Bai Yuhuai carried Jing Jiujiu through the door, while before Ding Hanbing could make a scene again, his manager's phone rang shrilly.
Yin Mo gave him an irritated glance: "Just answer it."
With any luck, the voice on the other end would douse Ding Hanbing's fiery anger and restore some of his sanity.
Ding Hanbing: "Hello."
The manager on the other end was nearly frantic.
"What on earth have you been posting on Weibo all day? Do you realize your public image..." The manager choked up at this point. Well, fine, it wasn't completely ruined. Still as temperamental and ill-tempered as ever.
While Ding Hanbing talked with his manager on one side, Yin Mo couldn't help but look up at Jing Jiujiu on the other. Jiujiu was young, just like Ding Hanbing, and couldn't handle provocation... Bai Yuhuai had really lucked out!
"Jiujiu..." Yin Mo called out.
He thought to himself that he was the only voice of reason left. If he didn't step up to calm Jiujiu down, who else could?
But Jing Jiujiu didn't even turn around: "Hmm?"
Yin Mo had no choice but to stand up and approach: "Jiujiu, I need to talk to you."
Jing Jiujiu had both arms draped over Bai Yuhuai's shoulders. He only twisted his body slightly, turning his head a little. This was already him exercising restraint - otherwise, if he turned too forcefully, he might spin 180 degrees and scare everyone to death.
Jing Jiujiu: "Go ahead."
Yin Mo suddenly recalled a similar scene back at the mine. Whenever he wanted to talk to Jing Jiujiu, he always had to include Bai Yuhuai.
Yin Mo pressed his lips together tightly, feeling a slight twinge of dissatisfaction and jealousy in his heart. But before he could speak,
Jing Jiujiu lazily leaned against Bai Yuhuai and said: "If you haven't thought it through yet, you can tell me later..." Then he immediately urged Bai Yuhuai: "Let's go upstairs!"
Yin Mo swallowed back everything he was going to say, the mole between his brows suddenly aching faintly.
Yin Mo smiled and said: "Ah, I can't remember what I wanted to say. You two go ahead..."
He even asked: "Do you want me to bring in the suitcase?"
Bai Yuhuai gave him a strange look: "Sure, thanks."
Yin Mo took a breath: "...You're welcome."
He turned and walked towards the door.
For a moment, Yin Mo actually couldn't tell if Ding Hanbing was truly not very bright, or if... he had seen things more clearly, earlier than Yin Mo himself.
Jiujiu already trusted Bai Yuhuai completely, even depended on him.
He nestled in Bai Yuhuai's arms, his face almost beaming with joy.
Yin Mo suddenly remembered an earlier version of Jing Jiujiu.
Back then, Yu Ran was still in the Jing family, and Jing Tinghua still acted like a father.
Jing Jiujiu had been raised well, gentle but dignified and aloof. When he smiled at Yin Mo at parties, it was just like that - the degree of his smile perfectly measured.
It was different now.
Now Jing Jiujiu would do all sorts of things that were beyond the scope of his past education.
Whether it was being close to Bai Yuhuai, or sitting here happily playing games, or even ordering around "child labor"...
Jing Jiujiu had changed a little, becoming more vibrant.
Yin Mo lowered his gaze, no longer looking at the backs of Jing Jiujiu and Bai Yuhuai.
So... he and Ding Hanbing had forgotten him for years, not even managing to collect his remains. They couldn't make him happy. He had suffered for years in that ancient castle, and they knew nothing. Now the Jing family didn't even exist anymore...
Jiujiu had fallen from his lofty cloud and endured much hardship. If he could be a little happier now... shouldn't he and Ding Hanbing be protecting this bit of happiness for Jiujiu?
He hoped Jing Jiujiu could go back to being a carefree little prince.
Yin Mo exhaled, turned around and went outside to bring in the suitcase.
Meanwhile, Ding Hanbing had finished his phone call, his brows furrowed so tightly they could kill a fly.
He asked: "Where's Jiujiu?"
Yin Mo: "Upstairs. With Bai Yuhuai." Though he felt more accepting internally, he still wanted to strangle Ding Hanbing.
"Oh." Ding Hanbing was silent for a few seconds, his expression momentarily indecipherable.
He lowered his head and fiddled with his phone for a bit. The screen showed the candid photo he had taken.
Jing Jiujiu straddling Bai Yuhuai.
Incredibly intimate.
