Chapter 121: Qin Yuxing x Song Hengye’s Daily Life (Extra)
Young Master Qin’s coming-of-age celebration was an enormous event, and the Qin Yuxingfamily took it seriously. While strict with him, the old man deeply adored his only grandson. The celebration was grand, with half the Empire’s elite families in attendance.
Despite Bai Teacher now being married to Huo Ruan, he received a personal invitation. Qin Yuxing also brought a stack of invites to the academy, handing them out to friends and teachers he was close to.
When Song Hengye got his invitation, he hesitated. “I don’t think I belong at these types of gatherings,” he admitted.
Song Hengye’s humble origins weighed on him. Without a set direction for his future, he still felt like an outsider, even if he could technically attend as Qin Yuxing’s friend. But that world, with its high society, seemed far away and unfamiliar to him.
Qin Yuxing had just finished training, holding a water bottle, when he heard Song Hengye say this. He looked shocked, staring at Song Hengye with wide eyes. “What? It’s my coming-of-age ceremony! You really won’t come?”
Over the past couple of years, training had done wonders for Qing Yuxing’s physique. Now taller and stronger, he stood up to Song Hengye’s shoulder, almost eye-to-eye. And while he saw himself as more of a man, to Song Hengye, he was still like a younger brother. After all, they were best friends. It shocked him that Song Hengye didn’t plan to come.
Setting the invitation on the table, Song Hengye began unwrapping his wristbands, looking up at Qin Yuxing calmly. “Whether I go or not doesn’t really matter, right? After all, so many people will be there to wish you well.”
But Qin Yuxingpursed his lips, clearly hurt. “They’re them, but you’re you! We’ve never really been apart…”
His voice faltered, and a suspicion crept over his face. “Song Hengye, are you leaving?”
Friends planning to work on secondary planets or return to their home planets were packing up and preparing to leave. They’d train with their respective military units and undergo evaluations, returning for graduation exams the following year.
If Song Hengye planned to go back home, he’d be preparing to leave too. But he’d never said anything to Qing Yuxing.
Song Hengye hesitated, not quite ready to decide. His goal upon arriving at the Empire’s military academy was to gain the skills needed to return and defend his home.
His silence hurt Qin Yuxingdeeply. It was clear now that, in all his plans, Song Hengye hadn’t considered Qin Yuxing. Qin Yuxingdidn’t yell or throw a fit this time. His face just hardened as he turned to leave.
He was an adult now. No crying allowed.
Besides, that cold-hearted guy was always this way, wasn’t he? Qin Yuxingscoffed at his own naïve hope. How foolish he’d been!
As he stepped out, Song Hengye, without thinking, rose to follow. “Where are you going?”
Qin Yuxing clenched his jaw. “Home.”
Training was done, and the coming-of-age party was tomorrow night. No way he’d stay in the training center with Song Hengye.
Resolute, he stormed forward, telling himself he’d never speak to Song Hengye again. There were plenty of people eager to work with him as the Qin Yuxingfamily’s heir and an S-rank talent. He could choose another protector easily, one better-looking than Song Hengye!
Song Hengye silently trailed behind him, unsure why. He just felt uneasy, half expecting Qin Yuxing to turn back and yell at him for not knowing how to comfort people. Not that he did.
Back in the dorm room, Qing Yuxing’s other two roommates had already packed up and left to join their units. Only he and Song Hengye were left in the room now, soon to be handed over to the new first-year students.
Song Hengye thought Qin Yuxing was packing too, but instead, Qin Yuxingwent straight to his locker and pulled out a whole case of beer.
Song Hengye raised an eyebrow. “You bought beer?”
Qin Yuxing wasn’t one to drink. Had he stashed this away for them, or was it his roommates’?
“Hmph,” Qin Yuxing snorted, “I’m an adult now. I’ll drink if I want to. Go back to your home planet and stop acting like you own me!”
Without a word, Song Hengye took the case from him and placed it firmly on the table.
Qin Yuxing immediately bristled. “What are you doing?!”
Without breaking his serious expression, Song Hengye opened the case, cracked a can, and took a long drink.
Qin Yuxingwas shocked—he’d never seen Song Hengye drink before.
Song Hengye, still silent, gestured to the seat across from him, and Qin Yuxingsat. Trying to act cool, he opened his own can and took a gulp, even as his heart pounded.
He stole a glance at Song Hengye, who looked absorbed in his thoughts. They’d become so close over the past two years, and Qin Yuxingcould hardly imagine life without him.
