Chapter 51: This Also Needs Teaching
Mu Feng’s entire face turned beet red. “What are you talking about? Teacher Liang isn’t that kind of person.”
Liang Yuhang: “…”
While it wasn’t his subjective intent, when it came to the matter of “playing” with him, he had indeed done so, and quite ruthlessly at that.
Mu Feng’s image of him was indeed far too lofty and pure.
Jiang Yu’an scrutinized Liang Yuhang’s unperturbed face with immense disdain. “Who knows? Are you two going to live together just because you’re engaged?”
“Are we living together?” Mu Feng habitually turned his head toward him, looking for help. “It’s my first time getting engaged; I have no experience.”
Liang Yuhang let out a small laugh. “Am I on my second marriage?”
Mu Feng whispered, “No.”
“See? He’s even intentionally provoking you.” No matter how Jiang Yu’an looked at him, he couldn’t find anything pleasing. “While there hasn’t been a ceremony yet, just call it off.”
“You should worry less about other people’s business.” Lu Zhuo reached out and messily ruffled Jiang Yu’an’s hair. “Isn’t this quite good? Mu Feng doesn’t need to be involved with Liang Jingyi anymore. Our Doctor Liang, even if his morals are corrupt, isn’t completely devoid of a conscience.”
Amidst the praise, he didn’t forget to slide in a couple of stabs.
Liang Yuhang let out a “tsk.” “My thanks to you.”
Jiang Yu’an very unhappily slapped Lu Zhuo’s hand away. “You’re actually not standing on my side? You’re finished. I’m going on a cold war with you for three days.”
Lu Zhuo: “…”
What was this called? Watching the fire from the opposite bank only for the flames to jump over to himself.
Since the cold war was happening anyway, he might as well say a bit more. “Stop interfering with the two of them. Mu Feng’s situation was already difficult; at least now there’s someone who can help him.”
Jiang Yu’an’s anger dissipated by half. “Oh.”
“If you had even half the brains of your brother, you wouldn’t be…” Liang Yuhang paused. “Never mind, it’s nothing.”
“Finish your sentence! Wouldn’t be what!” Jiang Yu’an was ignited by that single phrase, baring his fangs and claws again. “What bad things are you trying to say about me again? If you have the guts, say it to my face!”
Mu Feng really didn’t know why these two bickered every time they met. He quickly smoothed things over. “Alright, alright. He’s praising you for being broad-minded and not petty. Don’t be angry.”
Jiang Yu’an gave a cold snort. “I don’t care. At your engagement banquet, I want to sit at the main table, in the most prominent seat. No one can shake my status.”
Mu Feng gave Liang Yuhang a look, signaling him to coax the boy.
Liang Yuhang suppressed his annoyance and followed along. “Fine. You can even sit on the stage if you want.”
“Is he being sarcastic again?” Jiang Yu’an had developed a very sharp intuition.
“No, it’s your imagination,” Mu Feng denied firmly.
The most composed person there was Lu Zhuo. He looked at the newly announced couple and analyzed clearly, “Even if it’s a fake engagement, you can’t let anyone catch a flaw. The necessary ceremonies and superficial displays of affection still need to be done.”
Mu Feng felt a surge of secret joy in his heart; the smile on his face could hardly be hidden.
Brother Lu, you’re the real MVP. When it comes to fighting for my benefits, you’re practically a god descended from heaven.
Liang Yuhang hummed. “I know.”
“Huh? No! What do you mean ‘superficial displays of affection’?”
Jiang Yu’an clutched his head, finding it truly hard to imagine the image of this “dead-faced” man stuck to his dear Mu-bao. “You two aren’t actually going to kiss at the engagement banquet, are you?”
At these words, both of them fell into silence.
“No way, no way… is it necessary to go that far?” Jiang Yu’an sucked in a breath of cold air. “Our Mu-bao is sacrificing too much.”
Lu Zhuo tactfully reminded him, “Actually, it’s Doctor Liang who is sacrificing, since he’s the one helping.”
“Shut up! If you say another word, I’m making it a seven-day cold war.” Jiang Yu’an walked over to the office desk and started searching for other people’s engagement scenes.
Without exception, they all featured sweet kisses.
Jiang Yu’an’s world collapsed.
He covered his face and said with difficulty, “I think those kinds of photos are boring. Not novel enough. How about you two perform a double backflip instead? It would definitely be unprecedented.”
Mu Feng was choked by those words. “I don’t want to do something that embarrassing.”
“Between kissing Liang Yuhang and performing a backflip, you actually think the latter is more embarrassing?” Jiang Yu’an found it unbelievable.
Mu Feng turned his head and glanced at Liang Yuhang, his gaze landing on the man’s lips.
He had kissed him once before while half-dreaming, but he had been too muddled and had no clear memory of it.
If they could kiss again…
And even have a photo taken… that would simply be a dream come true.
“What are you looking at?” Liang Yuhang’s gaze also slid down, landing on his rosy lips.
It felt as though tiny dust motes were dancing in the air.
“Nothing.” Mu Feng endured his burning earlobes. “Indeed, compared to the alternative, kissing is a bit better.”
“I’m not worrying about you anymore.” Jiang Yu’an flopped into the swivel chair, feeling like he needed a ventilator. “Act then. Just don’t end up acting your way right into it.”
Lu Zhuo looked up and asked, “Is the date set?”
“No.” Mu Feng’s head was currently in a daze. “The announcement today was also an accident.”
“It wasn’t an accident; I made preparations beforehand.” Liang Yuhang’s tone was very calm. “The best way is to catch everyone off guard so no one can argue.”
Mu Feng looked at him in shock.
