MVCFO CH48

Chapter 48: “Baby, Tonight I’ll Go All the Way”

When June arrived, the classroom was nearly empty. Some students had left early to study abroad, while others went home for extra tutoring.

Lin Xiangqi had initially planned to review with Lu Cong at home, but Chen Qiutian looked at him with pitiful eyes and said, “Qi-zi, every meeting now is one less day we’ll have.”

Lin Xiangqi hadn’t thought much about graduation, but Chen Qiutian’s words stirred something in him. In the end, he decided to stay at school for the final days of review, spending more time with his classmates.

Truthfully, Lin Xiangqi was reluctant to part with Chen Qiutian.

Chen Qiutian’s grades were average, and his parents had already chosen a university for him, though he might not get in. He could face repeating a year or settling for a less prestigious school.

Meanwhile, Lin Xiangqi was set on the military academy. Its strict rules meant limited freedom to leave campus and restricted phone use, making it unlikely they’d see each other often once university began.

Their paths were diverging completely. No one could guarantee that their current closeness would last, or if they’d still be able to talk freely years from now.

Chen Qiutian, aware of this, had been extra clingy with Lin Xiangqi these past few days.

Lu Cong would silently stare at him with an expressionless face.

Chen Qiutian was intimidated but undeterred, insisting on being the third wheel between them.

“Class leader, your possessiveness is intense! I just want a little time with Qi-zi, and you’re glaring daggers. Think about it: after graduation, you two get to fly off together, while I’m left to wallow alone. How pitiful am I?” Chen Qiutian said, almost in tears.

Lu Cong replied coolly, “I didn’t say anything about you.”

Chen Qiutian: “Then can you take your hand off my collar?”

Lu Cong restrained himself, letting go of Chen Qiutian’s collar with apparent calm.

The next second, Chen Qiutian dove into Lin Xiangqi’s arms, sobbing dramatically.

Lu Cong’s eyebrow twitched. “Chen Qiutian, don’t overdo it.”

Chen Qiutian ignored him, burrowing into Lin Xiangqi’s armpit. “Wahh, Qi-zi, we won’t come to school after tomorrow. The day after is the college entrance exam. Today’s basically our last time seeing each other, and the class leader won’t even let me hug you. He’s so cruel!”

“It’s not the last time. We’ll come back for graduation certificates, and we can meet up later,” Lin Xiangqi said, though he knew the future was uncertain. This might truly be their last carefree embrace.

At the time, Lin Xiangqi had no idea that Chen Qiutian, bored in university, would become a gaming streamer, constantly featured on platform banners. For a while, every time Lin Xiangqi opened that platform, he’d see Chen Qiutian’s smug face.

Had he known, he wouldn’t have been so sentimental now.

Moreover, Chen Qiutian’s eventual fame came from an absurd reason that made Lin Xiangqi laugh and cry—he stood out among skilled and attractive streamers by passionately shipping CPs and producing high-quality fan content. Word spread that any CP Chen Qiutian shipped would end up real, leading to unmatched live viewership, surpassing even top streamers. Somehow, he became a platform superstar.

But that was all in the future.

With graduation looming and farewells imminent, no one knew when they’d meet again, so emotions ran high.

Lin Xiangqi patted Chen Qiutian’s head, comforting him, then turned to the stone-faced Lu Cong. “Let him hug me a bit. We won’t see each other much after this.”

Lu Cong exhaled slowly, reverting to his usual gentle expression. To Chen Qiutian, he said, “You’re right. It’ll be hard to meet later. In that case, we should hug too.”

Chen Qiutian reacted as if he’d heard a horror story. “No need for that, right?”

Lu Cong smiled faintly. “We’ve been classmates, and we’re on good terms.”

He reached out toward Chen Qiutian.

Chen Qiutian shivered, released Lin Xiangqi, and jumped back several meters. “Class leader, we’ll meet again if fate allows! No rush! I’m off to the bathroom—see ya!”

He bolted like the wind.

Lin Xiangqi turned back, suppressing a laugh as he looked at Lu Cong. “Why scare him? He really doesn’t want to leave us.”

Lu Cong blinked innocently. “I’ll miss my classmates too.”

“Yeah, right,” Lin Xiangqi said, squinting. He leaned close to Lu Cong’s ear and whispered, “Chen Qiutian’s right. You’re so possessive.”

Lu Cong had no defense. Seeing Lin Xiangqi get too close to others made him irritable.

He used to hide these feelings, but as their relationship deepened, things he once tolerated now grated on him.

After some thought, Lu Cong looked at him and said, “Please bear with me.”

Lin Xiangqi laughed.

As the final exams approached, the classroom grew less studious. Instead of reading, students like Chen Qiutian hugged, chatted about the future, shared dreams, expressed reluctance to part, planned vacations, or napped at their desks.

“I bet my possessiveness is stronger than yours,” Lin Xiangqi said softly, with a subtle hint, his voice nearly drowned out by the classroom fan.

But Lu Cong clearly heard him, looking down with a gaze full of unspoken words.

