"Um."
So Song Ling called him Little Kitten, but everyone else called him Little Beggar.
"You were so small back then, you know? I looked for you and told you to wait for me at the hotel the next day, and I would take you back to the capital, but you didn't come."
“I know, I remember.”
I just can't get over it.
I returned to the hospital full of joy, wanting to tell that person that there was still a place in the world where I could stay. But when I woke up, I found myself in the wilderness, having forever lost the chance to board Song Ling's train.
Missing the train carrying the boy and Jiang Ran's death became the biggest regrets of his life.
Luo Wenchuan's eyes welled up with tears. He knew he had missed a lot, and he always told himself that these memories were insignificant, but he never expected that bringing them up again would cause him such unbearable pain.
He had tried his best to forget Song Ling, such a beautiful light, but just when he was about to forget him, he met him again.
He kept himself alert at all times, yet he was also deeply immersed in the tenderness this person gave him.
How could he bear to let go of someone like Song Ling?
A note from the author:
It's here!
Thanks to "Qingzhi" for the landmine—
Thanks to "caesura" and "52789677" for the nutrient solution.
Chapter 64
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The boy's beating heart was telling him he loved him.
"Brother Ling, I can still..."
"Okay, I'll take you home."
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Bringing Luo Wenchuan back to the capital was no easy task.
After Song Ling told his older sister Song Fei about this, Song Fei said "You're sick" and never replied again.
Seeing Song Ling put down the terminal, Luo Wenchuan looked at him expectantly: "How was it, Brother Ling?"
Seeing Luo Wenchuan's expression, Song Ling couldn't bear to tell him the truth: "My older sister said it's fine, but she's been very busy lately and can't see you."
"When are we going to the capital?" Luo Wenchuan's tone made it seem as if he would be ready to leave the moment Song Ling said that.
There was no place in his life he had ever been so eager to visit, but Song Ling's home was the first, and would be the only one.
Before taking Luo Wenchuan back to the capital, Song Ling made a special trip to the place where Jiang Ran's ashes were kept.
Luo Huaishan's original intention was for his assistant to dispose of Jiang Ran's ashes promptly, but the assistant, unable to bear it, buried Jiang Ran in a cemetery in Quecheng.
This was Luo Wenchuan's most silent day. He had already lost his mother, but only now was he able to see Jiang Ran's grave.
He sat in front of Jiang Ran's grave for a long time, his eyes empty and devoid of any light, until the sun set and the last wisp of cloud was swallowed by the night.
"It's getting dark, Brother Ling."
"Let's go home." Song Ling reached out and smoothed Luo Wenchuan's hair.
go home.
Luo Wenchuan hadn't heard those two words in a long time. He used to hate winter nights, when every house was brightly lit and everyone could go home, but he could only find a windless place to curl up and spend the night.
He didn't know how he managed to persevere, but thankfully he did.
Everything is different now. He has a home now; it's Song Ling's home.
It turns out that after the long night, just one more step and the dawn will break.
"Are we going back to the capital?"
"The capital..." Going back is definitely out of the question; given Song Fei's personality, she'd probably kick them both out of the house.
"Let's stay in Quecheng for a few days. I want to see the place where you grew up."
"real?"
"Um."
Luo Wenchuan put his arm around Song Ling's and suggested, "Let's go to the hotel where we first met."
"First meeting? That hotel was a gift from Luo Huaishan to Luo Shupei; shouldn't it be under investigation?"
"No."
"No?"
"Yes, I've bought it."
What did you buy?
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Song Ling had no idea about Luo Wenchuan's financial strength. When he was hospitalized, he couldn't even afford the hospital fees, yet he secretly bought Luo Shupei's hotel.
It is truly unfathomable.
Song Ling didn't have much of an impression of this hotel. He remembered that it was late autumn when he was doing physical training at home. Ms. Song called him from Lincheng to Quecheng to attend Luo Shupei's birthday banquet.
What remains most vivid in my memory of the entire banquet is Luo Shupei's exquisitely crafted, smiling, and formulaic face.
It wasn't until he discovered a little tabby cat peeking at him during the banquet that he realized it was watching him. The little tabby cat had beautiful eyes, but it was very timid and would only peek at him from afar. It was also unsteady on its feet and tripped and fell on the stairs as soon as it stepped out of the hotel.
“How come you were so tiny back then? I always thought you were three or four years younger than me.” Song Ling tried to find the child again, but she couldn’t quite place him.
Hearing this, the person who had just finished showering lowered their eyes and said, "I wasn't getting enough to eat back then, so my development was slower. My Enigma differentiation was also delayed, which had an impact."
