After Playing the Fool and Marrying the Blind Villain [Transmigration] - Chap 118
After Playing the Fool And Marrying the Blind Villain – Extra Twelve
“……”
Can’t give birth?
Did Er-ge like men?
Countless thoughts instantly surged in Pei Yi’s mind, but he didn’t dare to think deeply about it. He stepped back in a panic. “Oh, oh, I understand.”
“You understand?”
Bo Yueming still hadn’t let go of his hand.
Pei Yi avoided his gaze, the strange feeling in his heart becoming even stronger. “Er-ge, you must have drank a lot tonight. Go to bed early. I need to rest too.”
Bo Yueming saw through the evasion of the person in front of him, and was also not in a hurry to express his feelings at this moment.
He had known Pei Yi’s temperament since childhood. He seemed to be outgoing, and his daily curiosity was greater than anything else, but there was also a high wall in his heart.
Once he encountered something he couldn’t figure out, or encountered “danger,” he would instinctively protect himself and evade.
Bo Yueming could tell that the kitten was gradually becoming enlightened. At this time, pushing the other party too hard would be counterproductive.
Bo Yueming returned to his senses briefly and pretended to be drunk again. “En, I got a little drunk and I’m dizzy.”
A trace of nervousness flashed across Pei Yi’s face, and he quickly lowered his head to hide it.
Bo Yueming’s hand rested on the wine cabinet. “You should go to bed early. I’ll take a shower first.”
Having said this, he turned around and went to his room.
Pei Yi stared at Bo Yueming’s somewhat shaky steps, and the suppressed anxiety surged onto his face again. He couldn’t help but mutter inwardly—
How much wine did he drink?
Wasn’t he usually pretty good at drinking?
Although he had said he was sleepy, Pei Yi still ran downstairs anxiously.
Uncle Kai, who resided on the first floor, heard the sounds outside and couldn’t help but go out to find that it was Pei Yi tossing around.
He quickly approached and asked, “Little Sir, what are you looking for? Are you hungry?”
“Uncle Kai, where is the hangover medicine? And the honey.” Pei Yi successfully found the medical kit and murmured, “Er-ge seems to be very drunk. I want to make him some honey water.”
Uncle Kai was stunned. “Second Young Master is drunk?”
Pei Yi nodded vigorously, and said as if complaining to his parents, “Didn’t you see? He was staggering when he walked.”
“……”
No, he didn’t see it, ah?
When the Second Young Master came home just now, even though he smelled of alcohol, his overall condition was very normal, and he specifically said he didn’t need to be taken care of. So how could he be drunk?
Pei Yi’s voice came again, “Uncle Kai, is the honey in the refrigerator?”
Uncle Kai quickly answered, “Eh, I’ll check for Little Sir.”
. . . . . . .
Bo Yueming took a quick shower, but before he could lie down on the bed, there was another knock on the door.
Pei Yi lowered his voice. “Er-ge, are you asleep?”
“……”
Bo Yueming’s eyes brightened slightly. After walking a few steps, he pretended to be uncomfortably drunk and opened the door. “Why aren’t you asleep yet.”
Pei Yi handed over the warm honey water in his hand. “Drink before talking, and here’s some medicine.”
Bo Yueming looked at the pills in Pei Yi’s hand and deliberately took only the water glass. Then he feigned unsteadiness and walked to the big bed in the master bedroom and leaned against it.
“……Ai!”
Pei Yi noticed his ‘uncomfortable’ appearance and quickly followed him. “Er-ge, take your medicine quickly and go to bed afterward.”
Bo Yueming took two sips of honey water and said weakly, “Help me open the outer packaging.”
Pei Yi removed the plastic outer packaging, held the pills on his fingertips, and handed them over. “En, take them quickly.”
“Okay.”
Bo Yueming lowered his eyes and responded lightly, but didn’t reach to pick them up.
Instead, he leaned down and took the pills and fingertips into his mouth, grinding his teeth lightly against them.
“……Wu.”
Pei Yi whimpered softly and withdrew his hand as if it had been burned. For a moment, he didn’t know where to direct his eyes.
As the “chief culprit,” Bo Yueming didn’t seem to notice this at all, and swallowed the hangover medicine with honey water. “Okay, it’s getting late. Do you want to sleep?”
“Ah? I’ll sleep, ba.”
