C125 — Return to Reality

Chu Chen’an didn’t turn around. He looked at the lights of thousands of houses outside the window and felt that the night wind wasn’t that cold. He hooked his fingers around Qin Jue’s hand on his waist and whispered, “Okay.”

Qin Jue kissed his neck gently, slowly and lingeringly, his palm wrapped around his little hand, with a strong possessiveness and love intertwined, carefully hugging and kissing the baby he regarded as a treasure.

Chu Chen’an turned around and looked at Qin Jue. Feeling the warm love, his cheeks turned red, and he lowered his head and pulled the hospital gown on his body.

“I don’t need to take medicine anymore.”

He was already very healthy.

This idea made him feel a little happy and excited; it seemed like he was in a trance or an unreal dream. This had been his desire for more than ten years on the hospital bed.

The word “health” was unfamiliar and heavy to him. It meant that he didn’t have to endure the terrible torture of illness. He would have a beautiful and ordinary future like ordinary people.

He pulled the pocket of his hospital gown with one hand, dazed.

“Yeah.” Qin Jue stroked his cheek and said with a smile, “Don’t worry, I won’t give you an injection in the future.”

Hearing this sentence, Chu Chen’an was stunned for a moment, and inexplicably thought of the year when he first met Qin Jue at the age of 13. He smiled softly, and tears gathered at the end of his eyes.

Qin Jue wiped away the tears at the end of his eyes with his fingertips, hugged him tightly in his arms, stroked his back with his palm, and murmured softly, “My baby…”

Then Qin Jue finally took Chu Chen’an back home. Their home was in the largest single-family villa in the rich villa area on the outskirts of the city.

Chu Chen’an’s family members were all dead. Qin Jue had a grandfather, his father had lived abroad for a long time, and his mother died a few years ago. It was said that she committed suic-ide because of mental disorder and put the hair dryer in the bathtub. She wasn’t discovered until two days later.

On the day she was found, her body had begun to stink.

Qin Jue had lived with his mother since he was a child. He had always lived in a repressive environment. His mother had done many crazy things because of her mental disorder.

She opened the gas tank and tried to die with Qin Jue in her arms.

Later, Qin Jue’s father found out. His father was very angry and beat his mother severely. Qin Jue was four or five years old at the time. He watched his mother being beaten and bloody, and was locked in a dark room with her for several days.

But later, while she bled, she pinched his neck viciously, scolding him like crazy, and yelling at him, “Go to hell! Why don’t you die! I shouldn’t have given birth to you! Disgusting! Bastard! Go to hell!…”

She hated her cheating husband.

She also hated the child born with this man.

With tears of disgust, the mother touched the finger-long glass fragments on the ground and stabbed them deeply into his stomach.

Young Qin Jue didn’t cry or make a fuss. He used his little hands to pry his mother’s hands, endured the severe pain in his stomach, and said indifferently, “Mom, but I don’t want to die.”

The crazy mother let him go, then knelt in front of him in pain and screamed.

The house was dark, and his mother’s sharp screams were like the howling of wild ghosts at night. This place was like hell.

But Qin Jue still wanted to live in that hell.

…

Later, Qin Jue returned to live with his grandfather. After returning from studying abroad, he took over the position of vice president of his father’s hospital.

Luckily.

He met the little guy who was clumsily enjoying the wind on the rooftop.

Met his baby.

His lover.

Perhaps years of long-term repression had twisted into extreme possessiveness—he wanted to love Chu Chen’an, to completely possess him.

He belonged to him.

Qin Jue wanted Chu Chen’an’s body and soul to be his, and his alone.

Qin Jue sat by the edge of Chu Chen’an’s bed, his gloomy eyes tracing his face obsessively, as if he could never get enough.

Chu Chen’an had changed into a pale yellow set of pajamas, curled obediently in Qin Jue’s arms. His hands were tucked in front of his chest. When Qin Jue kissed the tip of his nose, he gave a soft hum in his sleep and slowly turned over.

