Shocking The Madman Stole Someone Else’s Canary to be His Wife chapter 1

Chapter 1: Is He Not Just a Canary?

[Double Male Lead! A love story between two men! If you entered by mistake, please exit now!]

[The protagonist’s moral views do not represent the author’s or the readers’ views. Just a place to park your brain~]

Jiang City, inside a rental apartment downtown.

Wen Yan’s consciousness was hazy, yet his physical sensations were excessively clear.

Someone was pressing down on him, yet seemed to carry no weight at all. A scorching body heat radiated through the thin fabric of his clothes, scalding his skin until he trembled.

“Don’t…”

Wen Yan instinctively tried to pull away, but the sound that spilled from his throat was unreasonably soft.

The other person chuckled low in his throat. Burning lips ground against his forehead, the tip of his nose, and finally, heavily blocked his lips.

He struggled, trying to push the man away, but his wrists were wickedly pinned down, fingers interlaced and pressed deeper into the mattress.

His breath was stolen. Tears slid from the corners of his eyes, and the man’s free hand gently wiped them away.

It was such a familiar gesture…

Wen Yan jerked awake.

His mind was a blank slate. Wen Yan gasped for air, slowly recovering from the lingering palpitations of his heart.

He was back in his familiar rental bedroom.

Sunlight streamed through the white curtains, illuminating the wallpapered walls and the professional textbooks stacked on the desk.

Wen Yan didn’t hesitate. He got out of bed and went to the bathroom to splash water on his face.

The person in the mirror had cool, clear features, but his cheeks and the corners of his eyes were flushed a distinct red. His eyes were unfocused, and his lips were pressed tightly together.

It was that same dream again.

He already had a boyfriend, so why was he still having this dream?

Wen Yan returned to the bedroom and picked up his phone. A contact he had pinned to the top only two days ago had sent a message.

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[Yan-yan, a friend of mine is holding a welcome-back party tonight. Can you come with me?]

It was accompanied by a “please” sticker of a cute kitten.

Wen Yan was amused by the kitten expression. He hesitated for a moment, but still refused.

[Yulan-ge, I don’t think I should go. Didn’t we agree that I wouldn’t meet your friends for the time being?]

The other side replied with a crying kitten sticker.

Wen Yan had pulled an all-nighter for his competition entry, but his terrible mood from being entangled in that dream had lightened somewhat.

Gu Yulan, his direct senior at university. Two days ago, Wen Yan had accepted his confession.

Many people had confessed to Wen Yan—men and women alike. But because of those dreams, which clearly involved the body of an adult male, Wen Yan hadn’t dared to accept anyone.

He didn’t know if having those dreams meant he didn’t like girls, but the dreams had traumatized him enough that he wasn’t sure if he could accept men, either.

But Gu Yulan was different. They had attended the same high school. From Wen Yan’s freshman year until now, at the end of his sophomore year, Gu Yulan had always taken care of him.

Even this summer, when his father had a sudden medical emergency and was transferred to a private hospital in Jiang City, it was Gu Yulan who helped arrange it.

Wen Yan was genuinely grateful to Gu Yulan.

When Gu Yulan confessed two days ago, Wen Yan frankly admitted that while he had a good impression of him, he wasn’t in love yet. Gu Yulan had accepted this calmly, saying he was willing to wait.

So, Wen Yan agreed.

Feelings could be nurtured slowly, like a steady stream.

Wen Yan also harbored a despicable thought.

He thought that perhaps if he fell in love with his senior, he wouldn’t have those dreams anymore.

He had seen psychologists, looked up endless information, and even consulted spiritual masters, but nothing had completely solved the problem.

Thinking of the dream, the tips of Wen Yan’s ears burned, and he turned his head away in shame.

In a villa, a group of young socialites lounged around.

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The table was spread with takeout from several famous restaurants in Jiang City. Delivered with care, the food retained its color, aroma, and taste—living up to its reputation and Shen Yao’s specific instructions.

Footsteps sounded from the spiral staircase on the second floor, drawing the group’s attention.