Ding Hanbing snorted coldly: "...That's how it is anyway, how dare these people say who's worthy or not? As long as Jiujiu likes him. Whether it's Bai Yuhuai or Black Yuhuai. Jiujiu deserves him."
Yin Mo was speechless.
But after a while, Yin Mo still said quietly: "You're right."
Jing Jiujiu might not like them.
But no one was allowed to dislike Jing Jiujiu.
Yin Mo walked over to sit on the couch: "...Send me a copy of that photo."
Ding Hanbing: ?
Ding Hanbing: "Are you crazy?"
Though he cursed, Ding Hanbing still sent him a copy, and even imparted his personal experience: "Use your main account, understand? A secondary account has no impact at all."
Yin Mo didn't respond, but logged into his own Weibo account.
He rarely posted on Weibo.
His last post was a photo of Jing Jiujiu's back, saying he had been found.
Yin Mo stared at Weibo, and as he stared, his eyes began to sting slightly. Then he clicked to post a new photo.
Yin Mo: Our Jiujiu deserves Mr. Bai. [Photo]
After posting, he hit refresh and found that Ding Hanbing's new Weibo post was almost right next to his.
But this bastard's post was much more provocative in tone.
Ding Hanbing: Does it make you mad? [Photo]
Yin Mo turned off his phone screen, not looking at the storm that was stirred up in their circles afterwards.
Actually, the most shocked was probably Xu Sanyu.
Xu Sanyu scratched his head.
Didn't they just say a couple days ago that he was a kid from the family? How did it suddenly change to... this...
Looking at the comments section, sure enough, everyone had gone crazy.
[I'm stunned. Are Mr. Yin and my Ding at the frontlines of this drama? Are you the legendary CP fan leaders? And you're sitting in the VIP seats!]
[Mr. Yin and Little Ding know Young Master Jing? They both seem so protective...]
[You just found out? Back then, half of the upper-class circles in Capital City all had connections with the Jing and Yu families! Almost all those rich second-generation kids you can name now were Young Master Jing's childhood playmates!]
[That's so cool! I'm in awe!]
[...? So will anyone dare to insult Jing Jiujiu in the future?]
[What's going on? So Bai Yuhuai and Young Master Jing really have a thing?]
[Ahh, is the noble young master actually so clingy?]
[I'm going crazy, waiting for an official statement from the studio]
[This... it'll be hard to resolve without a wedding...]
[They match! You two are a perfect match! I'll lock you together! It's locked!]
Xu Sanyu took a deep breath as he read.
This time, Brother Bai was really going to retire from the entertainment industry, right?
But he still moved his finger and liked the comment that said [They match!].
I was the first to know they had a thing!
The first to think they were a good match!
...
Meanwhile, Bai Yuhuai carried Jing Jiujiu upstairs, the excitement in his mind gradually fading, and the blood in his body slowly calming from its heated rush.
Bai Yuhuai asked softly: "Do you know what 'like' means?"
Jing Jiujiu: "Of course I do."
Bai Yuhuai's heart was a mix of joy and disappointment, unsure which was stronger.
You don't know.
Bai Yuhuai said quietly in his heart.
But Jing Jiujiu had already started talking on his own: "I like you, that's what it means."
"It means I like you no matter when, I like everything about you... that kind of like." After saying this, Jing Jiujiu couldn't help feeling a bit proud.
I understand very well!
Bai Yuhuai's heart pounded, and he took a deep breath to barely suppress the surge of joy in his mind.
Really?
But Bai Yuhuai was afraid he had misunderstood and gotten his hopes up too soon.
Bai Yuhuai looked down and asked: "Before I came back, did you see something?"
Jing Jiujiu: "How did you know?"
As expected.
Bai Yuhuai set him down: "What did you see?"
Jing Jiujiu insisted on sitting right next to him and said: "On the phone." He took Bai Yuhuai's phone and opened the Weibo comments section, just like Ding Hanbing had shown him earlier. That insulting comment was now voted to the top and easy to see at a glance.
Bai Yuhuai's expression darkened as soon as he glimpsed it.
What nonsense?
Who are they to judge?
Bai Yuhuai's grip on the phone tightened, pressing the screen down slightly.
Bai Yuhuai asked: "So... you got angry because of this?"
Jing Jiujiu: "Mm." He couldn't help but ask in return: "Aren't you angry?"
Jing Jiujiu looked at him, his eyes revealing a hint of pitifulness: "Don't you like me?"
