Chapter 52: I Don’t Love You
A City
Wen Yan sat in the car, sulking in silence.
Pei Zhouye tried to kiss him but was pushed away by a hand.
“Get lost.”
Pei Zhouye: “Wife slept so soundly last night.”
Wen Yan saw it clearly now; Pei Zhouye was a beast.
He had clearly passed out last night.
Waking up this afternoon, his whole body ached. He didn’t know what Pei Zhouye had done after he passed out, but there were hickeys almost everywhere.
It was still autumn; he couldn’t wear a scarf all the time. He had school tomorrow—he simply had no face to see anyone.
And then Pei Zhouye had teased him again on the private jet.
Psycho. Madman. Sicko.
Wen Yan was hurting everywhere from anger. He turned his head to look out the window, ignoring Pei Zhouye who kept talking to him.
The car stopped. Wen Yan opened the door to get out, but his legs went soft, and he nearly fell to the ground.
“I’ll carry you.” Pei Zhouye came around from the other side, looking ready to scoop him up.
Wen Yan retreated a few steps in panic. “No!”
It was night, but there were still people outside. He had his dignity.
“Then I’ll piggyback you.” Pei Zhouye leaned one hand on the car door, blocking Wen Yan’s path so he couldn’t leave.
Wen Yan pursed his lips and didn’t speak.
“Then I’ll just carry you.” Pei Zhouye moved to act again.
“You back me!” Wen Yan firmly grabbed Pei Zhouye’s arm, afraid he would really carry him bridal-style right here. After all, Pei Zhouye was capable of anything.
Pei Zhouye curled his lips into a smile, walked in front of Wen Yan, and crouched down. “Baby, get on. Hold tight.”
Wen Yan contemplated the probability of escaping at this moment. Three seconds later, he obediently let Pei Zhouye carry him on his back, burying his head very low.
Probably afraid of falling, Pei Zhouye could feel Wen Yan hugging his neck tightly. Wen Yan was shy, keeping his head down, his hair rubbing against Pei Zhouye’s neck, prickly and ticklish.
They returned to the large riverside flat where Pei Zhouye usually lived.
While Pei Zhouye showered, Wen Yan sat on the sofa in the living room, watching the night view outside.
A City was prosperous, ablaze with lights, towering skyscrapers standing like a forest. The view here was excellent; one could see the long river like a ribbon—a prime location where every inch of land was worth gold, something money alone couldn’t buy.
Wen Yan didn’t understand the circle Gu Yulan talked about, nor did he have a real sense of Pei Zhouye’s family background, relying only on bits and pieces of knowledge.
Luxury estates, villas, houses, private jets. That direct impact hit him straight in the face.
Pei Zhouye, wearing pajamas, didn’t find Wen Yan in the bedroom.
He walked over to Wen Yan and wrapped his arms around him.
Wen Yan carried a faint scent from his shower. Pei Zhouye was obsessed with this scent—the smell of using the same body wash as him.
“This is far from A University. Make do for tonight. I’ll drop you off tomorrow, and pick you up to go somewhere else in the evening.” Pei Zhouye greedily enjoyed every moment with Wen Yan.
Not knowing what crossed his mind, he said again, “Wen Yan, I love you.”
Wen Yan: “Mn.”
Pei Zhouye was surprised, his eyes brightening. “You should say you love me too.”
“I will never fall in love with you.” Wen Yan’s voice was calm but certain.
Pei Zhouye’s smile froze, and his expression turned cold.
He thought Wen Yan was already giving him a chance.
Those cool, indifferent eyes looked at him, enunciating clearly:
“Pei Zhouye, we are in a transaction and a sugar arrangement. You pay off debts for me, and I provide services for you, obeying your will.
I told you a long time ago that I wouldn’t fall in love with you. Now I will still say it: I don’t love you, and I won’t fall in love with you. Our relationship doesn’t warrant such words. When the four months are up, I will leave.
I’m telling you this not to show how high-minded I am. I just don’t want to lie to you or make you misunderstand. If you want to hear it, I can lie too.”
Every word was like a blade, stabbing incessantly at his heart, hard and cold.
Pei Zhouye stared into Wen Yan’s eyes. His pitch-black pupils held something like scrutiny and unwillingness; a gloomy violence appeared in him once more.
He understood what Wen Yan meant. Even if the person in front of him smiled at him, cooperated with his various demands, and gave his body to him, he still didn’t love him.
Wen Yan wasn’t even willing to give him hope.
A mass blocked his chest, difficult to disperse, and many malicious thoughts popped up from it one after another. Chains, collars, never giving him the chance to speak such words again…
In the silence, a fist slammed onto the marble table with a loud clang.
Pei Zhouye stood up, trying his best to suppress his rage.
“Wen Yan, you’d best regret this in four months.”
Wen Yan sat in place, watching Pei Zhouye’s retreating figure.
Pei Zhouye grabbed a jacket and his phone and went out. The door slammed shut with a bang.
The phone received a message.
[The door lock is until 6:30 tomorrow morning. The assistant will pick you up then. At 6:30 PM, he will pick you up at the back gate.]
Wen Yan replied: [Received.]
Pei Zhouye finally couldn’t control his anger and punched the back of the chair, leaving a terrifying dent.
At 6:30 AM, Wen Yan was finally able to open the door.
He opened the door right on time; the assistant was already outside.
Assistant: “Hello, Mr. Wen. My name is Wu Men. You can just call me Xiao Wu. If you need anything, you can find me. This is my…”
The man in front of him was quite a bit older than him.
Wen Yan agreed and handed his phone to the other party, adding his contact information.
At 6:30 PM, Wu Men picked him up at the back gate.
He drove an inconspicuous car and behaved normally without anything strange; he really knew how to do his job.
The car drove to a villa area not far from both Pei’s Technology Company and A University. Wu Men showed him the way.
“President Pei said this will be your new home.”
Opening the door, there was even a housekeeper inside.
Wen Yan remained silent the whole way, listening to them talk.
He thought he was like a lover Pei Zhouye kept on the side. Pei Zhouye was his sugar daddy who gave him a house to live in and would come over when he thought of him.
Pei Zhouye had stayed in Nan City for too long. There were many things at the company that required his personal presence to handle, so he would probably be busy for a long time.
His phone finally pinged.
[Wife: I’ve arrived. Thank you for the care, Benefactor.]
Pei Zhouye was so angry his teeth itched.
He treated Wen Yan as his wife; Wen Yan treated him as a sugar daddy. Even so, who treated a sugar daddy with this attitude? Sending one message a whole day, and even giving the sugar daddy attitude.
Pei Zhouye gritted his teeth, but eventually composed himself.
[Pei Zhouye: Mn.]
Yesterday’s scene was vivid in his mind; naturally, he couldn’t give up just because of this little thing.
He couldn’t possibly let Wen Yan go.
Pei Zhouye didn’t come to this house for a week, so Wen Yan considered he had his own time.
He followed his routine of leaving early and returning late. He had to take the IELTS exam at the end of the month, so he spent his days soaking in the library.
On the weekend, waking up early as usual, he bumped into Shen Yao, who looked like he had just returned from drinking outside.
“Wen Yan? Why are you here? Wait, you haven’t slept either?”
Wen Yan raised his hand to check the time on his phone. It was already 6:30 AM.
“I’m already awake.”
Shen Yao sobered up a little. He looked somewhat embarrassed. “Sister-in-law, sorry about that. I was out playing last night and came back a bit late.”
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