Pei Zhouye walked down, looking languid.

He wore a black T-shirt and long trousers—the simplest of outfits, yet on him, it looked different. His superior proportions—broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs—were on full display. He had just washed his face; his bangs were slightly damp, and his features were flamboyantly handsome. His entire demeanor carried the irritable aura of someone who hadn’t slept enough.

“Brother!” Shen Yao slapped his thigh. “You look too damn handsome!”

The people around him joined the clamor. “Yeah, Young Master Pei still has that style.”

Pei Zhouye had just woken up with jet lag. The shouting gave him a headache.

He lifted his eyelids to sweep a glance over the items on the table, raising a brow in distaste. “Shen Yao, this is what you call a grand welcome?”

Despite his words, Pei Zhouye walked over. The group naturally cleared the seat of honor for him, handing him cutlery once he sat down.

Shen Yao let out an exaggerated sigh. “How could that be! If I tried to fob you off with just this, could I still run with your crew in the future? This is just to pad your stomach. We’re throwing a big bash tonight.”

Shen Yao and Pei Zhouye were childhood friends who had grown up together. Otherwise, the Crown Prince of the Pei family wouldn’t have deigned to stay at his place for a night immediately after getting off the plane, without even returning home.

Shen Yao loved to party and organize gatherings; he had many friends and wide connections. The people present now were young masters from the upper echelons of Jiang City’s social circle. Pei Zhouye had just returned after three years abroad, so their paths would inevitably cross in the future.

They had expected to wait until the afternoon while hanging out, but Pei Zhouye had woken up in the morning.

After brief introductions, Pei Zhouye leaned back into the sofa, lacking interest, idly spinning a lighter in his hand.

As the conversation picked up, Shen Yao glanced at Gu Yulan in the corner and grinned teasingly. “Yulan, I heard you plucked the ‘High Mountain Flower’ and are keeping him as a canary?”

This was big news.

Wen Yan, the “High Mountain Flower” of A University, was famous in their circle. His looks and figure were better than some B-list or C-list celebrities. He had a face that was cold, noble, and unspeakably beautiful, yet incredibly alluring when he smiled.

But no one dared to actually touch him. The cautionary tale was still fresh—the last person who didn’t know his place was still squatting in a detention center. No one knew who had made the move back then, but the methods were ruthless.

The more untouchable he was, the more he tickled people’s hearts. Over the past two years, many had designs on him, both openly and in secret, which only served to make his reputation even louder.

Someone beside them immediately chimed in. “Holy shit, for real? If I knew money could settle it, I would have made a move last semester! Gu Er (Second Young Master Gu), how much did you spend?”

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The crowd went quiet. Even Pei Zhouye lifted his eyes to look over, waiting for an answer.

“Two million,” someone beside him shouted out Gu Yulan’s price.

“Worth it!” several young masters jeered.

“Worth what?” Pei Zhouye suddenly spoke, his voice chillingly cold.

Instantly, silence fell. They wondered if their rowdiness had been too much.

Shen Yao leaned in closer. “Brother, you don’t know, Wen Yan’s face is…”

“Shut up!”

Pei Zhouye stood up and walked out with a dark expression, a ball of nameless fire clogging his chest.

He had been in such a rush to return to the country these past two days. Just two days of not watching him, and Wen Yan had run off with someone else?

Two million was worth what? One look at Wen Yan was worth more than two million.

As Pei Zhouye walked away, someone carefully picked up the conversation.

“Gu Er, bring Wen Yan tonight so we can see him.”

“Yeah, isn’t he just a bird? He’s not that noble.”

Shen Yao was a bit unhappy. “Brother Pei didn’t seem to like Wen Yan just now, right? Why bring him?”

After a moment of silence, someone tutted.

“Brother Pei probably doesn’t even know who Wen Yan is. He just didn’t sleep well and we were being too loud.”

Shen Yao didn’t speak again, which was taken as tacit approval.

Over there, they continued to pester Gu Yulan to bring Wen Yan.

After a long while, Gu Yulan agreed.

“Alright.”

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