Chapter 22: Kick Him Out! I’ll Be Your Wife!
Shen Yanzhou thought of something and turned on his phone.
There was nothing in the missed calls, but in the blocked harassment calls section, there were a dozen calls from Yu Yi’an.
A pile of WeChat messages had also been sent.
Shen Yanzhou remembered that a few days ago, while he was in a meeting, Yu Yi’an had bombarded him with several calls.
In a fit of anger, he set his number as a harassment call and put his WeChat on Do Not Disturb.
Afterward, he forgot about it.
It seemed the young master had been fiddling with his phone all morning trying to contact him.
Shen Yanzhou felt slightly nervous, not knowing what exactly had happened to Yu Yi’an that made him look for him so urgently.
He hurriedly dialed the number back.
The call was connected very quickly.
“Young Master, what are you doing? Uncle Zhang said you went up to the rooftop?” Shen Yanzhou’s voice carried anger, as well as a hint of helplessness.
Silence lingered on the other end for a moment before a weak voice came through.
“Uncle, didn’t you say you didn’t want me anymore? Why are you still calling!”
Yu Yi’an’s voice was pitiful, as if he had suffered a great injustice.
Shen Yanzhou’s handsome brows locked tight.
“My phone was on silent; I didn’t ignore you on purpose,” he explained patiently.
Yu Yi’an seemed to give a soft hmph: “Was it on silent, or did you blacklist me?”
Shen Yanzhou pursed his lips: “Don’t let your imagination run wild, stop making a fuss, come down quickly, I’m almost there.”
Yu Yi’an fell silent for a while again before slowly spitting out a few words: “Then hurry up, Uncle!”
The call hung up.
Shen Yanzhou exhaled deeply.
This young master was truly becoming more and more worrisome!
Yue Ping knew his master was anxious, so he floored the accelerator, and the car sped forward.
Before long, they arrived at the front of the Mingyue Garden villa.
The car barely stopped before Shen Yanzhou got out and strode in.
Seeing Shen Yanzhou arrive, Uncle Zhang hurriedly went up to meet him.
“Mr. Shen, you’re finally here! The Young Master scared us to death!”
Shen Yanzhou’s face was cold: “Still up there?”
Uncle Zhang: “Yes, he refuses to come down no matter what!”
Shen Yanzhou ran up the stairs quickly and arrived at the top floor rooftop.
At the very edge of the rooftop, Yu Yi’an was sitting sideways, tilting his head and looking down at something.
His medium-length gray hair was blown by the breeze, a few strands floating up.
Falling on that beautiful but gloomy face, looking utterly bewitching.
“Young Master!” Shen Yanzhou called out, “Get down here!”
Yu Yi’an looked up and glanced at him.
“Uncle, you’re here.” His voice was bland, as if he couldn’t muster any interest.
As he spoke, he took the gold-rimmed glasses off the bridge of his nose.
Breathed on them, and wiped them gently with a small handkerchief.
Then, with a wave of his hand.
Threw them down.
Leaning over, his gaze followed them down.
The glasses hit the ground and shattered into pieces.
“Uncle, the fourth floor isn’t that high. Tell me, if I jump, will I die?”
He looked at Shen Yanzhou, his pale lips carrying a hint of a smile.
A pair of naturally innocent doe eyes, yet the bottom of his eyes was cold as ice.
Shen Yanzhou was so angry his breath caught.
“Yu Yi’an, cut the act. Come down immediately!”
Yu Yi’an just stared straight at him: “You don’t want me anymore; living is meaningless!”
Shen Yanzhou gritted his teeth in anger: “I told you it was on silent; what kind of childish tantrum are you throwing? You’re eighteen, an adult; can’t you be a bit more mature?”
Yu Yi’an tilted his head slightly: “I am an adult, but I haven’t done the things adults like to do yet!”
Shen Yanzhou narrowed his eyes: “What do you want to do?”
Yu Yi’an fell silent again.
A minute later, he changed the subject: “Uncle, I don’t care if you were on silent. But you hid a man in your house, and I’m not happy!”
Shen Yanzhou: …
This little beast actually learned to monitor him too!
“Yu Yi’an, who I hide has nothing to do with you,” his expression tinged with displeasure.
Yu Yi’an didn’t follow his lead: “I heard that boy is very beautiful, is he?”
Shen Yanzhou’s brows knitted tighter and tighter.
Seeing him not speak, Yu Yi’an looked at Yue Ping standing not far behind him.
“Assistant Yue, have you seen him?”
Yue Ping shook his head, his expression somewhat indescribable: “Not yet.”
Disappointment appeared on Yu Yi’an’s handsome face, and he turned back to Shen Yanzhou: “Uncle, is he prettier than me? Does he please you more than I do?”
Shen Yanzhou felt he couldn’t tolerate him anymore: “Yu Yi’an, are you sick?”
