All Chapters of The Flaming Lips: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

The elevator slowed down at the designated floor, thoughtfully not stopping halfway.Stan Wallace's words were vague, and so was my response, "It's okay..."The corridor was empty, or perhaps it was because of a guilty conscience fearing to be seen, that the lingering sound of water seemed unusually clear.I squinted, trying to sneak a peek. I didn't see anyone else, but I noticed that Stan Wallace's eyes were open the whole time.His tongue poked out slightly, his breaths shallow and trembling, his eyelids blushing with embarrassment.I couldn't figure out what I looked like at that moment, nor why Stan Wallace always liked to look at me during these times, but I inexplicably enjoyed it, and kissed him more fervently."The password is your birthday," Stan Wallace said in a hoarse voice as he unlocked the door with his fingerprint. "It's never changed."Never changed...I wasn't sure if he was referring to the door's password or his feelings for me.Assuming both, my eyes well

Only one evening remained of the three-day break. I hastily finished the rest of my noodles and patted the side of the bed, signaling Stan Wallace to lie down."Brother, I'll think about what you said. Tell me about yourself too."I nestled against Stan Wallace's chest, my fingertips tracing a button and then touching the bloodstains I had left. "Why did you go to work for Tang Guofeng's company? Don't you dislike him?"I knew the reason behind Stan Wallace's actions. Back then, he must have used every method and connection at his disposal to find me. Tang Guofeng had always expressed his desire to have Stan Wallace join his company, so he wouldn't miss this opportunity to recruit him.I asked this question to subtly tell Stan Wallace that I was back and not going anywhere, hoping he would cut ties with Tang Guofeng."He's not a good person," I added, looking up at Stan Wallace.Stan Wallace slowly stroked my hair, his gaze meeting mine as he spoke softly, "Indeed, probably no bu

Tucking the toy handcuffs into my backpack, I tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear and calmly answered Joe Siyu's question, "My daughter was clamoring to play cops and robbers, and it just so happens they sell these here."Joe Siyu slowly opened his mouth wide, pointing at me as if he were digesting the massive amount of information in my response. After a while, he finally asked, "You... you disappeared for all these years to get married and have a child?"The expression on his face was hard to describe. Then, inappropriately, he glanced around, as if someone was chasing him. Suddenly, he lowered his voice and leaned in, saying, "Have you seen Stan Wallace? He's still in this city, and he's been going crazy looking for you. If he finds out you’re married and have a kid, who knows what he might do..."It seemed like he genuinely thought Stan Wallace could appear nearby at any moment. As he spoke, he even tugged at the sleeve of my shirt, as if trying to hide me.The tension fr

Arriving home just in time for dinner, I had ordered two dishes and a soup from the restaurant outside our residential complex—the same place Stan Wallace usually orders from, known for its exorbitant prices. While waiting for the food, I saw a video SiSi sent using Harley Gunther's phone, where she exclaimed that she wished she could keep playing like this and never go back to school.In the video, she was tossed high into the air by Harley Gunther and landed in the snow, her red hat and puffy jacket barely visible as she was swallowed by the snow, only the tip of her hat peeking out. When pulled out, she looked like an excited puppy, her face covered with a thin layer of sparkling snow, her long curly eyelashes looking as if they were wearing special effects makeup. She laughed heartily, the snowflakes falling off her, making everyone watching the video chuckle, the whole scene shaking with laughter.Holding my phone and grinning, I suddenly received a message from Stan Wallace ask

The next day, Stan Wallace and I went to visit Uncle Zheng. His room had been upgraded from a regular one to a VIP suite.Compared to the last two times we met, Aunt Miao Yun, Uncle Zheng's wife, looked more radiant. Her eyes sparkled with hope, and her whole demeanor was filled with optimism.With tears in her eyes, she thanked us warmly, explaining that many foreigners had come to the hospital, bringing advanced equipment to conduct tests on Uncle Zheng. Though she didn't understand English, a nurse had translated for her, saying that the chances of Uncle Zheng waking up were high."Uncle Zheng loves the soup I make, but it takes a lot of time and effort. With his busy schedule at the police station, he rarely got to enjoy it."Aunt Miao Yun gazed tenderly at the man lying in bed, gently wiping away her tears as she smiled, "When he wakes up, I'll make it for him every day. As soon as the caregiver arrives, I'll go buy a new clay pot."Feeling that chatting about such mundane ma