Chapter 74 This joke isn't funny at all.

Upon hearing the words "aphrodisiac," Wang Yan felt as if a button had been pressed, and his lower back began to ache.

Wang Yan unconsciously licked his lips. "I'm not eating today."

"Why?"

Su Yueming said he was the first to disagree.

Wang Yan took a deep breath: "Aren't you tired?"

Su Yueming shook his head, his tone persuasive: "I feel it's actually fine, eating it for another day won't hurt."

"no."

Wang Yan firmly refused.

Su Yueming understood; it seemed Wang Yan wasn't planning to give him the medicine.

He then coughed lightly, "I can do it without medicine... Let's begin."

Because Su Yueming had been lying in bed for a long time, all the hair on his forehead was swept back, exposing his delicate features to the light. His single eyelids were pressed upwards, creating a crease, and desire churned in his eyes.

Wang Yan stared at him intently, his gaze fixed on his rosy lips.

He kissed her without restraint.

Su Yueming kept his eyes open and never closed them.

He liked seeing Wang Yan's dreamy and shy demeanor.

Like a little white rabbit that has wandered into a pack of wolves, she blinked her slightly reddened eyes and could only helplessly hug him tightly.

After the kiss ended, Wang Yan lay panting on his chest, not taking anything further.

Looking up again, Wang extended his index finger and tapped his lips. "Go to sleep early, goodnight."

Su Yueming couldn't believe that he was hearing those words.

He wanted to say something more, but when he turned to look at Wang Yan, he found that Wang Yan had already closed his eyes.

"good evening."

Su Yueming murmured, "Sweet dreams."

The next morning, Wang Yan was awakened by his constantly vibrating cell phone.

He vaguely reached for the phone and answered the call.

"Hello."

Wang Yan's voice still carried the dazed feeling of someone who had just woken up.

“I’ve been sending you messages these past few days, but you haven’t replied to any of them.”

These words completely woke Wang Yan from his sleep, and he opened his eyes.

"Wait a moment."

There was an instant silence on the other end of the phone. Wang Yan sat up, casually threw on a coat, and slowly walked out of the bedroom.

Sitting down on the sofa, Wang Yan turned his gaze to the vibrant succulents.

"So you called me just about this?"

"right."

Shen Le'an took a deep breath on the other end of the phone: "Did you let Su Yueming leave?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

Wang Yan's tone was devoid of warmth.

“Brother Yan, can’t you tell that he doesn’t want to stay by your side?” Shen Le’an emphasized, “And do you know that you’ve already broken the law?”

Wang Yan's eyelashes twitched slightly; he neither refuted nor admitted it.

"If you don't have anything else, you can hang up now."

"Brother Yan," Shen Le'an said earnestly, "Don't make any more mistakes."

wrong?

So what is right?

Wang Yan didn't understand, and he couldn't figure it out.

"I'm hanging up."

"Wait!" Shen Le'an called out urgently, stopping the call from being disconnected. "Brother Yan, you don't have to be with him in your life. You're still young, you have a bright future ahead of you, you can totally find someone else to like."

Wang Yan certainly understood the meaning behind Shen Le'an's words, but that's precisely the problem.

He doesn't have much time left.

"You don't understand."

"How can I not understand?" Shen Le'an roared on the other end of the phone.

Wang Yan's hand holding the phone trembled uncontrollably. Why was everyone pressuring him?

His parents pressured him, his classmates pressured him, and life pressured him.

The emotions that had been suppressed in my heart erupted like a volcano.

"I have been diagnosed with a terminal illness."

Wang Yan spoke these words calmly, but his heart was in turmoil, tinged with a hint of wicked amusement.

He was weighed down by the mountain of terminal illness for far too long.

He didn't tell anyone about it because he realized that nobody cared about him.

Nobody cares whether he lives or dies.

Wang Yan has now discovered that terminal illness can also become a "get-out-of-jail-free card".

It's as if everything they've done can be met with sympathy and forgiveness.

"What?"

Shen Le'an couldn't believe it, and his voice became sharp and shrill.

"That's also why I resigned."

Wang Yan said this.

Shen Le'an seemed frozen in place, staring blankly out the window.

After a long pause, he finally found his voice, "Brother Yan, this joke isn't funny at all."

"Perhaps," Wang Yan even managed a soft chuckle. "I also hope this is a joke."

Shen Le'an knew that what Wang Yan said was true.

Because Wang Yan never jokes with him, let alone jokes like this.

Shen Le'an never expected things to develop to this point; he only wanted Wang Yan and Su Yueming to separate.

"It's okay, it's okay." Shen Le'an seemed shocked by the incident, and his words became incoherent: "I, I know a doctor at a top-tier hospital. We can do another check-up, just in case it was a misdiagnosis."

Wang Yan lowered his head, his eyes filled with dejection. "Is it still necessary?"

"Of course there is." Shen Le'an's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice trembling: "Brother Yan, I'm begging you."

"We'll see," Wang Yan replied dismissively. "I'm hanging up."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Yan tossed it onto the coffee table.

At this moment, his hands became extremely cold. Perhaps, subconsciously, he did not believe that he had been diagnosed with a terminal illness.

Life goes on. Wang Yan rubbed his face and stood up from the sofa.

——

Shen Le'an held the phone that had been hung up, listening blankly to the busy tone coming from it.

The words Wang Yan had said to him kept echoing in his mind: "I've been diagnosed with a terminal illness."

A cool breeze blew in through the gaps that were never fully closed, creeping up his spine from his ankles.

He shuddered violently.

Once he came to his senses, he quickly called his aunt, who worked at a top-tier hospital.

They also directly scheduled a full-body checkup for Wang Yan.

Shen Le'an neither believed nor wanted to believe that Wang Yan was about to die.

After that day, Wang Yan never received any more messages from Shen Le'an.

She stopped asking him when he would send Su Yueming away.

Wang Yan was happy to have some peace and quiet.

He didn't expect that a few days later, Shen Le'an would knock on his door again.

The knocking on the door continued, and Su Yueming appeared even more nervous than Wang Yan.

"Who?" Su Yueming asked warily. "It's not Shen Le'an, is it?"

Wang Yan shook his head, also somewhat puzzled.

"I'll go take a look."

After saying that, Wang Yan got out of bed.

As Su Yueming watched Wang Yan's retreating figure, he narrowed his eyes and secretly ground his back teeth.

He shouldn't have let Shen Lean off the hook before, otherwise that day's events would have happened.

Damn it.

Su Yueming was never a kind-hearted man or woman; he simply reserved all his good qualities for Wang Yan.

He didn't want to frighten Wang Yan.