Morning Kiss

A red dot appeared on Yu Cheng’s WeChat profile picture. His profile picture was a vast green prairie with a little wolf running joyfully in it. 

What does Yu Cheng want from him? Qin Chaochen’s guilt surged again.

Friend of Housewives: [Qin Chaochen, I think you owe me an explanation.]

Friend of Housewives: [Sharing a video, the enthusiastic citizen Qin has no moral bottom line, treating friends like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.]

Because he had just added Yu Cheng, and his profile picture was quite unique, Qin Chaochen forgot to add a note to his contact. He quickly added a note and clicked on the video.

Reporter: “How should we address you, sir?”

Qin Chaochen: “My surname is Qin.”

Reporter: “When there’s a conflict or unhappiness between you and your friends, what do you do?”

Qin Chaochen: “I have a great time with them, but no matter what, I feel guilty…”

The reporter righteously said, “This is truly heartbreaking. We randomly interviewed an enthusiastic citizen, Mr. Qin, who said he feels happy when he has conflicts with friends, but later feels guilty. Is this a distortion of human nature or a collapse of morality?! Our station’s reporter urges everyone to maintain a healthy psychological state. Don’t take out your anger on friends because of jealousy or other psychological issues. Guilt afterward is useless.”

“We hope all citizens will be psychologically healthy and take this as a warning. Such behavior should be condemned, and we should strive for a better self.”

Qin Chaochen: “???”

The last sentence seemed like someone trying to save face, but the first half was just inhumane.

He didn’t understand. Isn’t living well enough?

Qin Chaochen was stunned. He didn’t expect the unscrupulous media to fabricate stories like this. He made a mental note of this newspaper.

Qin Chaochen: [Yu Cheng, I swear I’m not like that.]

Yu Cheng: [I checked the interview date. What do you have to say?]

Indeed, that was the day Yu Cheng… during that time.

Qin Chaochen: [No, listen to my explanation!]

Oops, too excited, typed too fast, and sent it out.

Qin Chaochen fell silent, and the other person was silent too. After a while, he received:

[…]

He and the six-dot brother stared at each other, and Qin Chaochen stubbornly typed.

Qin Chaochen: [Listen to my explanation!]

Yu Cheng: [Come on, make your excuses. Let’s see if you can say something impressive! You know nothing about my power, Yu Cheng!]

Qin Chaochen: [Is it the power of green?]

Yu Cheng’s face changed: [Speak properly, don’t be sarcastic!]

…

Fu Quezhi also received a phone call.

“Quezhi, I heard you’re planning to launch your new technology next week.” Fu Changtian’s stern voice hinted at trouble.

“Next week is the best time.” Fu Quezhi replied calmly.

“You know Fu Zhao’s technology company is also releasing new technology next week, yet you insist on releasing yours at the same time. You’re deliberately opposing Fu Zhao. Your company can delay the release by a week.” Fu Changtian frowned, belittling Fu Quezhi without reason.

“Why should I?”

“Is your new technology better than Fu Zhao’s? Releasing at the same time as Fu Zhao is just asking for humiliation. I’m doing this for your own good, and you owe Fu Zhao.”

“Quezhi, you’re also our child. Fu Zhao has suffered a lot over the years. You should empathize with him.” Fu Changtian said earnestly.

“Aren’t you tired of saying this? I’m tired of hearing it.” Fu Quezhi sneered, “Since I’m asking for humiliation, let’s see who truly ends up humiliated.”

“A friendly reminder, keep your family’s business secrets safe, don’t let an insider steal them.”

Fu Changtian trembled with anger, “Fu Quezhi, you ungrateful child! You…”

Fu Quezhi hung up the phone.

Fu Changtian threw his phone onto the coffee table with a loud crash.

“What’s wrong, Father?” Fu Zhao quickly asked.

“Fu Quezhi refuses to delay the release, planning to launch his new technology at the same time as your company next week.” Fu Changtian said viciously, as if Fu Quezhi wasn’t his adopted son but an enemy he wished to crush.

“That kid has become more disobedient since leaving the Fu Family.” Fu Changtian’s face was cold, “He didn’t spend enough time in confinement as a child.”

“Father, don’t worry, I won’t lose to Fu Quezhi.” Fu Zhao’s eyelid twitched, quickly pledging his loyalty.

“Yes, you can further your relationship with the Gu Family, you know what I mean.”

“But…” Fu Zhao met Fu Changtian’s icy gaze and shivered, “Yes, Father.”

In the Fu Family, the highest authority was Fu Changtian, who was unchallengeable and irrefutable.

Fu Zhao returned to his room, suddenly missing his days with the Xiao Family. His parents and brother treated him well, unlike here, where he felt no warmth of family.

If only he could have the warmth of the Xiao Family and the power of the Fu Family.

But the Xiao Family couldn’t compare to the Fu Family.

Fu Zhao never considered that if he hadn’t trusted others and leaked the Xiao Family’s business secrets, the Xiao Family’s status would be equal to the Fu Family.

