Chapter 4 Breaking Both Legs

At seven o'clock in the morning, Wang Yan opened his eyes on time.

This is his biological clock.

Sleeping on the sofa all night wasn't a pleasant experience, but he seemed oblivious to the soreness in his limbs. He calmly stood up and carefully folded and put away the thin blanket.

Su Yueming was still asleep, lying peacefully on the large bed, his breathing even.

Wang Yan withdrew his gaze from him and turned to walk out of the bedroom.

For breakfast, Wang Yan made a simple sandwich and heated a glass of milk.

Wang Yan doesn't have the habit of eating breakfast, but he still made a portion for two.

What Su Yueming said to him last night still had an effect.

After preparing breakfast, Wang Yan returned to the bedroom. Su Yueming was already awake, and his phone, which was placed on the bedside table, was vibrating.

Wang Yan's expression instantly turned cold, and he gripped the milk cup tightly in his hand.

Because that was Su Yueming's phone.

It was obvious that Su Yueming had also noticed, because he had set a special notification sound for his phone.

It's a sneezing alert sound.

"Your phone is ringing," Wang Yan asked Su Yueming deliberately, his voice low and husky. "Who do you think is messaging you?"

Su Yueming immediately understood and realized that Wang Yan had not yet cracked his phone.

“I don’t know,” Su Yueming said honestly, “but my password is… 110500.”

It wasn't that he was deliberately stuttering; he was just a little shy.

November 5th is Wang Yan's birthday.

It's also proof that he's loved him for so many years.

Unfortunately, Wang Yan didn't realize it was his birthday and just stared at Su Yueming with gloomy eyes.

He was speculating about Su Yueming's thoughts with the darkest intentions: "You're not going to tell me a fake password, are you, and then wait for it to be locked forever after three failed attempts, so your friends can't contact you and will call the police..."

"Don't even think about it," Wang Yan added through gritted teeth.

He wouldn't allow anyone or anything to take away the time Su Yueming spent with him.

Faced with Wang Yan's outrageous and critical language, Su Yueming not only remained calm but even seemed to enjoy it.

"How will you know I'm lying if you don't try?" Su Yueming whispered a reminder. "Besides, wouldn't it be even more deliberate not to reply to messages?"

Wang Yan paused for a second, then realized that what he said made sense.

What if his friends go to his house and find no one home?

What should I do if I call the police?

"If you're lying to me, then I'll..." His gaze lingered on Su Yueming's rosy lips, and he swallowed the rest of his words. He truly didn't know what to do with Su Yueming.

"You can break my legs!"

Su Yueming added what Wang Yan hadn't finished saying: "I can never leave you!"

Wang Yan remained silent, the scorching sunlight outside the window not reaching him.

He slowly picked up the phone, the blue light from the screen reflecting on his cheeks, his long, thick eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath his eyelids.

As he typed the password on the screen, Wang Yan belatedly realized that the password seemed to be someone's birthday.

However, before he could figure it out, he had already entered the main page.

Su Yueming gave him the real password.

Without hesitation, he clicked into WeChat and entered the latest chat window.

One of the messages was from Jiang Xiao.

Don't stay home all the time, I'll take you out for drinks to find some inspiration for your lyrics.

The other message was from Song Xiya: "Yueming, are you free tomorrow? I'd like to see you."

Wang Yan's gaze was fixed on this message.

Song Xiya is Su Yueming's rumored girlfriend.

All netizens say that Song Xiya and he are a perfect match, a golden couple.

Every time Wang Yan sees these kinds of comments, he becomes one of those who opposes them being together.

They're not a good match, and they'll never be together.

This comment stood out conspicuously in the comments section below the well wishes.

Of course, some netizens retorted, "They're not together? Are they with you? You haven't peed yet even without a mirror?"

At times like these, Wang Yan would lose all his courage.

Because he knew he wasn't good-looking, he was afraid to look in the mirror; he hated the gloomy reflection of himself in the mirror.

Now that Wang Yan finally had his chance, he furiously typed a message on his phone: "I'm busy, contact me less often in the future."

Looking at the message he had sent, Wang Yan felt instantly refreshed.

Jiang Xiao was Su Yueming's friend.

So Wang Yan, mimicking Su Yueming's usual tone, simply replied, "I don't have time."

Wang Yan turned off the phone screen and then flipped the phone face down.

He didn't even know what his own mindset was; perhaps it was jealousy?

He coldly said to Su Yueming on the bed, "It's a message from Song Xiya. Guess what she sent you?"

However, before Su Yueming could answer...

"Never mind." Wang Yan closed his eyes tightly.

What is he doing?

Is he jealous of someone else's affections? What right does Wang Yan have?

"Let's have breakfast."

Wang Yan picked up his breakfast again, his voice now calm. "This is my first time making sandwiches, I don't know if they'll taste good."

Su Yueming knew, of course, that Wang Yan was changing the subject, and he understood why he was doing so.

In fact, he had been trying to distance himself from Song Xiya all along, but those marketing accounts had no bottom line and always took things out of context, insisting that there was a spark of love between him and Song Xiya.

Those fans started idolizing him without even knowing the facts.

Even though Su Yueming publicly stated at numerous concerts that he was single, his fans didn't believe him, saying he was playing hard to get.

If someone wants to deceive themselves, they won't believe it even if you show them the truth.

Therefore, rumors circulated that Su Yueming's rumored girlfriend was Song Xiya.

“I have absolutely no relationship with Song Xiya.” Su Yueming’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he tried to explain, “She is not my girlfriend.”

Wang Yan looked down at him, not expecting him to say that.

"It has nothing to do with me."

Wang Yan stiffened his neck, refusing to admit that he was secretly pleased.

"Really?" Su Yueming's tone held a hint of disappointment. "Okay."

But Su Yueming didn't give up. Also, to put Wang Yan at ease, he pretended to be mysterious and said, "Let me tell you a secret, actually I like men."

Wang Yan's unchanging expression finally shattered, his brown eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. "What?"

"My sexual orientation is male," Su Yueming said solemnly.

Wang Yan felt his whole body stiffen, and his blood seemed to be gradually congealing.

He always thought Su Yueming liked girls.

After all, Su Yueming had dated a girl in college, although that relationship only lasted for two months.

This caused Wang Yan, who secretly loved her, to bury his feelings even deeper.

So Su Yueming likes boys, huh? Wang Yan twitched the corners of his mouth, but it was just a bitter smile.

Wang Yan had no future; he had no chance to pursue Su Yueming.