Chapter 22: Beasts and beasts are not as good as

  The phone was finally answered by Qin Lang because his personality had no element of evasion, and what should be faced would eventually have to be faced.

  "Son, why did you just pick up the phone? Were you already asleep and woken up by Dad's call? Dad didn't mean to wake you up, but I just received news from back home that you were kidnapped at school. Dad was really worried and didn't care about the time difference."

  A familiar yet strange voice came from the receiver.

  Upon hearing the voice, Qin Lang's gaze involuntarily shifted to the photo frame hanging on the wall. The owner of the voice was the man in the military uniform who looked extraordinary in the group photo - his current father, Qin Fengyang.

  "Son, don't blame your father. Father received the news late while abroad, otherwise I wouldn't have called you until now." Perhaps due to his military background, Qin Fengyang's voice was very loud, but at this moment, he intentionally lowered it, as if afraid of startling his son.

  Qin Lang opened his mouth, but his throat was blocked.

  He suddenly realized he had no idea how to communicate with this man who should be called his father.

  "Son?"

  "Why aren't you saying anything, son?"

  "What's going on?"

  Qin Fengyang's tone became anxious as he couldn't hear his son's response for a long time.

  Feeling the man's heartfelt concern over the phone, Qin Lang's heart surged with warmth, and scenes of this man flashed through his mind one after another.

  The man who held his small hand and taught him how to walk.

  The man who got up in the middle of the night to cover him with a quilt.

  The man who ran around everywhere to cure his illness.

  The man who rushed up and punched someone in the face when he was scolded as a fool by others.

  All these figures overlapped, and the emotions that were thicker than water slowly filled his heart. A word almost rushed to his throat unimpeded, he wanted to suppress it, but it had already burst out.

  "Dad!"

  Loud and clear.

  As soon as the voice was heard, Qin Lang suddenly had tears in his eyes, but what followed was a strange feeling that spread throughout his body, as if something had been added to his soul.

  In a daze, he felt himself and the body's original owner were no longer distinguishable.

  Finally hearing his son's voice, Qin Fengyang hastily responded and asked, "What happened to you just now? Why didn't you speak for so long, was it because you were kidnapped and got a shock? Son, don't be afraid, Dad will book a ticket back home immediately."

  "I...I'm fine, you don't have to rush back." As soon as he spoke, Qin Lang discovered that the lump in his throat had vanished. But he was still not used to this kind of conversation between father and son, so his voice sounded very awkward.

  "Really nothing?" Qin Fengyang asked with concern.

  "It's really nothing." Qin Lang shook his head, only to realize that the other person couldn't see him, so he added: "The hijacker didn't hurt me at all. The police eventually shot and killed the hijacker on the spot. I'm fine now."

  "That's a relief." Qin Youyang visibly let out a sigh of relief, "Son, Dad's business abroad is still in the negotiation stage and it'll take some time before I can return to the country. Since you're fine, Dad won't rush back for now."

  "Uh, your business is urgent, I'm fine now, don't worry about me." After efforts to adjust and adapt, Qin Lang's voice had slowly begun to become more fluent.

  "Hey, son, guess who I ran into in Germany this time?" Qin Fengyang suddenly remembered something and said with a smile like he was coaxing a child: "Dad met your favorite singer Yan Ruyu. She happened to be in Germany for an event, so Dad took the opportunity to go help you get an autographed photo. She even wrote many encouraging words on the back of the photo especially for this loyal fan. When Dad returns to China, I'll give it to you as a gift."

  Singer?

  Is your face like jade?

  Qin Lang was taken aback for a moment, quickly rummaging through his memories, before finally understanding that this was originally the body's original owner's infatuation with a woman who sang quite well.

  For Qin Lang now, such a gift would obviously not arouse any interest in him.

  But he was still very moved in his heart, because he knew that this was a father who doted on his foolish son in an almost overindulgent way. No matter how busy the business was, no matter how tight the time was, he didn't forget to take time out to get his son's favorite singer's autograph.

  This is the father's love that he had always yearned for but never felt in his past life. Now, he has felt it in another way and accepted this paternal love completely without any hindrance.

  In the following days, Qin Lang brought this moving and nourishing fatherly love to communicate with this never-before-seen father more and more harmoniously.

  Qin Fengyang carefully asked about Qin Lang's recent life, how his studies were going, and advised him not to quarrel with his stepmother's brother, to move back to the villa, or to hire another nanny for him.

  Qin Lang was enjoying the concern in his father's words while responding to them. As for his father's advice, he naturally refused without hesitation. He didn't need a nanny or to live somewhere else; with his current state, living alone in this quiet old house was the most suitable arrangement.