Qin Jue found him unbearably adorable. He held him tightly in his arms, his entire heart and mind filled with him.

“Baby,” Qin Jue murmured, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head, “let’s stay together forever.”

Chu Chen’an let out a soft, sleepy noise in response,

as if agreeing.

Qin Jue smiled, his lips brushing his forehead, and closed his eyes in satisfaction, falling asleep with him.

—

Three days later.

Chu Chen’an leaned against a soft pillow, aimlessly scrolling on his tablet.

He had read quite a few news articles over the past few days. To his surprise, modern medical advancements had exceeded his expectations.

For instance, scientists had actually developed miracle medicines capable of treating various diseases—although very expensive. Prosthetics could now be regenerated through medical technology, and men could even become pregnant by injecting special hormones or taking medication…

Chu Chen’an opened a medical report about male pregnancy. It stated that, at present, the probability of pregnancy among the male population in the country had reached 36%, and the safety rate of male pregnancy was second only to that of females, at 0.3%.

That meant… men could have children now?!

And it was becoming increasingly normalized.

Chu Chen’an read it several times, unable to resist imagining what a child between him and Qin Jue would look like.

The baby would probably be tiny and chubby when born, and then slowly grow up, babbling in a soft little voice, calling him “Daddy”…

That… didn’t sound so bad.

His cheeks turned red as he thought about it, a strange sense of anticipation growing in his heart. He found himself oddly weird, and shut the tablet.

Although the system had unlinked from him, the live-streaming platform remained. In fact, it had released a specialized app designed for retired players and their fans, allowing Chu Chen’an to continue streaming.

Chu Chen’an opened the stream. The app allowed him to disable tipping, and since he had been supported by fans for so long and had now finished the game, he no longer needed that feature.

[hi, long time no see wifey\~]

[omg omg, are those red marks on your neck mosquito bites?!]**

[waaah wifey won’t let me tip]

[I’m broke, only have gold coins left! I’m giving them all to you, wifey!]

[kiss kiss pretty wifey]

[where are you now, wifey?]

[are you at home?]

[wuwuwu after returning to the real world, did you break up with your NPC hubby? wuwuwu after all he’s just a game NPC…]

[holy crap]

[just realized]

[WHAT! Nooo did my perfect love story end in tragedy?!]

[pant pant]

[wifey can I see your shirt]

[wuwuwu my beautiful love story ended in a BE!!!]

[sits up in shock from terminal illness]

[seems like it]

[wuwuwuwu I’m crying so loudly]

…

[wifey, are you back home now?]

[how’s life? what kind of work are you doing now?]

Apparently, the system was pushing his stream based on viewer interests—so 97% of his audience were women.

And rumor had it… they really loved watching men fall in love?

Although Chu Chen’an didn’t fully understand, he really liked these enthusiastic fans.

He smiled gently and waved at the screen, “Yes, I’m back home. As for my job… hmm, I don’t have any special plans yet. I might attend some academic training and then intern at a media company.”

The current employment policies had relaxed. Many people who hadn’t taken the college entrance exam or didn’t have high academic qualifications could join special academic training programs. After graduating from those, they could compete for jobs too.

He planned to study journalism.

[soga (I see)]

[Wifey said this major is like becoming a reporter or something]

[Wifey is so obedient]

[I want to jump through the screen and nibble her]

[I want to nibble twice]

[I want to nibble three times]

…

[Wuwuwu, wifey probably has no one to kiss him now, let me do it]

[Wuwuwu thinking about the tragic love again]

[Wait, if wifey broke up with his hubby, where did the hickeys on his neck come from?]

[Yeah]

[Holy crap, I was so heartbroken I almost didn’t realize]

[Facepalm jpg]

[Facepalm +1]

[+1]

[+1]

…

[Could it be a new lover?]

[No way]

[Wuwuwu, did wifey switch hubby?]

Chu Chen’an watched the flood of comments and felt a little embarrassed. He slightly parted his lips, still unsure how to explain when Qin Jue came out of the bathroom. He was only wrapped in a loose bath towel, his bare upper body showing off a strong, muscular chest.

