Chapter 30 - The Supporting Villain Is Raising a Cub Online

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"Don't Flirt With Other Men on Set."

 

 

Perhaps due to his former career, being constantly in the limelight, Tan Qing maintained a figure even slimmer than many women, with barely an ounce of fat on him.

 

At this moment, swaying back and forth while sitting on He Mingyu's lap, he didn't seem heavy at all. Of course, He Mingyu had nothing to compare this weight to—after all, no one had ever dared to sit on his lap since the day he could remember.

 

However, Tan Qing was clearly having a great time.

 

To steady himself, Tan Qing reached up and wrapped his arms around He Mingyu's neck, rubbing his body back and forth.

 

Then, feeling the firmness beneath him, Tan Qing gave a mischievous grin. "Hey, He Mingyu, feeling this? Why does it seem like I'm even more effective than spinach?"

 

He Mingyu: "..."

 

Tan Qing blinked at him playfully and suggested with a cheeky smile, "How about you forget the spinach and just eat me?"

 

He Mingyu: "..."

 

By now, it was deep into the night, and the two family-sized buckets of fried chicken that Tan Qing had been caught sneaking in were strewn all over the wooden floor. Half-eaten chicken wings and drumsticks lay scattered about, giving the room a disorderly appearance.

 

Ordinarily, He Mingyu, who had a mild case of OCD, couldn't tolerate such mess. But now, holding the restless figure in his arms, he found himself unable to spare even the slightest attention to the greasy chicken pieces.

 

The living room lights were dimmed, with only half of the room illuminated. The warm, yellow glow bathed Tan Qing, highlighting the pale skin under the loose, black long-sleeve T-shirt that originally belonged to He Mingyu.

 

His features, far too striking to be subtle, exuded a certain radiance when he was being mischievous. At other times, when he tried to act cute, his eyes sparkled with a touch of vulnerability.

 

It made him even more...

 

He Mingyu forcefully suppressed the rising thoughts in his mind.

 

Returning to his senses, he realized his hands had moved. They had been resting on Tan Qing's waist but had somehow slipped down a bit, now resting on his thighs.

 

Tan Qing, whose butt had just received a couple of spanks, was on high alert, the corners of his lips already turning down in protest. "Hey, I'm warning you, if you spank me again, I'll run away from ho—"

 

"How would I eat you?"

 

Tan Qing froze. "Huh?"

 

He Mingyu's voice had turned husky.

 

His Adam's apple bobbed as he looked up at the figure straddling him. He repeated softly, "Tell me, how would I eat you?"

 

Tan Qing: "Uh..."

 

Right. How exactly?

 

Tan Qing had never engaged in anything intimate before. His knowledge came only from TV dramas and storybooks, where two people would tumble into bed, pull the curtains, and that was the end of it.

 

But how did it actually work?

 

Step one: find a place to tumble.

 

Step two: take off clothes.

 

Step three... why did the TV shows stop there? You couldn't even watch to learn!

 

Ah, humans were so stingy, unwilling to share their experience with others.

 

As he swayed back and forth on He Mingyu's lap, deep in thought, Tan Qing finally recalled something vague he'd read in a book at some point. While the method wasn't very detailed, maybe He Mingyu would know?

 

After all, all Tan Qing needed to do was lie back and enjoy, right?

 

His pondering finished, Tan Qing beamed at He Mingyu and snuggled closer. In a small, sly voice, he said, "How about no more spanking? Just... butt injection instead?"

 

He Mingyu: "..."

 

His expression darkened as he spoke in a low voice, "Butt injection?"

 

"Yeah!"

 

Tan Qing sat up straight, full of enthusiasm. He clapped his hands, pointing down at his own behind. "It's already so firm! Perfect for injection!"

 

He Mingyu: "..."

 

Of course, He Mingyu was well aware of the hardness pressed against Tan Qing. But that remark had been an impulsive slip of the tongue, never meant to be taken literally. He hadn't expected Tan Qing to actually respond to it.

