Mr. Rong’s Lovelorn Diary

Chapter 32: Is your cooking edible? Translator: DragonRider

This box looked really familiar.

And the reason why it appeared in this room was not hard to guess. Rong Yi’s ears turned red when he pictured the scene when Chen Keyao’s mother made a point to bring it here.

Therefore, wouldn’t it have been great if it had been thrown out directly at that time. It was all Chen Keyao’s fault. Now there would be endless troubles.

He moved the box aside and picked up the well-wrapped axe. After careful examination, it was found that the stick below and the square flat boxes above were bundled together with tape. Rong Yi spent half a day tearing it up with all his strength. His brain, which was visibly slowed down by his physical discomfort, suddenly worked. In fact, he could find a pair of scissors.

But at the same time as he thought about it, his hand was still working hard, and finally he achieved a momentary victory. The box encased the stick flew out in an instant, hit Chen Keyao’s bookshelf, and made a “bang” sound. Then a book fell off the shelf.

Rong Yi rushed over, looked down and was pleasantly surprised.

The book lying on the floor was a novel that he had read in college. This series was very popular for a while. The author was an up-and-coming beautiful woman writer at that time. Mo Yufei had starred in a movie adapted from a follow-up series and made a hit with it. Rong Yi wss very fond of this series. Unfortunately, because he didn’t manage to get a full collection all the best-selling books due to their popularity, he had always regretted that. It was rare for Chen Keyao and him to have such a common interest.

He picked up the book and examined it carefully. He was about to put it back on the shelf after confirming that it had not been damaged. The door opened behind him.

Chen Keyao poked in and said, “Do you have any problem?”

Rong Yi shook his head.

Then he felt a strong dizziness caused by the sudden shaking and he staggered several steps to the side.

“No problem? So you’re just putting on a show right now?”

Rong Yi frowned: “You are so annoying, just get out.”

“Teacher, can you stop courting?” The young man followed Chen Keyao closely. “And give me some time first…”

“No,” interrupted Rong Yi. “He’s my landlord. I rent from him and I pay for it. Don’t get me wrong.”

The young man turned to look at him and then showed a doubtful expression: “Do you sleep in the same room with your landlord?”

“Uh…”

The young man looked in again. “And there is only one bed in the room?”

Rong Yi did not know what to explain for a while.

More embarrassingly, the young man finally rested his eyes on that opened box of strawberry-flavoured condoms.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and then looked up at Rong Yi: “… How much do you pay?

Rong Yi suddenly remembered that as of last night, his landlord had just waived his rent for this month.

But just as he was struggling to explain the matter concisely and clearly, the young man had already started howling at Chen Keyao loudly.

“Teacher, surely you’re not as desperate as this, are you?!” He was totally freaked out. “You’d rather make this hard cash than continue writing?”

Chen Keyao took him by the back of his neck and pulled him out. “You can shut up now.”

Then the door was closed again.

Rong Yi stayed dazed for a while, then turned around to put the book in his arms back on the bookshelf. The door was opened again.

Chen Keyao came in and handed him a thermometer.

Rong Yi continued to dismantle the delivery with the thermometer in his mouth.

It turned out that the stick was a poster tube. Pulling out the contents and unfolding them, Rong Yi was immediately happily surprised.

This was the admission gift from the Mo Yufei Fan Club, which joined a little while ago. There was even an autograph from Mo Yufei on the poster. When the other box was opened, it showed a calendar, several fridge magnets and a mobile phone case, all of which were printed with beautiful pictures of his dream lover.

Rong Yi, holding the thermometer in his mouth and the poster in his hand, circled happily around the room, then suddenly heard the sound of door opening behind him again.

“Well, do you have… What are you doing?

Rong Yi turned around, then suddenly felt sheepish for some reason, and carefully hid the poster behind him.

There was no sight of the young man outside the door. He had probably left.

Chen Keyao frowned and walked up to him. He looked down at the pile around him. Then his face fell immediately. “What a mess.”

Rong Yi muttered with the thermometer in his mouth. Halfway through his sentence, Chen Keyao reached out and pulled the thermometer out of his mouth.

“Are you worried about breaking it with your teeth,” Chen Keyao checked the temperature with a stinky face, and then felt relieved. “Thirty-seven point six degrees, not bad.”

He put the thermometer on the table, and went to the living room, “Have you seen any antipyretic granules? I remember I bought some, but they are not in the medicine box.”

The contents of the medicine box were basically what Rong Yi had collected for him last time. There was nothing that one would normally need. In order to prevent this fellow from looking for the thermometer next time, Rong Yi quickly picked it up from the table and sent it to him.

“You go to sleep for a while,” Chen Keyao glanced at the poster in his hand after putting the thermometer in the medicine box. “Is that such a precious baby, still holding it in your arms?”

I just didn’t find a chance to let it go.

Chen Keyao did like Mo Yufei. It was obviously inappropriate to put these things in his room. But his room was occupied by Chen Keyao’s mother. Although she was not at home now, it was inconvenient to enter without permission.

