Qingge Chapter 7

[Recap] Qingge and Yujing stopped at a local grocery store and are currently in the process of buying some fruits. Qingge is currently questioning his status in life. Was he a kept woman? 

[Translator: otwentyfirst / Editor: Poledancer1985]

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[Sept. 22nd, 2018]

Qingge may have had these thoughts but the reality was that Duan Yujing was already paying for everything at the cash register. Once he finished he carried everything over to Qingge and said, “Let’s go home since it’s getting dark. If you want, we can come out again later.”

“Brother Jing, do you need a hand?” Qingge looked at the bag bulging with groceries amazed they got so much. He was beaming to say the least.

“No it’s OK. I’ll carry them, you just worry about enjoying them.” He reached out to hold Qingge’s hand with his free one.

Qingge gripped Duan Yujing’s fingers between his, reveling in the feel of their entwined fingers. It made him feel like he was coc.o.o.ned in a warm, embrace really putting his heart at ease.

Duan Yuchen[notes] stayed at a boarding school so he only came back for meals during the day and on weekends. Currently it was only the two of them in the house.

Qingge sat in the bed with his bracelet in hand. He had taken everything out and was looking at what he had. There were two cards and an a.s.sortment of rare and unusual jewelry from his mom. With the exception of the two cards he was actually pretty poor!

*knock knock* Duan Yujing stood outside with a plate piled high with different fruits.

Qingge was confused for a moment before he remembered he shared a room with Duan Yujing. He called out lightly, “You can come in Brother Jing.”

Duan Yujing pushed the door open. “Hungry? I made a fruit salad. How about trying some?” He walked inside and raised his eyebrows in question at the pile of scattered objects on the bed. “What are you doing?”

Qingge blinked several times before moving over to the side to make room for the other to sit down. He pointed to the objects on the bed saying, “My reserves.”

Duan Yujing laughed in spite of himself. He speared a piece of peach with a fork and brought it to his lips for a bite. “Your reserves huh? It looks pretty small. How about I supplement it for you?” He offered the fruit plate to Qingge as he said so.

“Brother Jing I just realized I’m pretty poor! These are all the things my mother left me. I don’t have anything else. I’m so upset!”

Duan Yujing gathered the scattered items on the bed into a pile in the center before standing up and looking at Qingge who, despite his earlier words of dismay, was busily forking fruit into his mouth. His motions hadn’t slowed down one bit. Considering his enthusiasm one had to wonder if he was really upset… Duan Yujing jokingly said, “Think of these things as your dowry,” before continuing in a more serious tone. “They’re your reserve fund. You should put them away. If you need cash, just use mine. I’ll support you.”

*cough cough!* Qingge ended up nearly choking on his fruit. Dowry?! What dowry?! I was trying to explain what this stuff was, not ask for a treasury supplement from you! Besides isn’t this kind of small for a dowry...

Duan Yujing secretly smiled while patting Qingge on the back. “I really mean it. This is your inheritance from your mom and her family. Don’t sell it for money. Just use mine instead. I don’t mean anything else by it. We’re lovers right? I’m more than happy to share what I have with you.”

Qingge’s face suddenly turned very serious. He counted out on his fingers as he spoke, “Brother Jing, the food I eat is all yours, the clothes I wear are all yours, and now you’re telling me to use your money as I see fit? People are gonna think I’m a gold-digging gigolo. This kind of reputation…”

Qingge’s distress would have been more believable if his happiness wasn’t so obvious. Duan Yujing saw the smirk on Qingge’s face and couldn’t help but laugh at his coyness. He moved closer to kiss Qingge on the corner of the lips. “Once again, so what? I’m yours. Don’t tell me you actually care what others think? I want you to always be by my side. I want to hold you and love you spoil the h.e.l.l out of you. I’ve never thought of you as some kind of gigolo. I don't doubt that eventually you’ll become independent and have the ability to stand on your own. At that time if you want to you can support me. How about that? I have no problems at all with being your gigolo then.”

Qingge was incredibly happy! He decided then and there to have the lofty ambition of being a successful author. He needed to make lots of money so Duan Yujing would be his gigolo! Hm.. yes! I like that idea. I like that idea a lot. I even know of some good stocks to buy. I’m definitely gonna go and buy them tomorrow ASAP!

Duan Yujing couldn’t help but snort out in laughter at the look on Qingge’s face. His lover was such a little money grubber. He could tell Qingge was definitely thinking of ways to make money. He pulled out his card and checkbook. Liu Jing[notes] had been very profitable and he spent most of his time at work so he rarely used his discretionary funds. As result his net worth was very high.

He handed both the bank card and check book to Qingge. “These are all my savings over the years. Darling beloved, every month please remember to pay the water and electricity bill as well as the HOA fees on time. Also please remember to give Little Chen some pocket money. These things and responsibilities I now hand over to you. You are the sugar daddy of this household. From now on please take good care of me.”

