Chapter 5 Birthday Night
After that, it was simple. I stepped in, cleaned up those pieces of trash, and took him home.
I gave him a place to live, money to spend, and sent him to a proper high school.
I watched the street punk layer peel off him, and the sharp mind underneath show through.
I felt a sick kind of satisfaction.
I kept him and waited patiently for the day he grew up.
Later, I finally made it to his twentieth birthday.
I got the wine ready and poured it into him until he was drunk.
I looked at the side of his sleeping face, and the filthy thought in my chest would not stay down.
I wanted to pick the flower. I figured it was time to harvest.
So I could not wait. I stripped both of us.
And then?
Right when I kissed him, one step short of the end, he woke up.
Then a slap landed on my face.
He lifted his leg and kicked me hard, knocking me off the bed.
He scrambled up, yanked the blanket over himself, and shook all over.
His eyes were red enough to bleed. The look he gave me was all disgust and disbelief.
"Qin Ye, you're fucking disgusting!"
His voice was already hoarse.
"So you kept me around to make me your toy?"
I had been knocked stupid. My pride could not take it. Rage burned my sense right off.
I crawled up and pointed at him. "What else?"
"You think I fucking like doing charity? You really think you're some young master?"
He looked beyond furious and rushed down to punch me.
I was not about to take it. It was the first time I laid a hand on him.