Flirting with a Cunning Doctor

The original host’s feelings toward his biological mother were actually very complex. He couldn’t say he was particularly close to or fond of her, yet he didn’t resent her either; there was just a bond tied by something called blood.

She could be described as a special stranger.

Therefore, he could not tolerate others disrespecting her. If it happened, he would lose all reason and instantly turn vicious.

Over the course of just one banquet, Tang Zhe had been scolded twice in a row by his father, both because of that Tang Chen. He was highly indignant, so when he saw Tang Chen and Ye Cheng leave their seats, he followed behind them.

At this moment, he overheard Tang Chen’s words regarding his biological mother and couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.

“That’s right, you should go find your birth mother—a woman who would do anything for money, abandoning her own son! And you stubbornly parasite off someone else’s family, eating their food and drinking their drinks. You really are mother and son, equally thick-skinned!”

Tang Chen spun around suddenly, his gaze cold and sharp as a blade, glaring fiercely at him.

“You’re looking for death!”

That gaze, looking as if it would swallow him alive, terrified Tang Zhe. In the next instant, Tang Chen lunged forward a few steps, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him stumbling forward. Tang Zhe was forced all the way to the edge of the fountain, yelling angrily:

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

But Tang Chen ignored him completely. With a cold face, he grabbed Tang Zhe’s hair and slammed his head fiercely into the water basin.

With his entire head submerged in the water, Tang Zhe’s breathing was cut off. He choked on a few mouthfuls of water, coughing miserably as he struggled with all his might to lift his head.

“Are you crazy?!”

Tang Chen only sneered, forcefully pressing him into the water again.

“Didn’t you enjoy insulting her just now? Coming to find trouble with me time and time again—where exactly do I owe you? Without your dad protecting you, you are absolutely nothing. Why the f*ck should I tolerate you?!”

Tang Zhe’s struggling strength began to diminish, a string of bubbles rising from the water as he let out muffled whimpers for help.

If he pressed down any longer, the guy might actually stop breathing.

Ye Cheng, who had been standing by watching indifferently, patted Tang Chen on the shoulder and said:

“He’s going to die.”

Tang Chen brutally grabbed Tang Zhe’s hair and yanked him up.

“Have you ever heard the phrase ‘the barefoot man doesn’t fear the man with shoes’? My esteemed Young Master Tang, you care about your reputation, but I don’t mind killing someone at all. I am a lunatic; if you come to provoke me, you’d better be prepared to pay a massive price. Just like a honey badger, once I bite down, I will never let go until I tear off a piece of flesh.”

“F*cking psycho…” Tang Zhe’s face was flushed crimson, looking as if he might expire at any moment. He panted heavily, his expression full of terror.

“Instead of wasting time here, you’d better go change your clothes quickly. If your father sees you looking this useless, he’ll be disappointed to death—maybe he won’t even want to pass the family inheritance to you.”

Tang Chen tossed him aside with a shove and gave a proud, cold snort.

This point was indeed what Tang Zhe worried about most. Father Tang had always been dissatisfied with him and had just told him not to provoke Tang Chen.

Now that such an incident had occurred, Father Tang might not necessarily stand on his side; telling him would likely be useless.

He scrambled up from the ground in a pathetic state, the terrifying sensation of a narrow escape from death making him shake uncontrollably. He shot Tang Chen a vicious glare, dropping a toothless threat with no real momentum:

“You psycho, just you wait!”

Tang Chen didn’t take this to heart at all, instead waving his hand to chase him away.

“Alright, little princess, hurry back to your mom and cry your eyes out.”

Ye Cheng witnessed the entire process from the side, his expression quite surprised.

Initially, he had thought this was just a teenager with an awkward personality; he hadn’t expected him to have such a fierce, wolf-pup side that would bite so viciously.

A glint flashed through his eyes, revealing a trace of interest.

“What are you looking at?”

Tang Chen turned his head, feeling a bit uncomfortable under his gaze.

