【63】 Are you going to be good and take it off yourself, or should I help you?
Jiang Yan said everything in one breath. He took out his mobile phone, forcefully pulled Wen Ran’s finger over, and easily unlocked the fingerprint lock on the screen.
He navigated to Mu Yan’s WeChat and showed the chat history to Wen Ran.
“Do you believe me now? Hmm?”
Mu Yan’s WeChat Moments also featured an official announcement with Lu Jing. The two were nestled intimately together, Mu Yan’s eyes brimming with happiness.
Jiang Yan had even liked the post below.
Wen Ran couldn’t hold on to his dignity at all now. It turned out the angst-filled romance and emotional games he had conjured up in his head were nothing but wild thoughts and misunderstandings. Didn’t that mean he had been sad for so long for absolutely nothing?
He had even pretentiously changed his ID a few days ago to something related to liking someone, hanging it high and mighty at the top of the gaming device like a brooding teenager.
It was completely idiotic.
Wen Ran now wanted to drag Song Zixuan, the spreader of false information, out and beat him up.
“I told you, Ge is innocent and pure. I don’t play those games.”
“Like means like. I would never do something immoral like toying with someone else’s feelings.”
“Baby, you can’t misunderstand Ge because of this again, okay?” Jiang Yan watched helplessly as Wen Ran slowly turned red, looking cute enough to kill.
He couldn’t resist the urge to kiss him.
Wen Ran was so embarrassed he could have dug out a three-bedroom apartment with his toes right there. He frantically scrambled up from Jiang Yan’s body. “You clearly lied to me!”
“Even if I misunderstood the thing with Mu Yan…” Wen Ran couldn’t even organize his language properly. “Then why didn’t you tell me you were Wind!”
This matter seemed to be even more of a ‘social death’ situation.
He had never concealed his adoration for Wind in front of Jiang Yan, and it turned out the guy was the person himself.
In other words, every day he had been acting arrogant and calling himself ‘Daddy’ in front of Jiang Yan, he had actually been doing it in front of his favorite idol. And all that hard work maintaining an obedient image in front of his idol? The guy had seen right through him from the start.
He had even played along, calling him a good boy.
Save me!
Wen Ran’s scalp went numb just thinking about it casually.
“I did tell you!” Jiang Yan looked innocent. “I told you I was Wind back then, but you didn’t believe me.”
Wen Ran: “……”
Damn it, who would believe that under those circumstances?
And ever since accepting the setting that Jiang Yan was Wind, his idol’s image had completely collapsed!
He was full of bad ideas, a total schemer, and loved to bully him.
And he slept with fans!
“Now you don’t have to struggle choosing between Wind and Jiang Yan,” Jiang Yan smiled at Wen Ran. “Both are yours.”
Wen Ran: “……”
The reason Jiang Yan hadn’t forcefully proven to Wen Ran that he was Wind earlier was, firstly, because he felt it was just an ordinary identity and there was no need to emphasize it constantly. Secondly, and more importantly, he knew Wen Ran liked Wind very much. He wanted Wen Ran to like him, but he didn’t want to borrow the fame of this “idol” persona.
He wanted Ran Ran to like the specific, tangible Jiang Yan, born from the heart-fluttering moments of their interactions, not because of the Wind filter.
Wen Ran was truly dying of shame now; he couldn’t stay here a moment longer.
The word “Idiot” was on the tip of his tongue, but thinking about the fact that he was facing his idol, Wind, he swallowed it back down.
His handsome face flushed red as he stammered, “I am not a little rascal!”
Three seconds later, Wen Ran chose to run out the door.
His retreating figure looked exceptionally panicked.
He even bumped into the door on his way out.
He angrily punched the door once.
Jiang Yan was about to die from his cuteness. He was like a clumsy little milk cat, waiting for someone to scoop him into their arms and pet him thoroughly.
It wasn’t until he returned to his room that Wen Ran patted his face twice.
So hot.
But Wen Ran didn’t get to rest for long. Just as the blush on his face had subsided, his phone vibrated. It was a message from Jiang Yan in the group chat.
[Jiang Yan: Let’s go to Mingyue Tower for dinner at seven tonight. My treat.]
Mingyue Tower was a famous high-consumption restaurant in B City. The dishes were very characteristic of B City, and the prices were relatively high; just a few random dishes would cost nearly a thousand.
Orange was the first to send a message: [Wow! Thank you, Senior!]
Immediately after, July sent: [Captain is generous!]
The relationships within the WK team had always been good, so the group chat was particularly active. The hand speed of professional players was no joke; messages scrolled by in a flash. Only Wen Ran remained silent.
He was still thinking about how to find a suitable excuse not to go tonight. He was too embarrassed, on every possible level.
Then Jiang Yan’s message came through.
It was an image.
Wen Ran clicked it open, only to see it was a screenshot of a game chat interface.
[wrsxhd: Yeah, we were ambiguous for a long time. We even kissed, but in the end, I got rejected.]
[My Mechanics Are Better Than Yours: Then he really is a bastard!]
[Jiang Yan: Tsk tsk tsk, who was it that called themselves a little bastard?]
[Jiang Yan: Who was it? Who was it?]
Wen Ran: “……”
The Wind filter shattered completely. He had been righteously indignant for his idol, but the result was his idol taking screenshots and secretly laughing at him scolding himself!
Wen Ran now very much wanted to take a shoe sole and smack him to death.
[Little Bastard: …Get lost!]
[Jiang Yan: Tsk, why are you getting anxious? Little Bastard, did you see the message in the group?]
[Jiang Yan: Tonight at seven, Mingyue Tower.]