“Don’t believe it,” Lu Cong said, his dark eyes burning hotter than summer’s heat. “Prove it.”

Lin Xiangqi glanced around like a thief, ensuring no one was watching, then whispered in Lu Cong’s ear, “You’ll see.”

*

The college entrance exam arrived as scheduled.

Everyone seemed more worried about Lin Xiangqi’s results than he was.

Before the scores came out, Tang Luyu sent him daily messages—updates on military academy medical student admissions or special guidelines for elite Omegas.

Qi Ye and Lu Huo were calmer but still subtly prodded Lu Cong: “Tell Xiao Qi not to stress too much. Take it easy.”

They just wanted Lu Cong to say, “He did well, no pressure.”

Lin Xiangqi, however, was unfazed.

The moment he finished his last exam, he knew he’d nailed it.

That afternoon, leaving the exam hall, the sun blazed fiercely.

Lin Xiangqi followed the crowd out.

Surrounded by noise—cheers, cries of regret—he was dizzy from the 39-degree heat and jostled by the crowd.

A hand suddenly pulled him, creating a safe space around him. He didn’t need to think to know who it was.

In that moment, Lin Xiangqi forgot he’d just finished the exam, forgot the countless students and parents around, forgot they were in public.

He only felt everything had settled, and he was exhausted, desperately wanting to hug Lu Cong.

So he did.

Lin Xiangqi turned and clung to Lu Cong tightly, ignoring any onlookers, burying his face in Lu Cong’s shoulder. “I’m so tired. I don’t want to walk.”

Lu Cong wrapped an arm around his waist, gently rubbing the back of his head. “I’ll carry you.”

Lin Xiangqi stood on tiptoes, pressing against his face, acting spoiled amid the bustling crowd. “I want a hug.”

“Okay.” Lu Cong bent down, scooped up his legs, and lifted him.

Lin Xiangqi hung onto him like a koala, comfortably nestling against Lu Cong’s neck, dozing off.

Some might have stared or even snapped photos, but neither Lu Cong nor Lin Xiangqi cared.

They kept moving forward, each step closer to their future. On this path, nothing mattered but each other.

Lin Xiangqi was partly being clingy but genuinely exhausted.

For months, he hadn’t dared relax, knowing he carried not just his own future but Lu Cong’s too.

They’d agreed on the military academy—he couldn’t mess it up.

Lin Xiangqi had to keep improving so Lu Cong could too. He’d given his all.

Fortunately, his efforts paid off with a result worthy of them.

When the scores came out, Lin Xiangqi shocked everyone with a 652, ensuring his spot in the military academy, regardless of any changes to elite Omega bonus policies.

On the day to collect their graduation certificates, Chen Qiutian called Lin Xiangqi repeatedly, urging him to hurry to school for dinner, photos, and a gift.

But Lin Xiangqi was sitting in front of a mirror, wiping away tears.

“Wah… Lu Cong… what do I do!”

Lu Cong leaned against the door, chuckling softly. “It’s cute.”

Lin Xiangqi’s eyes reddened with frustration as he glared at him. “I don’t want cute! I’m going to kill that Tony!”

They had long planned to pick up their graduation certificates and get their marriage license on the same day.

Though Lin Xiangqi acted calm, he’d been too nervous to sleep for two days. Lu Cong seemed composed, but he was just as excited at the thought of it.

Despite their inner anticipation, their daily life hadn’t changed much—they ate and drank as usual.

Perhaps because Lin Xiangqi cared so much about the occasion, he felt he needed to do something special to mark its importance.

So, he made a bold decision: he woke up early that morning and got a perm.

He hadn’t told Lu Cong, wanting to surprise him. But he left the salon laughing and returned home crying. He sobbed on Lu Cong’s shoulder for ages, looking so pitiful that Lu Cong’s heart ached.

Lu Cong looked at Lin Xiangqi through the mirror.

Before, Lin Xiangqi’s hair was soft and straight, falling naturally when unstyled, its healthy black color accentuating his fair, almost translucent skin.

After the perm, his hair had cute curls, with playful bangs that matched his big, round eyes.

Lu Cong thought the hairstyle was great—adorable and vibrant, highlighting Lin Xiangqi’s delicate features and youthful energy.

But Lin Xiangqi wasn’t satisfied.

According to him, he’d wanted a mature, sophisticated style, even asking Tony to slick it back with gel—

He was about to get married; how could he not look mature!

“It’s all that Tony’s fault for taking liberties, saying I didn’t suit a mature style, so he secretly gave me this look. Wah… who does he think he is? It’s my head, my head!”

The more Lin Xiangqi thought about it, the angrier he got. He shouldn’t have been swayed by a deal—everyone at the salon said it looked good, taking photos and videos. Tony, excited, offered to waive the fee if Lin Xiangqi let them post the videos. Soft-hearted, Lin Xiangqi agreed, too embarrassed to protest, and left the salon.

But once home, looking in the mirror, he felt awful about the style. “This doesn’t look like a mature man at all.”