 

They'd already had a less-than-ideal start in their relationship.

 

If they were truly going to be together, it needed to be more thoughtful, more formal. Not something done hastily for momentary pleasure.

 

The He family had always been strict, ever since the family's rise. He Mingyu understood his own character better than anyone. If he decided that Tan Qing was the one, it would be for life, with no turning back.

 

Growing old together shouldn't be rushed.

 

After a moment of silence, He Mingyu tugged down Tan Qing's T-shirt, which had been yanked up during their playful exchange. He took a deep breath, calming himself, and asked, "Are you full now?"

 

Tan Qing: "..."

 

For a fox like him, it was always a tough dilemma: which was more tempting, intimate stuff or fried chicken? Especially for Tan Qing, who had gone nearly an entire day without food, only to be caught mid-meal while enjoying his chicken.

 

But... well...

 

He hadn't done anything intimate before.

 

Tan Qing fidgeted, swaying back and forth for a while, before pouting and asking, "So, no intimate stuff tonight?"

 

After a pause, He Mingyu replied, "It's too late tonight. You have to be on set tomorrow."

 

Tan Qing, feeling energetic and confident, insisted, "I'm strong! It won't stop me!"

 

He Mingyu: "..."

 

Sighing, He Mingyu rubbed the tuft of hair sticking up on Tan Qing's head. "Be good. We don't have any protection or lubricant at home."

 

Tan Qing: "Oh..."

 

By this point, the fried chicken on the table and floor had long since gone cold.

 

He Mingyu gave Tan Qing a light pat on the butt. "Get up. I'll make you some chicken soup noodles. Eating too much fried food at night isn't good for you."

 

Since they had ordered two large buckets of fried chicken, Tan Qing, who was more than capable of devouring both, rubbed his belly and felt like he could still manage two bowls of chicken soup noodles.

 

Though reluctantly, the delicate but voracious Tan Qing accepted He Mingyu's suggestion and, with a hint of disappointment, compromised. "Okay… but kiss me on the lips first. One kiss, and I'll get up."

 

He Mingyu: "..."

 

Few people could be this mischievous.

 

Unable to win against Tan Qing's antics, He Mingyu pulled him closer and kissed him briefly on the lips.

 

Their lips barely touched before separating, leaving a faint trace of moisture between them.

 

He Mingyu, a bit uneasy, said, "Stop fooling around. Get up. You'll wake the kid."

 

Tan Qing: "..."

 

Why is it so difficult for this guy to even indulge in a kiss?

 

Before Tan Qing could savor the kiss like characters in TV dramas who describe lingering tastes of tobacco, strawberries, or chocolate, it was already over.

 

Just like that—over!

 

Disappointed, Tan Qing hopped off He Mingyu's lap and licked his lips.

 

This time, He Mingyu didn't look at him again. He adjusted his rumpled clothes and headed straight into the kitchen.

 

Tan Qing: "..."

 

With the owner of the big couch gone, Tan Qing threw himself onto it, resting his head and savoring the memory of that fleeting kiss.

 

Although short, it was quite pleasant.

 

Tan Qing tilted his head, eyeing He Mingyu's back.

 

Hmm.

 

It's... quite a peculiar feeling.

 

He hadn't felt this way since his early days of cultivation.

 

But after being struck by lightning and ending up in this world, that feeling had become rare.

 

It was the sensation of his demon soul being nourished.

 

Every great demon who has gained sentience has a demon soul.

 

The reason Tan Qing failed to transcend his tribulation was because, during the 9981st strike of heavenly lightning, his demon soul had become unstable, causing him to be struck down and forced into this human body.

 

Since then, his injured demon soul had been fragile and required careful protection to avoid further damage.

 

This world was also unlike his former home in the ancient mountains, lacking the spiritual energy necessary for him to attempt another tribulation.

 

But still.

 

Even with his damaged demon soul, he could still rely on his nine-tailed fox bloodline to live like a king here.

 

And with a little rascal at home to amuse him, life wasn't so bad.

 

However...

