Chapter 44: Romantic Relationship
Silence and stalemate.
Wen Yan’s breathing gradually became difficult. The feeling of being stared at dead-on made his chest tight, almost suffocating.
He subconsciously hid the phone deeper into the quilt.
Pei Zhouye laughed out of anger at this action.
“Give it to me.”
He spread his palm out. The knuckles were distinct, veins protruding, and the broad palm could almost cover half of Wen Yan’s face.
Wen Yan lowered his eyes to stare at that hand, shaking his head unconsciously.
“Wen Yan,” Pei Zhouye’s voice was low and slow, carrying undisguised threats, “Do you think I have a good temper?”
Wen Yan lowered his eyes to look at that hand, shaking his head unconsciously.
“What relationship?” Pei Zhouye pressed.
The air suddenly turned colder.
Wen Yan pursed his lips tightly, saying nothing.
Pei Zhouye’s eyes grew darker. He changed the direction of his spread right hand, directly clasping Wen Yan’s waist and dragging him into his arms, while his left hand easily snatched the phone.
Wen Yan lunged to grab it back. “Give it back to me!”
“Sugar daddy relationship! How do you expect me to tell my parents?”
Wen Yan’s chest hurt from anger just after waking up, his voice suppressing a trembling embarrassment.
“Wrong.”
Pei Zhouye didn’t bother to explain. He released the restraining hand, instead pinching Wen Yan’s chin to unlock the phone with Face ID. He half-knelled on the bed, slender fingers tapping rapidly on the screen.
Wen Yan lunged over to snatch it. “Give it back!”
“I’ll give you time to announce the news of your breakup with Gu Yulan to Uncle and Auntie.” Pei Zhouye dodged his movements casually. “For now, I won’t say anything. You’d better be a bit obedient.”
He raised the phone, casually took a photo of their interlocked fingers, and tapped the screen a few more times.
“Go wash up, come downstairs for breakfast.” Pei Zhouye forcibly pried open Wen Yan’s clenched fist and stuffed the phone back into his hand.
Wen Yan looked down to check. The screen showed the Moments post just published:
[Romantic Relationship.]
The attached image was that hastily taken photo of holding hands.
The family group was thoughtfully set to be blocked.
His lower lip was bitten white. Before Wen Yan could recover, cool fingertips touched his lips.
Pei Zhouye leaned down to drop a light kiss on the corner of his mouth. “If you dare delete it, I will personally call Uncle and Auntie to tell them.”
By the time Wen Yan looked up to glare at him with a flushed face, Pei Zhouye had already walked to the door.
First Floor Dining Room.
As soon as he entered, there was a smell of porridge, porridge with a hint of burnt smell.
But how could porridge be burnt? Wen Yan sniffed, wondering if he smelled it wrong.
Sure enough, that burnt smell seemed to only appear briefly, replaced by a rushing aroma.
Pei Zhouye diligently moved the chair for Wen Yan, then served two bowls of porridge and placed them on the dining table.
Wen Yan looked over vigilantly, suspicion in his gaze.
Pei Zhouye hesitated for a moment and explained, “No poison.”
He picked up a porcelain spoon, brought a spoonful of porridge to his mouth, and drank it naturally.
The action’s meaning was obvious: proving his innocence.
Wen Yan didn’t mean that. If Pei Zhouye wanted to do something to him, he would have done it long ago; he wouldn’t make an issue over a bowl of porridge.
The black eyes of those peach blossom eyes lacked their usual arrogance and gloom, instead carrying a light of anticipation, pure to the extreme.
Wen Yan sighed silently. The resentment from being threatened in the morning, under such a gaze, actually gave the illusion that everything was his fault.
He scooped a spoonful, let it cool for a while, and sent it to his mouth.
A burnt bitterness spread on the tip of his tongue. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he swallowed it forcefully.
Wen Yan couldn’t help frowning. He glanced at Pei Zhouye.
“It’s okay, right?” Pei Zhouye asked him.
Wen Yan didn’t know how to answer, so he nodded.
Pei Zhouye’s sharp brows and eyes relaxed, a malicious pleasure floating in his eyes, and he happily drank a bowl of porridge.
White porridge was truly bitter.
Wen Yan hadn’t eaten all day yesterday, so he could manage to drink it down now.
He really couldn’t figure out how Pei Zhouye, a young master, could eat this kind of thing without any disgust and even be happy about it.
“Did you make it yourself?” Wen Yan ate half a bowl and really couldn’t eat anymore.
Pei Zhouye put down the spoon and leaned against the back of the chair. “Yeah.”
Wen Yan choked.
“To grab a man’s heart, grab his stomach.”
He read the love manual through this morning and felt this was the most practical, so he made it according to the recipe above.
A bowl of health porridge requires adding rice, water, yam, and salt, and boiling for two hours.
Clears heat and detoxifies.
That was what the love manual wrote. Since Shen Yao’s ex-girlfriend could coax Shen Yao into that state, then this certainly wouldn’t be a problem.
Pei Zhouye had never cooked, but he had heard that high-end cooking often uses the simplest ingredients. Besides, his family chef usually took a lot of time to cook.
Wen Yan was amused by his solemn words and answered subconsciously: “At your level, no man will fall in love with you in this lifetime.”
Pei Zhouye didn’t reply, his pitch-black eyes looking at him with a smile.
Wen Yan realized what he said, and his expression faded again.
He shouldn’t talk to Pei Zhouye like this, nor should he smile.
He should hate Pei Zhouye.
For five consecutive days, Wen Yan was submissive, obedient, and well-behaved, never losing his temper at Pei Zhouye again.
Pei Zhouye set up two computers in the study. He worked, and let Wen Yan use the other computer to play games, watch TV dramas, or look up information.
More often, he used a tablet to memorize words and review professional courses, behaving extremely well.
Still no hugging, no kissing, but he wasn’t as angry as in the beginning.
He hid Wen Yan’s phone on the first day, the reason being that Wen Yan spent more time on his phone than accompanying him.
He thought Wen Yan would be angry, but when Wen Yan couldn’t find it, he just ignored him for half an hour.
Pei Zhouye lived a fulfilled and proud life, feeling like a winner in life.
The two watched a movie in the media room, the blue light of the screen reflecting on their overlapping figures.
It was The Legend of 1900.
This movie was too long, and not the genre he liked, nor could he understand what it meant. Pei Zhouye simply kept turning his head to look at Wen Yan.
Wen Yan watched very seriously. His profile was flawless, nose bridge high, and amber eyes under raven-black lashes reflecting the light on the screen.
If only it could be like this for a lifetime.
Finally, at the end of the credits, Pei Zhouye wrapped his arm around Wen Yan’s waist, clasped the back of his head, and kissed him.
Wen Yan had learned how to breathe now, unlike before, when he would flush red from holding his breath every time he was kissed.
Pei Zhouye only let go when he had kissed enough, pinching the thin flesh on Wen Yan’s cheek with satisfaction.
Wen Yan’s earlobes were dripping blood red, his misty eyes looking like they were covered with a layer of water, looking dazed from the kiss, lips crimson.
Pei Zhouye couldn’t resist and leaned over to kiss him again.
“So good.”
The low voice carrying a smile rang in Wen Yan’s ear, and he finally startled awake.
“Pei Zhouye.” Wen Yan stared straight into Pei Zhouye’s eyes; the other party was looking at him very seriously.
“When can I go out? My phone is missing too; can you return it to me?”
The request spoken in a well-behaved manner made it hard not to agree.
Pei Zhouye’s expression turned cold.
“Is it not good like this?”
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