“Differentiation was late.” Song Ling looked at Luo Wenchuan’s firm and beautiful muscles on his chest, and suddenly thought of something. He put down the terminal in his hand and asked him, “When you found out later that you were Enigma, how did you feel?”
The range from the flawed Omega to the extremely rare Enigma is quite significant.
When Luo Wenchuan heard Song Ling ask this question, he suddenly fell silent.
"Why are you mute?"
“I…” Luo Wenchuan paused for a long time, then sat on the edge of the bed and said to Song Ling, “I was very strange during that time. I thought I was amazing, that no one was as good as me.”
One moment on the ground, the next in the heavens; Luo Wenchuan's life has always been a state of extreme imbalance, shifting from extreme inferiority to extreme arrogance.
"How long will you maintain this mindset?" Song Ling asked.
Luo Wenchuan fell silent again. He didn't want to tell Song Ling that he still felt this way back in Song County. He even felt that, apart from being a little better looking, Song Ling was no different from other Alphas—impulsive and competitive.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Ling understood what was going on.
Judging from the little rascal's skillful use of acting cute and pitiful, he should have guessed it. If it weren't for the fact that Luo Wenchuan needed his pheromones to complete the differentiation, he probably would have already seen Luo Wenchuan's arrogant and conceited state in front of outsiders.
If Luo Wenchuan had always maintained that superior attitude, he would never have had any contact with such a person.
"You knew what kind of person I liked all along, so you catered to their tastes?"
Song Ling was born with a strong protective instinct. While many Alphas liked to bully the weak, Song Ling single-mindedly pursued the path of helping the weak and punishing the strong. Not to mention that Luo Wenchuan was practically raised according to his own preferences; the moment he blinked his eyes and a little tear fell, Song Ling's heart almost melted.
"Yes and no. Maybe it started as a way to please them, but later..."
"Did they turn a fake relationship into a real one?"
No wonder, who doesn't like being a sucker kept in the dark and manipulated by others? When Song Ling thought about how that little bastard Luo Wenchuan was enjoying his care while secretly cursing him, he wanted to crack open Luo Wenchuan's head to see what kind of circuit was inside.
Seeing the displeasure on Song Ling's face, Luo Wenchuan dared not continue speaking.
"Brother Ling, I was wrong. I was young and ignorant back then. Please forgive me." Luo Wenchuan leaned closer, almost pressing his entire body against Song Ling's.
Luo Wenchuan grew up almost freely until he was eighteen. Before that, no one told him what liking someone meant. His feelings for Song Ling grew wildly in his third year, and even he himself couldn't explain them.
Before this, he always thought that he only had a strong possessive desire for Song Ling, but later he realized that this was love.
"Brother Ling, don't be angry..." When Luo Wenchuan gets cold, the temperature around him can drop significantly, and when he acts cute, few people can resist him.
Song Ling was only tense for a few minutes before she was completely worn down by this persistent and gentle persuasion.
Luo Wenchuan's humility was beyond anyone's imagination. He knew what Song Ling liked and always handled such matters with ease.
Even in matters like that, he became increasingly adept at pleasing Song Ling.
"Brother Ling, I..."
"Cannot form a knot."
"Um."
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When Luo Wenchuan said he was serving Song Ling, he truly spared no effort in doing so.
Song Ling had previously wondered what it would be like to be under Luo Wenchuan, given his attractive appearance. But after thinking about it, he stopped. Luo Wenchuan was quite clever and learned about these things very quickly, so he couldn't be bothered to consider who would be on top or bottom anymore.
During their few days in Quecheng, the two spent most of their time either traveling around or staying in the hotel. When they were alone, they talked mostly in bed and in the bathroom.
"Brother Ling, do you like it?" Luo Wenchuan looked up at Song Ling, his eyes sparkling.
Song Ling was completely captivated by this little rascal. Seeing his charming expression, she leaned down and kissed the corner of his lips: "I like it."
He really enjoys being flattered at the peak of a trend.
These two words gave Luo Wenchuan great encouragement. He looked up at Song Ling, then leaned down and bit Song Ling's neck.
The terminal rang at this inopportune moment. Song Ling glanced at the screen and saw that it was a message from Shen Yufeng.
Why would someone so clueless send him a call request right now?
"Isn't Brother Ling answering the phone?" Luo Wenchuan asked him.
"Need not."
"Let's answer it, just in case something urgent comes up."
Upon hearing this, Song Ling lifted Luo Wenchuan's chin and asked, "When did you become so obedient?"
“I’ve always been so obedient.” A sly glint flashed in Luo Wenchuan’s eyes.