Pei Yi unconsciously twirled his fingertips and stood up slowly. “Then I’ll go back.”
Having said that, he didn’t give Bo Yueming a chance to speak again, and rushed out of the master bedroom.
“……”
Bo Yueming looked at the ajar door and the sound of a door closing from the opposite side. He leaned helplessly on the bed and let out an inaudible laugh.
The two of them hadn’t slept together in a long while. He had originally wanted to use the excuse of being “drunk” to catch a kitten, but unfortunately, he slipped away with the bait. Bo Yueming didn’t want to waste Pei Yi’s thoughtfulness, so he simply drank the honey water that was at the perfect temperature.
What he wanted would come soon enough.
. . . . . .
Another week.
In the simply-decorated three-storey villa, the door of the study was gently pushed open, and the rich scent of paint that had accumulated over the years wafted out.
Pei Yi had returned home for the weekend, and looked at the gentle figure in the studio while calling cautiously, “Father Rong, can I come in?”
Xu Rong, who was concentrating on his creation, raised his head and smiled upon seeing his child. “Xiao Yi, why are you back today? Come in.”
As he spoke, the smoothly tossed the utility knife in his hand into a paint bucket and left it at a distance.
Pei Yi was unaware of the deep meaning behind this simple action, and just walked closer to sit on the simple camp chair beside him. “Father Rong.”
The simple address brought with it a hint of coquettishness.
Xu Rong took out the wet wipes on the side and wiped his hands, then patted his child’s cheek lovingly. “What’s wrong? Did you come to me with something weighing on your heart?”
One could look at him and come to an accurate conclusion.
“……”
Pei Yi thought of the real reason he had come to Xu Rong, but it was a little difficult to express.
He thought for a few seconds and then changed his question. “Father Rong, how did you and Father Yan meet? Who pursued whom?”
Xu Rong was a little surprised at Pei Yi’s question, and there was a hint of inquiry in his eyes.
It should be known that Pei Yi had been well-behaved and sensible since he was a child, and had never been curious enough to inquire after his two parents. Why was he suddenly curious about the matter now?
Pei Yi noticed the look in Xu Rong’s eyes change slightly and dropped the topic. “I was just asking casually.”
Xu Rong patted his hand and comforted, “It’s okay, if you want to know, I’ll tell you.”
Pei Yi was already an adult. Since such a question had arisen, there was a high probability that he was emotionally involved.
As a father, he must not only learn to listen, but also to share and give correct guidance.
“You know that Father Yan is six years younger than me, right?”
“En.”
“Back then, I had just become a traditional Chinese painting assistant at the university, and your aunt Ke Yan took my class as an elective. For a while, your father pretended to be a student when he picked your aunt up from school, but I called him to answer questions.”
Zong Baiyan knew nothing about traditional Chinese painting, and along with his youthful arrogance and brashness, Xu Rong was very angry with his few answers that didn’t add up to anything.
“I was young at that time, and my age as a teacher was not convincing to him, much less my personality. In the course of events, my eyes almost turned red with anger.”
Pei Yi was just asking casually at first, but now he was really interested and complained in a low voice, “Ah? Was Father Yan really that ‘bad’ when he was young?”
“En.”
Xu Rong smiled. “Since his family was rich, he was also a young master who could make trouble.”
His only advantage was that he had a sense of proportion when making trouble, and never played with other people’s feelings.
“When the argument was at its peak, the bell rang at the end of class. I couldn’t hold myself together at that moment. It’s embarrassing to say, but my eyes were indeed red, and I picked up my things and left the classroom quickly.”
Now, it was Zong Baiyan’s turn to be nervous.
“Your father probably knew he had made trouble, and likely also sensed that something was wrong with my mood, so he followed me out and said he wanted to treat me to a meal to make amends.”
And he stuck to him as time went on.
Pei Yi listened to Xu Rong’s recollections, compared them imperceptibly, and shook his head.
Er-ge and Father Yan were different.
Although he was also a young master from a wealthy family, he was much more reliable than his father when he was young, and never made anyone cry.
Pei Yi noticed that Xu Rong was in a sharing mood, and his curiosity continued. “Father Rong, when did you realize you liked Father Yan? Which of you two broke the window paper first?”
