Dong Yingming's prison cell couldn't really be called a cell or even be compared to one! Due to his connections and with a bit of money for bribes, his cell could be considered a five star hotel room!
Located on the top floor of First Prison, his luxury prison cell defies expectations—more boutique hotel suite than punishment chamber. The walls are smooth, soundproofed, and painted in calming neutral tones, with tasteful artwork and a minimalist mural. A large window—barred subtly with reinforced glass—lets in ample natural light and offers a scenic view of the courtyard and garden rather than a blank wall or fence.
The bed is queen-sized with high-thread-count linens, a memory foam mattress, and a plush duvet. Beside it sits a sleek nightstand with a reading lamp, a stack of curated books and a tablet with controlled access to entertainment and educational content.
The en-suite bathroom is modern and spotless: stone countertops, a rainfall shower, high-end fixtures, and quality toiletries. Behind a glass wall was a large rounded bathtub made from pure ivory.
There's a compact but elegant workspace with a desk and ergonomic chair, alongside a built-in bookshelf. A small, flat-screen TV is mounted discreetly on the wall, and a mini-fridge and espresso machine were positioned close by it. A plush carpet covers what was once an ugly concrete floor, bringing the different elements together and creating a homey lived in feel to the space.
Privacy, comfort, and dignity were prioritized when furnishing this cell—more a controlled retreat than a cell, aimed at rehabilitation and reflection rather than punishment.
Before Dong Yingming walks in, he turns to one of the guards by the door and gives out an order. His tone was neutral yet commanding but his eyes held a dangerous glint, almost daring this man to go against his will.
"Tell the warden that Yao Ziyang will be staying in my cell for the time being. Keep a warm bowl of congee and honey water by the door until I say so."
The guard nervously salutes and rushes off to complete his tasks. Dong Yingming doesn't give it another thought and proceeds to walk in, letting the other guard standing by to close the door.
Once inside, the warm temperature from the heating unit made Yao Ziyang immediately relax. Slowly, Dong Yingming goes over to his bed, pulls back the covers and gently places Yao Ziyang onto it. He then takes the blanket that was wrapped around Yao Ziyang and harshly throws it to the corner of his room. Looking at his small frame, Dong Yingming grew more concerned about his man's health. He definitely needed to put some more meat on his bones and some exercise wouldn't hurt either.
There was a lot to do, but he wasn't worried. He had plenty of time to carry out his plans, that is if Yao Ziyang was really who he thought he was.
…
At around 9pm at night, there was a knock on the metal door. Getting up from the comfortable ergonomic chair, Dong Yingming walked over and cracked open the door. Only a hand with a folded up piece of paper slipped in. Once it was taken, the hand slipped away and the metal door was closed shut again.
Unfolding the paper, Dong Yingming read the results of the DNA test. Ignoring the numbers, what he most paid attention to was the number next to the words "Probability of Paternity" which read as 25.99%. He was indeed related to Yao Gui. These numbers could indicate he's a nephew at the very least. The heavens were really showing favor to him!
Folding the paper back up, he rips it into the tiniest pieces he can before tossing them into the toilet and flushing the shredded report down. Effectively erasing all traces of it. Now that he has a way into the Yao family, his plans for revenge were slowly making some headway.
It would only be a matter of time before he crushes those who put him behind these bars! And in the meantime, he can enjoy the body of the precious young master Yao as a bonus! A mischievous smirk couldn't help reveal itself on Dong Yingming's rugged face as he thought of the many ways he would ravage Yao Ziyang's tender frame!
However, first things first, Yao Ziyang had to get better and healthier. Walking over to the other side of the bed, Dong Yingming laid himself under the covers and rested his back against the head board. He took his tablet and began to research the Yao family's situation while also completing some other work. Suddenly, a naughty hand was felt snaking its way across his abdomen!
Stunned, Dong Yingming immediately shifts his attention from the screen to Yao Ziyang's face. It didn't appear like he was fully awake, was he doing this subconsciously? As the room only had the two of them and neither spoke, it was especially quiet so Dong Yingming was able to hear the coquettish voice that escaped from Yao Ziyang's supple lips.
"Mm, warm~."
