Chapter 86 – Pouty Whimpers

Chen Meixian didn’t have time to inject Chu Yin with drugs before being kicked away by him. However, Chu Yin had already inhaled a significant amount of hallucinogenic gas in that room and couldn’t be taken lightly—he needed close observation.

When Chu Yin was in his right mind, he could barely maintain his composure in front of doctors, upholding the dignified demeanor expected of a cool adult. However, the version of Chu Yin under the influence of hallucinogens was a completely different story. Even Wei Lai, despite his vast experience, found himself at a loss.

Chu Yin hated the smell of hospitals. He was fine in the ambulance, but as soon as he entered the emergency room, the scent of disinfectant hit his nose. Like Orunju catching a whiff of durian, his eyes flew open, and he suddenly sat up.

Rising from his deathbed in shock, he turned and threw himself into Madam Wei’s arms. Wei Lai was startled but instinctively caught him. The medical staff stared at them in astonishment—after years of pushing gurneys, this was the first time they’d seen such a spectacle.

“I… want to go home… I’m fine.” Chu Yin buried his face in the crook of Wei Lai’s neck, his voice hoarse and pitiful.

Wei Lai rubbed his back. “We’ll go home soon. Be good, the better you behave, the faster we’ll leave.”

Chu Yin whimpered, tears welling up in his eyes. “I’m fine!”

Wei Lai didn’t understand why Chu Yin was so scared but patiently reasoned with him, “But you’re still weak. Look, I’m holding you, and you feel all limp.”

Chu Yin sniffled. “No I’m not! I’m hard.”

With that, Chu Yin held his breath, his expression as solemn as a martial arts master gathering his qi. He slightly raised his arm, attempting to flex his biceps to prove his hardness.

Wei Lai: “……”

Chu Yin: “Hng!”

Wei Lai shook Chu Yin’s noodle-soft arm. “Sorry… you’re neither hard nor firm.”

Medical staff: What kind of indecent talk is this?!

Perhaps crushed by the reality of his lack of hardness and firmness, or maybe exhausted from the effort of sitting up, Chu Yin went limp again. He didn’t struggle much during the examination, his gaze unfocused, tears silently streaming down his face.

The delicate flower in Wei Lai’s heart trembled under the rain of Chu Yin’s tears. His heart ached, but he didn’t know what to do except hold his hand, feeling even more pained than when he took Orunju to get fixed.

Chu Yin probably thought that once the doctor was done, he could go home. Though he kept crying, he cooperated. But when he saw the nurse pushing an IV stand toward him, he realized something was wrong and freaked out.

He turned his back to them, curling up in the corner with his hands tucked against his chest, whimpering and sniffling. A 1.9-meter-tall tough guy, immovable no matter how hard they pulled—perfectly embodying the essence of shutting down.

The nurse stood by helplessly, exasperated, with ten thousand words of complaints in her heart. She never expected Chu Yin to be like this!!!

Wei Lai, despite his years of experience in the trade, had never faced such a tricky situation. He pinched the back of Chu Yin’s neck and coaxed, “No needles. I’m the one with a fever—they’re giving me the shot. Touch my forehead, isn’t it hot?”

After repeating it several times, Chu Yin finally understood. He emerged from his shutdown state, sniffled, and tentatively placed his hand on Wei Lai’s forehead.

Chu Yin’s hand was cold, so he couldn’t tell if Wei Lai was warm. His head was still spinning, his hand resting on Wei Lai’s forehead as he stared blankly at him.

Seeing an opportunity, Wei Lai struggled to pull Chu Yin onto his lap. “I’m getting a shot—I’m so scared. Hug me~”

Used to being carried by Wei Lai, Chu Yin obediently straddled his lap, facing him. The position gave him the illusion that he was about to be rocked, so he wrapped his arms around Wei Lai’s neck and nestled against him, waiting for the “rocking technique” to commence.

However, Wei Lai didn’t get the hint. While stroking Chu Yin’s back and murmuring nonsense, he secretly guided Chu Yin’s hand toward the nurse.

Unfortunately, the strategy of “feigning one thing while doing another” didn’t work on Chu Yin. He was sharp—the moment the nurse tied the tourniquet, he realized what was happening. He twisted his waist, panicking and trying to flee.

In that critical moment, it seemed like Chu Yin would never get that shot. Wei Lai didn’t know what came over him—maybe he was poisoned by Cupid’s arrow. He grabbed Chu Yin’s belt with one hand and his wild, unruly hair with the other, like a desperate midnight queen, and planted a deep, fierce kiss on him.

Strictly speaking, this was the first real kiss between Chu Yin and Wei Lai.

The hospital window was covered with a gauzy curtain, swaying gently in the breeze. Chu Yin couldn’t smell the disinfectant or the medicine anymore—all he could smell was Wei Lai.

