Chapter 5 Fortunately, he didn't know.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Wang Yan snapped out of his daze and subconsciously turned to Su Yueming.

After all, Su Yueming is a relatively well-known singer, so this incident only puts him at a disadvantage, not at all.

Su Yueming, however, didn't care at all. He shrugged, indicating that he didn't care.

After confirming that Wang Yan wouldn't be unhappy because of Song Xiya or anything like that in the future, Su Yueming brought up the previous topic, "I'm hungry, I want to try a sandwich."

"Oh well."

Wang Yan hurriedly stuffed the sandwich into Su Yueming's hand.

Su Yueming instinctively wanted Wang Yan to feed him, but Wang Yan saw right through him in a second.

"You can eat the sandwich yourself."

Su Yueming could only purse his lips; the feeding plan would be temporarily suspended for today.

Even though he was eating it wrapped in a sandwich, he still ate it with great elegance.

It was as if eating abalone and lobster aroused Wang Yan's appetite.

So he picked up his sandwich, imitated Su Yueming's eating manner, and took a big bite.

It does seem to smell a bit better than usual.

After finishing the sandwich, Wang Yan handed the milk to Su Yueming.

Su Yueming did not refuse and drank the milk slowly, holding it in both hands.

Because his eyes were covered, some milk residue inevitably remained at the corners of his mouth.

Seeing this, Wang Yan instinctively reached for a tissue to wipe him clean.

Just as he pulled out the paper, he saw Su Yueming stick out half of his rosy tongue and lick the milk stain clean under his gaze.

Wang Yan felt a surge of heat coursing through his body, and his thoughts began to become impure.

"I should go to work now."

Wang Yan hurriedly looked away, then added after thinking for a moment, "I'll be back at noon."

Although these words were spoken by Wang Yan to Su Yueming, weren't they also a reflection of Wang Yan's own words to himself?

He can see him when he comes back at noon.

Pushing open the bedroom door and walking in, Wang Yan said to the succulent as he passed by, "See you at noon."

Today the sun is shining brightly, and the scorching rays are everywhere. The hot and humid air is being inhaled into people's lungs, and standing in the sun makes people sweat profusely. Everywhere exudes an atmosphere of irritability.

Wang Yan walked straight to the electric scooter parking area and pushed out his own electric scooter, which cost less than two thousand yuan.

After putting on his helmet, Wang Yan unlocked the electric scooter and sped off into the distance.

The neighborhood where he currently lives is a well-known old and dilapidated neighborhood.

Because the building is quite old, the walls have peeled off, and moss is everywhere. The community has become messy and disorganized due to lack of management, with garbage scattered everywhere and flies hovering over it.

Those with some money have long since moved out, leaving only the elderly, the infirm, the disabled, and the poor.

Wang Yan was the poor one.

Perhaps it was destined from the moment he was born.

When Wang Yan was a little over one year old, his mother gave him to his uncle and aunt, who had no children, to raise, because Wang Yan already had two older brothers and an older sister, and the family could no longer afford to support him.

Wang Yan did indeed enjoy a few good years at his uncle's house, but when Wang Yan was five years old, his aunt suddenly became pregnant and gave birth to a boy ten months later.

As a result, Wang Yan, who was not their biological son, became a burden. They wanted to return Wang Yan to his parents, but were refused.

A normal six-year-old child shouldn't have any memories, but Wang Yan clearly remembered the details of being sent back by his uncle that day.

The mother had a dusty scarf wrapped around her head, her dark skin gripping the doorknob tightly, and her clear black and white eyes were covered with yellow deposits. Her cold gaze fell on Wang Yan for two seconds.

"Brother, what do you mean by this?"

The uncle shoved Wang Yan forward forcefully, his tone aggressive, "This is your mother, call her Mom now."

Six-year-old Wang Yan didn't understand anything; all he knew was that he was being pushed and it hurt so much that he wanted to hide.

The mother's expression suddenly turned cold. "Brother, we agreed back then that because you didn't have any children, I would give you my child so you could take care of you in your old age. Now that my wife is pregnant, are you going back on your word? How can you be so unreasonable?"

The eldest uncle seemed to feel something was amiss as well. He frowned in frustration, "It's not that I don't want to raise him, nor that I want to back out, but we only have so little land, and with two children, where am I supposed to get the money to raise him!"

“I don’t care. If you hadn’t said you wanted this child back then, I probably would have had an abortion long ago, and all this trouble wouldn’t have happened.”

After saying that, the mother slammed the door shut.

The uncle sighed and looked down at Wang Yan.

Then you could see that Wang Yan's face was covered in tears.

After standing outside the door for a long, long time, the uncle slowly took Wang Yan's small hand and said, "Never mind, come home with me."

People really do change. After that day, Wang Yan forgot himself and began to try his best to please his uncle and aunt. At the age of six, he started to help take care of his younger brother and do everything he could.

He didn't want to be abandoned, and fear crept into his heart every day.

His mother and father lived in the backyard of his uncle's house. From the age of one until Wang Yan was eighteen and was admitted to university, his mother and father never visited his uncle's house. Sometimes when they met him on the road, they would pretend not to see him.

Wang Yan spent his four years of university studying through student loans and odd jobs.

Poverty, inferiority, and fear took root in young Wang Yan's heart, so much so that he was still unable to shake them off at the age of twenty-seven.

Riding his electric scooter, with the warm air blowing in his face, Wang Yan turned left and right, and after nearly twenty minutes, he finally entered the school.

He is currently a substitute English teacher at a university.

As he walked into the campus, he habitually lowered his head and brushed past countless youthful faces.

Walk around the pond, enter Building A, and push open the door to your office.

"Wang Yan, you're late."

Sitting in the chair, Chi Qiu looked at Wang Yan with disbelief and gossip in his voice.

In an instant, all eyes in the office turned to him; Wang Yan became the center of attention.

Wang Yan knew that Chi Qiu meant no harm; in fact, Chi Qiu was the only one in the school who was willing to exchange a few words with him.

He chuckled softly, "Something came up at home that made me late."

Wang Yan sat down at his desk, but Chi Qiu persisted.

He swiveled his chair closer to Wang Yan, staring intently at him. "What's up? Are you in a relationship?"

Wang Yan placed his lesson preparation notes on the table, the words "dating" making his heart flutter.

Chi Qiu's words were merely a test, but unexpectedly, Wang Yan fell silent.

"You're really in a relationship?" Chi Qiu exclaimed in disbelief, her voice becoming shrill. "How could you leave me alone, making me a single dog?"

Wang Yan actually loves to laugh, but few people talk to him, so he rarely expresses himself.

So when Chi Qiu made such a statement, Wang Yan smiled, a shallow dimple appearing at the corner of his mouth.

His gloomy face instantly became radiant, but unfortunately, Wang Yan rarely looked in the mirror, so he didn't know how attractive he looked at that moment.

You will meet the right person sooner or later.

Wang Yan spoke earnestly.

"You're right, I'll meet the woman of my dreams sooner or later!"

Chi Qiu emphasized the word "woman" with a slight force, his face filled with determination.

Chi Qiu is a homophobic person. In his words, he has been confessed to by men since he was a child. It ranges from men giving him love letters to men sending him nude photos in private messages and asking him, "Baby, wanna hook up?"

Therefore, the thing he hates most in his life is homosexuality.

Wang Yan did not laugh this time.

Fortunately, Chi Qiu didn't know that he was actually gay.