Wen Ran, who had originally planned to pretend he hadn’t seen the group message: “……”
Jiang Yan, this old schemer, was waiting for him right here!
Why did he have so many tricks!
Wen Ran gritted his teeth:
[Little Bastard: I saw it.]
Wen Ran hadn’t brought many clothes when he came to WK for the tryouts; he only had two thin sweatshirts now.
He finally picked a light yellow one, somewhat resembling the yellow T-shirt Jiang Yan had bought for him before.
Wen Ran didn’t know what kind of psychology drove him to pick this shirt in the store back then, or why he had to wear it today.
Except for Wen Ran, who didn’t have a team uniform, most of the others were wearing WK uniforms. The WK uniform was designed beautifully and could totally be worn daily. Especially on Jiang Yan, it added a touch of devil-may-care charm.
With a good figure and tall posture, he was a natural clothes hanger; he looked good in anything.
After entering, Wen Ran found a chair and sat down next to their ADC, Arrow Cloud. But unexpectedly, Jiang Yan didn’t sit next to July. Instead, he sat down right next to Wen Ran.
Among the team members, besides Wen Ran wearing casual clothes, there was only Orange.
Orange was wearing a light blue sweatshirt today. He was naturally thin and had a head of small curly hair. He looked particularly obedient, the kind of boy who would make people feel fond of him at first glance.
The light blue clothes made him look even cuter, and Wen Ran could clearly feel that Orange was particularly happy tonight, constantly calling “Senior, Senior” at the dinner table.
In contrast, Jiang Yan’s response to him seemed very normal. He would pick a few of Orange’s questions to answer, but wouldn’t say much else.
Wen Ran listened to their endless chatter. July would occasionally add a few sentences about Wind’s past, and laughter was constant.
He quietly picked at his food and ate.
Jiang Yan had a very poor tolerance for alcohol and couldn’t drink. This time he only ordered juice and tea. After drinking a few cups of tea in place of wine, Jiang Yan spoke up: “I brought gifts for all of you.”
As he spoke, he stood up and took out a large pile of gift bags from the side table, starting from Orange on his left and distributing them around the circle.
The gifts Jiang Yan bought were beautifully packaged, causing a burst of exclamations almost the moment they were taken out.
“Senior is really so good!”
“Wind spent too much!”
“Thank you, Captain!”
However, after giving one to Arrow Cloud, the gifts ran out.
There was none for Wen Ran.
Arrow Cloud felt awkward too. He held the bag in his hand and offered it to Wen Ran: “Dawn, how about you take this first?”
“No need.”
Wen Ran rejected him directly. “Let’s eat.”
Jiang Yan nodded along with his words, having absolutely no psychological pressure: “Since Dawn said so, everyone can just accept them with peace of mind.”
Wasn’t it just a gift? What was so rare about it?
Wen Ran lowered his head, poking the food in his plate with his chopsticks.
But… why did Jiang Yan buy one less gift, and why did he give one to Orange first just now?
And did he think it was okay not to give him one?
What did he give these people?
Although Wen Ran told himself he shouldn’t care about these things—after all, Jiang Yan had given him plenty of things before, and it was precisely because they were closest that he would prioritize the other teammates and coaches—his heart still felt a little sour.
Even his eating speed slowed down considerably.
Wen Ran was absent-mindedly picking at his food when he accidentally knocked over the cup in front of him. The drink splashed all over him.
Arrow Cloud hurriedly took out a pack of tissues from his pocket: “Dawn, are you okay?”
Wen Ran felt extremely awkward in this situation. He took the tissues from Arrow Cloud: “I’m going to the restroom.”
A large patch of his clothes was wet; wiping with tissues was useless. The sticky drink clinging to his skin made him feel even more uncomfortable.
Wen Ran rinsed his clothes under the faucet. Although he wrung them out forcefully, the water stain only got bigger.
Just as he was feeling annoyed about what to do, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind him: “Ran Ran, take it off and wear Ge’s clothes.”
Wen Ran looked up, his eyes meeting Jiang Yan’s in the mirror.
“No need.”
“It’s wet like that, how can you wear it?”
“Mind your own business!” Wen Ran wanted to walk straight past Jiang Yan out the door. His tone was angry, sounding more like he was throwing a tantrum. “Anyway, I don’t want yours!”
“Tsk, let Ge guess. Are you angry because I didn’t give you a gift?”
Wen Ran, having his thoughts exposed: “……”
But he still had to be stubborn: “I am not! Who cares about that?”
“Still saying you’re not angry.” Jiang Yan understood immediately upon seeing him like this. He walked over and pinched Wen Ran’s cheek. “Ge was teasing you just now. Even if I forgot everyone else’s gifts, I wouldn’t forget our family’s Guai Bao’s.”
As he spoke, he pulled a square black velvet box from his pocket, opened it, and placed it in front of Wen Ran.
Lying quietly inside was a ring. Not a traditional circle, but a band shaped like flames. The body of the ring was set with five small diamonds, sparkling brilliantly under the lights.
“Ge designed it. Do you like it?”
“You…”
Jiang Yan snapped the ring box shut and placed it in Wen Ran’s hand. “Baby, there are other gifts too, it’s just inconvenient to bring them here.”
“Don’t be angry anymore. After we finish eating in a bit, Ge will take you alone to see them, okay?”
Wen Ran, provoked by this bad guy’s little schemes but unable to vent his anger, could only hatefully punch him on the shoulder.
Jiang Yan easily caught his wrist. “Are you going to be good and take it off yourself, or should I help you take it off?”
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