  The phone call lasted for over an hour, and when it was about to hang up, Qin Fengyang said with a smile: "Son, I suddenly found out that in the past year or so, you not only got physically better, but also seemed to have cleared your mind. In the past, when you talked to me, it wasn't as clear and logical as it is now. It seems my son has good fortune and a bright future ahead of him, Dad is really happy."

  Upon hearing this, Qin Lang felt a bit uncomfortable in his heart. He was thinking that if this father knew the current him wasn't actually his true son, he wondered what kind of thoughts he would have?

  But this idea was soon dispelled by him.

  Since he has acknowledged his current identity and accepted this fatherly love, whether in the past or present, Qin Lang is still Qin Fengyang's son.

  The phone hung up.

  Qin Lang took a deep breath and his mouth curled up into a satisfied smile. "The feeling of having a home is really great."

  The clock on the wall had already pointed to a little past one o'clock, and Qin Lang's body was slowly seeping out of fatigue, but his spirit was extremely excited.

  He knew it was because of that phone call just now.

  He took a few steps, turned his gaze to the enchanting figure on the bed, and muttered: "In this old house, only this bed can accommodate people, unless tonight I have to squeeze with this female drunkard?"

  Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly felt something under his feet. He moved his foot and looked down to find the small packet that the skewer seller's boss had stuffed into his pocket when he left.

  "It seems that it was dropped when I just touched my phone." Qin Lang picked it up, looked at it twice, and the small packaging bag only had a date but no name. Thinking of the boss's squinting eyes before, he suddenly became curious.

  With a light tear, the contents of the packaging bag were revealed. It was an oily plastic sleeve. Qin Lang pulled it longer and furrowed his brow: "Strange, why does it look a bit familiar? Why did that boss stuff this thing into my hands when he left?"

  Because it looked familiar, Qin Lang thought that the memory of Qin Da Shuai should have information about this plastic case. He was just about to flip through it when a commotion came from the bed, and he turned his head to see Mei Da Zui Guo sitting up on the bed, dazedly getting out of bed.

  "Are you awake?" Qin Lang didn't even bother to tidy up the things in his hand, casually throwing them onto the bedside table as he went over to support Mei Yuxuan.

  "I'm so full, I need to pee." Mei Yu Yan was still in a drunken state, with half-closed eyes and a tone that carried the childish voice from when she sang children's songs earlier.

  Having drunk so much wine, it's strange if you don't want to pee. Qin Lang shook his head, "I'll take you to the bathroom."

  Out of the main house, Qin Lang supported Mei Yuyan who was staggering and came to a small room on the side. This room is smaller, later specially transformed into a more modern bathroom.

  As soon as the door opened, Mei Yu Yan pushed Qin Lang away and clumsily took off his pants and rushed to the toilet.

  Qin Lang was so frustrated that he couldn't help but laugh and cry as he closed the door, he wasn't the old Qin Da Shuai anymore, so he hadn't sunk to the point of taking advantage of the situation to sneak a peek.

  After waiting outside the door for a while, a voice suddenly came out of Qin Lang's body: "I am a small bird, wanting to fly, but no matter how hard I try, I just can't fly high..."

  This time, Qin Lang reacted quickly and immediately realized that someone had called again. As he fished out his phone, he couldn't help but wonder why the phone was so busy today, and they were all calling him in the middle of the night?

  However, when he took out his mobile phone and took a look, he found that his mobile phone didn't have any reaction at all.

  "Isn't it mine?" Qin Lang was taken aback for a moment, then thought of something and rummaged through another pocket, pulling out a wallet.

  This is Meiyu Yan's wallet, he paid the bill and put it in his own pocket.

  Taking out his phone from his wallet, Qin Lang couldn't help but think that this song was quite in line with Mei Yu Yan's mood.

  "Your phone, do you want to answer it?" Qin Lang shouted towards the house, but there was no response, which made him frown, this woman wouldn't fall asleep on the toilet, would she?

  He shouted a few more times, but still got no response, Qin Lang cast his gaze on the phone screen.

  On the screen, three words are flashing: Qian Dabing!

  "Hmm, so it's Qian Dabing's phone call. Calling so late to disturb Mei Yuanyuan, has he just been released?" Qin Lang curled his lips and hung up the phone decisively.

  Before the sulfuric acid was poured, Mei Yuxian still wanted to go back and take a look at Qian Dabing, but after the scare of the sulfuric acid, Mei Yuxian had completely forgotten about this matter. Qin Lang obviously wouldn't pay attention to the movements of this clown, so he wasn't aware that Qian Dabing was released with a swollen face soon after they left.

