Pan Yang looked at the box full of papers, raised his hand and flipped through them. He finally found something that looked like a mental health assessment report. Just as he was about to take a closer look, Sun Zhouyang snatched it away.
“There’s nothing to see here.” Sun Zhouyang began tidying up the sheet music on the table, eventually stuffing it in along with the report, and then closed the box.
“You mentioned a few days ago that you were preparing for a concert,” Pan Yang said, looking at him.
Sun Zhouyang nodded: "Yes, what's wrong?"
“My secretary saw you go into an office building, and on one floor there’s a psychological counseling room,” Pan Yang continued, his voice calm.
“I…” Sun Zhouyang opened his mouth, took a deep breath, “I’m fine, I’m getting better. I haven’t been drinking and I’m taking my medicine properly. Pan Yang, the concert is my obsession and my dream. I know that what I’m doing might be a little crazy.”
“It’s not crazy.” Pan Yang interrupted him, rummaged through the box and finally found Fanxing, placing it on the table: “You can do it with peace of mind. I can guarantee your safety, but the premise is that you don’t hide anything from me. Trust me.”
"I believe you." Sun Zhouyang said almost without hesitation, then waved his hand awkwardly at the end: "Seriously, why are you acting so sentimental? I haven't even agreed to be with you yet. What kind of relationship is this? Are we keeping each other?"
Do you agree?
"What?" Sun Zhouyang was stunned and looked at Pan Yang. He knew what Pan Yang was going to say next, but at this moment he felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.
It's so inexplicable. This person is so inexplicably concerned about him, saying he likes him and wants to take care of him. Such frivolous words can't be taken seriously at all, but at this moment, he seems to believe them.
"Will you stay with me?" Pan Yang repeated patiently.
“What if I said I wouldn’t be with you?” Sun Zhouyang gasped. He didn’t know what he was saying, but he said it anyway.
“Even if we’re not together, you’re still mine,” Pan Yang said matter-of-factly.
Sun Zhouyang was almost unsurprised by these words. He then chuckled lightly, as if in resignation, and slowly said, "I agree, but I hope President Yuan has enough money for me to have some fun."
"It's alright, Mr. Yuan has more than enough for you to enjoy, let alone money." Pan Yang blurted out almost without thinking.
Sun Zhouyang's breath hitched. This man was so serious, even expressionless, yet his words were always so astonishing; it was truly...
He swallowed hard and scratched his head to cover up his embarrassment: "Oh, wait for Sister Jiang to bring the food over. After we eat, I'll sing you a few songs."
Time flies. Pan Yang sat at the very front of the concert, surrounded by a group of bodyguards. He practically had "I'm the sugar daddy" written all over his face.
Sun Zhouyang had already posted on Weibo about the concert half a month ago, and many people left comments, but most of them were haters and there weren't many genuine fans, so he didn't really hope that many real fans would come to see it.
The concert officially began. As the music started, drones flew in the sky, creating various beautiful lighting effects. A layer of smoke rose on the stage, and when the smoke cleared, Sun Zhouyang appeared in the center of the stage.
He parted his thin lips slightly, and almost instantly the entire audience erupted in screams, which surprised him greatly.
Then the entire venue lit up with lights, and many people held up banners with his name and various blessings on them.
He suddenly felt that this concert was actually worthwhile.
After singing four or five songs in a row, he stood in the center of the stage, his voice unusually gentle: "I'm sure everyone knows who organized this concert for me. That's right, it's President Yuan. The next song is dedicated to Yuan Panyang, and it's called 'Stars.' Also, I'd like to announce that Yuan Panyang is my sugar daddy, so what!"
As he finished speaking, his voice suddenly rose, and the cannons beside him went off instantly, causing the fans to scream, but they quickly quieted down.
The music started, creating a peaceful and calm atmosphere, and the lyrics also revealed an indescribable melancholy. But at the climax, the background music suddenly mixed in with a guitar.
It was like a spark ignited in an instant. Sun Zhouyang looked at Fan Yang below the stage and sang the lyrics in his mouth. At this moment, the stage of his life officially began!
The concert lasted for an hour before it finally ended. Sun Zhouyang sat in the car, looking at Pan Yang next to him, his voice a little hoarse: "Did you like that song?"
"like."
"I bet you'll say you like whatever I say," Sun Zhouyang joked.
Pan Yang nodded and said very seriously, "Because it was you who sang it, I naturally like it."
“You really are…” Sun Zhouyang turned his face away and looked out the window. This person was seriously saying these sweet words, it was really killing him.
"Here, this is for you." Pan Yang stuffed a gift box into his hand.
Sun Zhouyang was a little puzzled and decided to open it when he got home.
But when they arrived at his doorstep, he paused for a moment and asked, "Are you going to sleep at my place tonight?"
"OK."
Honestly, when he sat alone in the bedroom with the sound of water from the bathroom in his ears, he felt lost. Would this make him seem unreserved? No, what was he, a grown man, talking about being reserved for?
His gaze fell on the gift box on the table, and he opened it as if possessed. Inside was a picture of a planet with a line of gold lettering below it: "Stars," along with a detailed description of its location in outer space.
Then came a men's bracelet and necklace, almost all of which were related to stars and the moon. He raised an eyebrow, looking at the expensive jewelry.
Do you like it?
"I like it." Sun Zhouyang looked at Pan Yang, who had just come out of the bathroom, and asked, "Why did you want to give me these? Is it because of the song 'Stars'?"
Pan Yang was silent for a moment and then shook his head: "You said before that you wanted the stars and the moon, so for now, this is the only way I can give you this."
001: "!?" No way, host, you actually remember! 001 was genuinely shocked. Back then, Zhou Yang casually mentioned that his host had actually done it. To be honest, it had almost forgotten about it.
"Before?" Sun Zhouyang blinked, somewhat puzzled. "What before?"
Pan Yang sat down beside him, leaning against him almost boneless, and squeezed Sun Zhouyang's hand: "A long time ago, in my past life, I promised you I would keep my promise."
This made Sun Zhouyang laugh: "I don't remember anything from my past life. I didn't expect President Yuan to make such a joke."
“You will remember, or it doesn’t matter if you don’t.” Pan Yang’s voice was low, his eyes lowered to conceal his emotions: “You will love me, no matter what we go through, and I will love you too.”
His voice was serious, with no inflection, but Sun Zhouyang felt a pang of sadness in his heart. He raised his hand and touched Pan Yang's hair: "Now the whole world knows you're my sugar daddy. I can't run away. Who cares about what I've been through in my past lives or anything like that? I'm yours now."
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