Chapter 18 I Don't Want to Leave

"You're back."

Su Yueming finally woke up, his voice languid.

Wang Yan was brought back to his senses by those words.

With his gaze fixed on Su Yueming, who was imprisoned on the large bed, he knew he couldn't wait seven days any longer; he planned to release him tomorrow.

Just as he was seeing him off, Wang Yan wanted to give him something.

"I have a gift I want to give you."

Wang Yan slowly uttered those words.

"What is it?" Su Yueming immediately perked up.

Wang Yan pursed his lips, not speaking immediately.

Ever since she fell in love with Su Yueming, Wang Yan has prepared a birthday gift for him every year, but she has never given it to him.

Especially after Su Yueming became a famous singer, he would receive countless expensive gifts every time he celebrated his birthday, which made the gifts chosen by Wang Yan seem cheap in comparison.

But everyone wants the person they like to wear the things they bought.

"Let me look for it."

Wang Yan squatted down and pulled an iron box out from under the bed.

The tin box was old, but the outer skin was very clean, and it was obvious that it had been wiped clean many times.

Wang Yan took a deep breath, opened the tin box, which contained all sorts of gifts.

Some came with packaging, while others did not.

But without exception, they were all brand new.

Ignoring the pens and cufflinks, Wang Yan picked up the most valuable item inside.

It was a watch, which Wang Yan had bought at a high price.

Wang Yan licked his lips, closed the iron box again, and pushed it back under the bed.

"Did you find it?" Su Yueming, lying on the bed, urged. He was eager to know what gift Wang Yan would give him.

"Found it."

"What is it?" Su Yueming's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Wang Yan didn't speak, but silently took his left hand. The cool watch face touched the skin of his wrist, and Wang Yan subconsciously softened his breathing.

He carefully placed the watch on Su Yueming's wrist; it fit perfectly and looked beautiful.

It's not that the watch is good-looking, but that anything looks good on Su Yueming.

Every random photo you take can become an endorsement.

Watching the clock hands turn, Wang Yan straightened up again.

"A watch?"

Su Yueming gently shook his left wrist and said with certainty, "I happen to be missing a watch."

Wang Yan didn't think Su Yueming would be short of a watch; he was so rich, he could buy anything.

But Wang Yan was still pleased by his flattering words.

The smile that appeared on Wang Yan's lips vanished in an instant. He turned his head away, believing he had said what Su Yueming most wanted to hear: "I'll let you leave tomorrow."

"ah?"

Su Yueming didn't expect the topic to suddenly take such a sharp turn.

"I'll let you go tomorrow."

Wang Yan thought Su Yueming hadn't heard him clearly, so he repeated it firmly this time.

"Why so suddenly?" Su Yueming asked anxiously; he didn't want to leave Wang Yan.

He was afraid that after this departure, he wouldn't know when they would meet again.

Just like graduating from university, the world is too big, leaving is like disappearing.

Wang Yan thought Su Yueming was afraid, afraid that he would do something scary to him.

"Don't be afraid. I never intended to harm you, so I won't let you go either."

Realizing that he really had to let Su Yueming leave, Wang Yan was filled with reluctance.

This watch was to be considered the last gift Wang Yan gave him.

Tonight was an exceptionally difficult night for both of them.

Su Yueming kept reflecting on what he had done wrong that made Wang Yan want to send him away ahead of schedule.

Wang Yan was torn between two thoughts: reluctance and the need to let go.

Night fell over the entire room, and not a sliver of moonlight penetrated the dim environment.

Silence, boundless silence.

As the sun rose and the first rays of sunlight shone in, Wang Yan slowly stood up.

With his bloodshot eyes wide open, he carefully walked to the bedside, bent down to try to unlock the handcuffs on Su Yueming's body, but the next second Su Yueming reflexively grabbed his fingers.

Just as Wang Yan was taken aback, Su Yueming said softly, "My stomach hurts."

Wang Yan frowned instantly, his attention shifting immediately: "What's wrong? Has it been hurting the whole time?"

“I don’t know what happened either.” Su Yueming paused. “It just suddenly started hurting.”

Wang Yan was worried and didn't know what to do, but he still hadn't forgotten about seeing Su Yueming off.

"Hold on a little longer." Wang Yan hurriedly tried to unlock Su Yueming's handcuffs. "I'll unlock them for you now, and then you can go to the hospital by yourself."

Su Yueming: "..."

"No, I'm in so much pain I can't stand up or walk."

Su Yueming frowned in pain and deftly dodged Wang Yan's attempt to unlock the handcuffs.

"Then what should we do?"

This was the first time Wang Yan had ever seen someone with such severe stomach pain, and his voice began to tremble with panic: "Wait here, I'll go buy you some stomach medicine."

"good."

Su Yueming nodded.

Upon hearing that he had agreed, Wang Yan immediately rushed out of the bedroom and headed straight for the nearby pharmacy.

As the door slammed shut, Su Yueming slowly sat up from the bed.

The pained expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by annoyance.

Does Wang Yan think of him as an object? He can take him if he wants him, and return him if he doesn't!

He came all this way, he's not going to leave.

Su Yueming thought with a deep sense of resentment.

To make it more realistic, Su Yueming reached for the water glass on the bedside table, then wiped the water droplets on his forehead, pretending it was cold sweat.

Wang Yan hasn't run that fast in a long time.

He completely forgot he had an electric scooter; his lungs felt like they were about to burst from running inside his chest.

It only took Wang Yan fifteen minutes from running to the pharmacy to returning.

He stepped up two steps, and the motion-activated lights in the stairwell turned on, illuminating his slightly pale face.

He returned to the bedroom, panting heavily, his voice hoarse: "I bought the stomach medicine."

Hearing Wang Yan's voice, Su Yueming's heart clenched. "No need to be in such a hurry, no need to run too fast."

"I'm fine." Wang Yan was still anxious, his gaze falling on the cold sweat slowly sliding down Su Yueming's temples, feeling even more distressed. "I'll go get you some water right now."

Before Su Yueming could speak, Wang Yan had already left with the empty water glass.

Although he didn't know why Wang Yan suddenly asked him to leave, Su Yueming still sensed that Wang Yan was worried about him, and this realization instantly dispelled his resentment.

When he returned, Wang Yan filled a glass with warm water.

"Here, take your medicine."

Wang Yan quickly glanced at the instructions, then scooped out the pill and held it to Su Yueming's lips.

Soft lips touched Wang Yan's fingers, like strawberry-flavored jelly.

Under Wang Yan's watchful gaze, Su Yueming slowly opened his mouth, and the pill was thrown into his mouth. He obediently swallowed it with warm water.

As long as he can stay here, he'd be willing to forgo medicine even if Wang Yan gave him rat poison, let alone medicine if he wasn't sick.