Chapter 64: [Wait for Me Tonight.]
The little soft bun’s parents died early. In those years living under Le Wenxin’s family, his life was as bitter as a malnourished little bitter melon.
Survival was a huge problem for him, let alone enjoyment.
In the memories Le Can inherited, aside from vague childhood memories, the clearest memories around the time he came of age were mostly recollections of various odd jobs.
Memories soaked in sweat and tears—so bitter that Le Can, who had similar experiences, felt a tartness in his heart.
He was a bit luckier than the original, because he didn’t have a group of scum sucking the marrow from his bones over his head. The work was indeed hard, but the money earned could be spent on himself.
Thus, one could imagine “Le Can” had no experience flying.
His short life had been trapped in the limited territory beneath his feet.
Le Can should have possessed the unfamiliarity and wonder of a first-time flyer, just as Xi Yun said. Instead of focusing on other aspects from start to finish, and blurting out that it wasn’t his first time flying…
But, in his last life, Le Can really flew domestically quite a lot.
roaming markets north and south to buy materials, attending various jewelry exhibitions, or going to physical stores to research competing products… Mhm, almost all were business trips required by the company, reimbursable!
This familiarity carved into his bones, flying who-knows-how-many times a year, was really easy to subconsciously ignore.
Being exposed, especially in the eyes of a smart person like Xi Yun, was almost a certainty…
Le Can knocked his forehead against the hollow of Xi Yun’s shoulder, looking calm and indifferent, but he had been ‘dead inside while alive’ for quite a while.
The private jet beneath their feet stabilized completely. There was no movement in the spacious cabin for a long time, as if no one existed inside.
Outside the door, Liang Yusheng and the others waiting saw this and looked at each other in dismay for a long time. In the end, they didn’t step forward to knock again, but sent the items they brought down the plane first.
Le Can made no sound.
Xi Yun didn’t say anything more either.
The large hand covering the back of the young man’s neck maintained a pace neither fast nor slow, stroking that small patch of skin with gentle force.
No questioning, no interrogation, as if his words moments ago were just idle chatter.
As time passed, Le Can’s tense body slowly relaxed, and the chaotic inner voice gradually calmed down.
When the nervousness and panic receded like the tide, and reason and clarity gradually surfaced, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
Eh? Didn’t he never act like the former “self” in front of the Male Lead anyway?
If Xi Yun really harbored suspicions, the source of this suspicion could even be traced back to when they first met.
At that time, probably only Le Wenxin, who was fully devoted to selling his nephew for a high price while being suppressed by Xi Yun from start to finish, failed to notice the mockery hidden in Le Can’s eyes.
Such behavior was completely different from what he had shown to the public for the previous twenty-something years. Le Can didn’t believe Xi Yun wouldn’t have a shred of suspicion!
If at the beginning, Xi Yun might have understood the anomaly as a sudden personality change caused by a major life upheaval, then how to explain Le Can’s various subsequent behaviors, where not a trace of the past shadow could be found?
Whose sudden change wasn’t just a sudden change, but a mut-mut-mut-mut… mutated change?
The hands gripping the lapels of the person in front of him slowly tightened. Le Can’s lowered peach-blossom eyes swept upward again.
Once a secret is no longer a secret, is there a need to guard it?
Le Can could say with certainty: No.
Not being the original Le Can meant not being the original Le Can. As long as he didn’t say it, who could know he had transmigrated into a book?
[As long as I don’t say it, who knows I came from &$%@?]
[At most, just borrowing a corpse to return the soul? Rebirth after death?]
Xi Yun lowered his eyebrows, looking at Le Can who had suddenly recovered his vitality and energy, a shallow smile flashing across his face.
It seemed the things the young man was hiding were even more than he imagined…
Just as Le Can raised his head, prepared to unleash his ability to talk nonsense.
Suddenly! The large palm Xi Yun had placed on his neck to smooth his ruffled feathers dropped to his thin lower back. The other hand gripped the thigh straddling him, bringing the person to a full standing position.
The movement without warning made Le Can exclaim in surprise.
He instantly extended his arms, passing them on either side of Xi Yun’s neck to cling to the man’s broad shoulders. His two well-proportioned, long legs also firmly locked around the other’s lean, powerful waist.
“Xi! Yun!”
In the widened peach-blossom eyes, the gaze was burning, full of vitality and life. “Xi Yun!”
The teeth-baring, claw-brandishing inner voice overlapped with the sound heard by the ears, calling his name over and over. Hearing the damp, ceaseless rain no longer, the dark clouds in Xi Yun’s heart dispersed as well.
“I heard you,” the hand on the young man’s back patted twice lightly. “Hold tight.”
The second after speaking, he hitched the person in his arms upward. Le Can’s expression instantly went blank.
By the time Xi Yun, holding him, had taken two steps outward, Le Can came back to his senses amidst the slight bumping.
The porcelain-white face of the young man was suddenly flushed with a swath of red clouds—from embarrassment!
This posture of holding a child—only when he was very young did the people closest to Le Can hold him like this.
If a coat was used to wrap the young Le Xiao-Can entirely from the back.
Such a created, simple safe space, accompanied by the familiar scent lingering around him, was the greatest tool to soothe him.
