The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 572: Husband, Oh Husband

Chapter 572: Husband, Oh Husband

Xu Feng wanted to find out what Momo was hiding, but he also knew his friend well enough to understand that when he was ready, he would talk. This wasn’t a matter to pry into—at least, not yet.

If anything, this worked out in his favor.

Bai Mo was sitting for the Juren exam in just three days. He shouldn’t even be entertaining guests, let alone running around with them. Shopping would have to be postponed. Xu Feng had other priorities anyway. His home needed attention first.

The Juren exam was the provincial exam and would be held right here in Yilin Town, a provincial capital, at the same venue where Bai Mo and he had sat for the Shengyaun exam in the spring. There was no need for travel until the final, Jinshi, exam a year later, which would take him to the capital.

"Then I’ll see you off to the exam hall," Xu Feng said, his tone lighter than before.

At that, Bai Mo blinked, his fox ears twitching before his cheeks slowly flushed a light pink. His gaze shifted to the side, sneaking a glance at Xu Hu Zhe and Xu Zeng, who were standing near the carriage, making final preparations.

"My former fiancé," Bai Mo began hesitantly, "has sent several calling cards to me recently... everything is pushing me forward."

Xu Feng’s face immediately darkened.

The bastard. The stinky dastard.

He had met that wretched man once, and that was already more than enough. The scene in the Central Bookstore seemed to have happened lifetimes ago, but still. What did he want now? He needed to keep far, far away from his Momo!

But Bai Mo wasn’t done.

"I will have a serious talk with you after the exam," he continued his voice steady but laced with something heavier. "Please wait for me to pass."

Xu Feng opened his mouth, but before he could even form a response, Xu Zeng, still seated beside Xu Hu Zhe in the driver’s seat, scoffed.

"Only if you pass?" His words were clipped, almost sharp, as if he was displeased.

Bai Mo straightened, his fox ears flicking in indignation. "If I pass or fail," he declared, his voice unshakable, "I’ll take responsibility. But I will make you proud."

There was no joke in his tone. No teasing. Just firm conviction.

Xu Feng stared at him for a moment before sighing. He had no idea what this fox was planning, but there was no stopping him now.

"Alright," he relented with a nod. "Then I’ll wait."

Everything was set to depart. Xu Zeng and Xu Hu Zhe were in the driver’s seat, Bai Mo was reluctant to say goodbye, and Xu Feng was the only one still standing outside the carriage. His husbands were both mounted on their horses, watching him with lingering eyes.

Then, just as Xu Feng moved to climb into the carriage, he paused.

"When you pass and have free time," he added suddenly, "maybe you can help me plan a wedding."

Bai Mo’s head snapped toward him, his bright eyes going round in surprise. "A wedding?"

Xu Feng nodded, a slow smile creeping up his lips. "I want to hold a proper ceremony for Xuan Jian and Xuan Yang. I’ll need my wise friend’s help."

There was a beat of silence before Bai Mo exhaled, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "I see," he murmured, though his blush deepened.

His face was fiery as he nodded, the relief and something else evident in his posture.

Xu Feng chuckled internally. Bai Mo had promised to tell him everything after the exam—he could wait a few days. Then they could start planning for the wedding. The way his husbands were staring at him, they didn’t seem to have any qualms about his plans... maybe they were too excited.

Xu Feng’s waist might not recover tonight.

Just as he turned to finally enter the carriage, a deep voice called out from behind him.

"Ride with me."

Xu Feng halted.

Turning, he found Xuan Yang’s deep dark eyes still trained on him like they would never look away. Seated atop his stallion, the black warhorse standing tall and regal beneath him.

It wasn’t a request.

Xu Feng blinked once, then smirked, stepping away from the carriage.

"Well, if you’re asking so nicely..."

He reached for Xuan Yang’s outstretched hand, his heart skipping just a little as he was pulled up onto the horse’s back like he weighed less than a sack of potatoes.

Xu Feng took a deep breath as he felt the familiar solid weight of Xuan Yang’s hand at his waist, guiding him onto the broad, muscular back of Night.

It wasn’t the first time, but it still made his heart lurch.

The stallion, trained and steady, barely shifted under their combined weight. Xu Feng had ridden Night before—once upon a time, on a day not unlike this one, when winter had been threatening to roll in and change the landscape of Nanshan forever.