"I do," Bai Yuhuai said firmly.
He tossed aside his phone and cupped the back of Jing Jiujiu's neck, saying hoarsely: "But, I like you like this."
As he spoke, he kissed him hard, biting Jing Jiujiu's lips, nibbling and licking, their breaths mingling.
Bai Yuhuai's mind alternated between hot and cold.
He loosened his grip slightly and said: "It's not about feeding you soup or mushrooms. It's because I... want to kiss you. This kind of liking."
Jing Jiujiu touched his own mouth: "I understand. You like my body."
Of course not.
Before Bai Yuhuai could speak,
Jing Jiujiu blushed a little and said: "I like your body too."
Bai Yuhuai's throat tightened.
He was so shocked that it felt like a train had rumbled through his mind, leaving him unable to find his voice for a long moment.
Jing Jiujiu quickly added: "But, I also like you as a person... not just as a person... how should I describe it?" Jing Jiujiu murmured in a daze.
When he was young, he had studied under a literary master for a while. Among the things he learned were straightforward narratives and beautiful, moving rhetoric. But Jing Jiujiu felt that none of them could describe what he wanted to express at this moment.
Jing Jiujiu himself was at a loss.
Perhaps it was that time on the mountain... he felt that he really liked Bai Yuhuai.
But why did he like him? He couldn't say.
That's why he was the first to enthusiastically invite Bai Yuhuai to touch his butt.
He just instinctively wanted to leave a better impression in Bai Yuhuai's heart than the paper person.
— His butt really felt good to touch.
While Jing Jiujiu was still slowly sorting out his thoughts, Bai Yuhuai's gaze fixed on him had already undergone a subtle change.
The man's eyes became particularly deep and dark, as if he wanted to swallow Jing Jiujiu whole.
Bai Yuhuai pushed Jing Jiujiu down onto the small sofa, leaning down to kiss his forehead, the tip of his nose, and his earlobe.
Jing Jiujiu's eyes widened suddenly, looking up at the ceiling, lying softly in Bai Yuhuai's arms. He felt as if he could breathe, and that breath became particularly rapid, his body growing hot...
Bai Yuhuai kissed his Adam's apple and collarbone.
Jing Jiujiu had never experienced anything like this before, and instinctively curled up a little.
So Bai Yuhuai stopped his actions and asked in a low voice: "Do you like this too?"
Jing Jiujiu: "...I like it."
Fire danced in Bai Yuhuai's eyes as he supported Jing Jiujiu's waist with one hand and lifted him up again, placing him in his arms.
His face was as calm as ever, and if it weren't for his obviously quickened heartbeat, probably no one would have noticed his loss of control at this moment.
Bai Yuhuai gently squeezed Jing Jiujiu's fingertips and asked: "So what do you like about me?"
He asked in a low voice: "Do you want to touch?" His tone was calm and composed, but seemed to carry a bewitching flavor.
Hearing this, Jing Jiujiu didn't hold back.
He said: "Last time when I turned into a small paper person, I already stepped all over you. But the feeling is different..."
As he spoke, he began to undo Bai Yuhuai's buttons.
Bai Yuhuai's breath caught, but he allowed him to continue.
Jing Jiujiu was quite happy as he unbuttoned.
This doesn't count as sexual harassment, right?
Bai Yuhuai told me to do it.
Bai Yuhuai even likes me!
Jing Jiujiu reached in to touch.
His hands were cold, but he could finally clearly feel that Bai Yuhuai's muscle lines were beautiful, carrying a fiery temperature.
So happy!
Not only am I worthy of Bai Yuhuai, but I can also do whatever I want, touch all I like!
Bai Yuhuai pressed down on the back of his hand and asked: "Do you like it?"
Jing Jiujiu: "I love it!"
Bai Yuhuai's gaze grew even deeper.
He really liked it too.
He liked Jing Jiujiu, liked him incredibly much.
Bai Yuhuai chuckled softly and said: "I see."
He pressed down Jing Jiujiu's hand and kissed the young man's cheek again.
Jing Jiujiu felt somewhat reluctant to stop touching and boldly suggested: "Why don't we touch each other?"
This way you're happy and I'm happy too!
Isn't that wonderful?
Bai Yuhuai looked down at him, his gaze carrying a hint of intoxication. He said in a low voice: "Jiujiu, I'm about to lose my reason..."
Jing Jiujiu: ?
