Chapter 289 Don’t Bully the Little One

It was nine o’clock at night when Yin Siyao pushed open the door.

After several hours of consecutive surgeries, his whole body ached, his shoulders and neck felt as if something heavy was pressing down on them, and he barely had the strength to lift his hands.

Standing at the entrance, he was about to bend down to change his shoes when laughter from the living room reached him.

Mother Yin was laughing, slapping her thigh: “Oh my, you really are adorable!”

Yin Siyao: “······”

The door closed with a noticeable thud.

All three people in the living room turned their heads at the same time.

Leng Keyan’s eyes lit up, and she rushed to the entrance in three quick steps, saying politely, “Teacher Yin, you’re home! You’ve worked hard!”

He reached out to take the briefcase from Yin Siyao, then squatted to hand him slippers, carefully arranging the shoes he had just taken off.

He casually dusted off a non-existent layer of dust, then looked up at him with wide, expectant eyes, his face saying plainly, “Am I being good?”

Yin Siyao looked down at the person crouching at his feet, all smiles and flattery, and his mouth twitched slightly.

Sitting on the sofa, Mother Yin watched the scene and said to Father Yin, “Xiaoyan is really thoughtful. Siyao comes home from work and someone’s taking care of him—that’s what I call living well.”

Father Yin nodded in agreement.

Mother Yin waved at Yin Siyao: “Yao Yao, come over here.”

After changing into slippers, Yin Siyao walked into the living room and sat down on the single sofa.

Leng Keyan followed, sitting next to him like a well-behaved golden retriever.

Mother Yin looked at Leng Keyan with a gaze full of affection: “Xiaoyan, the more I see you, the more I like you. You’re so considerate and attentive, and you know how to take care of people.”

“Siyao, you really need to go easier on him from now on, understand?”

Yin Siyao: “······”

“After all, he’s so much younger than you,”

Mother Yin continued patiently, “You mustn’t always bully the little one. Be more understanding, more tolerant, and go easier on Xiaoyan a bit.”

Leng Keyan nodded vigorously beside her, as if saying, “Mom’s absolutely right.”

He even took her hand and sweetly said, “Mom, you really are so good to me.”

Mother Yin was delighted and patted Leng Keyan’s hand: “Good child.”

Watching the heartwarming scene between mother and son, Yin Siyao quietly picked up the water cup on the coffee table, took a sip, and slowly regained his composure.

After finishing, he set the cup down and calmly asked, “Mom, what kind of potion did Leng Keyan feed you?”

“Or did he bribe you somehow? Since when do you help an outsider teach your own son?”

Mother Yin was displeased at the comment.

Raising her eyebrows, she said, “What are you talking about, child? Outsider, not outsider—Xiaoyan is an outsider? You’re all together now, he’s family.”

Leng Keyan continued nodding beside her, grinning from ear to ear.

Mother Yin went on: “Xiaoyan is such a good kid. He just drank a little too much that day and acted a little drunk—he didn’t really do anything wrong.”

“Young people, who hasn’t had a little too much to drink? Do you have to always give people the cold shoulder and bully them?”

“Mom, you know he…”

Yin Siyao glanced at Leng Keyan, who was grinning maliciously, and felt his anger surge.

He opened his mouth, ready to reveal everything Leng Keyan had done while drunk, but he swallowed it back.

Last New Year, when they had come clean, he had admitted that he had “slept with” Leng Keyan.

Even if he wanted to explain now, they probably wouldn’t believe him—they’d just think he was a big guy bullying a small one.

Yin Siyao stayed silent for two seconds and closed his mouth.

Leng Keyan, seeing Yin Siyao’s frustrated yet powerless expression, laughed so hard his shoulders shook, struggling to hold back his expression—it was unbearable.

“I get it,” Yin Siyao said expressionlessly, standing up. “I’m tired. I’ll go shower first.”

Bedroom

After showering, Yin Siyao came out to find Leng Keyan already lying on the bed, holding a towel and smiling like a fool.

Yin Siyao rolled his eyes and walked over, sitting at the edge of the bed to play on his phone.

Leng Keyan quickly leaned in, carefully drying his hair.

Yin Siyao looked at his phone for a while, then suddenly asked, “Why don’t you book them a hotel?”

Leng Keyan looked up, confused: “Huh?”

Yin Siyao looked toward the door, lowering his voice: “They’re used to the countryside, getting up early.”

“Tomorrow, they’ll probably get up before dawn to make breakfast, and then call us to wake up. There’ll inevitably be noise, disturbing your sleep.”

Leng Keyan put down the towel, looking at him seriously: “Teacher Yin, when have I ever slept in?”

Yin Siyao was taken aback.

Indeed, Leng Keyan didn’t like sleeping in unless he was sleeping with him.

Normally, Leng Keyan woke up at six every day—either for a morning run, preparing breakfast, or reading medical literature.

This guy had endless energy, unlike a normal human, and never needed to sleep in.

Leng Keyan continued, “Besides, think about it: when Mom and Dad get up to make breakfast, I’ll already have something hot to eat without doing it myself. Isn’t that great?”

“And it’s in your hometown’s flavors, something money can’t buy. I can’t ask for more.”

He said it casually, smiling, but Yin Siyao understood.

This little dog wasn’t thinking about breakfast for himself—he was thinking about him.

He wanted his parents to stay at home so he could have more time with them.

Even if the time together was short, after work, he could at least chat with them a bit.

Looking at him, Yin Siyao suddenly felt a soft, aching feeling in his heart.

Especially his eyes—they felt hot.

Seeing Yin Siyao’s eyes redden, Leng Keyan’s voice softened: “What’s wrong? Did I upset you by acting on my own?”

“If you’re unhappy, just tell me. I promise I’ll behave. You can’t deduct points from me in your heart, or ignore me······”

Yin Siyao didn’t reply, just reached out, his voice soft and gentle: “Be good, lower your head. Let me touch you.”

Leng Keyan froze for a moment, then grinned, eyes curved like crescent moons.

He leaned closer, rubbing his head against Yin Siyao’s palm.

Yin Siyao was amused by the gesture and ruffled his head twice before withdrawing his hand.

Leng Keyan slid up along the arm: “Teacher Yin, not enough. Touch me more.”

He stretched toward Yin Siyao’s waist.

Yin Siyao had just showered, wearing only a loose silk bathrobe.

Still damp from the shower, his body emitted steam.

The silk robe, wet from water, clung to his skin, clearly outlining his lean waistline.

At that moment, he could distinctly feel a heavy weight pressing down on his hips.

“Can you not be such a beast······”

Yin Siyao raised a hand to rub his sore temple. “My parents are still home. Keep it down······”

“Yao Yao, this house uses the best soundproofing,”

Leng Keyan whimpered pitifully while pouting, “and there are two living rooms between us. As long as you don’t shout, they won’t hear a thing.”