When the two sons saw Zhou Qing, they instantly became hooked on him without needing any instruction from Zhang Shirui.

Damn, the way they stuck to Zhou Qing, it was obvious whose sons they were—their flattery was even better than their father’s.

Zhang Shinian didn’t care whether Zhou Qing was some old man his father kept around. All he cared about was that Zhou Qing was the legendary “Gunslinger.”

Of course, not the kind who just messes with guns, but the real deal—a true master of firearms. His hands were so fast and skillful that any gun in his hands became like a toy to him.

For the little kid who aspired to be a weapons dealer, the attraction was even greater than a truckload of beautiful girls…

As for Zhang Shihua, the youngest son of the Zhang family, things couldn’t have been simpler.

Zhou Qing was a handsome man.

Handsome in a way that was both fiery and strange.

A handsome man is meant to be loved.

And it was obvious that his shameless father had taken advantage of him.

Having gotten such a big advantage, how could he just let him go without making the most of it?

No need for many words—just one word: cling!

The two sons of the Zhang family liked him, and surprisingly, Zhou Qing also seemed quite fond of these two young boys.

The little guys were lively, one smart and the other sly, truly charming kids—well, more like kids that Zhou Qing liked. He enjoyed lively, energetic children, and just looking at them made him happy.

Before long, with the daily company of these two kids who were determined to be his little followers, Zhou Qing even found himself liking them more than Zhang Shihui.

Zhang Shirui was both jealous and secretly pleased.

He was jealous that his sons had stolen Zhou Qing’s attention, but at the same time, he was happy that Zhou Qing was now tied to him for life.

Zhang Shirui really wanted to spend his life with Zhou Qing.

He knew he liked Zhou Qing, but it wasn’t just a simple liking. The obsession only grew stronger with time, and his feelings surged so much that he knew there was no way he could escape them for the rest of his life.

He was a very shallow person, easily able to tell whether he liked someone or just felt neutral toward them

Clearly, his feelings for Zhou Qing were more than just liking—he was obsessed, to the point where he would willingly give him everything.

Two years later, Zhou Qing, who had originally planned to enjoy more success in the romance department, had truly settled down, though he still remained arrogant and carefree when it came to matters of the bed

Fortunately, Zhang Shirui’s abilities were impressive, and he could completely satisfy Zhou Qing.

So, on account of the two Zhang sons, Zhou Qing happily went to visit the Zhang family elder.

When he saw the old man, Zhou Qing didn’t even bother with pleasantries. He tossed a few rare, high-quality items that the old man liked—things that were nearly impossible to find outside—and immediately won him over, making the old man grin widely in delight.

The old man’s pleased expression was really quite similar to his son’s, who was so happy he was almost dazed.

Zhou Qing found it amusing. He turned around and saw Zhang Shirui also grinning, his eyes squinting as he looked at him.

Zhou Qing turned back to look at the old man. The smile that appeared in his eyes made his face shine even brighter in that moment.

A few years later, the person at Zheng Gongdong’s side hadn’t changed, but it was well-known within their small circle that Zheng Gongdong was keeping someone else outside.

He didn’t keep many—only two or three.

The person who stayed at home, however, was the one who brought him the two sons born from surrogacy.

Zhou Qing had never gone to meet Zheng Gongdong. He had occasionally seen him from afar at some events, but they only exchanged pleasantries without much interaction.

Zheng Gongdong had made some clear attempts to flirt with him, but Zhou Qing didn’t respond.

It was impossible to mess around with Zheng Gongdong again, which was one reason. Another reason is that Zhang Shirui is really jealous; even if Zhou Qing said one more word, he would turn around and cry and throw a tantrum.

It wasn’t common for a grown man to cry and throw a tantrum in front of him, and on top of that, he had his two sons lecture Zhou Qing about not abandoning him. Faced with such shameless behavior, Zhou Qing, the old rogue, didn’t know how to respond and had no choice but to keep his distance from Zheng Gongdong even more.

To avoid the shameless Zhang Shirui turning it into a scene of crying, tantrums, and threats to hang himself, Zhou Qing kept his distance.

Years later, Zhou Qing ran into the person who had been by Zheng Gongdong’s side.

After his morning workout, Zhang Shirui dragged him to a small flower shed halfway up the mountain to buy flowers. That shameless man, who had always treated Zhou Qing like a young, inexperienced kid, was crouched down with scissors, cutting bright red roses. Just as Zhou Qing was about to tell him to hurry up and leave, a handsome man in a white tracksuit suddenly appeared.