“Nothing. I just suddenly think you’re very impressive. Originally, I was worried you’d be foolishly bullied by others, but now it seems that was completely unnecessary.”

Ye Cheng smiled.

Tang Chen gave a slight grunt, carrying the meaning of “isn’t that obvious.”

The two then prepared to return to the banquet hall.

Suddenly, a phone ringtone echoed. Tang Chen pulled his phone from his pocket—it was Li You calling, consistently caring about his life.

Like a gentle mother, Li You reminded him to pay attention to the weather changes, not to catch a cold, and so on. In truth, Tang Chen didn’t dislike this elder-like concern from Li You at all; one could even say he was quite willing to accept it.

His attitude wasn’t his usual arrogant and rude demeanor toward others; instead, he answered patiently one by one.

Only after he hung up the phone did Ye Cheng speak up to ask:

“Who was that?”

Tang Chen paused for a moment.

“A friend.”

“Is that so? You seem quite different.”

Tang Chen:

“Of course. After all, not just anyone can be my friend. Counting you, there are only three.”

“Three?”

“Quality over quantity; rather go without than settle for less, isn’t that right?”

“True… it’s my honor to be acknowledged by you.”

Ye Cheng couldn’t help but smile, his tone holding a bit of teasing.

Tang Chen didn’t want to speak and gave another two grunts.

“Oh, right.”

As if remembering something, Ye Cheng said with a smile,

“Would you mind if I came to crash at your place for a few days?”

Tang Chen was somewhat surprised.

“Why?”

“Do you want to hear an excuse like the air conditioning is broken or the house needs renovations? Or…”

Ye Cheng smiled slightly.

“Actually, I just want to live with you. I feel like it would be quite nice; staying with you is very comfortable.”

Tang Chen, who had been frowning and wondering what trick he was playing, froze for a moment. His expression grew uncharacteristically self-conscious.

This was likely because he had never heard anyone say such things to him before; it was a huge acknowledgment and sign of affection.

“…Suit yourself.”

Ye Cheng laughed softly, appearing to be in a very good mood. Tang Chen immediately glared over.

“If you keep laughing, don’t come at all!”

“Alright, alright.”

Once the banquet ended, Ye Cheng followed behind Tang Chen and returned to the villa together.

The moment they stepped through the door, Ye Cheng heard a soft cat meow. He asked curiously:

“You keep a cat?”

“Sort of.”

Tang Chen bent over to change his shoes and led the way inside.

Compared to keeping a cat, it was actually more like collecting one. Because he was allergic to cat fur, he would sneeze constantly if he got close.

This was his own biological trait; it remained the same no matter which world he went to. He didn’t know why the company arranged it this way—was it out of fear that employees would lose themselves in the worlds and forget their actual duties, or was there some special meaning?

However, it could also be considered a form of fairness. Before his death, Tang Chen had always liked cats, but due to his physical condition, he couldn’t get near them.

By using this job, he survived in another way, yet the regret of not being able to raise a cat remained. Compared to his life, this really wasn’t much.

He had happened to see this cat outside before. It had been abandoned, meowing pitifully.

Tang Chen’s heart had stirred, so he used a piece of clothing to wrap it up, brought it into his car, turned it over to the butler to handle, and left it at that.

There were servants specifically responsible for taking care of the kitten, and they had to carefully clean up any shed fur; absolutely no residue could be left behind.

Ye Cheng asked:

“Since you’re allergic to cat fur, why keep one?”

Tang Chen answered very bluntly:

“Because I like it.”

“You make it feel like I just asked a stupid question.”

Tang Chen gifted him a look that said ‘it was a stupid question.’

In the corner of the room was a soft, comfortable cat bed. Ye Cheng walked over and squatted down, teasing the kitten nestled inside. He gently scratched its chin.

Scratching it comfortably, the little kitten meowed softly and extended its tiny tongue to lick Ye Cheng’s palm.

“So good.”