But the thought of it frustrated him, that even in his anger, he couldn’t stay mad. The sight of Song Hengye drinking, that simple, calm strength—he couldn’t hate him, even if he wanted to. He couldn’t help but think that everything Song Hengye did was unbearably cool.
At some point, Qin Yuxing got so angry with himself that he gave himself a sudden, hard slap.
The slap shocked Song Hengye, who quickly put down his can and came over, grabbing Qing Yuxing’s hand.
Song Hengye held Qin Yuxing’s chin, staring intently at his flushed face. The young master’s fair skin was red on one side from the slap.
Song Hengye’s face darkened further as he frowned at him. “Drunk and hitting yourself? Really?”
Qin Yuxing, cheeks blazing and courage boosted by alcohol, looked at Song Hengye’s close face. Though he usually felt intimidated by him, the thought of Song Hengye leaving—possibly forever—pushed him to action. He suddenly sprang up, forcing Song Hengye down onto the sofa with a fierce look. “Yes, I’m drunk and I’m coming for you!”
Song Hengye: “…”
He hadn’t expected this move from Qin Yuxing and was stunned by his words, wondering if he’d heard correctly. Did this young master have any idea what he was saying?
With a fierce determination, Qin Yuxing held Song Hengye down, unwilling to give him a chance to escape. He quickly employed a binding technique—ironically, one that Song Hengye himself had taught him. In a flash, he pulled off Song Hengye’s jacket and used it to tie Song Hengye’s hands together. Song Hengye found himself thinking, *This kid never took anything else seriously, but he learned this well. Turns out he planned to use it on me?*
Watching Qin Yuxing struggle with his belt, Song Hengye warned through gritted teeth, “Qin Yuxing! Stop now, while you still can.”
But Qing Yuxing, gripping the belt, covered his ears and shook his head stubbornly. “Not listening!”
Song Hengye: “…”
Qin Yuxing moved to unbutton Song Hengye’s shirt, muttering furiously, “You think you can just leave? I’m gonna wear you out till you can’t even walk!”
Song Hengye, taken aback by Qing Yuxing’s brazenness, decided he needed to teach the young master a lesson for his recklessness. In a swift movement, he reversed their positions, pinning Qin Yuxing beneath him.
With narrowed eyes, Song Hengye leaned in close. “So, you wanted to… what?”
Seeing Song Hengye’s dangerous gaze, Qing Yuxing’s bravery faltered. He held the belt tightly, stammering, “Um… what was I trying to do?”
Song Hengye let out a cold laugh, quickly tying up Qing Yuxing’s hands with his jacket. Qing Yuxing, nearly in tears, protested, “Wait, Song Hengye! Don’t… I know I was wrong; don’t tie me up!”
Song Hengye wasn’t about to go easy on him. The young master needed to understand the consequences of his actions. After securing Qing Yuxing’s hands, he proceeded to unbutton Qing Yuxing’s shirt and remove his trousers, leaving him in just his black shorts. Qin Yuxing looked up at him, embarrassed. “I was only joking! I didn’t really mean to…”
Song Hengye snorted. Like he’d believe that.
Song Hengye removed his own shirt, standing over him confidently. Qing Yuxing’s eyes widened, his face burning red. “What… what are you doing?”
Grabbing Qing Yuxing’s chin, Song Hengye leaned in and whispered menacingly, “You were saying?”
Qing Yuxing’s mind went blank. Wait, *was this actually happening?*
Originally, Song Hengye intended only to reprimand him. The young master might be spoiled, but recklessness in these matters was unacceptable. But watching Qin Yuxing turn red with embarrassment only heightened Song Hengye’s resolve. He decided to give him a lesson he’d never forget.
Holding him firmly, Song Hengye asked, “Afraid now? It’s not too late to back out. Say something nice, and maybe I’ll forgive you…”
But then he noticed a certain… reaction. After all, they were both men—he understood the telltale signs.
Song Hengye was silent, but Qing Yuxing’s face grew even redder as he hid his face in embarrassment. “I-I can’t help it…”
Well, he was only human! And with Song Hengye, of all people, holding him, how could he not react?
Qing Yuxing’s feelings for Song Hengye had lingered for a long time, rooted in an attachment that had grown over the years. He’d never rushed; his plan had been to wait until they both had secured their futures, after which he could aim to work as Song Hengye’s personal engineer, maintaining his mechs and equipment. After all, he believed in Song Hengye’s potential for a high-ranking position.
