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A glass of cold water downed, Song Bunan finally felt himself waking up. Leaning against the sofa, he noticed it was night outside again. His chest still ached, and his face felt tight and hot from being struck by his father, with large red patches visible in the mirror just moments ago. It was unexpected to faint like that; his emotions had been all over the place these past few days, and due to the circumstances, he couldn't show it. After being provoked by his father's words, he had wanted to retort but ended up feeling defeated instead.
Fortunately, all that mess was now over. The roots that had been entrenched for decades had been pulled out, and under Ming You's iron fist, the remaining issues would surely not cause any ripples. Enduring the discomfort, Song Bunan returned to the kitchen and opened the door to find several takeout bags on the stove. Two of them had a cartoon duck giving a thumbs-up on the packaging, labeled "XX Duck Delicacies."
Underneath the bags was a note in Xiao Mei's distinctive cursive: "I put the lunch your uncle and aunt made for you in the fridge. I bought you some unhealthy snacks—enjoy them before thinking about anything else. Remember to take out the milk tea from the fridge; it's full sugar and normal ice. Have fun, bro! Also, the doctor prescribed you medication for half a month; it's on your study desk. He'll come for a check-up in two weeks."
What a good friend! Song Bunan happily grabbed the takeout bags and headed to the living room, ready to indulge himself when his gaze fell on his bedroom. His boyfriend was still quietly sleeping inside, looking quite haggard after being cleaned up; his lips were pale, and even his hair seemed dull.
Without hesitation, Song Bunan decided to enjoy his meal in the bedroom. He changed into his pajamas, laid out a placemat on the floor, and built a makeshift lazy sofa with plush toys. Comfortably leaning back, he began to binge-watch shows while snacking—a long-awaited pleasure. He had to admit that Xiao Mei really knew how to pick snacks: fried chicken and duck delicacies were all his favorites.
His phone buzzed with messages from his brother reminding him to rest well and wait until he was better before discussing things with their parents. The family group chat was quiet; their parents hadn't sent any private messages either. Normally, this would feel like the calm before a storm, but no matter how he sensed it, Song Bunan couldn't feel any danger. He referred to it as a reconstruction of shattered worldviews; his father should have started preparing mentally by now.
Since he took over that laboratory mess, he hadn't had a proper rest in months. The shop was in chaos; it would take quite some time before it could reopen properly. Being able to relax against plush toys felt surreal.
Before diving into enjoyment, Song Bunan placed his companion Big Rabbit next to his boyfriend as a stand-in for himself. Everything set up, he nestled comfortably among his soft friends and opened the milk tea while starting to binge-watch again. The dim light created an atmosphere for the drama that drew him in deeper; he became engrossed in the plot, even forgetting about the fried chicken.
Once Ming You finished her tasks, they would need to discuss compensation for his shop from the laboratory—anything from moving some tables and chairs would suffice. But would those items from the lab carry a strong disinfectant smell? As Song Bunan pondered this during an ad break while sipping milk tea, he tilted his head searching for where the straw was.
In desperation, he turned around during a commercial break only to find a pair of male feet in front of him. Following up from the ankles revealed familiar pajamas and then familiar features. His boyfriend had woken up at some point and was holding his full-sugar iced milk tea with an expression that suggested he was judging him like a criminal for sneaking food.
Song Bunan momentarily didn't know whether to swallow or spit out the half-eaten chicken claw in his mouth; he awkwardly chuckled twice to mask his sudden embarrassment and asked if his boyfriend was hungry.
Then he found himself lifted onto the bed by someone who looked even more unwell than him. Despite having an awful complexion, his boyfriend began lecturing him about not eating cold drinks or junk food. Song Bunan bit his lip while receiving this scolding but felt joy blooming inside him; that happiness spread from his heart to his lips, making it impossible for him to suppress a smile.
"Why are you laughing?" After standing for a few minutes, feeling weak, he collapsed back onto the bed, holding his aching head and gasping for air. In his discomfort, he still managed to knock on Song Bunan's head. The one being criticized laughed even more brightly, crumbs from food stuck to the corners of his mouth. He heard him say, "I laugh because Brother Xiao, you talk just like my mom. She scolds me and my brother like that whenever she sees us eating snacks."
The man caught the key phrase and frowned, asking, "What did you just call me?"
