Chapter One

Song Bai and Lu Fu Cheng had the biggest conflict in history, and Song Bai's anger had been simmering for three to five months before finally erupting on October 1st. However, it couldn't be considered a real conflict as it was only Song Bai making a fuss unilaterally.

Lu Fucheng is really busy with his work in interior design. Working overtime and staying up late to modify drawings is a common thing for him, and he also has to go to the site to make adjustments at any time. In addition, he has a strict and serious attitude towards work, which usually makes him neglect Song Bai a little bit.

Their plan for an outing was postponed from Labor Day until almost National Day. Song Bai was sensible, and this time, he asked several times if it was certain they were going out. Lu Fu Cheng nodded and said there were no problems.

After work, Song Bai went home and stayed up for three to five days straight to make a plan and book the ticket. However, Lu Fucheng had a last-minute change of plans and couldn't go out.

Song Bai was really aggrieved, he ripped apart the notebook full of route instructions and strategies for various small shops in front of Lu Fucheng.

Is there someone else outside?!

Liu Fucheng grew up spoiling Song Baizhang and was already afraid of making him angry. After being asked this way, his legs went weak.

What are you talking about? I was in the wrong. But this opportunity is really rare. With the money I saved up and if everything goes well, I can buy a house under your name directly. Lu Fucheng hugged him and comforted him by massaging his black hair. It's a job that my older sister introduced to me, in a high-end apartment complex located in Jing'an District. The investor requires very little input and lets me do it according to my own preferences.

Song Bai refused to speak. He had originally thought that as long as he could be with this person and be happy every day, that would be enough for him. Song Bai really didn't care about how long it would take for Lu Fucheng to save up for a house in Shanghai.

A Bai...you have to be good. Lu Fucheng sighed softly, and underneath his long eyelashes were light brown pupils, the warm and gentle hue that was most familiar to Song Bai. There's still a long way to go in the future.

In the days to come, we still have a long way to go. This is the sentence that Lu Fucheng said to Song Bai the most.

When Song Bai was born, Lu Fucheng was five years old and lived opposite his house. Both of them were raised by their grandparents and had a special bond since childhood. Lu Fucheng doted on him, starting with the saved-up White Rabbit milk candies and up until now, where he wants to give Song Bai a set of houses for both of them.

Don't be angry, Baibai, said Lu Fucheng to Song Bai, as he always stumbled over his words and even apologizing was a convoluted process for him. Don't be angry, it's my mistake.

Although Song Bai was angry, he knew that Lu Fucheng had been working hard for himself all this time. Lu Fucheng is not a person who desires wealth and money, he has had a pure love for painting since he was young. He doesn't do it just for a living, but spends his days either doodling in a small office that is like a pigeon coop, or getting dusty on site.

Song Bai's attitude finally softened a bit: '...Your myositis is getting better, and you have to take on more work. If you make your hand useless one day, I won't work with you anymore.'

Lufucheng is just someone who takes things too seriously: 'If my hands are injured, then I won't hold you up.'

The remaining fire from Song Bai was completely extinguished. He opened his mouth and said, 'You can go cook now.'

Tomorrow I have to work overtime, can you make me some snacks to eat? Lu Fucheng pinched Song Bai's fingers, tilting his head to negotiate. Even the golden retriever downstairs wasn't as delicate and coquettish as he was. It doesn't have to be too complicated, just some cookies will do. (translated in American English)

When Song Bai was in school, he didn't study well. However, he wasn't dumb - it's possible that his mind was just not naturally inclined towards academics. He went to a vocational school during high school and studied culinary arts. He was extremely talented in this field and was able to do everything quickly and with great skill.

Provoking me and still wanting to eat cookies? Song Bai let out a scoff and pushed him away, then hesitated for a moment on the way back to the bedroom, before turning around and walking straight into the kitchen. Should I put raisins or almonds in them?

