After being dragged back, Miao Yang collapsed onto the sofa. At this point, even if Shi Lan were to execute him on the spot, he would not bother struggling. He did not even have the energy to sigh. His limbs felt weak, and his inner thighs were chafed raw from the saddle. He grumbled internally about Shi Lan intentionally torturing him. Wuhu, I am so miserable. Ying ying ying, I am so pitiful, so truly pitiful.
168 was often speechless. This host, surnamed Miao, was clearly half-dead, so why did he have so much inner drama?
Miao Yang wailed with his eyes closed. After Shi Lan walked in, he glanced at Miao Yang, went into the bathroom to shower, and then came out bare-chested to lie on the bed. One long leg rested on the floor, and he leaned against the headboard to check his phone.
Miao Yang did not want to move. He yawned and, upon smelling the sweat on himself, sighed in disgust before dragging his exhausted body into the bathroom to shower. Once finished, he climbed onto the other side of the bed, pulled the quilt over himself, and closed his eyes to sleep.
The foot Shi Lan had resting on the bed reached over and nudged him. “Roll over here and massage my shoulders.”
Miao Yang felt he must have misheard. He opened his eyes to look at the big brute beside him. “Big Brother, your muscles are hard as rock; I cannot massage them. Why do you not massage me instead? I am soft and easy to knead.”
He said this quite earnestly, but he noticed Shi Lan’s expression change.
Shi Lan chuckled. “Indeed, you are easy to knead. Come here; I will massage you.”
Miao Yang immediately arched his brows and playfully punched Shi Lan’s arm with his tiny fist. “Oh, you! I was just joking, you devil.”
Shi Lan was silent. It is no exaggeration to say that his teeth felt set on edge. He grabbed a T-shirt from the quilt and covered Miao Yang’s mouth. “I think your mouth lacks a gatekeeper.”
Miao Yang pulled the shirt away. “OK, I will shut up. OK.” He then turned over and went back to sleep.
As he slept, he suddenly turned back around to glance at Shi Lan, who was busy replying to messages. He puffed his lips out in an affected manner, then dejectedly got up, found a first-aid kit in the cabinet, and sat on the sofa. He spread his legs and began applying medicine to himself.
From Shi Lan’s angle, he could only see the youth hunched over with his head down, feet planted on either side, and his pant legs slid up to his upper thighs. He was clearly applying medicine to his inner legs. It still hurt, and Miao Yang winced as he moved, feeling the burning sensation.
“I used to think horse riding was cool, but now I never want to try it again,” he told 168.
168 replied, “If you had professional guidance and wore proper riding gear, learning slowly would not be so painful. You only scraped a bit of skin; count yourself lucky.”
Miao Yang retorted, “Are your data files analyzed from internet trolls? I need comfort right now, you jerk.”
“OK!” 168 switched to a sweet, high-pitched, cloying voice. “Then, Host baby, do not go horse riding next time.”
Miao Yang was speechless. He was completely defeated.
After applying the medicine, Miao Yang washed his hands, returned to the bed, tucked the quilt under his chin, and said sweetly, “Good afternoon, Brother Lan.”
Hehehe. I have made progress. I keep being unexpectedly sweet like this; surely Shi Lan will be obsessed with me soon.
168 replied, “Anyway, compared to wanting to kill you, being obsessed is still a far cry!”
Miao Yang hummed in response. Shi Lan watched as he closed his eyes immediately after saying good afternoon. His gaze was cold, but he did not disturb him. He had documents from his assistant on his phone. This boy’s background was simple, so simple that he felt something was wrong, yet he could not find any discrepancies.
Miao Yang, male, orphaned, fostered by an uncle, lived a difficult life, and then through a stroke of luck, entered the Qin family.
Aside from the fact that the report skipped over exactly how he entered the Qin household, every other detail was correct. Shi Lan lowered his eyes to look at the youth sleeping soundly beside him, his gaze deep and inscrutable. It would be best if I do not catch you in any lies. Otherwise, I might not have the heart to do what I should.
