The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 332: Nothing but Giants

Chapter 332: Nothing but Giants

Xu Hu Zhe was a late bloomer, with no family to trace his lineage back to, so one could only speculate about his lineage. Xuan Yang, on the other hand, had a clear inheritance to look back at.

Yet, it didn’t make very much sense at all.

Xuan Yang should just be a descendant of the snake clan of Dongzhou, but he was entirely too tall to be that degenerate’s descendant alone. In addition, he had black scales.

It wasn’t impossible, but it wasn’t likely to have black scales from what should be descendants of a green garden snake like beast.

Bo’s thoughts might seem a bit harsh, but they had too much truth to them.

The people of this continent don’t understand that Xuan Yang isn’t just a regular black snake...he seemed like a general black snake with his spattered of scales that he can’t control, but his bloodline is too strong.

Even if he did grow up with Master Jian, it made no sense to those who weren’t from the continent.

Then finally, the dead fox—fox who was still playing dead—perversion aside, the silver hair could only be fox or dragon bloodlines, and the fox exiled to Dongzhou wasn’t of a bloodline high enough to even look a silver fox in the eyes.

Was Xu Feng a Moon Kissed fox? Or maybe a Noble Silver Fox? Either one was too precious to stay captive in this forsaken continent. He (Bo) could rot here, but this fox, this fake Xuan young master, his young master (Xuan Jian), and the beansprout (Xu Hu Zhe), none of them should waste away in this place where the birds don’t shit.

It was a waste of potential.

"Speak." Xuan Jian called out, annoyed that their alone time was cut short. He was enjoying time with his lovers. They had become more intimate recently, and the babies weren’t the only focus.

Having their alone time taken away was too much, and it was initiated by one of his men, Bo needed to learn better manners. Perhaps he should be given a punishment...

If he really wanted to punish anyone, he would rather involve one or both of his lovers, petty and pettier.

Petty was currently pretending to read his book once again, but he was clearly not in a good mood after being interrupted. He would have a sinister punishment indeed.

Pettier was still playing dead against Xuan Jian’s body, his face still a bright red, like he was in a deep sleep, but his eyes occasionally twitched giving him away. This sly fox, would surely have an even better punishment than Yang...if Xuan Jian didn’t tell him who was getting punished.

Feng Feng had more of a heart than Yang. There was no need to argue the point. One was missing part of his soul, and was raised a young master, he was bound to be cold.

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The news Bo brought was even worse than the disruption, AND it was before they could even have dinner.

There was news from the capital. This time it wasn’t a simple letter from the patriarch or the matriarch, Xuan Yang’s biological parents. They had sent a retinue to deliver the announcement.

’If Xuan Yang didn’t come to visit them in the capital, they would come to him.’

Who was included in this ’they’?—Lady Xuan and Xuan Muyang of course. But that wasn’t all, the old men were coming too.

It would be like Xu Feng’s wedding all over again. The four supposed elders of the Xuan family wanted to lord their status as elders over the new bride. It had been months, and Xu Feng had successfully kept Xuan Yang away from them.

He had even managed to mar their reputation in the capital. Xu Feng should have been a well kept secret, but he wasn’t being low key enough for them. Their dirty little secret needed to be kept in check.

Xu Feng lurched up, like rising from the dead as soon as Muyang’s name was mentioned. He was immediately filled with nausea, the bile threatening to spill out from his throat, and color the greenhouse.

He hadn’t felt nausous recently, but Muyang was a creep. He was nothing like his son. One was quiet, calculating, and protective, the other was lecherous, indulgent, and pompous.

In Xu Feng’s mind, Xuan Muyang was a creepy creep, who openly without any repercussions from his family, wanted to sleep with his son’s wife, literally the day after his son consummated their marriage, ON THEIR WEDDING NIGHT.

The whole thing was messed up.

Wanting to sleep with your daughter in law, was just the beginning.

Want to throw up? Hah!

Xu Feng did better, he actually threw up...

As Xuan Jian rubbed Xu Feng’s back soothingly, his strong hands applying gentle pressure, Xuan Yang stood close by, holding up Xu Feng’s hair as he leaned over a basin, retching uncontrollably.

Each heave brought with it a wave of embarrassment, the image of Xuan Muyang flashing in his mind, intensifying his nausea.

"Ugh," Xu Feng groaned, the sound muffled by the effort of emptying his stomach. He wasn’t trying to act cute or seek sympathy; this was pure discomfort. It felt as though he had revisited more than just his lunch and breakfast, his insides churning with an unpleasant mixture of regret and revulsion.

Despite the embarrassment of vomiting in front of an audience, Xu Feng found some solace in the fact that Xuan Jian and Xuan Yang were there to support him. Their presence, their steady hands offering comfort, eased some of the distress he felt.

As the retching subsided, Xu Feng leaned back, his breathing ragged as he tried to regain his composure. The two naughty children growing within him remained still, their movements stilled by the exhaustion of the day.

The smell in the greenhouse was unpleasant, a lingering reminder of his body’s revolt against him. Xu Feng couldn’t help but feel a pang of frustration, his happy place was now tainted by the unpleasant aftermath of his sickness.

Another soft moan escaped his lips, but this time it wasn’t out of physical pain. It was the frustration of feeling overwhelmed, the weight of his emotions threatening to overwhelm him. Tears welled up in his eyes against his will.

Being pregnant was hard.

Having emotions was hard.

Being a living, breathing entity was hard.

He would rather be an inanimate object.