From Apocalypse To Entertainment Circle (BL)-Chapter 50: "A Soldier Doesn’t Bloom… Says Who?

Lan Qisheng stopped breathing. Earlier, when he felt the touch of slender fingers, he had nearly lost his mind—so what could one expect now that the person had wrapped their entire body around him?

Legs coiled around his waist, arms locked around his neck... Sian’s scent was intoxicating to the point that Lan Qisheng momentarily wondered if he was drunk.

Sian shifted slightly, pulling his upper body away just enough to look at the man with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Oh? Colonel Lan, control yourself a little," he teased, lips curling into a smirk. "Otherwise, people might start doubting the seriousness of your military training."

Staring into those amber eyes—now turned a shade of deep brown due to the fading sunlight—Lan Qisheng remained silent for a few moments. For the first time in his life, he realized the true allure of electrifying eyes. Their colour was ever-changing, influenced by natural factors or even the emotions of their owner. He had witnessed many shades and variations in Sian’s gaze since they first met...

"Oi! Soldier! Do you dare ignore me?" Sian huffed, feigning anger as he puffed out his cheeks.

Unbeknownst to him, his attempt at looking fierce only made him resemble an adorable, pouting squirrel.

Lan Qisheng’s voice softened as he replied indulgently, "Alright, alright, I’m sorry. But... can you get off me now?"

"Nope. I don’t want to." Sian raised an eyebrow, his smirk turning even more wicked. "Besides, you don’t think I didn’t notice what’s going on down there, do you?"

Lan Qisheng’s face instantly flushed red—so red that even his ears burned.

If Zhao Ling were here, he would’ve mercilessly mocked his superior.

Lan Qisheng endured it, held it in, swallowed his pride—until he simply couldn’t anymore. Because a certain troublesome teenager was still clinging onto him, staring shamelessly at a very particular part of his body with a cryptic expression.

Gritting his teeth, Lan Qisheng finally spoke. "No matter how long you stare at me, I won’t bloom."

Sian’s smirk widened as he met his gaze once more. Only then did Lan Qisheng realize he had just dug his own grave.

His instincts were proven correct the very next second when the beautiful young man murmured in a low, teasing voice, "Who knows? Maybe you will."

"Just get off already," Lan Qisheng muttered, running a hand over his face as if he were on the verge of death.

Perhaps satisfied with tormenting the colonel enough for one night, Sian obediently climbed off him and settled back onto the bed.

"Wait here for a bit," Lan Qisheng said before heading straight to the bathroom.

Not that anyone needed an explanation for what he was about to do.

Sian’s laughter echoed through the room, easily passing through the walls.

Several long minutes later, Lan Qisheng returned to Sian’s side, his expression back to its usual seriousness. Ignoring everything that had just happened, he calmly began explaining his grandfather’s plans and filling him in on everything he had missed.

That included one particular piece of news that Sian hadn’t been expecting at all.

Marco was dead.

Yes, the same Marco with pink hair—the one who had buzzed around Sian like an annoying fly not too long ago.

According to reports, he had gotten into a fight with an acquaintance. Security cameras had captured footage of Marco attempting to strangle the man, but the latter had managed to escape. However, when Marco rushed after him, he slipped—and fell right out of his window.

His room had been on one of the highest floors, well past the hundredth.

Needless to say, he flew straight to his grave.

Sian showed no particular reaction. His face remained indifferent as if the news was of no consequence to him.

Because, after all, Marco’s life or death had nothing to do with him.

Or so he thought.

What Sian didn’t know was that he had a connection to the man’s death.

But that... was something he would only learn in the very distant future.

After nearly an hour of discussion, Lan Qisheng finally asked, "Would you be willing to stay at my place until the conference? They’ll be thanking you and giving you your reward then."

Sian wasn’t the type to pretend. He was well aware that right now, he didn’t have a single penny to his name—completely broke. And from his memories, he knew that the original Sian hadn’t saved any extra money either.

After all, what would someone on the verge of suicide need money for?

So the moment Lan Qisheng brought up the idea, Sian agreed without hesitation.

Besides, they were lovers now, officially in a relationship.

There was no reason to refuse. It would be much better for them to live together and develop their bond.

As for whether this arrangement would truly last only a week—or perhaps much longer...

Well, that was a discussion for another day.

***

Sian was discharged from the hospital quickly, thanks to Lan Qisheng’s help. He had never been fond of places like hospitals or cemeteries—he despised them. So, he pleaded with Lan Qisheng to get him out as soon as possible, promising that he was fine. No serious injuries, just a few scrapes and bruises—nothing broken. According to Sian’s logic, he was more than fine.

After several attempts and a bit of playful coaxing, Sian finally managed to leave the hospital and headed straight to Lan Qisheng’s home.

He had considered going to the dormitory to retrieve the original Sian’s belongings. Even if they weren’t worth much, he didn’t want to leave behind the last remnants of the boy. Especially after seeing him—how obedient, beautiful, and innocent he had been. Sian wanted to keep those things as a way to remember him. In a world where no one would ever know that the original Sian had died, he didn’t want every trace of the boy to vanish.

However, the day was coming to an end, and evening was fast approaching. Sian was exhausted. Even if he seemed fine on the outside, his mind wasn’t. He needed a few days of rest—time to adjust to his surroundings, to truly feel that everything he had been through these past few days was real and not just a beautiful dream.

Don’t ask why, but despite facing death and all sorts of disasters since arriving in this world, Sian still believed these had been the happiest days of his life. So, it must be a beautiful dream.

Regardless, the driver arranged by Grandfather Lan took the two of them to Lan Qisheng’s place.

And for anyone wondering why there was a driver, the answer was simple—hadn’t our dear Colonel Lan been shot in the hand? Of course, with his monstrous physique, it looked as if he hadn’t been injured at all. He had even fought just fine despite the wound. But even if his hand wasn’t in a cast and his bruised body seemed to heal at an unnatural speed, Lan Qisheng still needed rest and shouldn’t overexert himself.

That was why Grandfather Lan had arranged for a driver—whether his stubborn grandson liked it or not.