lan Zhou and Feng Tang’s names were related to noodles. Standing in the living room, he raised his arm and shouted, “Dad, I want to change my name to ‘He Daoxiao’!”

His dad, standing by the hallway, rolled up his newspaper, “Alright, let me cut you down right now.”

In high school, the cafeteria food was terrible, and Lan Zhou vowed to become the principal, making his school’s cafeteria the best in the city.

He Qing suggested, “Why not open a restaurant instead?” So Lan Zhou changed his ambition again, wanting to be a restaurant owner who could overpower chefs. He Qing, always critical, said, “You don’t understand, good restaurants revere their chefs.” Lan Zhou, after much thought, agreed and decided to be a customer, as customers are gods and can dominate restaurants.

Feng Tang silently listened, noting that he should avoid provoking this entrepreneurial bunch in the future.

Back then, there was a scratch card game at the school gate. They often had more pocket money than most kids and frequently played “gambling” until their parents found out and stopped them. Every time Feng Tang scratched a card, he would read the words, “Thank you for your patronage.” He Qing would look at his own card and, mimicking a parrot, say, “Try again next time.”

Feng Tang sighed, “I’m so unlucky!”

He Qing shrugged, “Why am I so unlucky!”

“Qing’er, why do you keep copying him…” Lan Zhou slowly scraped the black paper clean with the back of a knife, exclaiming, “Ten bucks!”

He Qing shouted excitedly, “Ten bucks! You’re a lucky star!”

The three kids pooled their money and bought twenty more fifty-cent cards, scratching them together. This time, not only He Qing and Feng Tang, but even Lan Zhou rolled his eyes, “I’m so unlucky.”

He Qing echoed, “I’m so unlucky.”

Feng Tang, pocketing the losing scratch cards, muttered, “I think I’m okay.”

He Qing, that little fool, shouldn’t curse himself as unlucky, it wasn’t auspicious. Feng Tang was a superstitious kid who, growing up, saw through it all, believing he was the real deal.

In their teenage years, their parents, fearing hormonal surges and youthful exuberance, didn’t give them much pocket money. Feng Tang was the most playful, once skipping class to take He Qing and Lan Zhou to a city bar for drinks.

He Qing couldn’t drink back then and, seeing the thirty-yuan unlimited drink deal, paid fifty yuan and asked for unlimited soda. The owner hesitated, but Feng Tang handed another fifty, saying a hundred yuan for unlimited drinks.

So the owner went to the nearby store to buy drinks. He Qi drank so much carbonated soda that he didn’t eat lunch the next day. So that day, the three of them, under everyone’s watchful eyes, drank soda in the bar.

While others drank cheap alcohol, enjoying the thirty-yuan unlimited fake booze.

Feng Tang finished speaking and laughed, winking at Feng Lulin. “Those people were all pretending to be drunk… Can you really get drunk on fake liquor?”

Feng Lulin replied, “As long as someone wants to get drunk, they can. If you drink with me in the future, you can get drunk whenever you want.”

After saying this, he recalled the stories Feng Tang had just shared and couldn’t help but smile. “You three were pretty adorable when you were little. No wonder you’re all so capable now. But among the three of you, you must be the smartest.”

“Being too smart for your own good can backfire. It’s better to be a bit foolish; look at how happy He Qing is.”

Feng Tang kept laughing. He looked at the almost empty soup pot and started rambling, “Have you heard of the water monkey? Or the Melville whale, the scarlet flame beetle, the snout animal, the mothman? We used to research these things.”

Feng Lulin said, “I’ve heard of them. My family had a small TV back then, and I watched a lot of educational programs. How did you get into racing?”

“There’s no grand story about racing… The story is just that my dad didn’t want me to race.”

“And then?”

“I rebelled. Later, when I hit the track, I found it wasn’t a big deal.”

“Not thrilling?”

Feng Tang wiped his mouth and said, “Thrilling… But what good does it do? Life is still slow.”

He was talking about funny anecdotes, but to Feng Lulin, it sounded like he was recounting a part of his life. He admired Feng Tang’s early maturity, but now it seemed everything he’d done could be summed up as childish. Yet childishness is actually joyful and desirable. Talking about fathers, Feng Lulin felt a connection with Feng Tang in some ways, but he couldn’t say it yet.

Back in elementary school, Feng Wangang came to the school to give a public safety talk to a bunch of clueless kids. Feng Lulin, with his red scarf tied around his neck, stood obediently in the audience. But no one in the school, except for the principal and the Feng family, knew that Feng Wangang was Feng Lulin’s father.

Feng Wangang spoke on stage while Feng Lulin picked at his hands below. When Feng Wangang’s gaze swept over him, slightly stern, Feng Lulin would clench his fists, his eyes filled with a defiant challenge akin to moves from Shaolin Temple.

The Feng family was different from the Feng family.

[T/N: Referring to Feng Tang’s family and his own family]

They were not a mere “family” in the city, but a “clan” in an ancient cultural capital, living in an old alley, with courtyards passed down through generations. The family had strict rules and a family tree, and every aspect was tightly controlled. In his generation, whoever succeeded would be the “clan leader,” the head of the family. But for now, the power was still in Feng Wangang’s hands.

Feng Lulin’s family situation was complex, and he couldn’t explain it to Feng Tang. He simply rested his chin on his hand, looking at Feng Tang, yearning for his freedom and uninhibited life, and longing to protect that beauty.

Seeing Feng Lulin lost in thought, Feng Tang remembered something. He pulled out a ticket from his pocket and said, “Look at this. This ticket is no ordinary one…”

Damn, it’s the witness to my first crush.

Feng Lulin took it and saw that it was the one with a solid heart he had drawn. It was from their third meeting. Feng Lulin looked at his own name, written earnestly despite appearing distracted at the time, and smiled. “Isn’t this from New Year’s Eve?”

Feng Tang cursed, “Back then, I just found you annoying.”

Feng Lulin said, “Liar. Then why did you touch my wrist?”

Feng Tang, unflustered, said, “When you hid my phone number slip, I poisoned you with a seven-step gut-wrenching poison. I wanted to see how long you could live.”

“Seven steps are enough. Once you appeared, I couldn’t move.”

Feng Lulin stifled a laugh as he finished, raising his eyebrows to look at him.

Like a piece of candy, dropped into hot water.

 

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Feng Tang: These lips are made to be kissed.

Feng Lulin: Only by you.

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