He thought to himself, I'm not asking you to be reasonable.
Seeing Jing Jiujiu not speaking, Bai Yuhuai gritted his teeth and carried him into the bathroom.
"Jiujiu, there's another place, do you want to touch?"
Two silhouettes were reflected on the transparent bathroom glass, and Jing Jiujiu's voice, neither high nor low, could be faintly heard.
"Stop biting my mouth, you'll bite through it in a moment."
"Big brother Bai..."
"My hand is hurt. It's really hurt..."
When Xu Sanyu arrived at the villa and saw Bai Yuhuai again, he and Jing Jiujiu were slowly walking down.
Bai Yuhuai's forehead hair was completely wet, sticking there messily, which made his eyes look even colder and sharper, carrying an indescribable aggression.
Xu Sanyu looked again, goodness, even his eyeballs were red.
What had they just... been doing?
Xu Sanyu quickly looked back—
Jing Jiujiu was squinting, his face seemed to express both happiness and unhappiness.
It was quite complex.
But the young man's face looked even more exquisitely beautiful, so pretty that one dared not look directly.
Xu Sanyu opened his mouth: "..."
Bai Yuhuai glanced at him: "Hold it in for now."
Xu Sanyu: "...Oh."
Bai Yuhuai turned on the indoor heating.
Jing Jiujiu said unhappily: "Not enough."
Bai Yuhuai looked at Xu Sanyu: "Go buy a fire pit."
Xu Sanyu: ?
Xu Sanyu grumbled inwardly that this post-intimacy style was a bit unpredictable. But he still went out to buy a stove.
It even took half an hour, no way around it, this villa area was all equipped with heating and central air conditioning, who would use a fire pit? Naturally, there was none for sale nearby.
Master Zhou coughed lightly, being particularly sensible as he took Bai Fu to the guest room.
"Children should avoid this."
Bai Fu: "I understand, they're going to dual cultivate."
Master Zhou: ?
Bai Fu closed the door very sensibly, pondering in his heart how to explain when he returned to the sect.
"Boss, here's the stove you wanted!" On this side, Xu Sanyu barged in hurriedly.
Bai Yuhuai raised his chin slightly, motioning for him to put it down, then grasped Jing Jiujiu's wrist and brought his hand towards it.
Xu Sanyu: ?
How, how come they're warming his hands by the fire now?
Xu Sanyu stared at Jing Jiujiu's hand for a while, unable to see anything unusual.
It's just that... on the fair fingers, there seemed to be a slightly darker color seeping in. Like the color that seeps into paper when it gets wet... quite strange...
"Does it look good?" Xu Sanyu suddenly heard his boss's icy voice.
Xu Sanyu quickly looked up to see Bai Yuhuai watching him.
Xu Sanyu smiled awkwardly: "...Of course the young master's hands are beautiful, but I shouldn't look too much." As he spoke, he consciously turned his head away.
Jing Jiujiu: "It's hot."
Bai Yuhuai quickly grabbed his hand again and blew on it.
Jing Jiujiu wrinkled his nose: "Wet."
So Bai Yuhuai held onto it and continued warming it.
It was quite difficult.
Bai Yuhuai slowly exhaled, but in his heart there was more indescribable lightness and joy.
He wanted nothing more than to hold Jing Jiujiu in the palm of his hand, cherishing him carefully. Never mind complaining about being hot or wet, Jing Jiujiu could complain about anything, and he would satisfy the young man's every wish, making him happy.
"Ah..." Jing Jiujiu sighed long and deep, "Look, it almost tore."
Xu Sanyu pricked up his ears.
What almost tore?
Jing Jiujiu: "I told you, I'm made of paper, made of paper."
Xu Sanyu: ?
Isn't that right? The young master's noble and delicate appearance. Really quite similar to being made of paper.
Jing Jiujiu had a wild idea: "Why don't you have craftsmen make my hands a little thicker?"
Bai Yuhuai was both amused and exasperated.
Xu Sanyu listened with a head full of question marks.
Jing Jiujiu thought for a moment and extrapolated: "The butt can also be made a little thicker... this way it won't tear so easily."
Bai Yuhuai's breath caught again, feeling himself getting worked up once more.
He asked in a deep voice: "Hmm? How do you know... to use the butt?"
He had only used Jing Jiujiu's hands just now.
Jing Jiujiu turned to look at him, his eyes even showing a trace of smugness: "You don't know, do you? But I do! The other day, Meng Hexin called me and said he wanted to cheer me up..."