Shi Lan got up and left the basement.
When Miao Yang woke up, there was no one around. The sky outside had already darkened. He felt sore and stiff, as if his body were about to fall apart. His throat was parched, and he was hungry. He got up and swayed on his feet.
“I feel like a willow swaying in the wind right now.”
The warning 168 was about to give stuck in its data port. “Oh!”
Miao Yang shuffled out in oversized slippers and shouted, “Qin Yi, I am starving!”
Upstairs, Qin Yi, who was packing meals, thought, I should just have him come up to eat; Big Brother brought him along for dinner anyway. Qin Yi shook his head. “It is fine.” In truth, both he and Miao Yang were used to this. Besides, if he brought the food down, they could chat, which was quite nice.
Grabbing a bottle of milk, Qin Yi went downstairs. Miao Yang was sitting on the sofa with his legs spread, head hunched over, looking depressed and sentimental.
“Yo, Big Brother left, and you are here lamenting the scenery? Do you want me to put in a good word for you with him?”
Seeing Qin Yi enter and noticing the food, especially a large chicken leg, Miao Yang’s eyes lit up. “Sure, put in a good word. Once I make it big, I will share half of my chicken legs with you.”
Qin Yi stared at him, watching him pick up the chicken leg and take a massive bite. He politely declined, “Thanks, but no thanks.”
Miao Yang asked, “Is Brother Lan not coming back tonight?”
Qin Yi replied, “How would I know? You are the one who is his wife.”
“Pfft, cough, cough, cough.” Miao Yang choked on his food, looking miserable.
Qin Yi hurriedly pulled out some tissue, looking dumbfounded. “Why are you so excited?”
Miao Yang took a sip of soup to suppress the coughing, his face flushed red as he shouted, “I am a proper man with parts! What wife? You have a really foul mouth.”
Qin Yi was annoyed. “Hey, why are you attacking me? You are essentially here to warm Brother Lan’s bed anyway.”
Miao Yang glared at him. “I am not arguing with you; you are annoying.” He continued to eat voraciously, still eating the food the other man had brought him.
Qin Yi took a deep breath, trying to calm down. 168 looked at Miao Yang’s tendency to bully the soft-hearted and felt a pang of sympathy for Qin Yi. However, Qin Yi cooled off after a moment; after all, Miao Yang was a man, and men cared about face. He said, “I am not fighting with you either.”
Miao Yang held out the half-eaten chicken leg. “Oh, want some?”
Qin Yi looked disgusted. “No, thanks.”
Miao Yang could not help but arch his brows and laugh. “Geez, brother, do you really think I do not know you are a good guy? Just for the fact that you brought me food, I have decided we are friends.”
Qin Yi gave a perfunctory chuckle. “Thanks a lot.”
Miao Yang raised an eyebrow and went back to eating. He had actually been eating quite a bit lately and had become a bit plumper. Though he still looked thin, compared to when he first entered this room, his overall complexion and physical condition had changed drastically. His skin was glowing and healthy.
After chatting a bit more with Qin Yi, Miao Yang learned that Qin Siyan had been away from the Qin estate for several days, seemingly on a business trip. However, Qin Siyan’s schedule was not something an ordinary person could know, so he could not dig up anything else. Miao Yang did not dwell on it; he could not rush these things.
He looked at the progress bar, 4/100, and realized how slow his task would be. His current state was: So much pressure, so depressed, too difficult, oh well, forget it, I will try harder tomorrow.
He did not think much about Qin Siyan, but he kept thinking about the young master, Shen Ximo. Shen Ximo was a soft-hearted and kind man.
Soft-hearted? Kind? Truly perfect for me to absorb luck from.
From now on, if he stuck to this thigh, as long as he was around Shen Ximo, he could absorb not only the protagonist’s luck but also that of the protagonist attacker, Qin Siyan, and the cannon fodder attacker, Shi Lan. He would be surrounded by luck every day.
Therefore, Miao Yang looked forward to Shen Ximo’s arrival immensely.