  The mobile phone rang again soon, this time Qin Lang didn't hang up again, but instead answered it for Mei Yuxuan.

  Qian Dabing's sorrowful voice rang out: "Yu Yan, I'm in the hospital right now, just finished my examination, and only thought of calling you. Didn't wake you up from sleep, did I? Alas, what happened to you today? Why were you hugging that fool? Do you know how heartbroken and angry I was when I saw it? If not for that, I wouldn't have gotten into trouble and been taken away by the police. Alas, I wish the person holding you was me. Yu Yan, why can't you just give me a chance? As long as you agree to be my girlfriend, I promise not to mind your past, treat you well, and pamper you."

  Qin Lang originally wanted to get rid of this clown with just a few words, but after hearing Qian Dabing repeatedly calling himself an idiot three or four times, he got a little angry.

  He sneered and said, "Qian Dabing, I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed. Even if Teacher Mei has a crush on me, this fool, she won't have any feelings for you. You might as well give up that idea."

  "You... you're Qin Da Sha? How did you get Yu Yan's phone number? Where is Yu Yan? What have you done to her? Let me tell you, Qin Da Sha, if you dare to touch a single hair on Yu Yan's head, I'll skin you alive!" Hearing that it was Qin Lang's voice, Qian Da Bing's voice suddenly became excited and furious.

  "Teacher Mei is in the bathroom." Qin Lang deliberately provoked Qian Dabing.

  Qian Dabing was indeed stimulated, stuttering and saying: "Wei... Wei bathroom? Which... which Wei bathroom? So late, how could Yu Xuan be with you?"

  "Of course it's in the bathroom of my house, okay, I won't waste any more words on you, that's it." After saying this, Qin Lang hung up the phone without caring about the person on the other end who was still yelling, and then turned off his phone.

  Put the phone back in his wallet, Qin Lang knocked on the door a few times, but there was still no response inside. He couldn't wait any longer and directly pushed open the door.

  As soon as the door opened, Qin Lang's eyes widened and his heart started racing without warning.

  Mei Yu Yan indeed fell asleep on the toilet, but her pants had slipped down halfway, revealing pink underwear, smooth white thighs, and a plump buttocks that perfectly fell into Qin Lang's line of sight.

  It took Qin Lang a long time to come back to his senses, shaking his head and sighing: "Women really can't drink, if it were Qian Dabing now, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to stay clean tonight."

  He suppressed the heat in his body, lifted Mei Yu Yan up, and stretched out one hand to help her put on her pants. But it was unclear whether the pants were too tight or he had no experience, after half a day of trying, he still couldn't help Mei Yu Yan pull up her pants, instead, his hand lightly touched the full and white buttocks several times, with a slight dampness remaining on the back of his hand.

  Unable to put on his pants, Qin Lang simply gave up and directly half-carried Mei Yuxuan back to the big house bed.

  Put her on the bed and lie down well. Qin Lang's gaze couldn't help but fall on that half-exposed buttocks, and the burning sensation in his heart became stronger.

  "This woman is going to be the death of me." Qin Lang forcibly withdrew his gaze, picked up the lukewarm water on the bed and gulped it down, only then did the scorching sensation in his heart slightly subside.

  However, after being tossed around like this, his sleepiness seemed to be temporarily suppressed. He didn't dare look at the woman on the bed with his eyes again, fearing that he couldn't suppress his heat and do something.

  Although he is not a gentleman, he doesn't want to take advantage of others' misfortunes either. Moreover, this woman is already pitiful, why make things worse by rubbing salt into her wounds?

  Tossing and turning, Qin Lang decided to turn on the TV and watch it. Since coming to this world, he hadn't really watched TV before, so for him, this was a relatively novel thing, and at the same time, he could gain a more intuitive understanding of this world through this object.

  The screen lit up, and a comedian with a big head and thick neck was telling a joke: "A man and a woman who were colleagues on a business trip had their car break down halfway. They found a small inn to stay in, but there was only one bed. The woman drew a line in the middle of the bed before sleeping, emphasizing that the man must not cross it, or he would be a beast. Nothing happened that night, and the next day, the man said to the woman, 'I'm not a beast, am I?' The woman nodded, 'You're not a beast, you're worse than a beast.'"

  Applause erupted from the audience on TV.

  Qin Lang was stunned, and he slowly turned his head to look at the woman on the bed. In his heart, there was only one thought: Am I a beast? Or am I even worse than a beast?