Xu Rong had guessed that the kitten would ask this question, so he said as a person with some experience, “Xiao Yi, when you find that no matter what you do or hear, you easily think of that person.”
“When you see that person get close to others and your thoughts start to go wild.”
“When just thinking about the two of you becoming strangers in the end makes you feel sad.”
“Every such moment is enough to verify that — you have feelings for that person.”
Xu Rong deliberately changed the narrative perspective, and then used himself as an example. “Just like Father Yan. He was like a clingy puppy at first. No matter how much I refused or chased him away, I couldn’t get rid of him. Later, when I thought about the possibility of him not being around anymore, my heart felt empty.”
“……”
His heart felt empty?
Pei Yi lowered his eyes and suddenly remembered when he misunderstood Bo Yueming and Yang Kelin the week before, and the sour, lost feeling of not knowing what to do when he heard that he had someone he liked.
Xu Rong noticed Pei Yi’s absent mindedness and asked in a low voice, “Xiao Yi, what’s going on with you and Yueming?”
Pei Yi instantly panicked. “Father Rong, it’s nothing! It has nothing to do with Er-ge!”
Xu Rong smiled. “You still want to hide it from me, ah? You’ve fallen in love with Yueming, right?”
“……”
When Pei Yi heard this plain and clear question, the heartstrings that had been pulled since last week snapped.
He met Xu Rong’s seemingly all-seeing eyes and nodded resignedly. “Father Rong, I’ve always regarded him as an older brother, but that changed at some point.”
Maybe it was that unspeakable dream during summer vacation and the comfort Bo Yueming provided after waking up, or maybe it was earlier—
By the time Pei Yi reacted, his feelings for Bo Yueming had already exceeded the limit.
He had struggled for a week, but still didn’t dare to step over that line easily.
“If it changed, then it changed.”
Trying to dispel his concerns, Xu Rong gave him full affirmation. “Xiao Yi, you are an adult, and you have the ability to make choices for your life and relationships.”
“Perhaps you haven’t been able to fully adapt, but Father Rong and Father Yan will be your backers in everything, understand?”
Pei Yi still had concerns in his heart. “Father Rong, is it okay that I like Er-ge?”
Xu Rong frowned slightly, and heard his child’s hesitant confession, “You didn’t adopt me because you wanted me to…..”
Before he could finish speaking, Xu Rong understood his meaning and interrupted firmly, “Xiao Yi, listen well—”
“En?”
“Father Yan and I adopted you and treat you as our own son not for the sake of superficial inheritance, but because we love and adore you.”
“Whether you like a boy or a girl, the same sex or the opposite sex, we just want you to be happy.”
“Yueming is a child who is excellent in all aspects, and you have grown up together. If you really get together, I will not object.”
Pei Yi’s eyes grew warm. “Father Rong.”
In order to give Pei Yi courage, Xu Rong simply continued to use himself as an example. “Didn’t you ask who confessed first between your father and I?”
Pei Yi nodded curiously. “En?”
Xu Rong revealed in a whisper, “I confirmed my feelings first, and then deliberately confessed to your father first.”
After all, Xu Rong was six years older than Zong Baiyan, and was more mature mentally and emotionally.
Hearing this, there was admiration in Pei Yi’s eyes. “Really, Father Rong?”
Recalling the past, Xu Rong smiled brightly. “En, really.”
“Happiness must be achieved by yourself, and the future must be controlled by yourself.”
Xu Rong lightly tapped the ends of Pei Yi’s moist eyes. “Once you confirm your intentions, you should boldly give it a try. Do you understand?”
Pei Yi nodded, and the fog in his heart began to dissipate.
Xu Rong breathed a silent sigh of relief, and gave him space. “Are you hungry? Shall I bake you something tasty?”
“En!”
“Wait, and come downstairs in half an hour.”
“Okay.”
Xu Rong stood up and left, not forgetting to leave the door ajar.
Pei Yi was the only one left in the studio full of artistic atmosphere, but now he was no longer confused and hesitant.
—Happiness must be achieved by yourself? The future should be controlled by yourself? Once you confirmed your intentions, you should boldly give it a try?
—En!
Pei Yi silently recited Father Rong’s words in his mind, then took out his phone and clicked on the memo pad.
Thinking seriously, he typed out something cute:
How should I confess my love to Er-ge?
Time? Location? Plan?