“Let me warn you first,” Chen Keyao pointed to the poster. “This kind of thing is not allowed on the walls of my home.”

Rong Yi snorted softly. With the precious autograph on it, He did not intend to just stick the poster up anywhere random anyway.

“And those things, don’t display them.” Chen Keyao said.

Rong Yi raised his eyes to the ceiling and ignored him.

“Go to bed first,” Chen Keyao pointed to his room. “I’ll go out to buy you some medicine.”

After taking off his coat and slipping under Chen Keyao’s duvet, Rong Yi, though somewhat drowsy, still couldn’t fall asleep.

It seemed a bit strange now.

Chen Keyao was supposed to be his landlord, but now they took turns sleeping under the same duvet, and they didn’t need to pay rent. Not only was he not paying any rent, he was even getting money from Chen Keyao for their meal expenses.

And then, he came down with illness, and his landlord, who was already losing money, took the initiative to buy medicine for him.

It didn’t seem normal, no matter how one looked at it.

Following his usual logic, Rong Yi was starting to put himself in the standard idol drama routine already.

He would suddenly lose his inhibitor due to the physical discomfort and enter his heat period uncontrollably, and the only Alpha near him would certainly be affected. Then, two people who had loved each other in the past were excited by pheromones and ended up in a heated intercourse just like dried wood meeting fire, expressing their passionate love for each other with their bodies.

Afterwards, he would find himself confused by the Omega mark. Not knowing what to do, he would then have a quarrel with the Alpha who had marked him, and then stormed out with a broken heart.

And then, he would find himself pregnant.

The lonely Omega, after a series of inner drama, finally decided bravely to give birth to the child and raise him alone.

Years later, when the Omega was walking down the street with his young child, he saw a familiar face.

Suddenly the bedroom door was opened. Chen Keyao strode to the bedside and said, “Get up and take this medicine.”

Rong Yi woke up from his daydream.

He sat up, took the medicine that Chen Keyao had prepared for him, and drank it with a frown. Just when he was about to retreat back into bed, Chen Keyao handed him another cup of warm water.

“The medicine must have tasted awful. Now just gargle and wash the taste away.”

Rong Yi took a look at him, then took the water glass and drank it all at once.

“All right, go to sleep.” Chen Keyao went out with two empty cups. “Call me if you need anything. I’ll be in the living room.”

Rong Yi did not say a word, but nodded.

He leaned sideways and watched Chen Keyao walk out of the room and close the door carefully.

All that I’ve just imagined wouldn’t happen with this person. Wouldn’t work from the very beginning, because he would vomit at me like hell.

… What a frustrating guy.

Rong Yi sighed inside the duvet, then silently moved down, pulled the pillow that had been thrown on one of the stools last night under the duvet, and cuddled into it.

When he woke up, he felt much better.

He sat up, stretched out, and found an extra Thermos flask and a water cup on the bedside table.

The main idea might have been to make him drink more hot water.

Rong Yi poured himself half a glass of water. After taking a sip, he got out of bed and went to the toilet. Returning to the room, Rong Yi suddenly noticed a trace of anomaly.

In front of the table was a large piece of cloth covering Mo Yufei’s derivative products. Rong Yi had seen the cloth before. It was usually covering the TV in the living room which had never been switched on since he moved in.

Rong Yi frowned and lifted the cloth. He found that the items were still in good condition and had not been moved.

The fact that Chen Keyao chose to cover up these derivatives was not out of good will, but simply for the effect of ‘out of sight out of mind’.

After being shocked by such astonishing childishness, Rong Yi could not help laughing and walked out of the room.

There was no one in the living room, and the door to the room he used to live in was still shut. But there was a faint noise in the kitchen.

As he approached, he found that it was the sound of cooking.

“So you can cook, too,” he said, teasing as he walked in. “Is your cooking edible?”

“It should be all right,” A soft female voice answered him. “Although not particularly good at cooking, the taste should be generally OK.”

Rong Yi was instantly embarrassed.

“Sorry!” He apologized to Sister Lan, who was holding a spatula and smiling at him. “I thought it was…”

“He’s out,” said Sister Lan, who did not seem to mind. “He should be back soon. He went downstairs to the convenience store, saying that he had finished his yogurt.

Rong Yi stood behind her and watched her unskilful stir-frying moves, a little worried.

“Better let me do it.” He said.

“No, it’s my specialty.” Sister Lan waved. “Yao Yao said you were sick. The patient should have a good rest.”

Today, in this brightly lit environment, one could still detect the actual age of Sister Lan.

But this does not prevent Rong Yi from still feeling attracted to her.

Small in stature, but energetic and with a gentle temperament, plus her rather delicate facial features. It was not hard to imagine how popular an Omega she must have been when she was sixteen or seventeen.

Being a mother so early at that age must not have been a good experience.

… And especially when it was an annoying little boy like Chen Keyao.

Just as he was thinking about it, Chen Keyao, who had grown into an annoying big guy, came back, with a large bag of yogurt in his hand.

There’s a big bag of yogurt in my hand.