I fucking love them so Much. So much. Luo wenzhou is SUCH a dad, in a way a lover I personally think shouldn't be but hey it works for Them so who am I to say, just like that level of yelling and lecturing is SO unnecessary but like? For Fei Du its so opposite of his own dad, so safe and non threatening. Being manhandled by Luo wenzhou? It's out of love and a reminder Luo wenzhou views him so Mundanely and Normally and is so comfortable touching him regularly, a reminder Luo wenzhous his home where they just do that to each other, Luo wenzhous awful lectures aren't "a parent he's failed who's like God to him as a child causing abandonment fear issues" (which fei dus dads terrible "lessons" most certainly were and abandoment felt like potential death), but instead it's "this person who loved him So much he's lecturing like The only thing he knows how to do because he is Not going to abandon fei du no matter what." With these two menaces Shixiong is a million things, including fei du the lover trying to sweettalk his man and fei du the brat trying to suck up to his guardian, it's fei du giving him a kiss on the lips to get his way and Luo wenzhou seeing him as an Absolute playboy scoundrel.... but also HIS man, his immature brat who he'll forgive for trying to play him, his fei du to spank and tell off and put in his place to "mind yourself until dinners over." And it's also just so goddamn domestic and all their dynamics interweave into this one whole that's so natural and warm for both of them but so many things at once. (And then of course, Luo wenzhou is the one afraid of fei du dying to the point of past a lovers concern, cause he loves like a fantasy epic, like a guardian angel would love, while also assuming fei du only knows to love like a man playing with a temporary meal - though he'd die for Luo wenzhou which is love but it's Own problem since Luo wenzhou doesn't want him in danger. And Luo wenzhou reverting to caretaker bossing around when he's worried for fei du and fei du just... totally comfortable with it as ridiculous as it is. Is it any wonder their word for lover/baby/darling is shixiong). Also luo wenzhou just.. loves so openly and vulnerably.
Quote chapter 94:
Luo Wenzhou’s heavy heart seemed to have had a maglev installed; it rose in midair with a flutter, swimming around his chest. He focused, then casually strolled over to the car’s window, bending down and planning to knock, when his surprise suddenly turned to fright—
He didn’t know how long Fei Du had been waiting; he was curled up in the driver’s seat asleep. The heating inside the car was obviously turned up high, and he, perhaps afraid of the cold, had the doors and windows tightly sealed!
A cold breath inundated Luo Wenzhou’s chest, his lungs nearly bursting, and he hit the car window a few times. “Fei Du! Fei Du!”
When he was getting ready to break open the door, Fei Du finally woke up. He moved somewhat hazily, as if he’d forgotten where he was, then noticed the sound next to him.
Fei Du rubbed his eyes and unlocked the car door. “Did you get off…”
Before he finished asking the question, Luo Wenzhou grabbed his collar and pulled him out of the car, howling into his ear, “Were you trying to die, or do you have no fucking common sense!”
Fei Du stumbled. Suddenly pulled from the inside of the car that was as warm as springtime into the cold wintry air, he shivered, thoroughly waking up, realizing what he’d done—Fei Du hadn’t meant to smother himself; he’d gotten out of the car to stroll around while waiting for Luo Wenzhou, but he really couldn’t stand the cold and had gone back to the car to warm up for a while. He just hadn’t expected that his stay in the hospital would have injured him to such a degree; before the blood had fully circulated to his hands and feet, he’d accidentally fallen asleep.
Fei Du very rarely did stupid things like this in front of others; he was quite upset. “I actually…”
“Go, go, get the hell over there.” In his rage, Luo Wenzhou didn’t want to hear his explanations. Pushing and pulling, he tossed Fei Du into the passenger’s seat, then charged around and got into the car, pulling out of the parking spot like a whirlwind, leaving a ten-meter trail of exhaust. Then he remembered something and, swearing, got out of the car and brought over the forgotten bicycle and box of meat, dragging them into the trunk.
He slammed the car door thunderously and furiously drove home.
Fei Du had reached his present age with little experience of people howling into his ear. His ears rang from Luo Wenzhou’s outburst, and he hadn’t quite pulled himself together, like Luo Yiguo after knocking over and breaking a porcelain bowl.
After a period of dumb staring, he finally pulled himself together. To cover up the awkwardness, he showed an overly slick smile, put one hand on his head and the other, very ill-manneredly, on Luo Wenzhou’s thigh. Lowering his voice, he said, “Shixiong, are you so worried about me?”
Luo Wenzhou didn’t want to fool around with him. He slapped away his paw. “Get away.”
The invincible President Fei instantly changed tactics, slowing his voice. “I was just too cold and got in to warm up. I wasn’t going to stay long. I was…oh, I was resting my eyes just now.”
Luo Wenzhou coldly said, “Were you resting your ears, too?”
Fei Du: “…”
Fei Du’s few sentences of justification started up a counter-reaction. Luo Wenzhou had recovered from his initial almost overpowering fear, and it was as if some button had been pressed; he took a deep breath and unleashed a lengthy and explosive lecture upon Fei Du.
Luo Wenzhou naturally came by his superior ability to improvise lectures and scoldings from his father. Starting from an enumeration of every shameful thing Fei Du had ever done, he came down to him thoroughly forgetting the doctor’s orders as soon as he’d gotten out of the hospital, going out to play who knew where first thing in the morning, trying to make himself sick.
Finally, he issued a rather forceful question in response to Fei Du’s paltry explanation. “You’re cold? If you’re cold, why don’t you wear long underwear?!”
This question rendered Fei Du speechless. He could only keep quiet, listening to the lecture all the way home, not attempting to put in another word.
Seeing that, after going inside with the box of cured meat in one hand and the clanking bicycle under the other arm, Luo Wenzhou still showed no signs of ceasing hostilities, Fei Du, without any warning, suddenly hugged him, kissing him like a surprise attack, this time saying the proper lines. “Shixiong, I was wrong.”
“…” Luo Wenzhou kept his face as stern as possible, but his voice relaxed uncontrollably. “Don’t give me that.”
Fei Du lowered his head slightly, burying his face against his neck. He thought about it, then said, “Can I make it up to you with my body?”
Luo Wenzhou had known he couldn’t expect anything good to come out of a scoundrel’s mouth. He lightly smacked the small of his back, then gave him the bicycle, saying, “You can put the bike away in the basement—get some exercise before we eat, you look like you need it.”
Fei Du knew when to quit. He held the handlebars, pushing the big, crude bike into the basement. There was a full-length mirror on the cabinet in the stairwell. Coming back up, he carelessly looked up and found that there was a rather indistinct smile at the corners of his mouth.
The bicycle’s chain had just been oiled; Fei Du’s neatly pressed pant leg had picked up a clear stain in the process of moving the bike. He paused, as if not understanding what he had to smile about. Just then, Luo Wenzhou hurried him from the kitchen. “Don’t just wait around to eat, come over here and help. Can you wash vegetables?”
The one-time domineering director-general, reduced to being a porter and vegetable-washing lackey, scratched his nose. “…no.”
Luo Wenzhou said, “You can’t do anything! You’re as useless as Luo Yiguo… Ah, you little whelps!”
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