Evil Love Appears chapter 133
Extra Chapter 3: You don’t need to comfort me
“Xu Jiale, can you come and help me?”
When they were nearly done with the hotpot, Fu Jing couldn’t restrain himself any longer. While heading towards the kitchen, he said.
He thought he had been rather discreet about it. Throughout the meal, they had chatted and laughed, and there was no hint of his intentions. At most… he occasionally stared at Xu Jiale a bit longer than usual, watching to see if the Alpha was peeling prawns for his son, just like usual.
“Sure,” Xu Jiale responded, but instead of following immediately, he first tidied up the dishes on the table, giving himself a moment to think.
Fu Jing had called him “Xu Jiale,” not “Xiao Xu,” his full name. This immediately put Xu Jiale on alert. He was glancing at Fu Xiaoyu sitting next to him. The Omega appeared to be watching him, and so, they had a hasty, unplanned eye contact moment. Afterward, Fu Xiaoyu turned his head quickly.
A few seconds later, Fu Xiaoyu picked up his own bowl and, without looking at him, directly handed it to Xu Jiale. It was a typical Fu Xiaoyu move.
Xu Jiale immediately understood that this was due to Fu Xiaoyu’s guilt, and he was trying to act confident to cover it up.
Fu Xiaoyu, you’re good. You’re tattling to your dad, huh?
Xu Jiale’s eyes had a teasing glint. He took a deep breath, then walked swiftly towards the kitchen, giving Fu Jing a meaningful look.
“Uncle, I’ll do it, I’ll do it,” Xu Jiale didn’t let Fu Jing wash the dishes and utensils. Instead, he cleverly avoided the Omega and went straight to the sink, rolling up his sleeves.
From the moment he stepped into the kitchen, he had gone into combat mode silently.
The first step, proactively help out, and never make a mistake.
Normally, Fu Jing would never let Xu Jiale do any work, especially when the two kids came home. He usually sent Xu Jiale away and didn’t allow him to help with cooking and cleaning.
But this time was different.
He stood by the Alpha washing dishes, not budging, and asked directly, “Xu Jiale, did you make my son unhappy?”
Xu Jiale was well-prepared.
“Huh?” He asked casually as he wiped the porcelain bowls with dishwashing liquid. He turned to Fu Jing with a composed expression, “What did Xiaoyu say?”
“He…” Fu Jing was nearly entrapped but then immediately turned stern, “Never mind how he said it. Did you two have a disagreement?”
Fu Jing was at a loss, for he didn’t know exactly what had happened, as Fu Xiaoyu had been ambiguous in his explanation.
Xu Jiale’s eyes, hidden behind his glasses, had a faint smile. He replied calmly, “Uncle, you’re taking this too seriously. Xiaoyu and I were just fooling around last night, and things got a bit too real. That’s why he started giving me the cold shoulder this morning, to make me feel bad.”
“But don’t you…” Fu Jing began to ask but stopped himself.
For some reason, the way Xu Jiale calmly explained while doing the dishes made it hard to be angry with him.
“Don’t you try to comfort him? You Just let him be in a bad mood like this?”
Though he had a vague sense that it was merely a little lover’s quarrel, Fu Jing couldn’t help but frown.
His anxious and protective behavior, as well as his stubbornness, resembled Fu Xiaoyu.
In any case, how could he leave his son hanging like this?
Perhaps it was their striking similarities that prompted him to ask the same questions that were on Fu Xiaoyu’s mind.
This time, Xu Jiale finally laughed softly and then took a deep breath. He turned to Fu Jing, saying, “Uncle, how could I not comfort him? In a little while… Can I start calling you Dad?”
Fu Jing’s nose inexplicably felt a little sour. He hadn’t immediately responded but then heard Xu Jiale softly hiss.
“What’s wrong?” Fu Jing asked.
“Nothing, I accidentally got dish soap on my wound,” Xu Jiale replied casually while rinsing his arm.
“Why are you washing dishes with a wound?” Fu Jing scolded, pushing Xu Jiale aside. This allowed him to see the two red marks on the Alpha’s exposed forearm, clearly caused by scratching. “What’s this on your arm?”
He didn’t finish the sentence, as he immediately realized the answer. His tone stumbled as he spoke.
What’s wrong with my son?
