LABMY CH22

“Daddy…”

Before the morning sunlight crept through the window and onto the two people sleeping soundly on the bed, the taller man among them suddenly opened his eyes.

The warmth from the body in his arms spread continuously, along with a faint fragrance — nothing fancy, just the familiar scent of the shower gel from home. Yet, it was enough to make Jian Yuanbai instantly alert.

Little Jian, through the thin fabric, eagerly brushed against Wei Zhenge’s smooth calf, attempting to greet him with enthusiasm.

Little Jian was full of enthusiasm, while Big Jian remained silent. The lingering heat from the dream continued to torment him, yet the person in his arms was completely unaware.

Jian Yuanbai carefully and slowly shifted his body away. After all, he hadn’t forgotten the excuse he used to sneak into this bed.

It is normal for a “father and son” to sleep in the same bed, but it is very abnormal when the “father” reacts to the “son”.

This could totally make it onto the “Shocking Human Ethics News.”

As this thought crossed his mind, Jian Yuanbai’s face flushed red.

His skin was naturally fair, and when he blushed, it was especially obvious. Yet, with his sharp and cold features, the redness on his face didn’t look like embarrassment—

It looked more like the kind of flush that comes from heat… or desire.

Which, ironically, only added to his already forbidden and untouchable aura, making people curious about what this cold and restrained man would look like once he fell into the trap of love and lust.

Jian Yuanbai tiptoed out of bed, awkwardly trying to suppress his reaction caused by his increasingly wild imagination.

He and Wei Zhenge were perfectly clean, with no blood ties and no father-son relationship,

…but he had somehow twisted this situation into a forbidden, taboo-like scenario all by himself.

For the first time, Jian Yuanbai was stunned speechless by his own twisted behavior.

Last night, when the system caught him sneaking a kiss, he could still shamelessly brush it off.

But this morning, after waking up from an even more explicit dream,

…his mind was filled with Little Pillow, with tearful eyes, lips swollen from being kissed, clinging to his shoulders and sobbing softly:

“Daddy…”

F**k.

Even more stimulating.

Jian Yuanbai gritted his teeth and splashed cold water on his face, trying to cool down his depraved thoughts that were already dancing dangerously on the edge of morality.

But clearly, the cold water was no match for the soft, teary “Daddy~” from his dream.

With no other choice, Jian Yuanbai stepped into the shower and turned on the ice-cold water.

The weather was already damp and chilly as winter approached, and the cold water pouring down was enough to make an ordinary person tremble.

But Jian Yuanbai stood there without flinching.

His body was too damn healthy, and his internal fire was burning too fiercely.

Sometimes, being too “alive” wasn’t a good thing.

Wet hair dripped over his forehead, half-covering his eyes. Jian Yuanbai slicked it back with one hand, lowering his head to look down.

With his brows furrowed and his expression cold, he looked like some dark and dangerous villain from a movie.

In reality, he was simply staring at a certain part of his body, full of frustration.

Absolutely can’t use my hands.

Handling it while thinking about Little Pillow… I’d truly be a fking pervert.

Water continued to pour as the bathroom mirror fogged up with condensation.

Yet, his long, slender fingers still slowly slid downward—

I really am a pervert.

Jian Yuanbai, half-tortured and half-pleased, finally walked out of the bathroom…

Only to run headfirst into Wei Zhenge.

In that moment of being “caught in the act,” Jian Yuanbai felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

Wei Zhenge paused for a moment when he saw him, then tilted his head slightly to glance behind him at the bathroom.

“…Another cold shower?”

His gaze swept over Jian Yuanbai’s stiff expression… and the faint trace of embarrassment on his face.

At that moment, Wei Zhenge seemed to catch on to something subtle.

He decided to test it.

“Jian-ge, why are you taking cold showers again?”

Before Jian Yuanbai could respond, Wei Zhenge reached out and gently grabbed his wrist.

Well, not exactly “grabbed” — the touch was light, more like a soft brush against his skin.

“So cold.”

Wei Zhenge let go, and his pale, slender fingertips slowly brushed past the veins on Jian Yuanbai’s wrist as he withdrew his hand.

A faint, numbing itch spread from where he touched, light and fleeting, yet impossible to ignore.

Like fine silk sliding over bare skin—

But silk could never carry the warmth of Wei Zhenge’s fingertips.

On the surface, Wei Zhenge’s pale face remained calm and indifferent,

…but the tips of his ears betrayed him, quietly flushing a soft pink.