 

Tan Qing touched the spot where he'd just been kissed, and a new world of possibilities suddenly dawned on him.

 

If just kissing a man could nourish his demon soul...

 

Then what about hugging, touching, and doing "shameful" things...?

 

One man would be one source of nourishment.

 

Two men would be two sources of nourishment.

 

A whole row of men...

 

Wow.

 

The possibilities were endless.

 

Tan Qing's thoughts made him so giddy that he practically bubbled with joy.

 

So when He Mingyu came out holding a bowl of soup, he saw Tan Qing rolling around on the couch, hugging a pillow bigger than his face.

 

He Mingyu: "..."

 

How could someone this grown act sillier than Tan Jiji?

 

He Mingyu set the bowl of chicken soup noodles on the table and placed chopsticks on top of it for Tan Qing. "Come eat."

 

"Coming, coming!"

 

Tan Qing swiftly rolled off the couch and skipped over to the table.

 

As he picked up his chopsticks, a thought suddenly struck him, and he asked, "By the way, after that kiss, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

 

He Mingyu sat down across from him. "Why would I feel uncomfortable?"

 

Tan Qing, too embarrassed to admit he was worried about draining He Mingyu's energy, scratched his nose and said, "Hehe, I was just worried that you haven't been able to get hard for so long. Getting too excited suddenly isn't good for your health, you know?"

 

He Mingyu: "..."

 

He Mingyu glanced at Tan Qing, his tone cooling. "Are you asking for an extra month of probation?"

 

Tan Qing: "No, no, no—!"

 

Tan Qing clasped his hands together, bowing as if in prayer, sincerely pleading, "You're definitely the strongest and hardest in the world! Please don't dock my pay!"

 

He Mingyu: "..."

 

He Mingyu: "Just eat."

 

Fine, eating it is.

 

Tan Qing, satisfied, took a whiff. The broth was rich and fragrant, with finely shredded chicken floating in it.

 

The noodles were perfectly tender and springy, topped with a handful of fresh green scallions.

 

All in all, it looked delicious.

 

Slurping the noodles down happily, Tan Qing even finished the soup without leaving a single drop. Then he snuck a glance at He Mingyu across the table.

 

Not bad—still just as handsome and strong as ever.

 

And it didn't look like kissing him had drained him of any vital energy.

 

Tan Qing was thrilled, his eyes practically sparkling as he gazed at He Mingyu.

 

He Mingyu, unnerved by Tan Qing's starry-eyed stare, handed him a wet wipe and said, "Now that you've eaten, go rest. But don't sleep right away—wait until you've digested a bit."

 

"Okay!"

 

Tan Qing blinked, then said with utmost sincerity, "Love you!"

 

He Mingyu: "..."

 

He Mingyu stood up with a cold expression. "Stop saying 'love' all the time. Go to your room."

 

It was clear that this "energy reserve" showed no intention of offering more kisses or cuddles.

 

Tan Qing, feeling crestfallen, drooped his head and pitifully sniffled as he shuffled off to his bedroom in his slippers. "Oh..."

 

After taking a few steps, he heard He Mingyu call from behind, "Wait."

 

Tan Qing turned around, beaming with excitement.

 

He Mingyu said, "When you join the production tomorrow, aside from working hard, there's no need to be overly accommodating to others. If anything bothers you, have your assistant come and tell me. Got it?"

 

Tan Qing, who was never one to tolerate much, nodded unenthusiastically.

 

"And one more thing."

 

He Mingyu paused, his gaze settling on Tan Qing. "Don't flirt with other men on set."

 

Author's note: Mini Theater:

Tan Qing: Reserve food supply No. 1, reserve food supply No. 2, reserve food supply No. 3—hahaha, I'm rich!

He Mingyu: …

Tan Qing: This reserve food supply won't play the injection game with me, so I'll just move on to the next one!

Tan Qing: Bye-bye, everyone! I'm off to flirt with someone else! Don't tell my meal ticket, okay?

He Mingyu: …

 

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