Chapter 49 – Sunflower Crybaby

That night was scorching hot.

The next morning, Wei Lai and Chu Yin were like two wilted delicate flowers, unable to get out of bed.

Chu Yin, with his messy hair, squinted his eyes as he massaged Wei Lai’s shoulders, back, and waist.

Wei Lai rasped, “Switching feels great in the moment, but waking up the next day is a funeral.”

Five minutes later, Chu Yin collapsed and picked up his phone to scroll through Weibo. “Your turn,” he said.

Upon hearing this, Wei Lai struggled to sit up and began kneading Chu Yin’s waist. After a while, Chu Yin lifted his legs and demanded like a boss, “My legs too. You made them cramp last night. It hurts.”

Wei Lai sighed again, “If you don’t work hard when you’re young, you’ll regret it when you’re old.”

Chu Yin: “…What? You’re saying I didn’t work hard enough?”

Wei Lai clarified, “I mean, we should’ve tried all the physically demanding positions while we were young. Now that we’re older, we just regret it.”

Chu Yin: “…”

The two spent the next two weeks quietly recuperating at home. Under Chu Yin’s relentless supervision, Wei Lai successfully lost twelve pounds, and his looks gradually improved.

Though Chu Yin had entered a post-nut clarity phase, he grew increasingly anxious, clinging to Wei Lai at every opportunity, practically wanting to fuse into a single Crybaby with him.

At noon that day, after finishing their bland, tasteless fitness meal face-to-face, Wei Lai said, “I’m going to the company this afternoon.”

Chu Yin asked, “What for?”

Wei Lai replied, “Just some small matters, nothing to worry about. The PR department needs restructuring.”

Chu Yin: “When will you be back?”

Wei Lai: “Before six.”

Chu Yin rested his head on the table, enunciating each word seriously, “What if I miss you?”

Wei Lai: “…Are you joking? It’s been years. Are we just starting to date or something?”

Chu Yin declared righteously, “But I will miss you. Whether it’s the beginning or now, I miss you whenever you’re not here.”

Wei Lai was suddenly struck by Chu Yin’s words, feeling a twinge of guilt about what he was about to do. But his wicked desires overpowered that guilt, and he said, “Call me if you miss me.”

As Wei Lai was leaving, Chu Yin stood by the door, watching him with longing. “Be careful on the road,” he said.

Wei Lai: “Mm.”

Chu Yin: “I’ll wait for you to come back and cook for me.”

Wei Lai assured him, “I promise I won’t let you starve.”

After Wei Lai left, Chu Yin curled up on the living room sofa, scrolling through Weibo. Just as he was about to take a nap, the doorbell rang.

Through the surveillance monitor, Chu Yin saw an incredibly beautiful woman—her aura hovering between sweet youth and mature charm—holding the hand of an adorable, chubby little boy.

Chu Yin found the boy somewhat familiar. Upon closer inspection, his spine chilled, and his heart clenched.

This little boy looked exactly like a younger version of Wei Lai.

In that instant, the trashy clickbait headlines he’d just seen on Weibo flooded his mind:

A divorce agreement slapped across her face as the man told her to get lost. Seven years later, she returns in glory with a genius child in tow. The precious son crosses his arms and declares, “Mom, I heard it’s trendy to find a sugar daddy now. Just wait—I’ll get one to back you up.”

Dammit, every word of that garbage headline refused to leave his mind. Chu Yin’s vision darkened, his hands trembling as he sent Wei Lai a screenshot from the surveillance feed.

“Madam Wei, who are they?”