Whether crying sadly or being naughty and refusing to sleep, little Yao Yao could never last ten minutes before quickly sinking into a sweet dream.
But such a past was already very, very far away from the adult Le Can. He never expected that at twenty-three years old, grown to 1.81 meters, he could still “reminisce about the past” in this way!
Le Can bit the soft flesh inside his cheek, soothing his itchy teeth.
[Didn’t you say hold tight?]
His slightly loosened hands and feet, like vines, forcefully twisted tight around the upright body in front of him.
Xi Yun’s walking speed slowed down.
He looked up, unsurprisingly meeting a pair of stubborn, unyielding amber eyes.
Those unrestrained, dashing eyes were shockingly bright, like a cheetah on the vast savannah with similar colored pupils. Possessing the same beautiful-to-the-point-of-sharpness appearance, possessing the same pride difficult to tame…
Only, this fledgling little cheetah’s claws weren’t that sharp yet. In the eyes of a more powerful predator, it still carried a trace of childishness.
On one hand, Xi Yun was attracted by such sharpness and purity. On the other hand, he couldn’t help but look forward to… look forward to how dazzling this existence would be when fully grown.
Gaze lingering focused for a few seconds, Xi Yun kept only one hand supporting the person in his arms, using the other hand to push open the door in front of him.
Two years.
Xi Yun thought.
A time both long and short. Who could say with certainty that things determined now wouldn’t change in the future two years from now?
Le Can felt a lot of regret.
Not regretting taking wedding photos, just… he regretted not only hugging and holding Xi Yun in the cabin but also being carried off the plane by him in public!
collapsed hairstyle, messy wrinkled clothes, red cheeks and watery eyes (from anger), plus getting off the plane being carried due to “inability to walk”…
When he bumped into a large crowd of people averting their gazes with expressions of “see no evil,” Le Can’s desire to commit “husband-cide” reached its peak!
He began to regret—why was the force he bit Xi Yun’s face with ten minutes ago so light?!
He should have let the Male Lead get off the plane with a face full of bright red teeth marks, then photographed it into the wedding photos, losing face in front of the whole country, the whole world!
Gritting teeth. JPG
This indignant emotion reached its peak after an other-worldly luxury car carried them into the castle.
He finally understood why villains broke down like that.
In his place, he also wanted to assassinate a certain “capitalist” in the middle of the night!
There was no extra time to appreciate the classic luxury of the castle; Le Can quickly entered the formal shooting of the wedding photos.
Tailor-made clothes perfectly fitted the body’s curves, vividly displaying the height and long legs of the young husbands.
Hand-inlaid jewelry, low-key noble hand embroidery, unique tailoring… highlighting Le Can and Xi Yun’s completely different styles, yet making them exceptionally harmonious when standing beside each other.
It was just that, between the newlywed husbands in the center of the lens, there seemed to be an invisible barrier.
The photographer pressed the shutter. When looking down to check the photo, he couldn’t help but frown slightly.
The two sitting side by side properly, one cold and one warm, had equally superior looks, but that intimacy and clinginess expected of newlyweds couldn’t be seen.
If one had to find a word to describe it, it would probably be “seemingly in harmony but actually estranged”?
The photographer hadn’t not seen this state before. After all, many marriages of the wealthy were combined for benefits, and the current situation was the norm.
But thinking of the scene where the two newlyweds got off the plane hugging each other just now, the photographer wasn’t so sure.
The photographer’s hesitation quickly attracted the attention of Yi Ying and Liang Yusheng.
The former remembered the phone call in the early morning yesterday and instantly turned her gaze to Assistant Liang beside her. Liang Yusheng, who was deeply convinced of the boss couple’s feelings, thought more.
Having already realized who occupied the dominant position in this relationship, Liang Yusheng took the camera from the photographer and walked to… Le Can’s front.
Liang Yusheng, whose emotional intelligence was perfectly inherited from his mother, first showed the photo to the young man who looked up in confusion, then leaned over to his ear and whispered a few words gently.
Who knows what the omnipotent Assistant Liang said in the eyes of the public, but the originally business-like Le Can slowly widened his eyes.
Those beautiful, sly peach-blossom eyes swept lightly over the person beside him, the tails of his eyes lifting.
Slender white fingers raised, touching Xi Yun’s smooth, perfect side profile with a detached intimacy. As he guided the person to turn his head to look, the upright-sitting young man’s upper body suddenly nestled over.
The indescribable sense of estrangement was broken instantly.
A silent, formless ambiguous atmosphere spread rapidly between the two. And the moment Le Can and Xi Yun’s eyes met, it reached its peak!
The glowing-eyed photographer snatched the camera back from Liang Yusheng’s hand, pressing the shutter button wildly with a face full of fanaticism and excitement!
Yes yes yes yes yes, just like that!!!
Looking at the silver-gray double pupils in front of him, Le Can slowly hooked up the corners of his mouth under Xi Yun’s gaze.
The smile was brilliant and carried a hidden provocation. Looking closely, deep in the honey-like amber pupils, a touch of victory was hidden.
Soft fingertips silently slid from the jawline down to the vulnerable neck.
[Xi Yun, heh…]
[Just you wait for tonight.]
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