Chapter 12 – A Marriage Made in Gay Heaven

The little orange cat wasn’t seriously hurt, just starving. After drinking some milk, it curled up in the carrier and fell fast asleep.

The two grown men huddled close, their heads pressed together as they whispered by the carrier.

Chu Yin cupped his face in his hands. “So cute!”

Wei Lai said, “It’s a girl. Let’s call her Angelina Orunju¹An attempt to mimic a Western sounding name based on the English word “orange”. How’s that?”

Chu Yin snorted. “So tacky. Have you been reading too many Mary Sue fics?”

Wei Lai: “… Then what do you want to name her?”

Chu Yin thought for a moment. “Let’s call her Big Orange.”

Wei Lai objected, “That’s so basic.”

Chu Yin said, “I don’t care. Is this your cat or mine?”

Wei Lai countered, “Didn’t we find her together? Why you gotta be like this?”

The two of them bickered like parents fighting over naming rights for their child. After a long, completely pointless debate, Chu Yin started yawning, clearly exhausted.

Seeing this, Wei Lai quickly said, “Go to sleep. We’ll figure it out after you wake up.”

But the mention of sleep reminded Chu Yin of his furball. He rubbed his eyes petulantly and mumbled, “I won’t sleep well. I’ll have nightmares.”

Wei Lai recalled their first meeting and said vaguely, “That time we shared a room, didn’t you sleep just fine?”

Chu Yin blinked. “Maybe because I was drunk.”

Wei Lai perked up. “Here, here. I’ve got some.”

A moment later, Wei Lai produced a mysterious jar of medicinal liquor from who-knows-where. Inside the thick glass jar floated a snake, with a label that read: Masculine Vitality Elixir. A Special for Treating Infertility. The Champion’s Choice for Real Men.

Chu Yin: “… I’m not drinking that. Fake liquor can kill you.”

Wei Lai: “I’m still alive, aren’t I? Oh, and this ad isn’t for this liquor. Don’t get the wrong idea.”

Chu Yin seemed to vaguely understand why Wei Lai was so enthusiastic about being a 0. A wave of sympathy washed over him. “No thanks. You should keep this… fine product for yourself.”

With that, Chu Yin drifted over to the bed, tucked his feet under the blanket, and curled up quietly to sleep.

Wei Lai, however, was still worried about Chu Yin’s nightmare comment. He sat by the bed like a doting mother, not because he doubted Chu Yin would have nightmares—but because he believed it all too well. If even he would have endless nightmares after just one day with that scumbag Chen Meixian, how much worse must it be for Chu Yin, who’d endured years of it?

Wei Lai played a few rounds of mahjong, then took a nap. In his sleep, he suddenly heard the person beside him breathing heavily. He leaned over and patted Chu Yin’s face. “Chu Yin?”

Chu Yin frowned, clearly restless, and instinctively grabbed Wei Lai’s hand, pressing his cheek into his palm.

Wei Lai: “… Wake up.”

Chu Yin: “Zzzzz.”

Wei Lai lay down and nudged Chu Yin. “You’re crushing my hand.”

Still half-asleep, Chu Yin clung to him and whined, “Need back pats…”

Wei Lai: “…”

Wei Lai reluctantly patted him a few times. “Aren’t you too old for back pats…?”

Chu Yin: “Furball.”

Wei Lai immediately surrendered. “Fine, I’ll pat.”

After a while, Chu Yin nuzzled closer, his head fluffy and warm. “… Pinch my nape.”

Wei Lai: “I’m warning you, don’t treat me like a massage tool.”

Chu Yin rubbed against him. “Furball.”

Wei Lai: “… Fine, I’ll pinch.”

Chu Yin, now thoroughly pampered, closed his eyes contentedly and settled peacefully in Wei Lai’s arms.

Wei Lai kneaded for a bit before suddenly realizing something was off. Very, very softly, he asked, “Chu Yin, who am I?”

Chu Yin: “… Zzzz.”

Wei Lai stopped kneading and insisted, “Who am I?”

Chu Yin squirmed unhappily. “… Madam Wei. More… please.”

Hearing that Chu Yin hadn’t mistaken him for Chen Meixian, Wei Lai was immediately satisfied. Happily, he pinched the scruff of Chu Yin’s neck and kneaded with renewed enthusiasm.

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  An attempt to mimic a Western sounding name based on the English word “orange”