Chapter 63: I Won’t Waste a Single Day
Approaching midnight, the crowd moved from outdoors to indoors.
Someone suggested playing Truth or Dare.
Pei Zhouye usually didn’t participate in such games, but the proposer asked anyway.
“Is Brother Pei playing today?”
“Playing.” Pei Zhouye held Wen Yan’s waist. “I’ll play with my wife.”
The people around them teased and jeered.
“Stuffed with dog food.”
“The iron tree blooming is blinding my eyes.”
These words were different from the ones spoken when Gu Yulan lied about taking him to see friends.
Wen Yan sat quietly, but his whole person was much more relaxed than before. It seemed truly different.
Around him was the faint smell of alcohol and the cold air brought in from outside. Pei Zhouye’s presence was strong; clearly an aggressive aura, yet it made him feel at ease.
Wen Yan came back to his senses, realizing he was being watched, and looked up toward the source of the gaze.
It was Chen Yuchen and Min Yue. They had been dance partners just now, and he heard they were about to get engaged.
Wen Yan frowned, suppressing that strange feeling.
Pei Zhouye followed Wen Yan’s gaze and looked at the man and woman, his eyes turning cold.
Meeting Pei Zhouye’s eyes, Min Yue lowered her head shyly and tucked her hair behind her ear.
How could it be a real wife? Such words were just for fun; how could Chairman Pei agree?
The Pei family fortune was so vast, and Pei Zhouye was the definitive heir—he had to have children.
Even if it really was a male wife, it was an open secret in the circle that Chairman Pei favored Lin Seran. And Lin Seran had told her to fight for it.
The empty bottle spun on the table.
Everyone took turns spinning. After a round, it hadn’t pointed to Pei Zhouye or Wen Yan.
The group’s gossip piled up, enough to talk about for days and nights.
“Most shocking thing? Spending three months giving gifts to a streamer only to meet up and find out it was a middle-aged uncle. I’m truly convinced.”
“I thought it would be some big secret. Who wants to hear about your crappy online dating at twenty-two while single?”
“Don’t laugh if you have the guts!”
Wen Yan listened happily.
The next second, the bottle mouth pointed at Pei Zhouye.
That smile vanished instantly. Wen Yan involuntarily sat up straighter, his gaze falling on Pei Zhouye’s side profile.
The light cast a shallow shadow on his sharply defined profile—sharp brow bone, distinct jawline. His whole body exuded an innate pride and unbridled spirit, as if nothing in the world was worth his attention.
“Truth,” Pei Zhouye said lazily.
“What is your biggest regret?”
The question wasn’t tricky; it was considered one of the safest in such a setting.
Pei Zhouye didn’t answer immediately. He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if recalling seriously, or perhaps just casually perfunctory.
A moment later, he lifted his eyelids, his tone understated: “No regrets.”
These words were spoken too frankly, carrying a flamboyance of living life to the fullest without owing anything. Only those who truly did as they pleased and never bowed their heads to anyone dared to be so self-righteous.
Wen Yan lowered his eyes, looking at his hands clasped on his knees, knuckles turning white. He thought of this person’s various disregard for rules and paranoia, thought of those forcibly twisted trajectories, and the corner of his lips hooked imperceptibly—helpless and with an indescribable bitterness.
Not long after, the bottle pointed at Wen Yan.
The questioner was Min Yue.
Min Yue stared into his eyes and asked, “Do you genuinely like Pei Zhouye?”
The surroundings went silent for a moment. Some didn’t understand if this was going easy or making things difficult.
A normal person would say “like” at this moment.
Wen Yan didn’t avoid the gazes scrutinizing him. Silence.
The atmosphere began to turn weird.
Pei Zhouye acted casual and indifferent, reaching out for the wine bottle. “I’ll help him…”
“Like.”
The voice was very soft but clear, enough for everyone to hear.
The atmosphere relaxed again.
Coincidentally, in another round, it was Chen Yuchen who spun to Wen Yan.
He asked, “Will you be with Young Master Pei forever?”
