He gripped Chi Yao’s chin, forcing his lips open, and slid his tongue inside, directly hooking onto Chi Yao’s tongue.

Chi Yao struggled, catching sight of a glass jug nearby. He grabbed it and smashed it toward Fu Rong’s head, but Fu Rong pressed a spot on Chi Yao’s waist, causing Chi Yao’s whole body to instantly go limp.

Limp in Fu Rong’s arms.

But the next moment, Fu Rong hissed. When he raised his head, blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The glass bottle came smashing down again. Fu Rong, seeing it, stepped back, retreating into Chi Yao’s attack range.

Chi Yao sneered coldly, throwing the jug aside. It shattered near Fu Rong, splashing hot water all over him.

As Fu Rong fell from the table, Chi Yao, still not satisfied, grabbed a chair and swung it at Fu Rong again. Fu Rong caught one leg of the chair, and the two locked eyes through the chair.

This kiss overlapped with the one in his dream. In the dream, Chi Yao had also bitten Fu Rong’s lip.

But it was different from those kisses in the real world. The boy’s mouth had been warm, but Chi Yao’s was sweet.

A peculiar sweetness, just like his body. When held close, there was a gentle, sweet sensation.

Fu Rong realized that the two were not the same person, or rather, he had always known. He was just deceiving himself.

At this moment, Fu Rong seemed to realize that he had probably liked Chi Yao for a long time.

This person with an obviously terrible personality, yet who attracted him excessively.

“Get out, or I’ll have someone throw you out,” Chi Yao’s face was as cold as his voice.

Fu Rong put down the chair, wiped the blood from his lips, and turned to leave.

At the door, he stopped, looked back at Chi Yao inside, and said, “I’m sorry.”

“No need. Just get out of my sight,” Chi Yao said with a fake smile.

Fu Rong left, made a phone call to Shen Ling, explaining that there was some trouble at work that he needed to deal with, so they’d have to have dinner together another time.

Shen Ling didn’t suspect anything.

That evening, it was Chi Yao, Shen Ling, and a few others who arrived later, all eating dinner together.

After dinner, many people weren’t satisfied and planned to continue at a bar for a second round. In the past, Chi Yao would have gone with them, especially with Shen Ling around, staying up all night. But now, he had long since lost feelings for Shen Ling, and even felt disgusted by him. Coughing, he claimed his health hadn’t been great recently, so he wouldn’t stay up late.

During the meal, Shen Ling had already noticed the change in Chi Yao’s diet. He wasn’t eating anything too spicy and had stopped drinking alcohol.

With a little thought, Shen Ling figured out why. Chi Yao had previously gone out of town for a tumor removal surgery, which some people knew about, though Chi Yao hadn’t made a big deal out of it. It seemed Chi Yao’s recovery was slow, and he was still in the process of healing.

Shen Ling didn’t push him to stay, simply watching him leave.

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Viewing the House, Nursery Room

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Chi Yao didn’t take the forced kiss from Fu Rong too seriously. In his previous life, it was true that Fu Rong helped clean up his body after his death, but that was because Fu Rong had slept with him, which resulted in him getting pregnant.

He had been drugged, encountered Fu Rong, and Fu Rong hadn’t sent him away but instead stayed. Later, the child in his belly—like Chi Yao himself—spent the last part of its life in pain.

Chi Yao was grateful to Fu Rong, but only grateful.

His personality had always been selfish. In his previous life, he was selfish too, only having mistakenly fallen for Shen Ling. Now, given the chance to live again, Chi Yao was even more selfish.

He wouldn’t develop feelings for Fu Rong just because Fu Rong had helped him once. They were not the same type of people. To Chi Yao, Fu Rong and Shen Ling were a perfect match. If Shen Ling was a cold-blooded snake, then Fu Rong was a wolf.

As for Chi Yao, he probably belonged to the selfish cat category.

Whatever the case, Chi Yao and Fu Rong were people from different worlds.

This time, he had borrowed Fu Rong’s genes. Compared to others, Fu Rong’s genes were indeed superior. Chi Yao wasn’t going to go out of his way when he had such a good option close at hand. Moreover, he remembered every detail of that night very clearly—Fu Rong had certainly enjoyed himself.

If it weren’t for the baby, Chi Yao wouldn’t have gone near Fu Rong, let alone slept with him.

After that one night, their grievances were settled.

Chi Yao was determined to live his life well on his own terms.

His tumor had been detected early and removed. He would continue to go for regular checkups at the hospital, and his recovery was going well, with no signs of recurrence.

It was like a butterfly lightly flapping its wings. Chi Yao knew that in this lifetime, he would see his baby and spoil them like a precious gem.

As for Shen Ling or Fu Rong, they no longer mattered to him.

Chi Yao knew that Fu Rong was easy to deal with, but Shen Ling, though seemingly gentle, was actually the trickier one.

Chi Yao spent some time thinking of a plan to completely cut Shen Ling out of his life and make him disappear.

But before that, Chi Yao needed to look at houses.

In the future, he would live with his baby, and none of the houses he currently owned felt right.

He needed a house with a garden, a pool, and a small space where he could build playground equipment the baby would enjoy.

Since getting pregnant, Chi Yao hadn’t driven much and had hired a driver. He took the car to one of the properties Chang Feng had mentioned.

When he arrived, Chi Yao found the building somewhat familiar. It was an older development, but compared to the surrounding properties, it was one of the best.