“Baby, the water’s ready,” Qin Jue said, coming up behind Chu Chen’an, smiling as he whispered huskily and teasingly in his ear, “Let’s shower together.”

[Holy crap?]

[Holy crap holy crap?]

[I-I-I didn’t see wrong, right?]

Qin Jue lowered his head, kissed Chu Chen’an’s cheek, then glanced at the livestream page in front of Chu Chen’an. His gaze was deep and carried a hint of something dangerous.

[Holy crap, I feel scared just through the screen]

[This guy has that innate NPC vibe]

[Does anyone else feel like this guy looks like every NPC from every game copy?!]

[Holy crap! Holy crap!]

[Could it be what I think it is?!]

[Wuwuwu, NPC came to reality to be with wifey for love?]

[Seems like it! I checked wifey’s game logs, the NPC profile is still lit up!!!]

[Waaah I’m so excited I jumped off my bed]

[Aaaaaahhhh]

[So excited]

[Holy crap holy crap holy crap! I told you! My perfect love story couldn’t end badly!!!!!!]

[I’m happily back in my CP shipping hole]

…

Qin Jue glanced at the chat, as if deliberately, kissed Chu Chen’an’s forehead twice, then restlessly cupped his slim waist, asserting his claim. Qin Jue coaxed him, “Let’s go shower first. The water’s going to get cold soon.”

[So steamy hehehe]

[I love shower plays]

[Me too]

[Holy crap, this top is so steamy]

 

[His muscles are so defined, looks like he knows what he’s doing]

[Will he be super naughty with wifey? So excited!]

[I wanna see wifey (nsfw emoji)]

…

Chu Chen’an was so flustered his cheeks flushed deep red. He lowered his eyes and pushed Qin Jue’s hands off his waist, “Maybe later…”

“The water’s going to get cold soon,” Qin Jue’s voice rubbed against his ear like silk, “Let’s go now. I’ll carry you, okay?”

Chu Chen’an’s face burned bright red, so he agreed, “Okay.”

Qin Jue lifted him up and carried him into the bathroom. The bathroom was warmed by dim yellow heating, cozy and warm. The hot water in the bathtub steamed gently, releasing a soft mist.

Chu Chen’an was placed on the sink, he immediately hugged Qin Jue tightly.

Qin Jue leaned down and passionately kissed him, kissing and licking his lips heavily, prying open his teeth, dancing around his tongue with his, and demanding his saliva.

After kissing for a few minutes, their lips parted, entwined with an ambiguous silver thread.

[Oh, oh, exciting]

[Fuc-k, I’m bleeding from my nose]

[Oh]

[So astringent]

Qin Jue held Chu Chen’an’s chin and made him look at him. He panted heavily as he spoke, “Baby, An’an.”

Chu Chen’an was also panting, “Hmm?” Qin Jue held the back of his head with one hand and whispered, “Give me a child, okay.”

He had said this many times.

Chu Chen’an’s eyes trembled as he met Qin Jue’s burning gaze. When he heard the word “child”, he felt shy and nervous, but there was a bit of inexplicable expectation.

This time he didn’t hide.

He nodded gently, “Okay.”

 

Qin Jue smiled, and kissed him again as he wished.

 

“But…” Chu Chen’an pushed him and said hesitantly, “I haven’t taken that medicine yet.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Qin Jue leaned over and kissed his neck, smiling faintly, “I already put it in the juice you drank last night.”

Chu Chen’an opened his eyes wide and blushed, “What?”

Qin Jue unbuttoned his clothes, “I knew you would agree, baby.”

[Shashasha]

[As expected of a man who has been an NPC]

[One step ahead]

[This old gong is so polite, he will ask before giving him a child (color) (color) asking is just out of politeness, but the child must be born]

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]

[Can they make a baby live?]

[I’m so excited]

[I must have done a lot of good deeds in my previous life to have such a beautiful love]

[Black screen warning]

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