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Shui Su and Xiao Mei arrived the next day while they were resting at home, bringing a variety of snacks and ignoring Song Buxian's admonitions. Shui Su simply said that as long as they didn't treat it like a meal, there wouldn't be any issues, while Xiao Mei scoffed at this notion, insisting that humans should eat snacks; otherwise, life would be too boring.
Song Bunan nodded silently in agreement but was promptly smacked on the head by Comrade Xiao Ke Ai as a form of reprimand.
"I still can't get used to calling you by your full name; from now on, I'll just call you Old Xiao since you're the only one around here with that surname." Xiao Mei, lounging on the sofa, noticed Shui Su and Bunan heading to the study to discuss matters while her friend's boyfriend was seriously brewing tea in front of her. A mischievous thought suddenly crossed her mind.
The man who had lost his codename remained unfazed, saying he didn't mind how he was addressed. As for alternative names, he had none for now; Bunan mentioned waiting until he met his parents to let them decide.
Upon hearing about the parents, Xiao Mei shivered involuntarily. Images of that day when Song Bunan was subjected to a thorough interrogation flashed through her mind, and she gasped in fear: "You need to prepare yourself; your uncle and aunt can be quite fierce. If it weren't for Bunan fainting due to health issues last time, they would have given him a good beating."
The man before her seized on the key point and asked what problems had been mentioned. Chewing on potato chips, Xiao Mei frowned as she recalled what the doctor had said, uncertainly repeating: "He said his physical condition has always been poor, and recently he's been overworked, not eating or sleeping well, which led to exhaustion. That day he fainted without arguing back with his parents; his face turned pale as a ghost. Sigh, he really is weak; if anyone else had suffered those injuries in childhood, they would have healed by now."
Xiao Ke Ai understood the situation behind Song Bunan's condition all too well. Sometimes he felt immense sympathy seeing him wince in pain from those old scars when making sudden movements. He filled Xiao Mei's cup with tea and posed another question: "How did you locate us?"
The boy displayed a moment of blankness before explaining that although Song Bunan's phone wasn't with him, he had a tracker implanted in his body. Ming You had anticipated this situation and had specifically dug a passage nearby.
"A tracker? Where is it implanted?" Suddenly recalling something important, he made an exaggerated gesture and dropped the bag of chips before rushing toward the study. The man followed closely behind him. They pushed open the door to find Song Bunan sprawled over the table while Shui Su held a scalpel and was working on his back.
The size of a soybean, the device had been implanted in accordance with Song Bunan's request during their planning session. Shui Su was personally handling it. To avoid detection by others, the three of them hadn't even gone to a hospital; instead, they completed the procedure in the Jiang Family's bedroom. Song Bunan chose to have it embedded within one of his prominent scars so that it would be difficult to discover even during dental or ear examinations.
Now Shui Su was retrieving it. The local anesthetic made Song Bunan feel like a fish on a cutting board—he felt no pain but was acutely aware of something sliding across the flesh of his back and being pulled out from within it. The wound felt cold and itchy.
Meanwhile, they were discussing how to handle this matter below while Shui Su casually delivered the rewards he received from downstairs. Faced with those useful treasures, Song Bunan couldn't help but smile broadly; he complained about how those Ghost Messengers deserved it while cheerfully saying that they could still come to him for help in the future—he enjoyed this work.
After finishing his sentence, he watched as Shui Su took out a sealed set of simple surgical tools from his bag, coldly donned gloves, and mentioned that while they weren't paying attention, he would take out the tracker from his back. Without hesitation, Song Bunan removed his shirt and leaned over the table, generously allowing him to proceed while complaining that the device was lodged in his scar and made sleeping extremely uncomfortable.
Unexpectedly, it was discovered. Xiao Ke Ai, with a dark expression, half-squatted in front of Song Bunan and asked why he hadn’t been informed about these matters. Even someone who felt no guilt began to feel a twinge of remorse upon seeing his boyfriend's face. He reached out to grasp the other’s hand, attempting to make amends, mumbling an explanation that he thought it was better for fewer people to know about such things.
The wound on his back had been cut open but bled little; the incision was small enough that stitches weren’t necessary. Shui Su quickly cleaned and bandaged it, saying that with daily dressing changes, it would heal in about three days.
“Once the anesthesia wears off, it’ll hurt for a few days,” the person lying on the table scoffed, claiming he wasn’t afraid of such minor pain anymore. Xiao Ke Ai's gaze fell upon the scars crawling across his back, grotesque like twisted octopus tentacles. The emaciated figure had lost a few more pounds recently, with the bones at his waist clearly visible.
He wrapped a shirt around Song Bunan and picked him up horizontally without argument, placing him back onto the bed in the bedroom, kindly suggesting he rest on his stomach. The one receiving special treatment blushed from being carried like a princess, burying his face into the pillow in embarrassment and saying they shouldn’t be so obvious since there were others at home.
Xiao Mei responded loudly, “It’s fine! We can’t see each other! Just be happy!” Shui Su tidied up the table and packed her things into her bag. She pulled Xiao Mei along, saying she felt reassured seeing them recovering well and suggested they gather again once they were more spirited. Before leaving, she reminded Xiao Ke Ai that their captain and Qin Xiang were both fine and had safely returned home.