Wait? What?! Qingge was in shock. How did this happen? Weren’t we just discussing my reserve fund? When did it turn into Brother Jing handing over all his money to me? This is a little much!

Duan Yujing’s cheeks were cramping up from smiling so much. The dazed and stupidly foolish look on Qingge’s face was truly priceless. He was quite happy with himself.

Qingge could only stammer, “Brother Jinge… aren’t... aren’t you too carefree?” as he slowly came back to reality. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll run off with all your money and leave you a pauper?”

“Nope. Not at all. But if you want to go somewhere please remember to take me with you. You are my sugar daddy afterall. Just remember to pay the utility bills first, otherwise the house will be cut off and we won’t be able to cook any rice.” He had complete faith in Qingge.

Although Qingge was the type of person who would get confused easily, he had a good and kind heart, unlike those rich Young Masters who led a pampered life of debauchery. In fact Qingge had to endure a lot growing up. Knowing this only raised Duan Yujing’s opinion of him. Qingge was a strong and honest person. The kind that would make an excellent wife!

People in love were just that way. Everything their lover did was looked kindly upon where flaws became a.s.sets and a.s.sets became even more amazing.

“Then Brother Jing please remember to give me the utility bills. Also how much should I give to Little Chen for pocket money? Also if you give me your bank card how are you going to pay for lunch if you go out to eat? Wouldn’t it be inconvenient if you can’t pay for your own meals? Here you should take the card back.” Qingge jumped into his role as the sugar daddy in the relationship without a moment of hesitation.

Duan Yujing listened attentively. He laughed silently in joy while listening to Qingge rattle off this list of questions. Working together to manage these tiny details of living… wasn’t this what spending a lifetime together was all about? Did it matter who played the role of the earner or who played the role of the spender? What did it matter how other people saw them as long as they lived for each other? Gigolo, sugar daddy… who cared about these terms?

Qingge became self conscious when he realized Duan Yujing was staring at him. How long had he been doing that? What was up with that look?

Suddenly Duan Yujing spoke up, “Qingge, you’re so good!” From his position above he moved forward kissing Qingge gently on the lips.

Qingge was surprised but he didn’t mind the closeness; he really liked Duan Yujing. Although he responded slowly and awkwardly because of his shyness, the simple kiss soon escalated into an impa.s.sioned one like a small flame igniting an explosion. His pajamas felt suffocating. Soon enough his chest was bared and his pajama bottoms strings came undone.

Duan Yujing’s eyes shone with an unusually aggressive light, the spark of desire clearly showing through. He looked at his lover’s body laying underneath him, his gaze lingering on Qingge’s lips. They were red and his face was slightly hot to the touch. Duan Yujing took several deep breaths before getting off the bed intending to head to the bathroom to take a cold shower.

He didn’t get far before Qingge reached over and grabbed his hand. “Brother Jing I feel really uncomfortable.” Qingge’s body felt overheated; an unfamiliar excitement and a desire to unleash something left him feeling strange. This was the first time he felt this way. His eyes looked a little hazy and his breathing was irregular. His throat was dry so his words came out a little hoa.r.s.e.

Duan Yujing originally intended to end things there, restraining himself out of consideration for Qingge since his lover was still unwell. He leaned over and kissed Qingge again, kneeling into the bed as he did so, happy he had the foresight to purchase everything they needed earlier at the grocery store. The two were thoroughly absorbed in each other, grinding and kissing as though they couldn’t get enough skin to skin contact.

Qingge was tired and sleepy from the afterglow of their consummation. He easily fell asleep in Duan Yujing’s embrace.

Duan Yujing held his lover in his arms feeling incredibly happy they were able to meet again after so long, that their reunion was so joyous. He wasn’t sure how Qingge would feel afterwards since it was his first time. Wanting to lessen the other’s discomfort he wrapped Qingge in the bedsheet and carried him over to the bathroom. After filling the tub up with warm water Duan Yujing carefully placed him inside proceeded to give him a bath, being as gentle as possible. Before finishing he went back to the bedroom, changed the bedsheets, and grabbed some ointment. After applying some on Qingge’s skin Duan Yujing carried him back to the bed. He checked the other man’s temperature to make sure he didn’t have a fever. Feeling rea.s.sured he finally fell asleep beside his lover.

Duan Yujing woke up early the next morning and made some mung bean millet porridge and jujube cake, put the sheets from last night in the dryer, and boiled a cup of honey water. He brought it back to the room.

Qingge woke up feeling horrible; his mouth was dry and his body was screaming in discomfort.

Duan Yujing walked in to see Qingge frowning. He went over and ma.s.saged Qingge’s waist using moderate pressure. It seemed to alleviate Qingge’s discomfort as his frown disappeared.