“You are my half-son; what are you comparing with him for?”
“Half-son?” The corners of Yu Yi’an’s eyes lifted, “I’m only one year younger than him, Uncle! I’m your half-son, then what is he to you?”
Anger attacked Shen Yanzhou’s heart.
Gritting his teeth, he roared fiercely regardless of consequences: “He is my wife! What business is it of yours!”
As soon as these words came out, Yue Ping behind him instantly broke into a sweat.
Was his master’s EQ too low, or was he deliberately trying to break someone’s heart?
How could he throw out these words at a time like this!
At this moment, he was truly worried the Young Master would get agitated and jump right off.
Yue Ping nervously and slowly moved his feet towards the edge of the rooftop.
Yu Yi’an’s eyes turned red, his voice becoming hysterical: “Shen Yanzhou, you like men; why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
Shen Yanzhou was slightly stunned, seeming not to understand the meaning behind his words.
“Uncle, kick him out! I’ll be your wife!”
Only then did Shen Yanzhou realize belatedly, as if waking from a dream.
No wonder he felt Yu Yi’an was always deliberately clinging to him recently, and the way he looked at him was often strange.
At the eighteenth birthday party he threw for him, he got drunk and even hugged him and kissed him a few times.
He had never thought in that direction, only treating him as the godson he raised.
It turned out the Young Master actually harbored such thoughts towards him!
“Yu Yi’an, stop talking nonsense.” The corner of Shen Yanzhou’s mouth twitched, “Such crazy talk is forbidden in the future!”
Yu Yi’an’s beautiful face twisted slightly, gritting his teeth hard: “I’m not crazy! I just want you!”
“Uncle, if you don’t want me, I’ll jump from here right now! Make you feel guilty towards my dad for the rest of your life!”
“You!” Cold anger rose in Shen Yanzhou’s eyes.
Yue Ping hurriedly rushed to save the situation: “Young Master, please don’t do anything foolish!”
“Jumping from the fourth floor won’t necessarily kill you, but you’ll definitely be smashed into a mess!”
“Arms, legs, waist will all be broken, and you’ll become a cripple! If you land on your face, it will be even uglier! You’ll become a monster!”
“Young Master, calm down! Everything can be discussed slowly, okay?”
Yue Ping coaxed cautiously.
Yu Yi’an seemed to have listened to these words.
He wasn’t afraid of death, but he was afraid of not dying and instead becoming what Yue Ping described.
Then he would be even less worthy of Shen Yanzhou.
Yu Yi’an lowered his head.
Shen Yanzhou suppressed the anger in his heart and said: “Come down quickly, we’ll talk slowly.”
Yu Yi’an didn’t speak, remaining silent for a while.
Finally, he slowly stood up and walked over.
Yue Ping grabbed his hand immediately.
As if afraid he would change his mind, he pulled him back.
Pulling the person away from the edge of the rooftop.
Shen Yanzhou’s large hand clamped onto Yu Yi’an’s wrist, leading him downstairs.
Arriving at the door of his study, Shen Yanzhou thought for a moment and let Yue Ping enter with them.
“Yu Yi’an, listen to me carefully.” Shen Yanzhou’s face was very serious.
“Your father was my Big Brother; his kindness to me was heavy. I take care of you to fulfill his entrustment. In my eyes, you are a godson. Nothing more!”
“Don’t cross the line, and I will always be your uncle. Otherwise…”
As he spoke, his eyes grew colder and darker.
“You are already an adult and can live independently. I have done right by Brother Cheng’s entrustment!”
Shen Yanzhou said, looking at Yue Ping: “I have a meeting later; you stay and chat with him.”
He turned and strode towards the door, then turned his head slightly: “If the chat doesn’t go well, find a psychiatrist for him!”
The room fell silent.
Yue Ping walked up to Yu Yi’an and patted his shoulder gently.
“Young Master, sit for a while. Let me make you a glass of fruit juice!”
Yu Yi’an looked up at Yue Ping: “Assistant Yue, my uncle… is he serious about that person?”
Yue Ping lowered his eyes slightly, not answering.
Could he not be serious?
Lin Yuan had only appeared for a few days, and his master, who never touched anyone, had caught him three times just for running away.
Not only that.
He first ordered him to urgently customize a pure gold ball gag.
Then had him buy a top-end phone and implant monitoring software.
He even asked him to customize a collar made of special materials with a tracking chip.
Towards Lin Yuan, he had a possessiveness bordering on perversion.
Whether this counted as love was hard to define, but it was definitely as serious as it could get.
Yue Ping sighed secretly and walked towards the simple kitchen counter nearby.
Yu Yi’an’s gaze became slightly unfocused.
He spoke faintly, his tone softening: “Lin Yuan and I, only one can live. You won’t let me die, then… let him die!”
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