Chapter 39 Bringing It Home

Wang Yan quickly caught him.

Shen Le'an leaned firmly against his chest, her head resting against his chest.

Despite the chaotic environment of the bar, Shen Le'an could still clearly hear Wang Yan's steady and powerful heartbeat.

He tentatively reached out and wrapped his arms around Wang Yan's waist, feigning drunkenness as he murmured, "I'm so dizzy, why is the ground shaking?"

"You're drunk," Wang Yan explained patiently. "I'll take you home now."

"go home?"

Shen Le'an repeated himself, then emphasized it, in a childlike, willful tone: "I want to go home!"

"Um."

Wang stretched his hand under Shen Le'an's armpits and forcefully pulled him up.

Don't let Shen Le'an's slender appearance fool you; he's actually quite heavy.

Wang Yan helped him walk slowly but steadily out of the bar.

Pushing open the bar door, Wang Yan finally led Shen Le'an out, the noisy music well isolated inside.

Wang Yan stopped and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Looking at Shen Le'an's tightly closed eyes, he felt increasingly helpless.

The dim streetlights cast long shadows on them.

Wang Yan wanted to hail a taxi to take him home, but then remembered that he didn't know the address, so he could only look back at Chen Le'an in his arms.

"Wake up," Wang Yan called softly to Shen Le'an, "Where do you live?"

Shen Le'an heard this, and he opened his eyes halfway, looking back at Wang Yan in a daze, "I...I can't remember..."

His goal wasn't to go home, and he didn't want to go home.

A cool breeze rustled through the branches.

At the same time, Shen Le'an also shrank back slightly, indicating that he was a little cold.

Wang Yan looked down at the white vest he was wearing and the brown casual pants he was wearing.

When Shen Le'an noticed that he had been noticed, he quickly straightened his body slightly. He had specifically learned how to wear this outfit online.

It's said to be incredibly attractive to men.

Faced with his outfit, Wang Yan thought, "Wearing so little, who else would be cold if not him?"

"Then what should we do?"

Wang Yan's gaze shifted upwards, returning to Shen Le'an's face, and he said somewhat urgently, "Think about it carefully, how could a person forget their own home address?"

The eucalyptus leaves clung to Wang Yan's body like noodles.

He looked at Wang Yan, then slowly blinked. "I think I remember now."

"Speak quickly."

Wang Yan stared intently at him.

"My hometown is in Henan Province..."

"stop."

Wang Yan interrupted him without hesitation, "I asked for the address in City A."

"Huh?" Shen Le'an looked back at him blankly.

"How about this," Wang Yan finally relented, "I'll take you to a nearby hotel for the night."

"No." Shen Le'an understood this in just one second. "I think the hotel is not clean."

"It's okay, I'll find you a clean bar."

They were already drunk, but they still had a lot of demands.

"I have trouble sleeping in hotels... I can't sleep in hotels."

"Then think about your home address while you can't sleep."

Shen Le'an was almost choked to death by Wang Yan, but what he said left him no room for rebuttal.

Just as Wang Yan was dragging him toward the hotel, Shen Le'an had a sudden inspiration.

"But I didn't bring my ID card."

These words truly forced Wang Yan to stop in his tracks.

It's true that you can't check into a hotel without your ID card, but now it seems that as long as you remember your ID number, you can use facial recognition.

Do you still remember your ID number?

Wang Yan felt that his question was utterly pointless; he couldn't even remember his home address, let alone his ID card.

Sure enough, Shen Le'an shook his head the next second, "My head is so dizzy, I can't keep my eyes open."

Wang Yan also fell silent.

Shen Le'an observed Wang Yan's emotions and saw that the time had come.

He gently tugged at Wang Yan's sleeve. "Why don't you go back to your house first? I'll leave first thing tomorrow morning."

"no."

Wang Yan refused cleanly and decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

Shen Le'an was also slightly taken aback by his rejection, and her displeasure rose like a staircase.

Wang Yan also realized the toughness in his attitude, and he closed his eyes tightly.

There was really no other way.

He could have simply dumped Shen Le'an on the street or under a bridge; either way, he could have made do for the night.

But he couldn't do it.

"Fine, come home with me."

Before Shen Le'an could even feel a surge of joy, Wang Yan's tone suddenly turned serious, "But you'll have to sleep in the living room."

"Um."

Shen Le'an nodded, feigning a lack of energy.

Wang Yan led Shen Le'an to the side of the road, hailed a taxi, and then put Shen Le'an into the back seat.

When the driver, Wang Yanchao, announced the name of the residential area, Shen Le'an silently memorized it and repeated it several times in a hushed tone.

The scenery outside the car window kept rushing past, and the colorful lights shone through the glass onto Wang Yan's face, their flickering light making it impossible to discern the emotions in his eyes.

The longer it goes on, the more regret begins to grow.

He shouldn't have agreed so impulsively, after all, Su Yueming was still locked up at home.

But now he can't go back on his word, otherwise it would be no different from self-destruction.

As the taxi drove into the residential area, Wang Yan let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"The gentleman has arrived."

"Thanks."

Wang Yan opened the car door, got out of the car first, and then bent down to pull up Chen Le'an.

He staggered down the steps, and Wang Yan quickly helped him steady.

The car door closed with a dull thud, and the motion-activated light at the entrance of the building turned on.

"Watch out for the steps."

Wang Yan whispered a reminder to him.

Shen Le'an lifted his heel, his eyes cautiously surveying his surroundings. With the help of the faint light, he could make out the old, dilapidated neighborhood.

It turns out that Wang Yan lived in such a place.

They followed Wang Yan to the fifth floor and watched him unlock the door with his key.

The room was pitch black, and Wang Yan did not choose to turn on the lights.

He dragged the heavy eagle to sit on the wooden sofa, saying, "You'll have to make do here for the night."

Wang Yan glanced towards the bedroom and continued, "Try not to make any noise, I have some neurasthenia."

"Okay, haha."

Shen Le'an laughed foolishly because he was drunk.

"It's getting late, I'm going back to my room now."

As he left, Wang Yan took off his coat and draped it over Shen Le'an's shoulders.

I'm finally back home.

Turn the doorknob and push the door open into the bedroom.

Wang Yan cautiously locked the door from the inside to make sure he wouldn't be disturbed.

Turning to look at Su Yueming lying on the big bed, he was still fast asleep, his breathing steady.

Wang Yan breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He lay back down on the big bed, next to Su Yueming.

In the darkness, Su Yueming's fingers, hanging by his side, twitched slightly.