Only a year ago.

Then, as now, he had been perched behind Xuan Yang, his arms circling the man’s waist, pressing against firm muscle and warmth.

And then, just like now, Xuan Jian had been watching.

Xu Feng barely had time to settle before Light, the pristine white stallion, moved closer. Xuan Jian sat atop him, an effortless picture of elegance, though his expression was laced with quiet concern.

Xu Feng caught the movement instantly—the slight shift of fingers, the poised shoulders, the telltale flex of his husband’s hand preparing to unfasten his light overcoat.

His brow twitched.

"If you take off even one layer," Xu Feng warned, his tone deceptively sweet, "you won’t be sleeping in my bed tonight."

The response was immediate.

Servants of the Bai Mansion, caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, bristled like startled cats before quickly scurrying away, pretending—desperately—to have heard nothing. Xu Feng was spouting bed talk out in the open! Their ears perked up, but they still needed to stand a respectable distance away.

Even Bai Mo, ears folding in alarm, inched toward the safety of the carriage.

But he, too, had nothing to say to the two men up front, his face resembling the colors of flowers in spring.

Xuan Jian stilled, his fingers hesitating at his coat’s clasp. His clear, icy gaze flickered between Xu Feng and the garment he had nearly offered, debating whether defiance was worth the potential consequences.

After a long pause, he sighed, relenting.

"How can you ride with such light clothing?" he muttered instead, a frown pulling at his lips.

Xu Feng arched a brow, barely holding back a snort.

Of the three of them, Xuan Jian was undoubtedly wearing the lightest robes. His frame, always appearing cold and untouchable, was wrapped in layers so thin it was almost absurd.

Xuan Yang wasn’t much different—he, too, was dressed in far less than what one would expect for the season.

And yet, here they were, fussing over him.

Xu Feng puffed out his cheeks, exasperated.

"You just want the boys to think you’re cool," he accused, tone full of mock irritation. "And that I’m the dad who looks like a marshmallow riding a horse! If I fall off, I’ll be like a barrel rolling uncontrollably!"

For a moment, silence.

Then, both men—his cold, brooding husbands—laughed.

The sound was rare, and it filled the air like a warm gust of wind, wrapping around them, stirring something deep in Xu Feng’s chest.

The atmosphere lightened, and Xu Feng let himself relax, resting his chin lightly against Xuan Yang’s shoulder as they prepared to depart.

His arms fit naturally around his husband’s waist, his hands clasped together, pressed against firm warmth. He couldn’t help but think of the first time he had held this very same waist, on this very same stallion.

Their wedding day.

It had been ridiculous, embarrassing even, but in the end, it had become one of his most treasured memories.

Back then, he had thought Xuan Yang to be too serious, too rigid—a man who was impossible to tease. But on that day, he had cracked that exterior, just a little, and found that beneath all the ice and reservation was something warm.

Something Xu Feng had come to treasure.

And now, here they were again, returning home, just as they had then and had done many times before this life even began.

The difference was that this time, the home wasn’t just Nanshan Estate.

It was the people in it.

The thought settled deep inside him, warm and content.

From behind them, the carriage rattled lightly, and all signs of sleep had completely vanished from at least two of the four tiny occupants inside.

They had been drowsy before, lulled into a nap by the soft comfort of Bai Mo’s hospitality, but the moment their fathers mounted their horses, their excitement surged.

Xiao Long pressed his tiny hands against the carriage window with San’s help, his babbles rising in a symphony of eager delight.

Da Long wasn’t much better—he watched the horses with round, curious eyes, a small smile curling at the edges of his lips.

The two new babies, having caught onto the energy around them, were beginning to fuss, their little limbs wriggling as if they, too, wanted to be a part of whatever was happening outside.

Xu Feng sighed dramatically.

"Nap time was so short lived," he mused, leaning into Xuan Yang with feigned exasperation. "We’re never going to get peace again, are we?"

Xuan Yang only hummed in response, his grip on the reins firm, his posture unbothered.

"Luckily," Xuan Jian added from beside them, his voice smooth and knowing, "we had a meal before leaving. They’ll need another nap when we return home."

Xu Feng smiled.

He closed his eyes briefly, letting the rhythm of the horse’s movements settle into his bones, allowing the gentle noise of his children’s voices to fill his ears.