Chapter 29 - The Supporting Villain Is Raising a Cub Online

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Feeling Guilty, Tan Qing Immediately Covered Himself With Both Hands.

 

 

His stomach growled with hunger, and Tan Qing flopped back onto the bed in frustration.

 

Tan Qing Starved for Meat: "He's not here. He's not sleeping with me."

 

Sugar Daddy #1: "..."

 

Sugar Daddy #1: "Did he mention when that trending topic would be taken down?"

 

Trending topic?

 

Tan Qing rubbed his stomach and casually opened Weibo.

 

The new headline had already replaced the buzz about his dinner with Ji Yanxiu. Now, it was all about Ran Anluo bravely saving someone in a crisis.

 

Tan Qing: "..."

 

Tan Qing Starved for Meat: "Probably tomorrow morning."

 

Rich Sugar Daddy #1: "If it stays up one more night, my parents will lose their minds. Could you ask He Mingyu for a favor on my behalf?"

 

Tan Qing Starved for Meat: "No."

 

Tan Qing Starved for Meat: "We've cut ties, clean break."

 

Sugar Daddy #1: "...Weren't things fine this afternoon?"

 

Yeah, this afternoon everything was fine. Who knew He Mingyu would suddenly refuse to let him have meat?

 

Feeling pitiful, Tan Qing hugged his phone and rolled his eyes.

 

Tan Qing Starved for Meat: "I can ask for you, but there's no guarantee it'll work. And it'll cost you!"

 

Sugar Daddy #1: "What kind of cost?"

 

Tan Qing Starved for Meat: "You know how terrifying He Mingyu is, right? So, courage fees, emotional damage fees, and labor fees—all up front! I'll even give you a 20% discount if you pay it all together."

 

Tan Qing Starved for Meat: "But, whether it works or not, no refunds!"

 

Sugar Daddy #1: "..."

 

Sugar Daddy #1 transferred 200,000 yuan to you.

 

You have confirmed receipt of payment.

 

Meanwhile, Ji Yanxiu's side showed that he was typing for a while.

 

Sugar Daddy #1: "Tan Qing, if Shengjing Entertainment really goes under, I'll have my company poach you."

 

Tan Qing Starved for Meat: "No, my poverty is my own burden. I can't drag Rong Sheng down with me."

 

Sugar Daddy #1: "…Good luck. Waiting for your good news."

 

Tan Qing (Super Craving Meat): #Cute#

 

How could there possibly be good news for him?

 

Before closing the chat, Tan Qing stood up, sincerely clasping his hands and bowing in gratitude to this incredibly generous, rich fool.

 

Then, he opened the food delivery app and ordered two family-sized buckets of fried chicken.

 

He left a special note in the delivery instructions:

"My elderly father is already asleep. Please ensure absolute silence when delivering, and there's a tip if you succeed!"

 

With the order placed using the rich fool's money, Tan Qing pocketed his phone, tiptoeing from the bedroom to the front door, and patiently waited for his late-night feast.

 

The lights in He Mingyu's room were already off. After waiting in the living room for over ten minutes, hearing no noise, Tan Qing finally relaxed. After confirming the secret code with the delivery guy, he opened the door and triumphantly brought in his fried chicken.

 

Ah! Delicious fried chicken!

 

Sneaking under the table, Tan Qing expertly wriggled his way beneath the tablecloth, unwrapped the bags in silence, and happily dug in—one bite of chicken, one sip of cola.

 

Sugar daddies are the best.

 

As he ate, he couldn't help but think of Sugar Daddy #1's handsome face, moved to the point of shedding tears of gratitude.

 

Thanks to He Mingyu's mild cleanliness obsession, the area under the table was spotless, cleaned by the housekeeper every day.

 

Satisfied, Tan Qing spread chicken wings, drumsticks, and nuggets all over the floor under the table, licking his fingers contentedly.

 

Just when he was halfway through, carefully selecting the next piece of chicken to devour—

 

A sudden light shone under the darkened table.

 

Several beams from the overhead lights streamed in from behind Tan Qing's backside.

 

Tan Qing: "..."

 

Caught in the middle of gleefully munching on chicken, Tan Qing slowly turned his head.

 

And there, standing beside the table, was He Mingyu, staring at him with an expressionless face.

 

Tan Qing had a piece of chicken wing in his mouth, bone still attached.

 

The sudden appearance of He Mingyu startled him so much that the chicken bone got lodged in his throat.

 

Tan Qing: "Cough, cough, cough—"

 

He choked so hard that tears welled up in his eyes, his once pale cheeks now flushed. His wide, pitiful eyes looked up at He Mingyu, while his face turned red from the violent coughing.

 

Seeing him like this, He Mingyu swallowed the words he had intended to say.

 

Quickly pushing the heavy wooden table aside, He Mingyu effortlessly scooped Tan Qing up from under the table and onto his lap.

 

His rescue movements were unexpectedly smooth. Wrapping his arm around Tan Qing's waist, he pulled him forward at a 50-degree angle, then gave firm pats to Tan Qing's back with calm instructions: "Easy, breathe, don't panic. You're okay. Don't speak until you've coughed it up."

 

After a few more forceful coughs, Tan Qing finally spat out the half-eaten chicken wing.

 

He swallowed, casting a longing glance at the piece of meat on the floor.

 

Just as he was about to reach for it, He Mingyu beat him to it, picking up the chicken wing.

 

"Midnight snack, hmm?"

 

He Mingyu didn't seem bothered by the fact that Tan Qing had already slobbered all over the chicken. He casually tossed the wing into the trash. "Was it good?"

 

Instinctively, Tan Qing licked the oil off the corners of his mouth and replied honestly, "It was delicious."

