Beloved Little Treasure

Hao Yan Che slitted his violet eyes at Hao Yan Que.

‘Xiao Che, mummy wants a baby,’ Qiu Li Luo said. ‘When will you give mummy a baby?’

‘Mum if you want a baby, dad can give you a baby,’ Hao Yan Che teased.

Qiu Li Luo blushed.

‘Xiao Luo, we should go,’ Hao Yan Que said. ‘Someone’s tail got stepped on.’

‘I want to spend time with Gun Gun,’ Qiu Li Luo said.

Hao Yan Che guarded the door.

‘Mum, she’s sick,’ Hao Yan Che said. ‘Don’t disturb her sleep.’

‘Is Gun Gun OK?’ Qiu Li Luo asked.

‘Yes,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘Xiao Che, your daddy and I heard about Jia Tao,’ Qiu Li Luo said. ‘We came here to ask you to spare Jia Tao. She made a wrong judgement.’

‘No,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘Xiao Che, mummy watched Jia Tao grow up,’ Qiu Li Luo said. ‘Can you spare Jia Tao because of me?’

‘No,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘Then can you spare Jia Tao because mummy brought Gun Gun into your life?’ Qiu Li Luo asked.

‘It can’t happen a second time,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘Mummy promise it won’t happen a second time,’ Qiu Li Luo said.

‘Xiao Luo, let’s go,’ Han Yan Que said.

Qiu Li Luo looked back and forth at Hao Yan Que and Hao Yan Che.

‘Xiao Che, can mummy hug you?’ Qiu Li Luo asked.

‘Um,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Qiu Li Luo hugged Hao Yan Che and smiled at him.

‘Xiao Che, be good to Gun Gun and you’ll be happy like mummy,’ Qiu Li Luo said.

Out of consideration Qiu Li Luo was Hao Yan Che’s mum, Hao Yan Che suppressed his displeasure being hugged by Qiu Li Luo.

Hao Yan Que couldn’t stand seeing another person hug Qiu Li Luo, including his sons. He pulled Qiu Li Luo away from Hao Yan Che and disappeared with her.

Hao Yan Che returned to the master bedroom. He laid on the bed next to Yuan Gun Gun, held her to his chest and kissed her forehead.

‘Gun Gun, I gave up my freedom for you,’ Hao Yan Che whispered. ‘You’ll always be mine. I won’t let you escape me.’

Early morning, Yuan Gun Gun woke up. She was used to waking up having Hao Yan Che’s hardness rubbing between her thighs.

‘Young master, your little brother is rubbing on my body again,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

Hao Yan Che opened his dissatisfied eyes.

Yuan Gun Gun hugged Hao Yan Che’s neck and her face nuzzled his chest.

‘Your little brother is really hard,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

Hao Yan Che endured his frustrations.

‘Does it still hurt?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

‘It hurts a little,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘If you give me chocolate, it won’t hurt anymore.’

Hao Yan Che hit Yuan Gun Gun’s bottom.

‘Do you want to eat chocolate?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

‘No,’ Yuan Gun Gun said and rubbed her bottom.

Hao Yan Che got out of bed and used the bathroom first. Yuan Gun Gun lazily stayed in bed. After he brushed and washed, he carried her to the bathroom for her to brush and wash.

‘Young master, do I have to study today?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

‘No,’ Hao Yan Che said and carried Yuan Gun Gun back to the bed.

‘Can I stay in bed today?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

‘Yes,’ Hao Yan Che said and turned on the TV for Yuan Gun Gun.

‘Can I eat junk food today?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

‘What do you think?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

‘Yes,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘Congratulations,’ Hao Yan Che said sarcastically. He got out of bed and walked the door. ‘You can close your eyes and keep dreaming.’

‘Young master, where are you going?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

‘Stay in bed,’ Hao Yan Che said. ‘If you take a step away from your bed, I’ll strangle you to death.’

Yuan Gun Gun stayed in bed and looked sadly at Hao Yan Che leaving the master bedroom.

Seconds later, Hao Yan Che returned with a tray of a hot bowl of broth and a warm glass of milk.

‘Young master,’ Yuan Gun Gun called happily.

Hao Yan Che put the tray on the bedside table, sat on the bed and passed Yuan Gun Gun the glass of milk. She drank all the milk, and he blew on the hot bowl of broth.

‘Young master, what’s inside the bowl?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

‘Pigs’ fodder,’ Hao Yan Che teased.

Yuan Gun Gun looked blankly at Hao Yan Che.

‘Open your mouth,’ Hao Yan Che said.

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End of Chapter Seventy-Two