The man stared at Zhou Qing for a while, making Zhou Qing raise an eyebrow in return. He was so distracted that he forgot to tell Zhang Shirui to get back to his side and go home

The man noticed Zhou Qing’s unfamiliar gaze and nodded toward him, then introduced himself by name.

Once the name was spoken, Zhou Qing immediately recognized who he was.

That was their first real meeting. Honestly, Zhou Qing thought the man was truly impressive.

But unfortunately, he still couldn’t hold onto Zheng Gongdong.

No matter how interesting a person was, it couldn’t last once the initial excitement faded.

Back then, Zhou Qing had done everything he could, but he couldn’t keep Zheng Gongdong. Once things had happened, Zhou Qing had made up his mind to cut ties completely. He knew some people couldn’t be satisfied by just giving, and the best way to take care of himself was to distance himself from such people as much as possible. He didn’t want the rest of his life to be wasted by someone who was clearly no longer right for him.

The person in front of him could definitely tolerate more than he could—Zhou Qing gave him a smile, raised an eyebrow, and nodded, not bothering with further pleasantries.

At that moment, Zhang Shirui, that jealous bundle of emotions, saw him talking to another man. He ran over holding a handful of freshly cut roses, eyes wide open, glaring at Zhou Qing as if to say, Don’t think you can flirt with people just because I turn my back!

After glaring, he turned around and, within a few seconds, recognized the man. He couldn’t help but purse his lips, tugged Zhou Qing along, and muttered, “Let’s go home. The kids are waiting for dinner.”

He pulled him toward the car, and when Zhou Qing gave him a knowing smile, Zhang Shirui’s face, which usually charmed him, now showed a mix of embarrassment and a bit of pride.

See? He got Zhou Qing to come with him, and Zhou Qing did exactly that.

In the past, Zhou Qing would have completely ignored him, not even bothering to spare him a glance.

The man watched as their figures disappeared, no longer bothering with the flowers. He sat in his car for several hours, before finally driving it toward the direction of that so-called “home” that had caused him so much heartache.

When Zhang Shirui turned fifty, he retired, handed over the business to his sons, and moved with Zhou Qing to another place. Using his usual persistent and stubborn tactics, he begged Zhou Qing to marry him.

Zhou Qing, now nearing sixty with silver hair, didn’t let age affect his charm at all. His romantic fortunes remained as strong as ever.

Wherever Zhou Qing went, he was always approached. Whether it was by teenagers or people his own age, as long as they had the courage, passing him their contact info was a small matter. Some even went so far as to strip in front of him, boldly trying to catch his attention.

This drove Zhang Shirui crazy. Every morning, he would wake up worried that Zhou Qing might be taken away. He lived in constant anxiety, never having a peaceful day.

After they got married, Zhang Shirui became even more obsessive. He made sure Zhou Qing always wore his wedding ring and, whenever they went out, he insisted on holding his hand at all times, as if to say, “This man is taken. Don’t even think about it. I’m the real man in his life—his husband, his partner… He belongs to me, and no one else.”

Later, it was said that when Zheng Gongdong was nearly sixty, he decided to settle down. In front of many people, he proposed to the person who had been by his side for many years.

The person rejected him.

Not long after, that person moved out.

It was said that he found a reliable man who had waited for him for many years and became his companion.

It was said that their life was quite good.

It was also said that later, after Zheng Gongdong’s two sons became adults, they moved out of the old Zheng family house and bought a house next to this person’s place, planning to take care of this person in their old age.

As for Zheng Gongdong, he continued to keep his young lover. One year, when Zhou Qing and Zhang Shirui came back to visit their sons, they passed by Zheng Gongdong at a restaurant. Zheng Gongdong recognized them immediately.

The sight of him left Zhou Qing, who had taken a long time to recognize Zheng Gongdong, stunned for several seconds. Then, feeling a chill run down his spine, he glanced at Zhang Shirui beside him. Thankfully, the man in his eyes still had a flawless face, sharp features, and a strong, well-built body…

For a moment, Zhou Qing felt like he had never appreciated Zhang Shirui’s fussy, nagging nature as much as he did now. It was a relief that he had made up his mind back then and stayed with such a person. Their life together had been smooth, allowing them the time and peace of mind to take care of each other, so even as they grew old, they remained pleasing to the eye.

If he were to woke up and find himself turning into someone like Zheng Gongdong, he would really feel like he wanted to die.

Zheng Gongdong was stunned when he saw Zhou Qing, and it wasn’t until Zhou Qing left that he snapped out of it.

After regaining his senses and without having eaten, he returned to the large, now-empty house where he lived alone, and smashed all the windows.

The End