Fu Zhao called Xiao Mother, speaking gently, “Mom, I want to come home for dinner next week.”

“Thank you, Mom, I love your cooking the most.” Fu Zhao sweet-talked and acted spoiled, and Xiao Mother, who hadn’t seen Fu Zhao in a while, readily agreed.

“If Fu Zhao is coming, let me be clear, if he comes, I leave.” Xiao Fan said bluntly from the sofa, “I only have one brother connected by blood, and that’s Fu Quezhi.”

Fu Zhao heard Xiao Fan’s words over the phone and felt wronged. His big brother used to treat him well, comforting and spoiling him even after he leaked business secrets. How did things change?

Big brother just doesn’t understand him.

Big brother doesn’t consider his needs. To live a good life, he must be with the Fu Family. To build a relationship with the Fu Family, he can’t be too close to the Xiao Family. Occasionally visiting is already his limit.

…

The next morning, after calming Yu Cheng last night, Qin Chaochen went to sleep. He didn’t see Fu Quezhi at the breakfast table and yawned, rubbing his head.

“Where’s Fu Quezhi?”

Qin Shu sipped his milk, saying eagerly, “Fu Dad went to buy me pens.”

“I finished my pen yesterday, and Xiao Qu lent me one.”

Fu Quezhi returned with a box of pens, taking out three and putting them in Qin Shu’s backpack.

“Thank you, Fu Dad.” Qin Shu finished his fried dough stick and slung his little backpack over his shoulder.

Qin Chaochen quickly stuffed a cake into his mouth, “Little rascal, wait for me, I’ll take you.”

“Qin Dad didn’t wake up as early as Shu Shu.”

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to.” Qin Chaochen blushed.

“You finish eating, I’ll take him to school and then head to the company.” Fu Quezhi said gently, wearing a suit that highlighted his tall figure. The top button was fastened, the tie pressed underneath, and his cool demeanor was captivating, with a slender waist beneath his trousers.

A ripple of thought flashed through Qin Chaochen’s mind.

No, no, he’s… an arch-enemy.

“Shu Shu is leaving, Qin Dad.” Qin Shu made a funny face at Qin Chaochen, his face full of innocence.

“Shu Shu, Fu Quezhi, wait for me.” Qin Chaochen, with the urgency of being late for school, swallowed the cake in a few bites.

“Cough, cough…”

“Drink milk.” Fu Quezhi frowned, handing the milk to Qin Chaochen.

Qin Chaochen didn’t hesitate and drank from the cup.

“If you want to go, we can wait for you, don’t rush.” Fu Quezhi’s voice was calm with a hint of reproach.

“I’m just in a hurry.” It was like a reflex conditioned by the fate of senior year.

Qin Chaochen placed the cup on the table, realizing it wasn’t his cup. He drank from Fu Quezhi’s cup.

This cup had been used by Fu Quezhi.

Does this count as an indirect kiss?

Qin Chaochen’s face flushed, his heart raced, and his throat felt like it was on fire, his stomach heating up today as well.

Here it comes again!

“Why is your face so red?” Fu Quezhi asked with concern, “Did you drink the milk too fast?”

“No, it’s not the milk.” Qin Chaochen’s eyes were slightly red, as if he had something to say but couldn’t, his dark eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Fu Quezhi’s gaze was deep, his eyes falling on the empty cup on the table.

“Let’s go, take Shu Shu to school.” Fu Quezhi’s voice was slightly hoarse.

Qin Chaochen quickly followed into the car, with Qin Shu sitting between him and Fu Quezhi.

“Two dads taking me to school~” Qin Shu sat obediently in the middle, glancing at Qin Chaochen and then at Fu Quezhi.

“Qin Dad, give me a kiss.”

“Fu Dad, give me a kiss too.”

Without hesitation, Qin Chaochen kissed his son’s cheek, and Fu Quezhi did the same.

“Two morning kisses in one day.” Qin Shu smiled happily.

“Fu Dad needs a morning kiss too.” Qin Shu looked at Qin Chaochen with big eyes, making him feel a bit uncomfortable.

“You used to have a morning kiss.” Qin Shu said innocently.

Qin Chaochen sneaked a glance at Fu Quezhi, only to find Fu Quezhi looking at him too. He quickly averted his gaze, feeling flustered.

Qin Shu’s suspicious gaze fell on Qin Chaochen and Fu Quezhi.

Children are actually very sensitive. Qin Shu’s kindergarten had a child with divorced parents, and Qin Shu hoped both his dads would be fine.

“Then let’s have a kiss.” Qin Chaochen, who always spoiled Qin Shu since he was little, said.

Qin Chaochen looked at Fu Quezhi, his heart racing, the atmosphere in the car heating up quickly. His gaze fell on Fu Quezhi’s pale lips.

He closed his eyes, and a quick kiss landed on Fu Quezhi’s forehead.

Fu Quezhi felt great, almost wanting to sing.

Qin Chaochen sat upright, feeling like running three laps around the track.