Ye Cheng narrowed his eyes, sighing with a smile.

“Then you can raise it.”

Tang Chen curled up on the sofa and casually shot back a reply.

Massaging the cat, Ye Cheng smiled leisurely:

“No need for that. I have another pet I really want to raise.”

“Oh… then forget it.”

Tang Chen rested his chin on one hand, his eyes half-closed as his head nodded up and down. His lazy voice grew softer and softer until he slowly slouched against the armrest.

Ye Cheng said a couple more words, but receiving no response, he turned his head to see him asleep on the sofa.

His sleeping face was peaceful, and the fine, short hair on his forehead drooped softly, making his entire being appear exceptionally docile.

Seeing such a scene, Ye Cheng couldn’t help but curl his lips. He put down the kitten and was about to walk toward the sofa, but he paused. He turned to go to the restroom to wash his hands, drying them thoroughly before coming back out.

Then, smiling with narrowed eyes, he squatted in front of the sofa where Tang Chen was sleeping, reaching out his hand to pinch his face.

It was indeed soft and squishy, feeling incredibly good to the touch. During the treatment before, he had felt it through his medical gloves, but touching it directly now was even more… addictive.

He pinched it twice more.

The sleeping Tang Chen frowned slightly, as if sensing something, his eyelashes fluttering as he woke up. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a certain magnified, familiar handsome face.

His expression instantly became somewhat unnatural.

“…What are you doing?”

“Nothing. I just thought you looked very cute when you were asleep.”

“Get lost.”

Tang Chen lowered his eyes, sat up, and shoved him away.

Ye Cheng didn’t mind at all. Instead, he pointed toward his lap, laughing with a bit of teasing:

“What did you dream about?”

Tang Chen looked down, and was instantly startled out of his wits. His face flushed a deep crimson as he panicked and scrambled off the sofa, rushing upstairs as if fleeing for his life.

Leaving Ye Cheng alone, who shook his head with a curved smile.

“Still a kid, after all.”

Meanwhile, inside the room, Tang Chen’s expression looked as if he were facing a formidable enemy. He had truly slacked off recently, actually daring to fall asleep in front of the target, and even causing such an embarrassing situation. Youth really meant being full of vigor with rampant desires, ahhh!

Maintaining a distorted face of calm, he walked into the bathroom.

While jerking off, he cursed Ye Cheng in a low voice. Later, finding it completely bizarre, he immediately switched his thoughts to a handsome, long-legged god.

Over the next period of time, Ye Cheng practically lived at his house.

Tang Chen had initially thought living together would be awkward, but in reality, Ye Cheng knew exactly how to control the pace, infiltrating his life bit by bit—extremely far-sighted and calculating.

Sometimes, the two of them would sit on the carpet together; Tang Chen would play games while Ye Cheng read a book. Each minded their own business, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

After a while, Ye Cheng would speak up, saying he wanted to eat a mandarin orange and asking if Tang Chen wanted some. Tang Chen was busy gaming and would just nod his head randomly.

Ye Cheng would then peel it and remove the pith for him. At first, he handed it into his hand, but later he would just stuff it directly into his mouth. Back and forth, it slowly became second nature.

The distance between Ye Cheng and him also grew closer and closer.

Occasionally, Ye Cheng would set his book aside halfway through and come over to watch him play games, shoulder pressing against shoulder, their breathing audible. Tang Chen feigned composure at first, but it didn’t take long for his ears to turn red, and he said awkwardly:

“Move over a bit, you’re in my way.”

Ye Cheng smiled and actually did back away slightly, acting so casual that it made Tang Chen seem overly sensitive and unnecessary.

Once, Tang Chen was screwed over and killed by a “pig teammate” in a game. He cursed in a rage:

“Damn it! F*ck me!”

Watching him, Ye Cheng laughed.

“Should I bark twice to cooperate?”

Tang Chen was instantly choked up.

Holy sht… this guy really is better at flirting than me. He can flirt to high heaven.*