 

Because of the emergency rescue, they were now very close to each other, with He Mingyu's hand still resting on Tan Qing's back.

 

For a fox, that was a particularly dangerous spot.

 

Tan Qing's hands were still smeared with the evidence of his fried chicken feast. He looked around left and right, then naturally snuggled into He Mingyu's arms.

 

And wiped the grease on He Mingyu's silk pajamas.

 

He Mingyu: "..."

 

He Mingyu paused for a moment, then glanced down at his gray silk robe. Thanks to Tan Qing's repayment of kindness just now, the expensive silk garment—worth tens of thousands—now sported two greasy handprints. And they were quite obvious.

 

Surprisingly, He Mingyu found himself eerily calm.

 

His hand, which had been resting on Tan Qing's back, moved lower.

 

And lower.

 

Until it reached Tan Qing's bare backside, which had been exposed while he hunched over to eat his chicken.

 

The soft, smooth skin felt unexpectedly good to the touch.

 

He Mingyu's hand lingered for a few seconds, then lifted—and came back down.

 

Smack!

 

Tan Qing: "!!!"

 

Tan Qing nearly jumped out of He Mingyu's arms. "Whoa! Why did you smack my butt?"

 

He Mingyu didn't reply. Instead, he switched to the other side.

 

Smack!

 

Tan Qing: "..."

 

This bold human!

 

No one in the world had ever dared to smack his butt!

 

Tan Qing's eyes misted with anger, and he stretched out his arms and legs, attempting to escape He Mingyu's grasp to battle this audacious human to the death.

 

But He Mingyu's hand remained firmly around Tan Qing's slim waist. It didn't seem like he was using much force, yet Tan Qing couldn't break free.

 

Having failed to escape, Tan Qing gave in once more. Afraid of the pain, he shrank back and pitifully begged for mercy, "Waaah, I won't sneak in chicken again, please don't hit me..."

 

But He Mingyu's hand didn't rise again.

 

Under the soft light of the overhead lamp, faint marks from the earlier smacks were visible on Tan Qing's pale skin. His skin was so fair that the marks stood out clearly.

 

He Mingyu knew he hadn't used much force, but Tan Qing's delicate skin seemed as if even the slightest touch could leave a lasting imprint.

 

Tan Qing, oblivious to the danger growing in He Mingyu's gaze, continued his antics, rolling around in his arms and crying pitifully, his eyes swollen from fake tears. "I'm hungry, waah, I want meat, waah waah waah..."

 

He Mingyu: "..."

 

With a sigh, He Mingyu tugged down the long T-shirt that Tan Qing had gotten pulled up, then gently helped him sit up. "Now, tell me, why did I spank you?"

 

Tan Qing, with a belly full of chicken and a few fake sobs for good measure, wasn't sure if he was hiccuping from crying or from being full. As he spitefully wiped his tears on He Mingyu's pajamas, he also took the opportunity to clean off the grease from his mouth. He accused, "You've been planning to hit me all along!"

 

He Mingyu: "..."

 

He Mingyu grabbed Tan Qing's hand, pulled out some tissues from a nearby box, and wiped the tears from Tan Qing's eyes. "You left me that note, flirted with other men behind my back, and even trended first on Weibo."

 

Tan Qing: "..."

 

Feeling guilty, Tan Qing immediately covered his butt with both hands.

 

"But none of that is why I hit you."

 

He Mingyu's voice turned cold. "I hit you because you were hiding under the table to eat, and when you choked like that just now, if I hadn't acted in time, do you know what could've happened?"

 

Tan Qing: "..."

 

Angrily, Tan Qing hiccupped a chicken-scented burp and argued, "Nonsense! That's only because you scared me! If you hadn't startled me, I wouldn't have choked! And besides, you were starving me..."

 

Overcome with sadness, Tan Qing let out another burp, this time with a hint of pepper salt.

 

He Mingyu: "..."

 

He didn't know that Tan Qing would skip dinner entirely, choosing instead to starve until midnight and sneak chicken under the table.

 

Forget it.

 

After a long night, He Mingyu decided to compromise. Softening his tone, he promised, "This won't happen again."

 

Tan Qing, surprised by how agreeable He Mingyu was being, immediately turned around and straddled his lap. "Really? So, I can have meat every day from now on?"

 

He Mingyu corrected him, "No, it'll be a balanced diet of meat and vegetables to ensure proper nutrition."

 

Tan Qing: "..."

 

Fine, that works too. Having something to eat was better than nothing at all.

 

After thinking for a moment, Tan Qing glanced at He Mingyu with longing. "So, so, so... about my money..."

 

He Mingyu looked up at Tan Qing, who was still straddling him. "Two-week probation period."

 

Tan Qing: "..."

 

Two weeks? That's way too long.

 

Seeing that things were going well, Tan Qing decided to strike while the iron was hot. He shamelessly sat down on He Mingyu's lap, his hands clinging to He Mingyu's shoulders. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly realized there was something hard poking against him from underneath.

 

Innocently blinking, Tan Qing wiggled his hips side to side.

 

Then, with a bright smile, he looked at He Mingyu and said with complete sincerity, "Wow, so Auntie was right. Spinach really does work that well."

 

Author's Note: Mini-Theater

Delivery Guy: "Hello? Is this Liu Dazhuang? I'm the delivery guy from the fried chicken place."

He Mingyu: "..."

Delivery Guy: "The security at your gate won't let me upstairs. Is your Dad deeply asleep? How about sneaking out to get your food yourself?"

He Mingyu: "..."

——

Ji Rich Sweet and Innocent Yanxiu, anxiously waiting for his scene: "Can I appear in the next chapter? I'll pay you!"

Author: "No problem (accepts money)."

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