Chapter 41: I Won’t Touch You
Nan City First People’s Hospital.
In the corridor outside the ward, Wen Yan looked at the open door.
People came and went in the corridor. It wasn’t a single room; others were entering and exiting too.
Mother Wen lowered her head, looking at Father Wen. Father Wen’s eyes were closed, tubes attached to his body.
No one noticed he was there.
Wen Yan’s nose soured again.
His parents were only in their forties. Half a year ago, people often praised them for looking young.
Now, the two had suddenly aged so much, with many white hairs appearing amongst the black.
They had made an agreement that when Father Wen recovered, Wen Yan would take them both to dye their hair black.
Now that the white hair had grown much more and longer, that agreement still hadn’t been realized.
If only I could trade my life for his. A thought flashed through Wen Yan’s mind.
He smiled bitterly. Unfortunately, exchanges in reality weren’t like that, but happened in a much more despicable way.
Mother Wen seemed to sense something and looked up outside the ward door, but there was nothing there.
Wen Yan hid against the wall, listening to the people inside talking.
“What’s wrong?” asked the nurse giving Father Wen an injection.
Mother Wen lowered her head to look at Father Wen on the bed, her voice hoarse and soft. “Nothing, I just miss my son a bit. He’s studying at A University; his grades are excellent.”
Father Wen’s finger moved slightly.
Outside the door, Wen Yan wept silently, lowering his head as he hurriedly left.
There were too many people crying in the hospital. Occasionally someone looked sideways, but they didn’t find it strange.
The address Pei Zhouye gave was a villa area in the center of Nan City.
When Wen Yan arrived, he dialed the number left by Pei Zhouye.
The person on the other end came quickly—it was an auntie who couldn’t speak.
She gestured for Wen Yan to follow her, leading him to a standalone three-story villa. She recorded Wen Yan’s fingerprints and gave him the key.
Except for the initial greeting, Wen Yan didn’t speak the whole way, letting the auntie lead him and arrange various things.
After arranging everything, the auntie took out her phone and gestured to add Wen Yan’s contact information.
Looking at the auntie’s sincere eyes, Wen Yan hesitated for a while before taking out his phone.
[Auntie Chun: Please tell me if you need anything, I will arrange it.]
[Auntie Chun: Someone cleans here regularly, it is very clean. The bedding has also been changed.]
Wen Yan intended to reply, but seeing the last sentence—not knowing if he was overthinking it—the tips of his ears turned red and hot rapidly, and his brows furrowed tightly.
[Wen Yan: Thank you. I understand.]
[Auntie Chun: You and Little Pei are both very good children. This is the first time Little Pei brought someone home.]
Wen Yan bit his lip, not knowing what to reply. Auntie Chun stood up to leave.
After seeing Auntie Chun off, another message popped up on Wen Yan’s phone.
Cheng Shangshi sent the friend request again.
Wen Yan clicked accept.
At that time, Cheng Shangshi had indeed wanted to help him. When Manager Wang reported to Pei Zhouye, he had indeed implicated Cheng Shangshi in his anger.
But he had promised Cheng Shangshi to accept the friend request later; he couldn’t break his promise like this.
[Cheng Shangshi: Have you got your phone back now?]
[Wen Yan: Mn.]
Cheng Shangshi still thought he had only retrieved his phone from Gu Yulan today.
Pei Zhouye got off the plane and left the airport, where a driver was waiting to pick him up.
It was already dark outside.
He had slept for a few hours on the plane, but not peacefully.
Thinking of Wen Yan waiting for him in the house in Nan City, his blood seemed to boil.
Now off the plane, those uneasy excitement factors jumped more violently in his body.
“Drive a bit faster,” Pei Zhouye told the driver in the front row.
“Yes.” The driver stepped on the gas a bit more.
The evening wind blew in from outside. The vehicle sped along, the scenery outside the window retreating rapidly.
Pei Zhouye got out of the car and went straight to the main gate.
He didn’t open the door but stood outside, steadying his breathing.
Having prepared everything, Pei Zhouye rang the doorbell.
Hearing the doorbell, Wen Yan got up and walked over.
He saw Pei Zhouye outside the door, wondering what madness Pei Zhouye was up to again, ringing the doorbell instead of opening the door to his own house.
The door opened just a crack when a cold wind wrapped in Pei Zhouye’s scent slammed in. Before Wen Yan could even see his face clearly, he was pressed fiercely into an embrace by brute force.
He struggled reflexively, but Pei Zhouye’s arms didn’t budge an inch.
Wen Yan clenched his teeth, finally giving up resistance.
“Close the door.” His voice was hoarse and exhausted.
Bang! A loud noise.
The door frame vibrated.
Pei Zhouye’s lips crushed down directly—plunder without any buffer. Wen Yan was forced to stumble back, his lower back hitting the entryway cabinet.
Pei Zhouye cupped the back of his head, his other hand pinching his waist, almost half-dragging and half-carrying him toward the living room.
The armrest of the sofa dug into the back of his knees. Wen Yan lost his balance and fell into Pei Zhouye’s arms. The other party groaned but took the opportunity to clamp his thighs, pressing him directly onto his lap.
This posture made Wen Yan go stiff all over. He struggled to get up, his palm just propping up on the sofa when his fingertips inadvertently grazed a certain burning contour.
He retracted his hand as if electrocuted.
Pei Zhouye’s breathing suddenly became heavy. Instead of backing away, he pinched Wen Yan’s chin and kissed deeper, as if to drain all the air from his lungs.
Wen Yan’s vision went black, his eardrums drumming with a violent heartbeat, unable to distinguish whether it was his own or the other’s.
The central air conditioning was clearly on in the villa, yet it felt incredibly hot right now.
Pei Zhouye finally released his lips, but just as he gasped half a breath, he pinched his chin and kissed him again.
This time it was no longer fierce plunder, but almost devout licking, from the center of his brows to the corners of his eyes, then to the trembling corners of his lips.
Wen Yan threw his head back, his Adam’s apple rolling helplessly. Pei Zhouye’s lips chased that bit of protrusion and bit down. When teeth gently ground over his collarbone, his whole body shook violently.
Itchiness, shame, and fear.
That large palm touched Wen Yan’s waist, and Wen Yan’s body stiffened.
Pei Zhouye paused, looking up at Wen Yan’s face. Those misty eyes were full of confusion and fear.
Unknowingly, tears were rolling down from those beautiful eyes.
He froze for a moment, then hugged Wen Yan tightly.
“Don’t be afraid,” Pei Zhouye’s voice was terribly hoarse. “I won’t touch you.”
After a long silence, Wen Yan finally spoke, his voice so light it was almost inaudible. “What happened with my father and Gu Yulan?”
Pei Zhouye’s low voice rang in Wen Yan’s ear as he explained slowly and flatly:
“He tricked Uncle into making an investment. That investment was a trap from the start. Last night, he absconded abroad with the money; Uncle must have discovered something.”
Wen Yan fell silent again.
Pei Zhouye let go of Wen Yan, looking at him with obscure eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice devoid of any fluctuation. “I suppressed the news. The investment is clean now. My people will talk to Uncle; there won’t be any problems.”
“How much money?” Wen Yan raised his wet eyelashes, his voice starting to tremble. “Several million? Or…”
Pei Zhouye didn’t answer.
Wen Yan raised his voice, shouting almost in a breakdown, “Tell me!”
Pei Zhouye stroked Wen Yan’s face and said truthfully, “Two million.”
Translator’s note: Damn… pay me, dadd- Ohh, respectfully, pay me. Hahahaha.
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