Chapter 60: Uncle Hou: I like my nephew who’s half my age

It felt as if the ink stains on the pure white flower in his heart changed from black to cinnabar red, spreading slowly, transforming the petals into a vivid begonia flower.

A flower of passion, of love, of deceit.

’If I can have you like this, dear husband, I’ll do it over and over again...’

Lin Feng smiled sweetly as he felt the man’s strong and firm arms wrap around his slender waist. The large, warm hands settled on his back, as if wanting to comfort or pat him but not knowing what to do.

Lin Feng took a deep breath to restrain his expression, enjoying the masculine scent.

As he held the boy who was burying his face in his arms, Hou Yizhen reflected on himself, with a hint of pity in his eyes.

He felt that he had been a little too heartless before. Having grown accustomed to treating his bed partners the same way, he had unconsciously made the boy suffer without understanding the depth of the boy’s feelings.

He had also underestimated his own affection for Lin Feng.

Hou Yizhen could no longer deny it.

Just the thought of the boy being pushed to the brink of despair and committing such a terrible act left him filled with anxiety.

He still did not think that he liked the boy enough to call it love, just thinking about the word ’love’ still felt sickening.

But the boy was the first person to make him feel such unbearable attraction.

Such a desire to cherish someone.

Such an intense need to keep the boy constantly within his sight.

’It’s just liking someone, isn’t it?’

Clearly, he, Hou Yizhen, liked Lin Feng.

He liked his nephew who was almost half his age, an attraction so strong he could easily disregard all taboos.

Based on these feelings alone, Hou Yizhen should be more tolerant of the frail and delicate boy’s emotions.

’I should go and visit a psychologist to ask about the troubles of a homosexual,’ he thought to himself.

The boy’s voice sounded in his ears. "I’m not very smart. The only solution I can think of is to learn how to stand on my own two feet and find a source of confidence for myself."

Hou Yizhen paused. "And that is?"

"To earn my own money."

Silence fell.

"Pfft—"

Hou Yizhen suddenly laughed.

He had initially been sighing inwardly with pity for the boy, only to hear this unexpected answer.

The sudden shift was so comical that, after a brief moment of speechlessness, Hou Yizhen couldn’t help but laugh.

Oops.

As expected, the boy suddenly pushed himself up from his arms, his eyes moist and his red lips pursed as he looked at Hou Yizhen accusingly.

"You actually laughed?"

In Hou Yizhen’s ears, this accusing tone sounded coquettish and cute.

However, knowing that they were supposed to be having a serious conversation, the man coughed a couple of times to compose himself.

He had completely forgotten that they were supposed to be having a night of sexual rendezvous.

Hou Yizhen patted the boy’s back. "Sorry, that was unexpected."

Then both of them froze.

This was the second time Hou Yizhen had apologized. Even the man himself had not expected to utter those words so easily, and he was momentarily taken aback.

Before he could think any further, Lin Feng had already seized the opportunity to speak, leaving the usually prideful and arrogant man no room to regret his words.

"Then I’ll forgive you. And I’m being serious. I’ve thought about it." Lin Feng raised his hands, lowered his head, and began counting on his fingers.

"People who earn money have more confidence in themselves. According to my research, it’s because they have the financial power to buy things they want. They also gain a sense of fulfillment from their own accomplishments. They feel more secure about their future and can make better decisions. They also say that earning money makes people glow and look prettier because their confidence comes from within."

With each finger he counted, the boy’s eyes brightened little by little. Finally, he looked up.

"If I learn how to earn money, I’ll feel more confident about supporting myself in the future. I’ll be able to stand on my own two feet, and I won’t feel such a strong sense of inferiority anymore. I will feel more worthy of standing by your side instead of just completely leeching off you."

Lin Feng added in his mind, ’And a confident person can attract people.’

He wanted to become more attractive in Hou Yizhen’s eyes. He wanted the man to feel obsessed about him.

Watching the boy’s smiling face, with every strand of his hair seeming to glow, his eyes shining brightly, and his smooth cheeks puffing up slightly, Hou Yizhen saw an expression filled with hope and expectations.

He no longer cared why he was able to speak those words so easily when it came to Lin Feng.

Hou Yizhen only focused on the realization that he preferred seeing this vibrance shining out from the boy compared to the previous aimless appearance.

Especially when Lin Feng spoke that last sentence, it was as if something soft had snuggled against Hou Yizhen’s heart, nestled within his rib cage.

It was a fluffy feeling he had never experienced before, sending warm tingles spreading from his chest to the pit of his stomach, through the nerves in his arms and fingertips, and all the way down to his bone marrow.

At that moment, Hou Yizhen was unaware that his cold, hard features had already softened, a hint of gentleness appearing in his brows as his dark gaze focused on Lin Feng, his eyes only showing the boy’s reflection.

Lin Feng smiled gently as he picked up the man’s hand and pressed it against his face, rubbing his cheek against it, his amber eyes locking onto Hou Yizhen’s dark gaze.

"Uncle Hou, this is what I’ve been thinking. Can you support me in pursuing my dreams? I will feel safer and more secure knowing that I have you behind me."

This was another rule Lin Feng had gleaned from his experiences as Madam Lin.

A chauvinist would always want to feel needed and relied upon.

So now, even if Lin Feng wanted to stand on his own two feet, he must not make the man feel that he was trying to step outside his circle of protection.

As expected, Hou Yizhen was very pleased.

"So you only want this little thing. Sure, you have my support."

The boy pretended to jump in surprise. "Then, can I call Uncle Hou if I need help?"

Hou Yizhen’s breathing hitched a little when the boy’s movements caused a grinding motion on the man’s lap.

His eyes darkened.

The large hand pressing against the boy’s cheek snaked down to cradle the back of his head, just behind his ears.

The man’s thumb played with the boy’s earlobe while his long fingers curled around his nape and sank into his soft locks of hair.

His other hand moved to the small of the boy’s back, settling into the dip just above his rounded buttocks as he spread his palm and pressed down.

Their lower bodies, with no barrier between them, directly in contact, pressed tightly together.

"Of course, my dearest nephew." His voice deepened.