Xu Jiale narrowed his eyes and smiled mischievously. He gave a meaningful look and said, “Fun and games.”
“For someone your age, you’re still so childish,” Fu Jing muttered, taking the last two bowls from Xu Jiale, “If you’re fighting, don’t stay here. You’re in the way.”
It was hard to determine if his criticism was directed at Xu Jiale or Fu Xiaoyu.
…
When Xu Jiale walked out of the kitchen alone, Tang Ning had gone to the bedroom to answer a call, leaving Fu Xiaoyu sitting at the table, eating cherries.
Fu Xiaoyu deliberately glanced at Xu Jiale’s expression.
“How are they? Are the cherries sweet?” Xu Jiale asked calmly from behind him.
“They’re alright,” Fu Xiaoyu replied.
Why did Xu Jiale appear as though he hadn’t been seriously scolded?
Fu Xiaoyu was puzzled and somewhat frustrated, but he placed the cherry pits in a small dish, stood up, and quickly headed in the direction of the bathroom.
In fact, he had been secretly paying attention to the commotion in the kitchen, and he had been holding it in for a long time.
Perhaps due to his urgency and the fact that there was no one in the living room except Xu Jiale, he didn’t even lock the door as he walked directly to the toilet.
Just as Fu Xiaoyu was about to fasten his pants after finishing, he suddenly heard the door creak open. Before he could react, he felt a warm, tall body approaching him from behind, and then…
“Xu Jiale!” Fu Xiaoyu almost jumped up. “You!”
His face quickly turned red, but for a moment, he couldn’t struggle at all because his crotch had been directly seized by the Alpha.
Being seized in this situation was an entirely different level of embarrassment compared to being held during lovemaking.
Fu Xiaoyu’s voice was trembling as he exclaimed, “Let go.”
“Fu Xiaoyu.”
Of course, Xu Jiale didn’t let go. He circled his other arm around Fu Xiaoyu’s waist and whispered his full name.
He stood behind Fu Xiaoyu, his nose near the sweet-smelling gland on the Omega’s neck, and moved slightly a couple of times. “Snitched to your dad, huh?”
“What did you tell your dad?” Xu Jiale asked.
His voice was deep and magnetic, and he continued to inquire softly near Fu Xiaoyu’s ear, “Did you tell him I didn’t comfort you? Did you tell him I left your ass sore?”
“I…,” in the dimly lit bathroom, it was dim.
Fu Xiaoyu’s face was very red, and even his nose was sweating.
In theory, he was the one wronged.
After all, it was Xu Jiale who caused him pain and didn’t comfort him. He should have fiercely demanded that the Alpha let go. But…
“I didn’t.”
In the end, he chose to deny it quietly, and then made his request again, “Xu Jiale, please, let go.”
He was feeling very embarrassed now.
But despite his repeated and intense pleas, Xu Jiale continued to hold him tightly and didn’t say anything.
In the moment of silence in the darkness, Fu Xiaoyu could almost hear his own heart beating rapidly.
“Kitten,” Xu Jiale suddenly chuckled softly. He deliberately gave Fu Xiaoyu’s crotch a little shake. “Have you finished peeing?”
“…”
How could there be such a shameless person as Xu Jiale in this world?
Fu Xiaoyu shivered all over, and he instinctively wanted to escape, but Xu Jiale had him firmly locked in his embrace. Panicking, he said, “I’ve… I’ve finished.”
“Just now, your dad criticized me really harshly,” Xu Jiale said in a hot breath. He slowly kissed the back of Fu Xiaoyu’s neck and softly said, “How would you like me to comfort you? Is your ass still sore? Do you want me to check right now?”
“I’m not sore!” Fu Xiaoyu almost jumped up. He clung tightly to Xu Jiale’s other hand. “You don’t need to comfort me.”
Regardless, he absolutely wouldn’t let Xu Jiale see his ass here.
“Say that again.” Xu Jiale chuckled softly near his ear.
Fu Xiaoyu just remained silent
Xu Jiale loosened his grip briefly but immediately held onto his crotch again. “Kitten, say it again.”
“Alright,” Fu Xiaoyu was truly flustered, and he bit his lip. Finally, he squeezed out these few words full of grievance from between his teeth. “You really don’t need to comfort me…”