After sending them off, Xin Yi returned inside to find Song Bunan had already fallen asleep. He lay on the pillow with even breaths, one hand still clutching Big Rabbit. Realizing he hadn’t fully regained his energy either, Xin Yi tidied up the room a bit before lying down to take the rabbit’s place. Upon sensing movement, Song Bunan groggily opened his eyes to confirm who it was and snuggled closer.
Meanwhile, Song Buxian was suffering greatly after their parents discovered his younger brother’s secret relationship. He was accused of failing to report what he knew and received a harsh reprimand upon returning from Song Bunan’s house—this was the most severe scolding he had ever faced.
At forty years old, he sat upright in his parents' living room, obediently listening to their lecture. Every misstep from not reporting his brother's true situation to concealing his brother's romance and failing to defend him during criticism was listed as charges against him. His mother even used the number of times he could come home for dinner as leverage in an unequal negotiation, demanding he recount all information he knew about that man truthfully.
Song Buxian honestly shared everything he knew about Xiao Ke Ai. When Old Father heard that this man was over twelve years older than Song Bunan, his face turned as dark as a pot bottom. He picked up a ruler that hadn’t been used in years and prepared to storm over to his younger son’s house to give both of them a good beating. Song Buxian and their mother worked hard to stop him, hastily insisting that this person had good character and that after discussing family matters with him, their interactions had only been limited to kissing.
“Are you sure?” Old Father gripped the doorknob tightly, his gaze intense as if ready to rush out at any hint of deceit. Song Buxian swore on his future love that this matter was absolutely true and mentioned that Xiao Ke Ai had a good heart and shared a deep connection with Song Bunan.
“Do you remember the group of people who helped Bunan when he got injured in the mountains?” Seeing his father finally sit down and relax a bit allowed him to take a sip of water. “When we received news and rushed to the hospital, he had already left. I even saved the surveillance footage trying to find them. Recently, while investigating Xiao Ke Ai's background, I found out that he was on a mission in the mountains that day; checking against subsequent reports confirmed it—they were the ones who rescued Bunan and took him to the hospital. From the footage, it was him carrying Bunan into the hospital.”
Wow, this was unexpected! After hearing this, their mother first froze in surprise before covering her mouth with delight and excitedly patting her husband’s thigh while laughing: “This is wonderful! Without them back then, Bunan might not have made it! This young man is really impressive; he could resist touching my adorable child when presented right in front of him—very commendable!”
Faced with her husband's displeasure, Mother casually slammed her hand on the table and declared that they should invite Bunan and Xiao Xiao over for the weekend to have a good talk. If this young man truly liked Song Bunan, then it could work out!
The old man had nothing to counter his wife's insistence, his brows furrowed in frustration as he sat beside her. When she went to ask their eldest son about his girlfriend, he suddenly caught on. "Wait a minute, Old Lady, how can you accept this so quickly? Did you already know that Song Bunan kid likes men?"
Beautiful Lady laughed brightly at his words, returning to poke her husband's face while gently pointing at their eldest son. "I noticed when that boy was in middle school! You have such strong opinions about this, the child was too scared to say anything and could only come to me to cry. And Bu Xian has known about it for a long time too. We were both worried he would fall in love early and you'd find out. Who would have thought it took him until now to find someone he likes? He's already thirty!"
The old man felt frustrated hearing this, but seeing his beloved wife’s tender demeanor when talking about their children made his anger dissipate. He could only huff and tap his eldest son's leg with his cane, insisting that he should find a girl to date and have children. Grandchildren were fine, but they must have kids.
Seeing that their father wouldn’t get upset over Song Bunan's boyfriend anymore, Song Buxian felt a surge of joy inside but maintained a calm exterior. He pulled out a photo of a girl from his phone to show his parents, saying she was his girlfriend and asking when they could meet her parents.
"Oh my—" Mother exclaimed as she admired the photo. "What a beautiful girl! You did great, son! Bringing home such a lovely daughter-in-law! I need to prepare some gifts for her, and we should also get something for Xiao Ke Ai. Since the young man doesn't have parents, he must call us Parents; we need to make up for that familial bond. Old man, hurry up! Let's go pick out gifts for our daughter-in-law and our... Son-in-law!"
As Mother fluttered off like a butterfly to change clothes in the bedroom, the old man sternly instructed Song Buxian on how to treat a wife properly. Finally, after much hesitation, he quietly asked in a mumble what aspect Song Bunan was.
"Huh?" Song Buxian didn’t understand what aspect he meant and looked curiously at his father, who shot him an annoyed glare. "I mean, in terms of homosexuality—1 or 0? Isn’t there a distinction?"
Suppressing laughter, Song Buxian explained that his brother was the 0. The old man grew even more furious at this revelation, banging his cane on the floor as he muttered about how disappointing it was that his son would be involved with another man.
"Is it reversible? Are there any medications or treatments...?" The old man became increasingly anxious as he spoke, clearly feeling uneasy about the situation. Song Buxian shook his head honestly and replied, "Dad, Bunan is born this way; there's no changing it."
"What a sin!!" The cane struck the ground once more as he lamented.
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