RBNR Ch54: Doesn’t Feng Chengyu like to send messages?

Qin Bao thought he’d only sleep for a few hours, but when he woke up, it was already the next morning.

It was 8:30, and the sky was still overcast.

He went to the wardrobe to change clothes and noticed that Feng Chengyu’s wardrobe was filled with the latest seasonal clothes again. Only then did he remember they had returned together yesterday.

Last night… they also slept together. No wonder he felt like he was being held, thinking it was a dream.

After getting dressed and going downstairs, Qin Bao was surprised to find Feng Chengyu still there.

“Morning.”

Feng Chengyu was frying bacon, and the pan was sizzling.

“…Morning,” Qin Bao replied.

“Get the milk,” Feng Chengyu said. “Breakfast will be ready soon.”

Qin Bao fetched the milk from the microwave and returned to the island counter, seeing two plates already set with fried eggs and whole wheat bread. Feng Chengyu divided the bacon and sat opposite him.

They had been so busy for the past six months that it had been a long time since they had breakfast together.

Qin Bao sipped the milk and asked, “Why haven’t you left yet?”

Feng Chengyu looked at him.

Qin Bao suddenly felt like he was trying to drive him away. After all, Feng Chengyu had just mentioned being willing to give a permanent mark and had spent the night with him, so he quickly explained, “I mean, are you moving back?”

“Yes, I don’t need to stay there anymore,” Feng Chengyu said. “I’ll be at home from now on.”

Qin Bao: “…”

Coming and going as you please, what do you think this place is?

Seeing him remain silent, Feng Chengyu asked, “Do you have any plans for your holiday?”

Qin Bao was wary, “Why?”

It couldn’t be that he wanted to check up on him, could it? Feng Chengyu had the nerve?

Remembering Feng Chengyu’s words about ignoring him on purpose yesterday, Qin Bao felt a surge of anger but had no reason to vent it, so he could only stab the bacon with his fork heavily.

Feng Chengyu spoke again, this time gently, “Xiao Bao, did you know that the Ministry of Commerce got the rare resource customs pass?”

Although his father, Mr. Qin, was the Minister of Commerce, Qin Bao had never paid much attention to such news, and Mr. Qin certainly wouldn’t discuss it with him.

“I didn’t know,” Qin Bao replied. “Why are you asking about this?”

Feng Chengyu cut into his fried egg, “Then you should know who’s responsible for mining rare dysprosium in the galaxy.”

Qin Bao frowned, “Elementary schoolers know it’s the Fuxing Group.”

“Yes, after rare dysprosium is processed, part of it is used to make drive sources for mechas, and another part powers mining ships, known as rare resources,” Feng Chengyu said. “In the past, rare resources were handled entirely by the Fuxing Group. Their largest shipbuilding base is across the sea at the alliance border in Jilu.”

Qin Bao understood, “You mean now the rare resources have to be transported to Jilu under the supervision of the Ministry of Commerce?”

Feng Chengyu said, “No, it’s entirely transported by the Ministry of Commerce.”

The Fuxing Group certainly wouldn’t be happy with this. Qin Bao had seen online comments suggesting that the Fuxing Group was selling rare resources to alliance arms dealers.

“This pass was applied for a long time and repeatedly rejected, with the cabinet voting against it many times.”

Feng Chengyu continued, “Because the council is pushing for the Feilu Star fifty-year rare dysprosium mining ban.”

This meant that the Fuxing Group was besieged on both sides, with the Ministry of Commerce in front and the imperial Council behind.

The Feng and Qin families were in-laws in this situation.

Qin Bao had a vague idea of what Feng Chengyu was going to say but wasn’t sure.

“At the time, the third approval for the pass was in its final stage. To avoid suspicion, I didn’t contact you,” Feng Chengyu said. “Later, I suggested a temporary separation for the same reason.”

Qin Bao: “…”

So that’s how it was.

Their marriage was not just a matter between the Feng and Qin families but also had significant political implications.

He put down his fork, “So you chose not to tell me because you thought it was better for me?”

“No, it was because I was being schemed against at the time,” Feng Chengyu said. “I couldn’t contact you.”

Qin Bao’s pupils dilated slightly upon hearing this: “…”

He recalled a news report about a senator being assassinated and the gun Feng Chengyu carried.

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t hurt.”

Feng Chengyu said lightly.

“It was just a minor issue, temporarily losing communication with the outside world.”

Qin Bao relaxed and slowly picked up his fork again, “And then?” he asked Feng Chengyu, “Why did you do it on purpose later?”

Feng Chengyu looked at him, then lowered his eyes and continued eating after a few seconds, “Because I wanted to see if you would take the initiative to contact me.”

