My crush wants to be my sugar daddy.

Chapter 103 Fox Ancestor, I Miss You

Chi Yuan had been waiting for Jiang Haochen, even though he knew the other party didn't want to come.

But he promised to wait, and he was determined to wait.

He cooked, took a shower, and waited quietly in the living room. When the clock struck midnight, he knew that Mr. Jiang probably wouldn't be coming.

Knowing the outcome all along, Chi Yuan wasn't very upset. On the contrary, he came to understand many things.

This arrangement of being kept was premeditated; it was a one-sided affair. He could only make demands of himself, not of Mr. Jiang. When Mr. Jiang came, he was happy; when Mr. Jiang didn't come, as long as Mr. Jiang was happy, he was happy too.

If you like someone, shouldn't you want them to be happy and comfortable?

Chi Yuan realized he had made a mistake. Because he was too worried about the duration of the sugar daddy contract, he was overly cautious every moment he spent with Mr. Jiang, which made him perfunctory in the process. Originally, all he wanted was for the two years to pass.

As long as you walk with your heart, you may not reach the ending you want, but every step you take counts.

After figuring things out, Chi Yuan relaxed and drifted off to sleep, until he smelled a faint scent of alcohol.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the person I had been dreaming about.

"Mr. Jiang~" With his psychological barriers removed, Chi Yuan's eyes were filled with purer and more passionate emotions. He took the initiative to reach out, put his arm around the neck of the person in front of him, and kissed him.

Chi Yuan had never kissed him so proactively before, but Jiang Haochen didn't mind. He obediently bent down and deepened the kiss.

When they parted, both of them were breathing heavily. The boy's intoxicated eyes and slightly flushed face made him look more like a drunkard than someone who had just been drinking.

"Didn't you say you were waiting for me? How come you fell asleep?" Mr. Jiang had already forgotten that he had deliberately come home late, and started to complain first.

"Because I don't know when Mr. Jiang will come, I want to see you in my dreams," Chi Yuan replied playfully.

Jiang Haochen couldn't help but laugh: "You're quite the talker."

Jiang Haochen stood up and looked towards the dining table: "Did you cook dinner tonight?"

Chi Yuan hummed in agreement, without mentioning that he had made it especially for him. After all, Mr. Jiang had said long ago that he might not come, and he was just hoping that Mr. Jiang might come ahead of time.

Jiang Haochen said with a regretful expression, "If I had known there would be good food, I would have come earlier."

Chi Yuan's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't expose Jiang Haochen's lie. He simply said, "Next time I cook, I'll take a picture for Mr. Jiang. If Mr. Jiang has time, please come over."

You don't have to come if you're not available or don't want to.

Jiang Haochen readily agreed: "Okay."

"The Fox Ancestor!"

The sudden increase in volume from the television caught their attention; it turned out the show was being rebroadcast to the segment where Chi Yuan was performing.

The host was introducing the function of the fox clan's sacrificial dance, saying auspicious words such as praying for blessings and good fortune. When Chi Yuan, who played the fox ancestor, flew out of the ancient tree, his divine beauty still amazed Jiang Haochen.

He glanced down at the boy in his bathrobe, and only then did his unapproachable divinity soften somewhat.

He joked, "Do you know why I left early at the party that night?"

Chi Yuan didn't know, but he guessed: "Is it because they're afraid others will find out?"

Jiang Haochen: "That's just one reason. Another reason is that on stage, you seem to be the real Fox Ancestor, sacred and inviolable. If I couldn't control myself and did something to you, I'd be committing blasphemy."

Jiang Haochen smiled, shifting his gaze from the dancing fox spirit on TV to Chi Yuan, and said in a drawn-out tone, "But I really wanted to... so I left early."

Chi Yuan: "I am not the Fox Ancestor, but even if I were, it wouldn't be blasphemy if I wanted to."

Jiang Haochen liked hearing this: "If it's not blasphemy, then what is it? A gift from God?"

Chi Yuan: "It's a blessing, a sacrificial dance, a dance to pray for good fortune."

Jiang Haochen smiled and kissed the boy: "I'm going to take a shower first. Fox Ancestor, you'd better give me your blessings later."

Jiang Haochen went to the bathroom to take a shower, but when he came out, Chi Yuan was no longer in the living room.

He called out, "Chi Yuan."

The door to the second bedroom creaked open, and with the clear ringing of a bell, Chi Yuan, dressed as the Fox Ancestor, appeared before Jiang Haochen.

The boy changed into the ritual costume for the performance. The bells on his feet and the lines on his forehead were all reproduced, except for his hair.

Chi Yuan walked towards him step by step, the bells on his feet jingling. Jiang Haochen's gaze fell on the boy's bare feet, then moved upwards, finally landing on the fiery red forehead wrinkle between the boy's brows.

Jiang Haochen: "Did you draw this yourself?"

Chi Yuan nodded: "Mm."

Jiang Haochen: "Did you learn it on purpose?"

Chi Yuan nodded again: "Mm."

Jiang Haochen didn't ask him why he specifically went to learn it, because he knew the reason.

It seems that the boy will remember any request he is given and then do his best to fulfill it.

Chi Yuan has already gone this far, making him an extremely qualified lover. He just cares more about his career, but what does it matter? He was with me for that reason in the first place, wasn't he?

Jiang Haochen finally shook off the displeasure he brought back from H City. He lifted the Fox Ancestor's chin with his hand and asked with a touch of domineering, "Fox Ancestor, I want (fill in a word that excites you) you, is that alright?"

Before the Fox Ancestor could even answer, he was pinned down by someone.

In the living room, the clear, ringing sound of bells echoed endlessly.

I don't know how much time passed, but the TV started rebroadcasting the gala for the second time, and it showed the scene of the fox ancestor sacrificial dance again.

Jiang Haochen, who had stopped, suddenly pressed the boy down onto the sofa again. The more sacred the fox ancestor on TV was, the more violently he moved.

When it was all over, the young fox ancestor no longer possessed any sacred aura. His elaborate sacrificial robes were wrinkled and covered his body, and his exposed areas were covered with bruises.

Jiang Haochen suddenly recalled a line of poetry from *Dream of the Red Chamber*: "Pity the golden and jade-like nature, ultimately trapped in the mire." He simultaneously condemned himself for being too unrestrained and felt a perverse pleasure.

It's as if they personally stained the pure moon black.

He tried hard to banish the distorted thoughts in his mind, bent down and picked up the exhausted boy, carrying him towards the bathroom.

As they walked, Jiang Haochen felt the boy in his arms stir and whisper something in his ear, but he couldn't hear it.

"What?" He stopped and listened quietly.

"Mr. Jiang, may you have peace and joy, and a Happy New Year."

Jiang Haochen was stunned. He looked down at the boy in his arms. The tired boy had a pair of unfocused eyes. Even in his almost drowsy state, he still remembered to give him his blessing.