Chapter 3: Your Boyfriend
Wen Yan’s voice trembled with a tremor he didn’t notice himself: “I’m sorry…”
“What are you sorry for?” Pei Zhouye was angry for no reason. “It wasn’t your fault.”
He pulled the dazed Wen Yan to the shade of the roadside trees, staring at the gray Audi. He called the police and sent out a few messages.
Wen Yan finally came back to his senses. He tried to pull his arm out of Pei Zhouye’s hand but seeing the blood on the left hand gripping his wrist—blood that had already started to dry—he didn’t dare use force.
“Thank you for saving me. Your wound and your car…”
Pei Zhouye noticed the movement of the wrist in his grip and tightened his hold irritably. “Besides holding your hand, what else did he do?”
“Huh?” Wen Yan wasn’t sure what he heard.
Pei Zhouye was about to say Gu Yulan’s name, but changed his words, practically grinding them out through his teeth:
“Your boyfriend.”
Receiving no answer, Pei Zhouye let out a low laugh of anger.
Wen Yan looked up abruptly.
The first time he saw Pei Zhouye, he had felt a sense of familiarity and strangeness. That laugh just now was even more familiar…
The person in front of him, similar in age, with that physique and voice—he almost overlapped perfectly with the man in his dreams!
Pei Zhouye’s gaze swept over him, and Wen Yan lowered his head, feeling inexplicably guilty.
“I’ll add your contact information. Wait for the police to come, then we’ll go to the hospital together. You have injuries on your arm too.”
Wen Yan sounded very obedient when he spoke softly, and Pei Zhouye’s irritation subsided a little.
He wanted to actively add his contact info; naturally, Pei Zhouye wouldn’t refuse.
Wen Yan lowered his head to scan the code. The signal wasn’t great, and his phone stuck on the chat interface.
He could feel someone staring at his screen, but the other person was his savior. He didn’t speak, just tapped the plus sign in the top right corner a few more times.
Finally, the scanning interface appeared. Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief, but a message from Gu Yulan suddenly popped up at the top of the screen.
[Yan-yan, have you arrived?]
[I was in too much of a rush just now and couldn’t take you to school.]
[I’ll come find you in a bit.]
Wen Yan’s heart gave a violent jump. His fingers tightened unconsciously, and the phone screen went dark with a snap.
He looked up instinctively, only to crash unexpectedly into a pair of pitch-black, chilling eyes. The gaze carried an intense pressure, like a predator in nature.
Wen Yan hurriedly lowered his head to unlock his phone again.
His boyfriend had just sent him a message, and a stranger saw it—so why did he have the illusion of being caught cheating?
Finally adding the friend, the other person’s name seemed to be a blank space, not displaying anything, and the profile picture was completely black.
“Let’s go to the hospital,” the man said coldly.
Wen Yan glanced at the heavily damaged black car. A Mercedes worth around two million, yet the man in front of him hadn’t even spared it a look.
The person in the gray car had also come out. His face was flushed red, smelling of alcohol. He wasn’t seriously injured, though it looked like he had a fracture.
A Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of them.
Someone opened the door. Pei Zhouye got in and looked at the hesitating Wen Yan. “Get in.”
Wen Yan eventually got in. No matter how rich the other person was, that was their business. The man had been injured saving him, so he should accompany him for the check-up and pay the medical bills.
“Your car is still there.”
“Someone will handle it.”
That car had been chosen specifically to follow Wen Yan because it was nondescript. As for the drunk driver, the people he left behind would handle that too.
After getting in the car, Pei Zhouye’s gaze remained fixed on Wen Yan—from his full forehead to the tip of his nose, further down to his pale pink lips, and his beautiful, delicate collarbone.
Every part of his body was beautiful, carrying a fatal attraction.
Wen Yan felt as if he were being roasted over a fire. His nerves were taut, the scorching gaze landing on him without any attempt at concealment.
Wen Yan was a little afraid. Clutching his phone tightly, he messaged Gu Yulan.
[Yulan-ge, ten minutes ago I was nearly hit by a car on XX Road near the back gate of A University. I was saved by someone.]
[I am in his car now, a black Rolls-Royce, I didn’t catch the license plate. I’m accompanying him to the hospital for a check-up. He has a driver, so I don’t know the destination.]
Wen Yan bit his lower lip until it turned white, his long fingers trembling as he typed line after line. He hoped Gu Yulan would understand.
It was summer break, his friends were all home, and he couldn’t tell his parents about the near-accident.
The reply came quickly.
[Are you injured?]
Wen Yan’s tense nerves relaxed a bit: [No.]
[Then go to the hospital for the check-up. Use my card if you need money.]
Wen Yan’s finger trembled. He wanted to add something, but his phone was snatched away by a large hand stained with blood.
A cold, gloomy voice sounded in his ear.
“You’re messaging him?”
“Is he worth it?”
“Do you like him?”
A rapid string of questions. Wen Yan forced himself to stay calm. “Sir, I am very grateful you saved me, but what you are asking is my private business. It is not convenient for me to discuss this with you.”
The hand moved away from the phone, sliding up to the side of Wen Yan’s face, stopping just short of touching him.
A faint scent of blood lingered in Wen Yan’s nose.
“Are you afraid of me?”
The other party’s tone held a genuine confusion. Wen Yan’s eyelashes trembled slightly.
Being treated so strangely by someone who resembled the male ghost that had haunted his dreams for two years—it would be weirder if he wasn’t afraid.
The car came to a stop. Wen Yan didn’t respond and hurriedly got out.
As the elevator ascended and they stepped out, Wen Yan realized something was wrong.
This was the private hospital where his dad was treated!
It employed famous doctors from home and abroad. Despite the exorbitant costs, it was hard to get an appointment, which was why the Wen family had been so grateful when Gu Yulan brought Wen’s father here.
Wen Yan pursed his lips, thinking of Gu Yulan again, and felt a nameless sadness.
He was still holding that wilted sunflower.
“Hello,” Wen Yan whispered. The person walking beside him, who had deliberately slowed his pace, looked over. “I might not be able to afford the medical fees right now. Can we wait a little while?”
The other person remained silent, staring at him with dark eyes, his emotions unreadable.
Wen Yan got a little anxious. “I will definitely pay! I just… need a little time.”
He didn’t have that much money on him right now, and he couldn’t really just swipe Gu Yulan’s card. He needed time to raise the money.
“Who asked you to pay the medical fees?” Pei Zhouye’s tone held no disdain. “Are you short of money?”
Wen Yan bit his lip, not knowing what to say.
Pei Zhouye spoke up, “I have however much you need. I’ll give it to you…”
Seeing Wen Yan’s expression turn wary, Pei Zhouye looked away.
“Just kidding. If you really want to pay, give me that sunflower.”
He had the patience to wait. He would wait for Wen Yan to break up, but he wouldn’t wait too long.
Wen Yan hesitated. “I must pay the medical fees. I can go out and buy you a new one; this flower is already wilted.”
“I just want this one.” Pei Zhouye’s tone allowed no refusal.
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