"From now on, as a former member of Mighty Falcon, Xin Yi has died in the extermination operation against the laboratory. My boyfriend is called Xiao Ke Ai, so I’m calling you Brother Xiao. I can’t just call you 'Cute Brother,' can I?" Song Bunan cupped his face with both hands, wearing an adorable expression, his rapidly blinking eyes making him look quite eccentric.
Upon hearing this, images from that day in the laboratory suddenly flashed in his mind. Shui Su had looked at him seriously and said that only he was qualified. "So that's why Shui Su said that only I could take action..."
"So, do you want to change your name?" Song Bunan didn't care about the grease still on his hands as he smoothly nestled into the man's embrace, comfortably leaning against his broad chest while asking the question. The man holding him looked down and asked why he wanted to change it.
"I think your name is unlucky. Although you're probably going to say I'm superstitious and blah blah blah, but 'Ke Ai' is just not good. 'Ai' is too sad; I don’t want you to be sad," Song Bunan said in a muffled voice, burying his face in the man's chest and refusing to lift it.
The man who was told his name was bad couldn't help but laugh at this display and held him tightly, replying that it was fine to change it. "What do you think I should be called?"
He had almost forgotten his own name; no one had called him by it since he was six years old. Hearing it from his boyfriend now felt so strange. He remembered how the teachers at the orphanage didn’t like his name either; they would sigh whenever they saw him and mutter about what kind of person would give a child such a name. At that time, he didn’t care; after all, they were capable of abandoning children, so what did a name matter?
"I don’t know," Song Bunan said. "When we meet my Parents, let them name you; it’ll be soon anyway."
"Soon?" Xin Yi asked in confusion.
"Yeah, once you're feeling better, we’ll go. My Parents came to see you while you were unconscious; they said we should rest well and get healthy before we go see them for a meeting." Song Bunan hugged him tightly. "When that time comes, no matter what my dad says, don’t say anything about breaking up, okay?"
His boyfriend's words carried a sense of grievance and pleading, giving him some reassurance about what might happen when meeting the parents. He gently kissed Song Bunan's head, assuring the boy that even if he were to be taken down by his father that day, he would definitely express his love without holding back even a bit.
Then his pajamas brushed against the greasy duck dish, and the warm moment was interrupted by a rich aroma. Without saying a word, Song Bunan picked up the takeout box from the floor and ran off, declaring as he ran that he would only eat this one meal and not a bite more. After changing into his pajamas and feeling more refreshed, he stepped outside to find Song Bunan sitting in the dining room, munching on fried chicken, while a steaming plate of food, complete with vegetables and soup, was set on the table for him.
"Eat up, it's made by Mom. This fried chicken is delicious; I'll finish it before I have any," said the one with sauce smeared all over his face as he offered his chopsticks. The red marks on his face were still quite evident. He had intended to ask about it, but upon seeing the faint sorrow that Song Bunan couldn't hide, he swallowed his question and instead wondered what had happened after he was poisoned.
The news that there would be no more opportunities in the laboratory was indeed good news for them, but it also marked the end of his life as a member of Mighty Falcon. From now on, Mighty Falcon would cease to exist, and society would no longer need their kind for anything.
Suddenly, he recalled what Zhang Zhongjing had said to him before his death and asked Song Bunan for his thoughts. The man who had just been told he might become a father froze in surprise, dropping the fried chicken from his hand. His mouth opened and closed several times without producing any words. Just when he thought that Song Bunan might be unwilling to respond, he saw him pout with tears glistening in his eyes and say:
"Really, someone is willing to give me a child!"
Huh? He was taken aback by this statement and asked Song Bunan what was going on. The one who smiled foolishly rubbed his nose with a clean finger and replied, "I’ve known for a long time that I wouldn’t have children. I used to watch other people's kids play and thought it looked fun, so I wanted one too, but no one was willing to give me one. Now that I've actually gotten one, it's wonderful... Once I raise him up, I’ll go for a little girl next; then I can have both a son and a daughter!"
The one who found the explanation amusing felt quite helpless. He reached out to pat Song Bunan's head lightly and chided him for asking others for children. The other party didn’t think there was anything wrong with himself at all and confidently stated that if men could really give birth, it would be his duty.
He nodded in agreement and said, "Indeed, you really are a good man."
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