Bai Yuhuai's brow furrowed.
What did this have to do with Meng Hexin?
A murderous intent arose.
Jing Jiujiu continued: "He said he wanted to show me something fun and happy, so he showed me a few adult videos. You haven't seen them, have you?"
His face was written all over with "beg me, beg me, and I'll share them with you."
Bai Yuhuai felt both annoyed and amused. He responded with a deep "Mm."
Xu Sanyu didn't dare to listen anymore and quickly excused himself.
However, as Jing Jiujiu thought about it, he began to regret it a little.
"If the buttocks are too thick, won't it look ugly? Maybe we should forget about it..." Jing Jiujiu abandoned the idea quickly.
Bai Yuhuai: "..."
What else could Bai Yuhuai do? He could only respond: "Mm."
Jing Jiujiu withdrew his hand: "It seems like it's cooked enough..."
Bai Yuhuai suppressed the hot breath in his throat.
A paper body still wouldn't do.
He needed to find a way to make a more perfect body...
Bai Yuhuai made a quick decision: "We'll go to Zhou City tomorrow."
Jing Jiujiu: "Oh... isn't that the place where many people have gone missing?"
Bai Yuhuai: "Mm."
Jing Jiujiu patted his shoulder: "Then let's go upstairs to sleep." "Oh, and bring up the suitcase."
After going upstairs, Jing Jiujiu quickly forgot about almost getting his hand damaged.
He squatted down, arranged the evil god statues in a circle, and placed the castle evil god and the four-faced Buddha in the center.
Evil god: *trembling.jpg*
Bai Yuhuai glanced at them. With so many things staying here, he had to suppress his floating thoughts.
"They're too heavy to bring all of them, so let's leave them at home. We'll take Yanmo and that stone... and don't forget the little robot..." Jing Jiujiu muttered as he crawled into bed.
Bai Yuhuai lay down next to him.
It was actually still early, just twilight, but even just lying quietly with Jing Jiujiu felt worlds apart from the past... sweetness filled his mouth.
As Jing Jiujiu was falling asleep, he couldn't help but turn over and whisper in Bai Yuhuai's ear: "...Are you unhappy about what I said earlier about liking you?"
Jing Jiujiu tasted this kind of worry for the first time. He said: "But I just can't describe well what 'like' is..."
His brow smoothed out as he said softly: "Anyway... Bai Yuhuai, you're the person I like most in this world, besides my dad Yu Ran."
Bai Yuhuai's heart trembled.
He firmly grasped Jing Jiujiu's hand and said in a deep voice: "Mm, I heard you. I'm happy."
He was extremely happy.
It didn't matter if Jing Jiujiu couldn't describe it clearly.
He liked Jing Jiujiu, and Jing Jiujiu liked him. As time passed, love would only become clearer.
Jing Jiujiu turned over again: "...Maybe we should make the buttocks thicker after all?"
...
The next day, Jing Jiujiu and Bai Yuhuai, along with Master Zhou, rushed to Zhou City.
Before leaving, Jing Jiujiu left a photo with Ding Hanbing, asking him to keep an eye out for someone named Lin Zhi. If he saw her, he should settle her in Bai Yuhuai's villa.
Meanwhile, Bai Fu took a plane back to Cloud Mountain.
As soon as he crossed the threshold and looked up, he saw the various bigwigs of the Cloud Return Sect.
Bai Fu took a breath, bowed slightly, then straightened up and said: "I saw the Ancestral Master."
"How is the Ancestral Master?" someone quickly asked.
Bai Fu: "The Ancestral Master... has raised a ghost."
Everyone's expressions changed dramatically, but they quickly composed themselves: "...For someone of the Ancestral Master's caliber, raising a ghost isn't that unusual."
Bai Fu nodded: "I feel the same way." "I also quite like this Great Master's Wife."
Everyone: "Wait, what... what Great Master's Wife?"
Bai Fu: "The ghost."
Everyone: "What ghost?"
Bai Fu: "The Great Master's Wife."
Everyone was shocked: "What Great Master's Wife?"
Bai Fu thought to himself, could it be that they've grown old and hard of hearing? How could they not understand this?
Bai Fu: "The ghost is the Great Master's Wife, and the Great Master's Wife is the ghost."
Thud!
Those Cloud Return Sect bigwigs, dressed in their otherworldly robes and sitting up high, all fell down.