Like a perfect piece of porcelain with a faint, delicate blush.

However, after such a bold move, Wei Zhenge felt a bit regretful.

But for Jian Yuanbai, who had just managed to calm himself down, this single touch was enough to stir things up again.

Especially when he saw the soft flush on Little Pillow’s face, still lingering from the warmth of the bed.

At that moment, Little Jian, who had just been suppressed, eagerly raised his head once more.

Terrified that he’d lose control and “salute” Little Pillow right here and now, Jian Yuanbai quickly made an excuse to escape.

“I-I feel hot. I’m going to… check how to move the broken bed out.”

As he stumbled toward his own room, he even unnecessarily closed the door behind him, clearly trying to hide something.

Watching the door close, the slight awkwardness and shyness on Wei Zhenge’s face faded.

Instead, he quietly curved his lips into a subtle, knowing smile.

In his room, Jian Yuanbai sat on the edge of his bed, looking down at Little Jian, who was once again full of energy.

Tears of frustration filled his eyes.

Why is this happening?!

I used to be such an innocent, pure-hearted virgin!

Why do I get turned on every time I touch Little Pillow?!

He thought he had simply “awakened to true love.”

But the system, watching from the sidelines, saw things far more clearly—

It wasn’t love awakening.

It was Little Pillow deliberately seducing him.

And this idiot was falling for it every single time.

Anxious yet helpless, the system was terrified that saying too much would accidentally “enlighten” Jian Yuanbai.

After hesitating for a long time, it chose to remain silent.

When Jian Yuanbai finally calmed down and walked out of the bedroom, he saw Wei Zhenge, wearing an apron, turning his head to ask, “What do you want for breakfast?”

Jian Yuanbai replied, “I’ll go buy something. Your tutor should be arriving soon, right? You can eat before class.”

However, Wei Zhenge said, “The tutors are off today. It’s Sunday.”

Although they had hired private tutors, they still got Sundays off. This wasn’t just to give the teachers a break but also to let Wei Zhenge’s tightly wound nerves relax for a day.

After all, intense studying for too long can slow a person’s mental response.

Jian Yuanbai looked at the pale, delicate Wei Zhenge and suddenly suggested, “Then how about we go out for the day?”

“Somewhere with good scenery and fresh air, like a mountain or a lake. I feel like I need to cleanse my soul… I’ve been walking too close to the edge of depravity lately.”

Thinking of this, Jian Yuanbai felt quite pleased and asked for Wei Zhenge’s opinion, “Where do you want to go?”

In the past, Jian Yuanbai would have simply decided on his own.

But as he grew closer to Wei Zhenge, he realized that even if Little Pillow didn’t like his choices, he would just silently go along with them.

So, Jian Yuanbai gradually developed the habit of asking for Wei Zhenge’s opinion.

After a brief moment of thought, Wei Zhenge said, “How about an amusement park?”

Then, with an unreadable expression, he added, “Didn’t you say last night that you still think of me as your ‘son’? A father-son trip to the amusement park seems fitting.”

Jian Yuanbai, who was just trying to pull himself back from the edge of perversion, forced a stiff smile:

“…You don’t even like amusement parks. Forget it.”

Wei Zhenge replied calmly, “I know that even if I say I don’t like it, you’ll still think that way. So it doesn’t matter.”

Watching Wei Zhenge’s satisfied smirk, Jian Yuanbai could already foresee a future where he would suffer countless times from his own stupid words.

In the end, the two of them still ended up at the amusement park entrance.

With one standing tall at 193 cm, the other slender at 175 cm, one handsome and sharp, the other delicate and beautiful,

…they were both eye-catching and impossible to be mistaken as father and son.

While holding the entrance tickets, Wei Zhenge glanced at the simple plastic wristband and said, “So this is what an amusement park ticket looks like?”

Jian Yuanbai fastened the wristband onto him and asked in surprise, “You’ve never been to an amusement park before?”

Wei Zhenge hadn’t suggested the amusement park to mess with him.

He really had never been to one.

When he was young, his mother was always ill and had no energy to take him out to play.

Later, when his mother passed away, Wei Chengye (his scumbag father) would never think of bringing him to such places either.

Wei Zhenge’s childhood was missing many things.

However, when Jian Yuanbai asked, he simply replied, “No.”

Jian Yuanbai sensed that Wei Zhenge didn’t want to talk about it, so he didn’t press further and simply dragged him to experience every single attraction along the way.