Qin Bao: “?”

What?

“I mentioned it yesterday, as long as I don’t contact you, you won’t send me a single message or make a single call,” Feng Chengyu said. “That’s not fair to me.”

Qin Bao immediately got agitated, “I also said, it’s not in the contract! If you wanted, I could also send messages or make calls first…”

His voice got softer.

Qin Bao felt his face heat up, “So what’s the point of having a mouth if you don’t use it to tell me instead of playing cold violence!”

“Sorry.” Feng Chengyu reached out, squeezed Qin Bao’s hand, “It won’t happen again.”

“Mm, there won’t be a next time.”

Qin Bao answered gruffly, pulling his hand back as if electrocuted.

He quickly finished the last bit of milk, told Feng Chengyu, “I’m done eating,” and hurriedly cleared the dishes before leaving the kitchen.

What’s Feng Chengyu up to?

Is this an elementary school apology? Should we write each other self-criticism letters…

Qin Bao hadn’t expected the reason for losing contact to be so absurd. He paced around his room to calm down.

Soon, he heard the sound of cars arriving.

This time, Lin Zi’s car and Brother Lu’s car arrived together, parking outside the garage, making quite a commotion.

Qin Bao had a magazine shoot. He hadn’t been to the studio since returning from Grody a few days ago, and he had missed a long-scheduled event the night before. Brother Lu knew he wasn’t feeling well and came personally, not trusting Xiao Xu.

Qin Bao grabbed his coat and went downstairs. Feng Chengyu was getting ready to leave, and they met in the hallway.

“Will you be back tonight?”

Feng Chengyu asked him.

“Mm.” Qin Bao held back his impatience, “What about you?”

Feng Chengyu put on his coat, “I’ll be back too. What do you want for dinner?”

Qin Bao said, “We just had breakfast, how would I know what I want for dinner? I’m not a pig.” Realizing his tone was bad, he added, “Whatever you want, I can bring it back.”

There was a nice restaurant near the studio, but it wasn’t convenient for Qin Bao to go, so Xiao Xu often went to get food for him.

“Okay, I’ll think about it,” Feng Chengyu said.

Qin Bao felt Feng Chengyu was different but couldn’t pinpoint how.

He nodded and was about to open the door when Feng Chengyu pulled him back. When he turned around, Feng Chengyu kissed him.

They kissed behind the door.

The scent of daffodils on Feng Chengyu filled Qin Bao’s senses. Feng Chengyu gently released his pheromones, making Qin Bao, who hadn’t experienced this in a while, tremble.

He wrapped his arms around Feng Chengyu’s neck, returning the kiss, his back tingling with electric shocks, almost making him unable to stand.

Feng Chengyu noticed and pressed him firmly against the door, his fingers clasping the back of Qin Bao’s head, kneading the small bump at the back of his neck.

“What does it smell like?”

Amidst the intimate sounds of lips and tongues, Feng Chengyu asked in a low voice.

Qin Bao, breathing heavily, didn’t understand what Feng Chengyu meant, focusing on kissing his tongue.

Feng Chengyu responded, sucking on him, and asked again, “Baobao, what does my pheromone smell like?”

“Smelly,” Qin Bao replied.

Didn’t I already say it’s the smelliest!

Feng Chengyu chuckled, kissing along his lip to his neck, his fingers still pressing the swollen gland, his lips hovering there, “Do you want it?”

Qin Bao was annoyed: “…”

Is he playing with me?

I thought there was something different, but it’s the same as before?

If you don’t give it, fine. It’s not like I can’t take inhibitors.

Just as he was about to push Feng Chengyu away, something warm and wet brushed against the back of his neck. Qin Bao’s breath hitched, and he gripped Feng Chengyu’s shoulder, cursing, “You bastard—”

“Do you want it?”

Feng Chengyu suggested.

Qin Bao closed his eyes, bit his lip, and finally, reluctantly, said, “…Then hurry up.”

His voice was trembling.

Sharp teeth pressed against his skin, breaking it.

Alpha’s pheromones poured in continuously, overflowing, with glandular fluid running down his neck. The combined scent filled the hallway, accompanied by Qin Bao’s soft cries of pain.

His fingers dug into Feng Chengyu’s shoulder, his fingertips turning white.

The Omega was fiercely marked exclusively, rendering them temporarily immune to other Alpha’s pheromones.

The marking process lasted about one or two minutes. Feng Chengyu took out a gland patch from somewhere and stuck it on him.

There was still a glimmer of moisture on the Alpha’s lips, and his eyes were shining: “See you tonight.”

Qin Bao was still dizzy, turned his face away, and showed no expression.