Dior’s Sauvage, that familiar nightclub-slut fragrance, still had an aggressive base note, like an omnipresent light. No matter which ditch he fell into, Wei Lai was like an ultra-bright lightbulb, bringing him warmth and brightness.

Sealed by the kiss, Chu Yin stopped moving or struggling. He sat obediently in Wei Lai’s lap, mouth open for the kiss, occasionally letting out delicate whimpers. Wei Lai licked his lips and took the chance to guide Chu Yin’s hand into a fist, pushing it toward the nurse. Seizing the opportunity, the nurse stepped forward, showcasing her professional skills. Without hesitation, she slapped Chu Yin’s hand twice, inserted the needle in one smooth motion, secured it with tape in two seconds, and even placed a small cardboard under his hand to prevent him from moving.

Mission accomplished. The nurse exhaled deeply, having just administered the most thrilling IV of her career. She adjusted her mask and said, “All done. Don’t touch the needle, okay?”

Wei Lai cradled Chu Yin’s head and thanked her sincerely. “Thank you. Sorry for the show—could you pretend you don’t know this guy?”

The nurse smiled. Professional ethics forbade her from saying anything, and even if she did, no one would believe her. “Don’t know him, never seen him.”

Chu Yin, still dazed, tilted his head to look at his hand, blinked, and realized he’d been given the shot. “…Hmph…”

Wei Lai panicked and quickly planted two loud kisses on Chu Yin’s face, immediately bouncing him on his lap like a sewing machine to comfort him. “Don’t move, or I’ll really cry. Master, you’re really my master!”

Chu Yin loved kisses, hugs, and rocking the most. Fully satisfied, he curled up in Wei Lai’s arms like a giant and gradually fell asleep. Wei Lai adjusted to a less awkward position and stared blankly at the IV bag.

The sensation of Chu Yin’s lips still lingered on his own. Wei Lai licked his lips, burning up.

How did they end up kissing?

Ahhhhhhhhh!!!

Outwardly, Wei Lai was as steady as an old dog, but inside, delicate flowers bloomed into a sea. By the time Chu Yin finished his IV, he still hadn’t woken up. After who knows how long, Booty-san and Yan Yunshui arrived.

Wei Lai and Chu Yin were still clinging to each other, their posture inseparable. Yan Yunshui covered his face and silently screamed, his heart fluttering. “Please, just get married already! If this isn’t real, then what is?!”

Booty-san took off his high heels and rubbed his ankles. “This marriage has my blessing. I’ll gift you a new house—Pouty Princess’s dowry.”

Wei Lai ignored them. “What about Chen Meixian?”

Booty-san sneered. “Drugs. He’s been using for a year—no saving him. Kidnapping and attempted murder charges. He’ll suffer in prison. Hah, this bitch will make sure of it.”

Wei Lai nodded. “If Chu Yin doesn’t ask about Chen Meixian, don’t bring it up.”

Yan Yunshui agreed wholeheartedly. “Tsk tsk tsk. Is Crybaby’s household registration still under his family? Damn, what rotten luck, ending up with a freak. Ask him if he wants to transfer it out? Just change his surname to Wei—be your son. Wei Chu Yin.”

Wei Lai chuckled. “We’ll see. Sounds like ‘Feed Chu Yin.’ Come help me—my legs are numb.”

Booty-san went to move Chu Yin, waking him up. After the IV, Chu Yin was somewhat more lucid but still very much like a child, clinging to Wei Lai’s arm and demanding to go home.

In the end, they left the hospital. Chu Yin fidgeted in the passenger seat, asking every now and then, “Madam Wei, are we almost home?”

Wei Lai replied, “Almost. Hungry?”

Chu Yin was indeed hungry. After some thought, he slowly said in Chengdu dialect, “My baby bottle… my fishies…”

Wei Lai and Yao Chaowu’s friendship had shattered, but Chu Yin’s baby bottle gift set was still at Yao Chaowu’s place. That set of bottles had been carefully selected by Wei Lai and shipped from Singapore—if they had to reorder, it would take days to arrive.

Wei Lai turned the car. “Let’s go get it. It’s just a detour.”

Chu Yin yawned hugely. “We can get it tomorrow. Let’s sleep first.”

Wei Lai said, “We’re never going back to Yao Chaowu’s place again. Better get it now—who knows if he’ll throw it away.”

Chu Yin: “…He’d dare throw away my baby bottle?”

Wei Lai laughed but didn’t elaborate.

A few hours later, when Yao Chaowu saw Chu Yin and Wei Lai again, his expression was strange, even guarded. “What are you here for?”

Wei Lai remained calm. “I left a black tote bag here. Please give it to me—the rest doesn’t matter, you can throw it away.”