“Look! There’s a cotton candy stand over there. Want some?”

Jian Yuanbai’s eyes lit up as he spotted the stall.

“Since you never went to an amusement park as a kid, have you ever had cotton candy?”

Seeing Wei Zhenge shake his head, Jian Yuanbai laughed cheerfully:

“Then let Daddy make up for your childhood!”

The moment the words left his mouth, Wei Zhenge turned to him with a half-smile and called out slowly:

“Dad… dy?”

Jian Yuanbai froze for a second and immediately shut up, obediently walking to the cotton candy stand to buy some.

While waiting for the cotton candy, two shy girls hesitantly approached him.

“Hey, handsome… Can we have your WeChat?”

Wei Zhenge’s gaze subtly darkened as he stood beside Jian Yuanbai.

Jian Yuanbai: “Me?”

The girl blushed and said boldly, “We just… want to get to know you. We can chat about life, work… or whatever.”

She handed her phone to Jian Yuanbai. “Please? Just add your number.”

Jian Yuanbai casually took the phone, typed a string of numbers, and handed it back. “Done.”

The two girls left giggling.

Jian Yuanbai handed the freshly made cotton candy to Wei Zhenge, “Come on, Little Pillow. I checked the map—there’s still half the park we haven’t explored.”

Holding the wooden stick of the cotton candy, Wei Zhenge pursed his lips and said without much enthusiasm, “This isn’t as fun as I imagined. I want to go home.”

Without hesitation, Jian Yuanbai replied, “Shall we head back now?”

He didn’t complain that it was Wei Zhenge’s idea to come here, nor did he try to persuade him to stay. Instead, he immediately respected Wei Zhenge’s decision.

However, Wei Zhenge shook his head, “We’ve already bought the tickets. It’d be a waste.”

He took a bite of the cotton candy but couldn’t quite taste the sweetness. After a moment of hesitation, he couldn’t help but probe,

“Aren’t you going to check your phone? That girl might have already added you. If you wait too long to accept, she might feel offended.”

Jian Yuanbai waved his hand casually, “No need. I gave her the contact info for our company’s HR. If she wants to chat, she can talk to them.”

Wei Zhenge was stunned. “…You gave her HR’s contact info?”

Jian Yuanbai looked confused, “Didn’t she say she wanted to talk about work? If she’s looking for a job, it makes more sense to talk to HR, right?”

Wei Zhenge almost laughed but held it in, “But… she also said she wanted to ‘chat about life.’ She probably wanted your personal contact.”

Jian Yuanbai frowned, “HR can explain our company’s housing benefits. Even if she adds me, I wouldn’t be able to explain those details.”

“Wasn’t she just trying to get to know me?” Jian Yuanbai sighed helplessly, “Ever since I started my own company, tons of people — men and women — have been asking to ‘connect’ with me. But honestly… I have nothing to talk to them about.”

“My success is something they can’t copy anyway. Seriously.”

After all, he was a transmigrator with protagonist-level luck.

Looking at Wei Zhenge’s increasingly strange expression, Jian Yuanbai couldn’t help but question himself, “What? Did I say something wrong?”

Wei Zhenge chuckled, took another bite of the cotton candy, and said with a smile, “Nope. You’re doing great.”

Then, in a noticeably better mood, he pulled Jian Yuanbai to line up for the roller coaster.

But the good mood didn’t last long.

As the sky darkened, a phone call shattered Wei Zhenge’s rare moment of relaxation.

On the other end of the line, Wei Chengye’s cold and commanding voice echoed through the phone:

“In a few days, it’s your grandmother’s 80th birthday. Remember to come back.”

He didn’t ask if Wei Zhenge wanted to attend.

He simply gave an order and hung up.

Jian Yuanbai immediately noticed the change in Wei Zhenge’s expression.

“What’s wrong?”

He kind of missed the old, cheap phone that Wei Zhenge used to have.

The sound quality was so poor that Jian Yuanbai could always clearly hear what was being said on the other end.

But now, after switching to a phone provided by Jian Yuanbai’s company, he could only guess the situation based on Little Pillow’s expression.

“Wei Chengye called?”

“Mm,” Wei Zhenge nodded and said with little emotion, “Told me to attend my grandmother’s 80th birthday.”

He hated these family gatherings.

It meant endless mockery, humiliation, and lectures.

Jian Yuanbai raised an eyebrow and grinned,

“They still don’t know you’ve turned 18, do they?”

“I’m technically still your legal guardian. Why don’t you take me with you?”