Yesterday he had sworn that if he didn’t want to continue, that would be it. Today, however… might as well bury it.

The door opened, and Lin Zi and Brother Lu were talking outside.

Seeing them come out, they greeted them one after the other: “Mr. Feng, Xiao Bao.”

Qin Bao walked behind, silently got into the car.

Brother Lu felt awkward, but Feng Chengyu politely nodded at them, looking in a good mood.

*

The two cars drove out of the inner road one after the other.

Every time Brother Lu saw Feng Chengyu, he felt a bit unnatural, always feeling a bit distant, like they weren’t in the same space.

He asked Qin Bao, “When did Mr. Feng come back?”

Qin Bao said, “Yesterday.”

“He must have come back because he knew you were sick.” Brother Lu’s middle-aged romantic mind began to wander, “Bao, he’s really good to you.”

Qin Bao: “…”

It’s good intermittently, enough to be unpredictable, making it hard to figure out.

“Are you sure you want to take that project?”

Brother Lu brought up the main issue.

“I’m still talking with them. The pay is okay, but it clashes with another project, and it’s just a supporting role. Do you want to reconsider?”

They were talking about a recent literary film script, where Qin Bao was auditioning for a supporting role, which clashed with the lead role of another commercial film.

“Take it, no need to reconsider,” Qin Bao said. “Didn’t you all think that the production team is high-end, and even a supporting role is prestigious? Besides, I don’t think I’m fit to take the lead just yet.”

Qin Bao is ambitious, only doing films, taking steady steps, and positioning himself correctly.

He knows acting isn’t a solo show, and it’s not about walking the runway.

It’s not enough for one person to act well, as actors often need to create scenes with their partners. Even if praised by teachers in acting class or receiving many lead role offers, Qin Bao knows he is still an outsider, having started from a high point.

Especially in the big screen shots, every reaction, every expression must be precise. The film is only so long, and every shot is precious, with no time for padding.

After experiencing thirty NGs during the filming of “Echoes,” he learned this deeply.

Speaking of acting, Qin Bao had something to discuss with Feng Chengyu.

He sent a message: [Feng Chengyu… I want to discuss something. I want to give my mom some money to reopen her studio.]

During a dinner with Mu Xian after he returned to the country, Mu Xian talked about his development after switching careers, and his passion for his work was very infectious. Ms. Rong listened attentively, inadvertently showing envy.

Ms. Rong had contributed some money when Qin Bao opened his studio. Now, the funds in his hands, plus the recent payment, far exceeded that amount, and he wanted to give it all to Ms. Rong.

Feng Chengyu’s reply came: [Why discuss it with me?]

Qin Bao glanced back; Feng Chengyu’s business car was right behind them.

And inside him, Feng Chengyu’s pheromones were still circulating.

That feeling was strange.

Even though they would see each other tonight, Qin Bao just wanted to talk to him now.

Doesn’t Feng Chengyu like to send messages?

Then let’s send.

Qin Bao: [Because we didn’t specify anything about finances in our contract.]

[I know I have the right to use my money, but I still want to tell you.]

F: [Of course.]

[But you just donated to the Feilu Star refugees; is it still enough?]

He didn’t want it to be reported by the media, so the donation was made quietly.

Qin Bao immediately turned to Brother Lu, “Brother Lu, how does Feng Chengyu know about my donation?”

Brother Lu was caught off guard and scratched his head, “Uh… he sometimes inquires about your situation, and I mentioned it.”

Qin Bao: “When?”

Brother Lu said, “Just two weeks ago…”

Two weeks ago, wasn’t that when Feng Chengyu hadn’t contacted him?

So, Feng Chengyu really did it on purpose, probing through others. Why did he want Qin Bao to take the initiative?

Qin Bao felt an inexplicable anger, warning Brother Lu, “Don’t tell Feng Chengyu anything about me again.”

Feng Chengyu might think he was out of money; he sent another message: [You can use my money too. Like you said, it’s not in the contract, so don’t feel burdened.]

What does Feng Chengyu take him for?

Qin Bao: [I won’t use your money recklessly, and I don’t even know your account password.]

F: [No password needed, your face can access all my accounts.]

Qin Bao: “…”

Nonsense!

Qin Bao: [Be careful, I might empty your accounts.【Sunglasses】]

F: [That’s fine, as long as I don’t end up with nothing.]

Qin Bao was at a loss.

Fortunately, Feng Chengyu didn’t continue the banter.

[I support your decision and understand your goodwill in helping Mom, but you should discuss it with her first and respect her opinion.]

[Just as we should discuss and respect your opinion.]

Qin Bao felt like something soft had scratched his heart. After a long pause, he sent a single word: [Mm.]