Lu Cong stepped behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissing his ear. “What counts as mature?”

“Well…” Lin Xiangqi started to say suit, tie, slicked-back hair, but paused, looking at Lu Cong in the mirror. “…Like you.”

They were nearly the same age, Lu Cong only a few months older, but their vibes were worlds apart.

No matter how young Lu Cong looked, he never seemed childish. His steady gaze, calm demeanor, and composed actions inspired trust.

In contrast, Lin Xiangqi felt his current look screamed immaturity. With his face alone, people might doubt he was even an adult.

Ignoring the late development of his glands, his eyes always carried an innocent, untainted purity, giving the illusion of naivety.

“It’s great like this,” Lu Cong said. “Why chase maturity?”

Lin Xiangqi hesitated but, under Lu Cong’s gaze, surrendered and confessed, “If we go to the Civil Affairs Bureau like this, without parents, and so young, what if they think we’re joking and refuse to issue the license?”

So that was his worry.

Lu Cong stroked his chin, explaining slowly, “The Alliance’s legal marriage age is 20 for Betas. For Alphas and Omegas, it’s 18 to 20, depending on compatibility. For AO pairs with over 99% compatibility, you can apply for marriage at 18.”

Lin Xiangqi blinked, puzzled. “I know that. Why are you reciting this now?”

“I’m saying we’re legal, compliant, and reasonable. No one can deny our marriage application,” Lu Cong said, kissing him. “Three months ago, we submitted our compatibility data to the Pheromone Development Center. The Civil Affairs Bureau has our file. They know we’ll marry eventually and will bless us.”

Lin Xiangqi’s heart raced. “…Really?”

“Really.”

Lu Cong’s calm certainty gave Lin Xiangqi a sense of security, finally easing his worries.

Looking in the mirror again, Lin Xiangqi mumbled, “Well, this hairstyle’s actually pretty nice. What do you think?”

His eyes sparkled, a trace of lingering grievance in their corners as he looked at Lu Cong expectantly.

“I think…”

Lu Cong’s hand slipped under his shirt, his warm palm grazing Lin Xiangqi’s waist. “We don’t have to pick up the graduation certificate today.”

Lu Cong rarely spoke in such a tone, his voice low and restrained, as if holding something back.

Lin Xiangqi didn’t catch his meaning at first, only feeling ticklish. “If not today, when? Do you have other plans? Hey, stop touching lower…!”

Ignoring his protests, Lu Cong began unbuttoning Lin Xiangqi’s shirt.

Lin Xiangqi finally realized what he was up to and grabbed his hand. “No, we have to go.”

Lu Cong’s lips brushed his gland, licking lightly. “Just a quick help, it won’t take long.”

Lin Xiangqi elbowed him. “Yeah, right. Every time you ‘help’ me, you take forever afterward. I barely slept last night.”

“Yanyan, you’re unfair,” Lu Cong said, nibbling him. “I didn’t do anything.”

Lin Xiangqi disagreed. “You rubbed against me. Don’t think I didn’t notice. You always rub on my leg. When I half-woke up in the middle of the night, you were still at it.”

Lu Cong froze, then said helplessly, “Baby, does that even count?”

Lin Xiangqi looked at him, indignant. “If that doesn’t count, what else do you want to do?”

Truthfully, Lin Xiangqi found Lu Cong odd—he loved kissing, hugging, and all physical contact. That was normal; Lin Xiangqi liked it too.

But Lu Cong’s favorite was rubbing against Lin Xiangqi’s leg every night.

At first, Lin Xiangqi thought it was just pent-up pheromones needing release. He’d helped Lu Cong with his hand a few times, but Lu Cong rarely finished, either unsatisfied or physically unable. Meanwhile, Lin Xiangqi was done in minutes.

Hearing this, Lu Cong looked like an innocent man wrongly sentenced to death for picking up a coin. Hoarsely, he defended himself, “I want to do a lot more.”

He didn’t want Lin Xiangqi thinking their future stopped at “leg rubbing.”

Lin Xiangqi, either clueless or teasing, said casually, “It’s not like I’m stopping you, but we’re short on time. We need to get the license, go to school, and maybe have a dinner tonight. Whatever you want, do it when we’re home.”

His tone was so nonchalant that Lu Cong couldn’t tell if he was brushing him off or genuinely didn’t get it.

“Anything I want, I can do?” Lu Cong asked softly, as if afraid to startle him.

Lin Xiangqi laughed, pinching Lu Cong’s face. “Go for it. Think I don’t know your little fetish? Addicted to leg play.”

Lu Cong looked at him silently, a storm of unspoken desire in his eyes, quickly restrained.

After a pause, he spoke, voice low and deliberate. “Baby, tonight I’ll go all the way.”

Lin Xiangqi shrugged generously. “Fine, I’ll probably fall asleep when I’m tired anyway. I don’t care.”

Lu Cong’s gaze darkened, kissing his lips lightly.

“You can try and see if you can sleep.”