Chapter 21: She’s Your Future Sister-in-Law
The living room was silent.
Gu Yulan opened his mouth, his throat tight, but nothing came out.
What was he doing?
He hadn’t planned to actually do anything to Wen Yan today; he had just wanted to see him.
But now, he had a vague intuition that he might really lose Wen Yan.
“Yan-yan, sorry. Wen Yan, sorry. I didn’t intend to really do those things. I was just… really just too afraid just now.” Gu Yulan repeated muttering, his eyes pleading.
Only then did he realize Wen Yan was trembling.
Wen Yan let out a cold laugh, biting his lower lip tightly, forcing back his tears.
Men, are they animals that disregard everything when impulse and emotion take over? But why hadn’t he ever been so reckless? His father wasn’t like this either.
Gu Yulan continued to explain in a low voice, “Yan-yan, I know many people like you. I’m just a very ordinary one among them. I trust you, but I was too scared. I wanted to use this method…”
His explanation was urgent, yet it seemed feeble.
Wen Yan lowered his eyes, his voice tired. “Gu Yulan, from the moment I agreed to be with you, I thought about accepting doing these things with you, but not now. You can’t treat me so casually. You can’t use such reasons to patronize me, to lie to me.”
His tone was calm. “You should go.”
Gu Yulan didn’t move. Wen Yan pushed him with his hand. “Get out! Get the hell out! Don’t ever come back!”
It was the first time seeing the usually good-tempered Wen Yan lose control of his emotions.
Gu Yulan wanted to say something more, but thinking of something, he followed Wen Yan’s gaze and froze abruptly.
It was the lubricant and condoms sticking out of his coat pocket.
His defense just now of “not intending to really do anything” appeared exceptionally pale and laughable.
Gu Yulan fell silent. He picked up his phone, walked out of Wen Yan’s rental apartment, and closed the door very softly.
Wen Yan stood alone in the living room for a long time before slowly losing strength and sitting back on the sofa.
He began to reflect, reflecting on where exactly this relationship between him and Gu Yulan had started to deviate.
Sending him ninety-nine love letters in high school, staying by his side for two years in university, driving twelve hours for him during the summer break. He had given all his sincerity to Gu Yulan, and believed that the other party’s silent companionship for four years was true affection.
But why had it reached the point where he started doubting this affection?
Outside the rental, someone knocked on the door.
The peephole was broken. Wen Yan hesitated for a while, opened the door, and seeing the person outside, went to close it again.
A hand jammed into the crack of the door, forcibly stopping it from closing.
That hand held a portion of wontons from the shop at the complex entrance that Wen Yan often ate at.
“Yan-yan, you haven’t eaten dinner yet.” Gu Yulan stood outside the door, his tone dejected and exhausted.
The tears Wen Yan had been holding back all this time finally rolled down. He stood there, tears falling like beads.
Gu Yulan stood outside with no intention of walking in.
After a long time, Wen Yan took the bowl of wontons, and that hand finally retracted.
“See you tomorrow, Yan-yan.”
Wen Yan didn’t speak and closed the door.
Gu Yulan went downstairs, knowing that Wen Yan’s silence meant tacit approval—he didn’t plan to break up with him.
Wen Yan was very easy to coax.
The phone rang. Gu Yulan’s depressed mood improved. He stopped downstairs, ready to hear Wen Yan’s voice.
“Yulan, why didn’t you bring your little canary to Jinquan? Listening to your situation, it doesn’t sound like ‘after the deed’ either. I say, if you’re tired of playing with him, give him to us to play with. I bet a lot of money and lost because of this…”
A group of people eating, acting on a whim to play some games.
Gu Yulan lost. The requirement he agreed to was to take Wen Yan to Jinquan Mall to pick a gift for Lin Seran. They would then stage a scene saying Gu Yulan and Lin Seran had a thing in the past, to see what reaction that cold person would have.
Later they bet again on whether Gu Yulan would sleep with Wen Yan first after finding him. Gu Yulan bet “yes” himself, and the group roared in agreement.
Only Shen Yao, going crazy for some reason, placed all his winnings on “no.”
The person on the other end, hearing no sound from Gu Yulan despite being on speaker, was somewhat dissatisfied.
“I stuffed the things in your pocket and you still didn’t get on him, can you not get it up…”
As the person rambled on, Gu Yulan’s eyes grew colder and colder. He said nothing and hung up the phone.
Inside a car, the sound of a phone hanging up echoed.
On a tablet, the teasing voices of those people regarding Wen Yan vanished simultaneously with Gu Yulan hanging up, replaced by Gu Yulan’s reckless cursing.
The filthiest curses, completely inconsistent with Gu Yulan’s usual hypocritical exterior.
Pei Zhouye turned off the tablet, showing no expression on his face.
After getting Gu Yulan’s phone soaked last time, he had sent someone to install a bug in the new phone given to Gu Yulan.
Even knowing everything was within his arrangements, hearing Wen Yan’s broken questioning through the screen still made his heart ache.
Would he still like Gu Yulan like this? What if he knew more?
In the rearview mirror, Pei Zhouye’s brows were cold and severe, his face gloomy, his paranoid sharpness unconcealed.
The phone rang; it was Shen Yao.
“Brother! You are simply a god!” Shen Yao’s voice couldn’t hide his excitement. “Gu Yulan really didn’t touch Wen Yan! Those bastards are dumbfounded now! I won so satisfyingly! Tell me, is it true that Gu Yulan can’t get it up? Brother, I don’t need those cars anymore…”
Shen Yao was emotional, licking his lips as he thought about the things he won from that group of scoundrels.
Originally, when Pei Zhouye told him to bet “no,” he was reluctant. Everyone knew the initiative lay with Gu Yulan, and Gu Yulan himself bet “yes.” Betting against him was a guaranteed loss.
He only agreed reluctantly after Pei Zhouye added a few cars to the pot.
“Shut up.”
The other end of the phone fell silent instantly. Only then did Shen Yao notice the chill in Pei Zhouye’s tone, swallowing belatedly.
“Don’t talk about him like that in the future. She’s your future sister-in-law.”
“Huh?” Shen Yao’s brain couldn’t turn the corner for a moment.
Hearing no sound from the other side, he asked fearfully and uncertainly, “Brother, you like Gu Yulan… That’s a clash of positions, right? But you’re definitely the top…”
“Dumbass.” Pei Zhouye couldn’t bear it anymore. His depressed mood turned into speechlessness and anger. He really wanted to take Shen Yao to get his brain checked to see if he was a twenty-year-old imbecile.
The phone was abruptly hung up.
Shen Yao held the phone, his expression frozen for a good while, finally recovering from the excessive gossip and the excitement of winning the bet.
Who his brother mentioned just now couldn’t be Wen Yan, right?
The universally known, two-million-yuan, Gu Yulan’s canary?
Shen Yao frowned, recalling a lot of things, and then thinking of Wen Yan holding Gu Yulan’s arm at Pei Zhouye’s welcome banquet.
Pei Zhouye really fell for someone else’s person. This is too morally bankrupt.
Even if he’s good-looking, it’s not okay. Shen Yao added silently in his heart.
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