It was then that Dong Yingming remembered Zhang Wei's words of keeping Yao Ziyang warm. His temperature always ran a bit higher than average, meanwhile Yao Ziyang felt cold to the touch! He was probably instinctively seeking warmth from him. Pushing back his growing frustration, Dong Yingming kept reminding himself Yao Ziyang would be of no use if he died from over exhaustion.
He felt reluctant to remove Yao Ziyang's hand yet was too distracted to continue his work, Dong Yingming decides to put away his tablet and gets comfortable in bed to take a nap. Feeling the warm body next to him move, Yao Ziyang snuggles closer and finally manages to find a comfortable position, letting out a contentful sigh.
Not thinking much of it, Dong Yingming wraps one arm around Yao Ziyang's waist, pulling him closer towards himself. Afterall, it was the doctors orders to keep Yao Ziyang warm so he could fully recover. This was merely for his ultimate end goal and nothing more! Slowly, Dong Yingming began to feel more relaxed with that reasoning and began to shut his eyes.
…
It was only 3 hours later when Dong Yingming was awakened by restless movement by his right side.
'It seems Yao Ziyang is finally awake.'
Dong Yingming removes his arm and goes to turn on the reading lamp. The dimmer light source wasn't as unforgiving on Yao Ziyang's eyes so he merely sat up, though he was still sleepy. Getting up from the bed, Dong Yingming made his way towards the door and knocked on it once.
The door cracked open, but this time, a guard with a tray stood at attention as if he were waiting there all day. On the tray was a fresh, steaming bowl of congee and a glass of honey water. Dong Yingming took the tray without much thought and promptly shut the door. He then made his way towards Yao Ziyang, who still seemed half awake.
His hair was once again disheveled as velvety, black ink strands of hair were sticking up haphazardly and without restraint. His almond shaped eyes hid equally inky black irises behind double eyelids. His pouty pink lips really made Dong Yingming want to claim them. He needed to make Yao Ziyang recover as soon as possible so he can start playing with this man, otherwise what point is there in keeping him by his side? Just to torture himself! As if!
When Dong Yingming reached Yao Ziyang's side of the bed, he took out the jade bottle he kept in his pocket. Setting down the tray on the side table, he opens the bottle and takes out one pill. Its medical scent spilled out, causing Yao Ziyang's frown to deepen and his eyebrows to furrow. He didn't know what was happening as he was still groggy but he knew he did not like this smell at all!
Seeing Yao Ziyang's reaction, Dong Yingming couldn't help but let out a deep chuckle. This man was extremely cute! Dong Yingming felt like his heart was being tickled and he wanted to tease Yao Ziyang more. Closing the jade bottle and setting it aside with the tray of food, Dong Yingming moves his hand to hold Yao Ziyang's chin and with the other, places the pill up to his lips.
With little effort, it slips past Yao Ziyang's lips and into his mouth where it melts instantly. Taking the bitter medicine, Yao Ziyang knits his brows even more and shudders in disgust. Dong Yingming holds back his laugh at this reaction and decides to stop teasing the poor sick youth. Taking the hot bowl, he scoops up half a spoonful and gently blows on it so as to make sure it's not too hot.
After a few blows, Dong Yingming brings the spoon towards Yao Ziyang's tantalizing lips and in a warm tone, makes a command that sounds more like a request.
"Open so you can eat. This congee is very good for you."
Dong Yingming was expecting some fight back on this. Afterall, Yao Ziyang was raised to be proud and strong-willed and rumors of him being arrogant ran rampant in First Prison. However, he was once again surprised when he found Yao Ziyang being obedient and opening his mouth wide for him.
He was truly too cute! With messy hair and eyes shut, he looked like a baby bird waiting for food from its mother. Dong Yingming really wanted to laugh at that image but held back. Quickly, he placed the spoon on Yao Ziyang's red tongue and like that, began to skillfully feed him all the congee. Afterwards, he placed the empty bowl onto the tray and then grabbed the honey water. It wasn't until the glass touched Yao Ziyang's slightly redder lips did he begin to wake up and took the glass away from Dong Yingming.
Though he was unwilling, Dong Yingming didn't go too far and allowed Yao Ziyang to drink the water himself. After he was done with everything, Yao Ziyang was fully awake but still feeling weak and the sweat on his body was truly making being clothed unbearable!
Seeing Yao Ziyang's discomfort, Dong Yingming leans close to his ear and whispers in a low and sultry voice.
"Baby bird, I think it's time for a bath~."