Yao Chaowu hesitated. “…Wait a second.”

He didn’t let them in, closing the door—probably to fetch the bag.

Even in his dazed state, Chu Yin was sensitive to hidden emotions in people’s words. “Yao Chaowu… is acting weird. So are you.”

Wei Lai smiled faintly, his tone odd. “I’m angry.”

Chu Yin tilted his head. “Who’s angry?”

Wei Lai: “Me.”

Chu Yin looked at Wei Lai like he was some rare creature, curious about what Wei Lai looked like when truly angry.

Wei Lai’s tote bag was large and had been placed conspicuously in the kitchen. Yao Chaowu picked it up, his heart growing heavier with each step.

When he opened the door, Yao Chaowu handed the bag to Wei Lai, but he didn’t let go.

Wei Lai: “……”

Yao Chaowu’s eyes reddened. “Wei… I’m sorry. I was so scared back then… Boss Li is powerful—a small celebrity like me couldn’t afford to offend him… I don’t even like men… You… you gay guys… shouldn’t care about this stuff, right? I didn’t know you’d go that far for me… I’m sorry…”

“Shut up.” Wei Lai coldly yanked the bag away. “Goodbye. From now on, pretend we don’t know each other.”

Chu Yin listened for a moment before suddenly understanding. He tightened his grip on Wei Lai’s hand and rasped, “‘Sorry’ is fucking useless!” After cursing, Chu Yin lifted his foot threateningly. Yao Chaowu recoiled, stepping back and slamming the door—just like always, retreating into his shell.

Furious, Chu Yin kicked the door repeatedly. Wei Lai sighed tiredly. “Let’s go home and sleep. Chu Yin… my head hurts.”

Chu Yin’s heart ached unbearably. He wanted to scream but couldn’t—the words stuck in his throat. Instead, he hugged Wei Lai tightly.

Wei Lai was actually quite thin. When hugged forcefully, his bones pressed against Chu Yin, making his heart ache even more.

Wei Lai didn’t return the hug, just patted his back. “I’m fine. Let go.”

Chu Yin’s tears prickled sourly in his eyes. “You never get angry… but you’re angry now.”

Wei Lai sighed. “That’s because I’ve never been angry at you. Let’s go—”

Suddenly, Chu Yin released him. His dark eyes bore into Wei Lai, lips pressed together, looking tense and ready for action.

“Wei Lai… hmph…” Chu Yin clenched his fists, rising slightly on his toes, staring unblinkingly at Wei Lai.

Wei Lai thought Chu Yin was about to punch him.

But instead, Chu Yin pushed Wei Lai against the door with a dull thud. Covering Wei Lai’s eyes with one hand, he leaned in like a predatory big cat and bumped their noses together before clumsily pressing their lips together in a kiss.

Just lips touching lips—yet it flustered him so much that he immediately pulled away. Still, he clung to Wei Lai, burying his face in Wei Lai’s neck and rubbing against him, smearing tears all over.

The sky wasn’t even light yet, but the birds in the trees were already chirping. The crybaby pecked Wei Lai once and then stuck to him like glue.

“I… I like you…” Chu Yin sniffled, pouting and whimpering. “I’m… eighteen centimeters.”

New Year Special:

(At a later date)

Another New Year’s Eve, and Chu Yin was still hustling on the frontlines of entertainment.

Fortunately, his Spring Festival Gala performance was scheduled early. After recording, he could return to the hotel and have New Year’s dinner with Wei Lai, who even promised him a big red envelope!

New Year’s is the best!

When Chu Yin entered the hotel, the carpet was covered in red balloons and rose petals—like a wedding scene.

Wei Lai was in the bathroom.

Chu Yin pulled a red envelope from his pocket and knocked on the bathroom door. “I packed 5,800 yuan for you—the envelope’s bursting. You definitely didn’t pack as much as me!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a red blur rushed out of the bathroom.

Wei Lai was wearing a red envelope-themed lingerie set, the design so scandalous it could blow the roof off.

Wei Lai wriggled. “Big bro, come unwrap me! I’m huge!”

Chu Yin: “!!!”

After some “vigorous activity,” Chu Yin said, “All that banging just now reminded me—I haven’t seen firecrackers in years.”

Wei Lai sat up. “Wanna pop balloons instead?”

Chu Yin hid behind Wei Lai, both scared and excited, listening to the balloons pop—bang! bang! bang!

Wei Lai said, “Loud and festive! In the new year, may all unhappiness explode like these balloons!”

Chu Yin was hyped. He threw open his arms and yelled at the window, “Everyone! Stay safe and happy! Hugs!”

Wei Lai panicked and yanked the curtains shut. “Ahhhh! Put some clothes on!!”