SDS: Chapter 25
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"I Made This Myself"
"Fine, don’t show me."
Qin Yilin scoffed.
"But a friendly warning—Zhiyan’s picky. Don’t step on a landmine."
He held back one detail:
Qin Zhiyan had a strict policy of never accepting gifts.
First, because he lacked nothing.
Second, because his high status made him wary of ulterior motives.
Presents were always declined.
Qin Yilin was here for the drama.
Whether Tang Keyi got humiliated by rejection or Qin Zhiyan broke his rule for him—
both outcomes were entertaining.
Tang Keyi shrugged, unbothered.
Since I didn’t prepare anything,
what landmine could there even be?
That afternoon, while handing documents to Qin Zhiyan for signing,
Tang Keyi’s mind raced.
[It’s his birthday… should I say “happy birthday”?]
[What if he asks for a gift afterward?]
[Who’s shameless enough to demand presents outright?]
[Maybe I should skip work later to pick something?]
[But anything I can afford, he already owns. What’s even the point?]
[Forget it. I’ll pretend I don’t know. It’s not like he’ll announce it himself.]
Decision made.
Qin Zhiyan: Heh. How naive.
After signing, Qin Zhiyan set down his pen, lifted his gaze, and smirked.
"It’s my birthday today. What gift did you prepare for me?"
[Holy shit!]
Tang Keyi’s soul left his body.
Of course the worst-case scenario happened.
[Qin Zhiyan really is that shameless!]
Qin Zhiyan: Correct. I am.
His faint smile carried a dangerous edge.
"You didn’t forget, did you? If you didn’t even know my birthday, were all those ‘I like you’ claims just lies?"
Tang Keyi stiffened.
[He’s pulling this again? How is he not tired of this script?]
[Maybe I can say I left it at home… Would he buy that?]
Qin Zhiyan: Heh. No.
Preemptively crushing his escape route, Qin Zhiyan added,
"Don’t bother saying you ‘forgot to bring it.’ If you did, I’d be happy to accompany you to retrieve it."
[Qin Zhiyan, have some humanity!]
Leaning back, Qin Zhiyan reveled in Tang Keyi’s floundering.
Few things amused him more.
Then—inspiration struck.
Tang Keyi did have something on him.
Yesterday, after work, he’d passed a silver jewelry workshop running a promotion.
With his leftover salary, he’d decided to craft a simple keepsake to commemorate his first paycheck.
Four hours of struggle later, he’d produced only a crude little silver pendant.
He’d drilled a hole, threaded it onto a black cord, and called it a bracelet.
It was currently in his jacket pocket.
[…But I don’t want to give it to him.]
Qin Zhiyan’s eyebrow twitched.
What treasure could he possibly be hoarding?
Denying him time to hesitate, Qin Zhiyan pressed,
"If you have it, hand it over. I’m so looking forward to it."
"Fine…"
Defeated, Tang Keyi trudged out like a man heading to the gallows.
[He’ll probably hate it and throw it back at me.]
Qin Zhiyan had expected a luxury watch or gemstone—
why else would Tang Keyi cling to it? Instead, he got… a cord bracelet?
For a moment, he thought it was a half-hearted placeholder.
But Tang Keyi’s reluctant pout suggested otherwise.
Examining it, he noted the small silver plaque engraved with a lopsided candy shape.
The craftsmanship was abysmal, the polish uneven—everything his perfectionist soul despised.
Why cherish something so crude?
[Why’s he staring so long? Does he… actually like it?]
[No way. My work’s so bad even I can’t stand it.]
Realization dawned.
This is Tang Keyi’s handiwork?
No wonder it was hideous.
"This bracelet…"
Qin Zhiyan turned it over, scrambling for diplomacy.
"…is quite cute."
[Huh? If I hadn’t made it, I’d think it was trash. His taste is… wow.]
Qin Zhiyan’s face darkened.
I throw you a bone, and you mock my judgment?
Unacceptable.
He amended coldly,
"The silver piece is ugly, but the cord is cute."
[It’s literally just a black string. What’s cute about it?]
[If it’s so ugly, give it back! I made it with my first salary! It’s sentimental! I haven’t even worn it myself!]
Ah. So that was it.
His first paycheck memento.
No wonder he’d hesitated.
If you won’t wear it, I will.
"Help me put it on,"
Qin Zhiyan ordered.
[Qin Zhiyan, you heartless monster!]
But a gift given couldn’t be taken back.
Grudgingly, Tang Keyi adjusted the length and fastened it around Qin Zhiyan’s left wrist.
The black cord against pale skin, draped over faint veins, carried a stark, elegant severity.
Here, where pulse met heart, it felt like binding something deeper.
Watching Tang Keyi’s sulky compliance, Qin Zhiyan’s mood soared.
Nothing pleased him more than Tang Keyi’s helpless frustration.
The joy even softened his view of the shoddy bracelet.
…It’s growing on me.
"Thank you for the gift. I love it."
His delight was unmistakable.
To Tang Keyi’s surprise, beyond reluctance, an odd warmth flickered.
Seeing Qin Zhiyan appreciate his work felt… inexplicably satisfying.
Well.
At least he has taste.
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