In the end, Song Bai made two kinds, neatly arranged and packed them into a small box. The almonds were placed at the bottom and the raisins were placed on top. As soon as the oven was opened, the sweet aroma spread throughout the entire room.

For the first time in nearly two months, Lu Fucheng slept so well, holding Song Bai tightly in his arms. He felt like he was hugging a tiny sweet biscuit, exuding the sweetness of milk and artificial sugar flavor all over his body.

Lufucheng Number 2 could only stay at home for most of the day, and the two of them spent their time together in the small rental apartment.

Their bedroom faces the sun, and in the early morning, they pull back half of the curtains, letting the warm and sparkling sunlight flood in. Song Bai has a good complexion, with a cold white that's like warm jade all over his body. As he rests in the embrace of Lu Fucheng, he's warmed by a thin layer of sweat, and when the sunlight shines over them, it's slightly dazzling.

Lufucheng is the most consistent man that Songbai has ever met. Even his affection is gentle and deliberate, just like his usual self. Yet, there is also a hint of teasing itchiness in him.

Song Bai hooked her arms around Lu Fu Cheng's neck, and coquettishly shouted, 'Cheng Cheng, Cheng Cheng...'

Liu Fucheng softly replied, 'My dear, I love you.'

His love for Song Bai was almost engraved in his bones. Even in matters like this, he was meticulously attentive to Song Bai's comfort and never teased him.

Song Bai is like a flower nurtured by Lu Fucheng, and has finally bloomed a little. The small petals are chubby and trembling, how can one bear to bully it?

At noon, he finished bathing and cooking for Song Bai before tidying up and preparing to go out.

When Song Bai saw that he was about to leave, his face turned sullen. He kicked the wheat straw pillow belonging to Lu Fucheng off the bed with a thud. Lu Fucheng, hearing the commotion, turned back and half-squatted to face Song Bai as they spoke.

(Note: translations may vary depending on the context and the literary style of the specific novel.)

If you want to throw it again, I'll pick it up for you. If you don't want to throw it, I'll take it to the balcony to dry it out. Lu Fucheng had been working at his desk for too long, and his spine wasn't in great shape. This was the only hard pillow he had been given for his home.

Song Bai couldn't continue with his unreasonable behavior. He tilted his chin and decided to give in: 'Fine, I won't throw it.'

Liu Fucheng smiled and kissed his cheek. He doted on the child more than anyone else: 'Abai is such a good boy. I'll carve you a little wooden boat when I have time.'

Song Bai loved the wooden boats that Lu Fucheng made the most. His craftsmanship was particularly skillful, and he could even carve patterns. When he was a child, Song Bai loved showing off the little things that Lu Fucheng made for him among a group of children.

Song Bai leaned on Lu Fucheng for a while, and in the end, couldn't find any reason to hold onto him any longer, so he advised him to take some biscuits and eat them in the evening.

After Lu Fucheng left, Song Bai found himself bored lying down. He got up to water the plants, then played two rounds of games after finishing his meal.

Unsurprisingly, he lost. He spent more time arguing with the flamers than playing the game.

Lufu Cheng is very intelligent and can quickly learn anything he plays. Sometimes, Song Bai even asks him to play a few games of rank so he can help him. Lufu Cheng is really the perfect boyfriend in the world. Song Bai was a little proud and calculated that he should also learn some Chinese cuisine to improve Lufu Cheng's diet.

He has been on vacation for the past few days. The chain bakery he works at is moving and he's been busy organizing things at the new location. Song Bai doesn't like the new address because it's far from home. He always feels like he's going to lose a few pounds after work, riding the subway during rush hour. But he later calculated the route and found that this store is very close to Lu Fu Cheng's studio. Coincidentally, he has a half-day shift off and can suddenly go check in at work.

Song Bai put on her shoes and went out, intending to browse the bookstore to see if there were any new cookbooks available. She wanted to properly treat Lu Fu Cheng when he had some free time.