But Song Hengye’s cold detachment had thrown him off. After two years of being inseparable, Song Hengye planned to leave without a word about how he felt. Qing Yuxing’s frustration and hurt, combined with the alcohol, had driven him to this desperate act.
The sight of Song Hengye, shirtless and close, brought a rush of emotions Qin Yuxing could no longer suppress. Song Hengye was actually trying to teach him a lesson? *Fat chance!*
Realizing his own feelings, Song Hengye looked down at him with a newfound determination. If he’d felt nothing, he wouldn’t have agonized over this decision for so long. He didn’t want to leave Qing Yuxing.
Finally understanding his own feelings, Song Hengye gazed at Qing Yuxing, his eyes filled with a new intensity. He’d never tolerated losing out, and if he was staying for Qing Yuxing, then he’d claim him now.
With a wicked glint, Song Hengye leaned close. He wasn’t about to let Qin Yuxing think he’d get away unscathed.
Qin Yuxing noticed that Song Hengye’s demeanor had shifted, exuding a new, intense energy, his gaze now sharper and more assertive.
Qin Yuxing protested with a pout, “Alright, I was wrong, okay? Can’t you at least untie me first?”
He tried to wriggle his legs and arms, which were still bound. Song Hengye smirked, his hand trailing slowly along Yuxing’s shoulder. “Oh? Isn’t this what you wanted? Well, I’ll make sure you get your wish.”
Qin Yuxing’s eyes went wide as he looked up at him. “H-Hey! Your hand…stop moving!”
But Song Hengye placed his hand over Yuxing’s chest, his tone low. “Stop moving? You’re just pretending you don’t want it, aren’t you?”
The way he looked at him left no room for denial, and Qin Yuxing, his face flushing even more, was too stunned to reply.
—
Later, Song Hengye’s meticulous “cooking” technique left Qin Yuxing speechless. It felt like Song Hengye was using some chef’s trick, carefully preparing with a focus that made Qin Yuxing both embarrassed and a bit bewildered. But the longer it went on, the more Qin Yuxing found himself growing comfortable with Song Hengye’s rhythm.
Finally, when he could barely keep his eyes open, Qin Yuxing managed to mutter, “Enough already, it’s been hours! Don’t you know when to stop?”
Song Hengye chuckled, continuing without mercy. “The Song Hengye family’s methods involve going seven rounds—otherwise, it doesn’t come out tender enough.”
Qin Yuxing was utterly exhausted by the end, but Song Hengye didn’t slow down, and Qing Yuxing’s frustrated groans and half-hearted protests seemed only to fuel him. He’d wanted to prove a point, and the mischievous satisfaction in his eyes showed he’d done just that.
—
The next day, Qin Yuxing finally awoke, groggy and beyond exhausted. The only reason Song Hengye stopped was that the day of Qing Yuxing’s grand coming-of-age celebration had arrived, and the Qin Yuxing family’s butler was already waiting to escort him. Song Hengye helped Qin Yuxing get dressed, fastening his shirt buttons one by one.
Qing Yuxing, struggling to keep his eyes open, muttered, “You’re actually coming now? Didn’t you say you didn’t belong at events like these?”
Song Hengye looked at Qing Yuxing, his gaze warm. He lifted a hand to gently brush Qing Yuxing’s hair off his forehead, then placed a kiss there. “Before, I didn’t have a reason to go. But now, I’m your partner—how could I miss it?”
Qing Yuxing’s face flushed red, and he protested, “Who said you’re my partner? I’m the Qin Yuxing family’s heir—you’ve got some nerve, Song Hengye!”
But Song Hengye just smiled, unbothered. After all, Qin Yuxing was still a bit sore from yesterday’s “cooking session,” which had left him limping. Song Hengye took his arm, his voice soothing. “Right, of course. Big Young Master. So, tell me, does the Qin Yuxing family permit people to join as in-laws?”
Qin Yuxing couldn’t hold back a grin but kept up the act, his smile playful yet dignified. “That’ll depend on your performance. The Qin Yuxing family doesn’t take just anyone, you know.”
Song Hengye nodded, completely unfazed. “Fine, as long as it doesn’t interfere with our ‘cooking the radish,’ everything else is negotiable.”
Qin Yuxing: “…”
Stupid man, only ever thinking about cooking radishes! And radishes aren’t even that tasty!!