Wen Yan smiled, a smile so beautiful it was bewildering.
He answered with certainty, “No.”
Once the answer was out, the group was at a loss, the atmosphere weird and strange.
“Fuck.” Someone in the crowd couldn’t help cursing in a low voice. The air froze instantly.
Shen Yao’s eyelids twitched, and he quickly looked at Wang Shu. This person was usually the best at smoothing things over.
But Wang Shu just took a sip of wine from his glass, his eyes drifting elsewhere, clearly not wanting to get involved.
Shen Yao: “How about we end it here for today?”
“Play.” Pei Zhouye pulled at the corner of his lips, the smile not reaching his eyes, his gaze cold. “Why not continue? Continue.”
Trembling with fear, the crowd spun the bottle again.
The atmosphere in the second half completely soured. The original loose liveliness was gone, leaving only cold hardness.
Pei Zhouye tapped the table rhythmically with his knuckles. The wine bottle spun to Chen Yuchen and Min Yue almost every time.
The questions he asked were sharp, picking at intricate wealthy family secrets that were impossible to answer.
Unable to answer, they could only drink.
When the rules were set, it was agreed that if you couldn’t answer, you drank a whole bottle.
After downing several bottles in a row, Min Yue wanted to leave the game, Chen Yuchen wanted to leave the game, but Pei Zhouye wouldn’t let them go. If they needed the toilet, they had to wait until he returned.
The others understood and tactfully dispersed, either chatting in groups or looking down at their phones. No one interfered anymore.
After all, it was Chen Yuchen who didn’t know what was good for him first, asking such insidious questions.
People were in the honeymoon phase; anyone with eyes could see it was good. But among their group, who could talk about “forever”?
He just had to touch bad luck and pour cold water. He had guts, directing his bad intentions at Pei Zhouye.
When Chen Yuchen came back from the toilet, his steps were unsteady, his face a mix of green and white.
Pei Zhouye acted like he didn’t see it; with a push of his fingertip, the bottle spun again.
“Stop playing.” Wen Yan suddenly reached out and gently tugged Pei Zhouye’s cuff.
Pei Zhouye glanced sideways at him, his eyes cold and casual.
Wen Yan silently let go.
In the end, Chen Yuchen was sent directly to the hospital by car.
Corridor
Pei Zhouye gripped Wen Yan’s chin and kissed him directly, almost biting. Wen Yan struggled but was pinned against the wall, even his breath plundered.
Passersby hurriedly lowered their heads to avoid it; no one dared to look twice.
Wen Yan finally struggled free a little space and bit down hard.
Pei Zhouye winced in pain, his thumb grinding over Wen Yan’s wet lips, voice low and hoarse: “Biting me?”
The next second, Wen Yan was dragged into the room and thrown onto the bed.
“Wen Yan.” Pei Zhouye stared down at him, the darkness in his eyes frightening. “Are you counting the days every day? Waiting for the four months to be up so you can leave immediately?”
Wen Yan knew he was angry.
He propped himself up on the sheets to sit straight. The dull pain in his back hadn’t faded, yet he looked up and met Pei Zhouye’s gaze directly, without dodging.
“Yes. It ends on January 22nd; you promised.”
Pei Zhouye suddenly laughed, the laughter low and cold, making one’s scalp numb.
“Addicted to being a canary?” His tone was odd, like mockery, or like forcing himself to accept something. “You aren’t even willing to lie to me one more time?”
He thought Wen Yan was slowly accepting him. In fact, Wen Yan was counting down the days every day.
Back then, Wen Yan had said it so clearly: he didn’t love him, and wouldn’t love him. If he wanted to hear it, he could lie to him.
And today’s “like” was the only lie Wen Yan was willing to bestow upon him as charity.
“Fine.” He leaned over, knuckles brushing past Wen Yan’s face, voice very soft, the hostility in his eyes paranoid and cold. “Acting so obedient, wanting to run so much. Then for the next two months…”
Wen Yan’s breathing stopped; a tie was already wrapped around his wrist bone.
“I won’t waste a single day.”
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