Chapter 87 I Like Men

To prevent Wang Yan from escaping, Su Yueming installed cameras inside the villa.

And it was installed right in front of Wang Yan.

Do you know what they're doing?

Su Yueming turned his head to speak to Wang Yan and pointed to the busy workers.

"have no idea."

Wang Yan shook his head. He really didn't know. He only knew that when he went downstairs, he saw a group of strangers.

"They are installing cameras."

Su Yueming leaned closer to him, his breath falling on Wang Yan's cheek. "Whether you're trying to run away or talking badly about me behind my back, I'll know."

Wang Yan's eyes widened, and he hurriedly explained, "I won't say anything bad about you."

"in case."

Su Yueming shrugged and spoke.

"Then, what about inside the bedroom?" Wang Yan asked.

"You want to install a camera in the bedroom?" Su Yueming raised an eyebrow, deliberately twisting his thoughts. "Actually, that's fine. We can watch the recordings together, analyze them frame by frame, and discuss how to improve our bedroom skills."

Wang Yan was taken aback by his words, and his cheeks flushed red instantly.

If it's a red apple.

"I... I didn't mean that," Wang Yan stammered, his eyes darting around.

"But then I suddenly got pregnant."

Su Yueming crossed his arms and looked down at him, then paused and said, "Unless... you beg me."

Wang Yan stared at him blankly, unsure of what to do.

beg?

What constitutes a request?

Memories hidden deep in his mind surfaced: Wang Yan was sixteen years old that year, having just graduated from junior high school.

His uncle didn't want him to continue his studies and wanted him to stay home and help with chores.

"Wang Yan, you shouldn't go to school anymore." His uncle puffed on his cigarette, the acrid smoke filling his vision. "Your parents don't care about you. I've supported you through nine years of compulsory education; I've done more than enough."

At that time, Wang Yan had just received his admission notice to a key high school. What this uncle said was like a bolt from the blue.

For so long, Wang Yan has worked hard without complaint, because he was afraid of this day coming.

"But Uncle, I got into high school."

Wang Yan, suppressing a sob, spoke as follows.

The dim light bulb swayed back and forth in the strong wind, much like Wang Yan's precarious life.

The uncle, expressionless, stubbed out his cigarette with his calloused fingers: "It's your own fault for not being born into a good family."

"Uncle."

That was the first time Wang Yan shed tears, like a gushing spring.

With a thud, he knelt on the ground, begging for a chance to go to school.

"Please, let me go to school." Wang Yan trembled as he reached out and grabbed his uncle's mud-covered trouser leg. "I really want to study, and if I learn something at school, I can come back and tutor my younger brother."

It may have only taken a few seconds, but for Wang Yan it felt like an eternity.

"Alright then." After a few seconds of contemplation, the uncle finally agreed: "Come back on Saturday and Sunday and give your younger brother a good lesson."

"good."

Wang Yan slowly released his grip, and his uncle went into the room.

As the door closed, Wang Yan could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

He couldn't understand why life had to be so full of setbacks; he was about to break down.

Have you figured out how to beg me?

Su Yueming waved his hand in front of Wang Yan.

Wang Yan blinked, snapping out of the depths of his memory.

"How do you want me to beg you?" His voice was terribly hoarse, as if it contained pebbles.

"We'll see how you do."

Su Yueming said meaningfully that what he wanted was a kiss, a hug, or even just an "I love you."

However, different backgrounds and experiences lead to different ideas.

When Wang Yan slowly knelt down before Su Yueming, Su Yueming was completely stunned.

Without hesitation, he immediately reached out and pulled Wang Yan up from the floor, his voice filled with disbelief: "What are you doing?"

Wang Yan looked somewhat innocent: "Didn't you tell me to beg you?"

This is a classic case of trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead.

Su Yueming licked his dry lips: "I didn't ask you to beg me like this."

"Feel sorry."

Wang Yan didn't know what to say either. He lowered his eyes, like a helpless child.

Su Yueming felt as if his heart had been struck in mid-air and then plunged into the deep ocean.

Perhaps love is simply the inability to control feelings of tenderness.

Su Yueming instinctively pulled Wang Yan into his arms, pressing him tightly against his chest.

"Don't apologize to me." Su Yueming patted his back gently. "I was just teasing you. I won't install surveillance cameras in the bedroom, don't worry."

Wang Yan leaned against him, and the wound in his heart began to heal again.

"Um."

Wang Yan nodded; he trusted Su Yueming.

At the same time, he couldn't help but let his thoughts wander. Did Su Yueming care about him?

Once the thought popped into my head, it was like a shadow that had been rekindled, constantly appearing in my mind.

He told himself not to think about it anymore; Su Yueming had already made it clear that he hated him.

But soon another thought came to mind.

Su Yueming said he would punish you, Su Yueming said he hated you, but how did he punish you? Did he show that he hated you?

Wang Yan felt like he was about to have a mental breakdown.

One day, Wang Yan was sitting on the sofa in the living room.

The surveillance camera was flashing red lights, proving that his every move was being monitored.

The television was showing a love triangle storyline, filled with heart-wrenching cries, but it didn't affect Wang Yan at all.

The thought that had been hidden in his mind surfaced, and he almost subconsciously turned down the TV volume.

Then, with a seemingly casual sigh, he said, "I miss Su Yueming so much."

Wang Yan's voice wasn't loud, but because the room was so quiet, it sounded exceptionally clear.

"I don't know when he'll be back."

Wang Yan leaned back on the sofa and sighed again.

His forlorn expression didn't seem like an act at all.

He truly missed Su Yueming and wished he could be with him every moment.

Su Yueming, who was on the other end of the monitor, caught this sentence immediately.

Today, his father called him back to the old house, saying he had something to discuss with him.

Su Yueming knew perfectly well why his father had called him home, and since he also wanted to resolve the matter, he returned to the old house.

As I left the villa, my longing began to climb.

To alleviate his longing, Su Yueming simply turned on the surveillance camera, his lingering gaze fixed on the screen, watching Wang Yan's every move.

His eyes held a stubbornness he himself was unaware of.

When Wang Yan, who was sitting on the sofa, said that he missed him, Su Yueming immediately sat up straight.

I can't believe it at all.

Wang Yan actually missed him? And without any coercion?

This was like a pie falling from the sky, landing right into Su Yueming's mouth.

"I'm talking to you!" Mr. Su slammed his fist on the table in anger. "Do you even consider me your father anymore?"

Su Yueming turned off his phone screen and looked up to meet his father's gaze.

"I will not marry Song Xiya," Su Yueming said firmly.

“If you don’t like her, I can arrange a marriage for you with someone else.” Father Su took a deep breath. “Yueming, I won’t harm you. I’m doing this for your own good, for your future.”

Su Yueming curled his lips in disdain, finding it hilarious.

"I will not marry a woman."

Su Yueming spoke slowly and deliberately, his gaze unwavering: "Because I like men."