So he had already foreseen this result long ago. Every move on the board was carefully planned, the formation laid out in secret.
Liang Yuhang had indeed done what he said he would; he could handle anything.
“You…” Mu Feng didn’t know what to say anymore. “How should I repay you?”
Jiang Yu’an had already raised his hands to block his ears. He didn’t want to hear it; he was tired of this world.
Liang Yuhang thought for a moment. “Pick a day you like. Doing this one thing will be enough.”
Mu Feng thought to himself: We’re already acting. If he respects my decisions this much, isn’t he afraid I’ll fall deeper and deeper?
He put on a relaxed tone. “Then let’s look at the weather forecast. Whichever day is sunny, we’ll pick that one.”
“Alright.” Liang Yuhang looked it up and then said, “This Saturday. It’s a bit rushed, but it doesn’t matter.”
“Did you hear that? Saturday.” Lu Zhuo reached out and patted the “dead fish” Jiang Yu’an. “Let’s find time to go pick out an engagement gift for them.”
“Didn’t hear it.” Jiang Yu’an was barely breathing. “On Saturday, I’ll be dead in the laboratory.”
Liang Yuhang checked his watch. “I have a meeting this afternoon. Come find me tonight to discuss the subsequent arrangements.”
Mu Feng nodded. “Okay. You go get busy; I’m heading to the lab.”
Jiang Yu’an watched Liang Yuhang leave and gave two “tsks.” “The way he talks to you is like a boss to an employee. I can’t stand it. I still can’t stand it.”
Mu Feng said with eyes curved in a smile, “Then I’ll make you happy. I’ll show you the video of Liang Jingyi being driven crazy with anger today.”
“Really? I want to see!” Jiang Yu’an instantly revived. He sat up to look at the phone, commenting as he watched, “If I’d known, I would have gone too. I could have given him two kicks when he rolled off the bed.”
Lu Zhuo watched his ever-changing expressions and lamented, “He’s actually quite easy to coax.”
That evening, after finishing dinner with them in the cafeteria, Mu Feng went upstairs to find Liang Yuhang.
He swiped his card and entered, only to find that the man hadn’t returned yet. 0717 wasn’t there either; only the cat was lying on the coffee table, lazily wagging its tail.
He reached out to pick up the cat and saw a piece of paper underneath. The handwriting was sharp and bold, likely from Liang Yuhang.
[- Reporters: Confirmed] [- Publicity: Confirmed] [- Marital Home: Confirmed] [- Banquet Hall: Confirmed] [- Flower Car: Confirmed] [- Formal Wear: Confirmed] [- Mu Feng: …?]
Every item before it had a small checkmark, indicating completion, except for the question mark next to his own name.
Mu Feng murmured to himself, “So he arranged all of this before I even gave him an answer?”
He didn’t know why Liang Yuhang was being so good to him. Perhaps it really was to use him as a shield against future marriage pressures.
But it was truly so detailed and reassuring.
Mu Feng reached out, picked up a pen, and crossed out the question mark on the last line, changing it to a large checkmark.
“Why didn’t you turn on the light?” Liang Yuhang pushed the door open and saw him squatting in front of the coffee table. Despite being quite tall, he had shrunk himself into a ball, looking like a cat.
“You’re back.” Mu Feng was caught red-handed and felt a bit flustered. “I didn’t mean to look through it. It was just sitting here, and I accidentally saw it.”
Liang Yuhang approached him, feeling that the boy was being far too cautious around him.
He sat on the sofa, still looking down from above. “From now on, my room is yours. You can look through whatever you want; there’s no need to apologize.”
“I won’t look through things casually.” Mu Feng looked up at him. “I’m very clear that we aren’t a real couple. A sense of boundaries is still necessary.”
Now he starts mentioning boundaries.
The person who had released his pheromones so recklessly during his rut seemingly wasn’t him.
Liang Yuhang reached out, his finger landing on Mu Feng’s earlobe, giving it a very light pinch. “If you have such a strong sense of boundaries, how are you going to act out the kiss at the ceremony?”
Mu Feng’s throat bobbed; he felt his throat was incredibly dry. “I don’t know.”
“So stiff.” Liang Yuhang’s hand slid down from the earlobe, landing on the back of his neck. “Others will be able to tell.”
Mu Feng tried his best to relax, but he still couldn’t help but shiver. “I’ll practice more. I won’t hold you back.”
“Practice what? Practice kissing?” Liang Yuhang asked.
Mu Feng’s brain felt like it was going to explode. He couldn’t tell if this was intentional teasing or if, just like his confirmation list, it was simply one of the items he was treating with professional rigor.
He tried to straighten his body to get closer to the other man, but his legs were a bit numb, so he tilted and fell, leaning right between Liang Yuhang’s firm thighs.
“Can we… practice a bit, Teacher Liang?” Mu Feng suppressed his heartbeat, pretending it was mundane. “I don’t know how. I’m afraid…”
Liang Yuhang stared at him for a few seconds. “You do it.”
Mu Feng’s breathing became erratic. Bracing himself against the sofa, he tilted his head up as much as he could, but he only managed to hurriedly graze the corner of the other man’s mouth.
Liang Yuhang let out a small laugh, as if laughing at his clumsy technique.
Mu Feng licked his lower lip and leaned in further. However, the other man leaned back slightly, and he missed. Losing his balance, he fell completely into the man’s arms.
“I’m not practicing anymore. You just want to see me make a fool of myself.” He lowered his head, grumbling in a muffled voice. “We’ll just lose face together then.”
Then he felt the back of his neck being held, and his entire being was pulled in by a strong force.
The moment he looked up, Liang Yuhang leaned down and kissed him. “So stupid. This also needs teaching.”
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