Chapter 69 Let's Get Married
They sat on the sofa, with the dishes Wang Yan had prepared laid out on the coffee table.
They uncorked the wine and each poured half a glass.
Su Yueming hadn't drunk alcohol in a long time. He took a small sip, and a bitter taste rose on his tongue.
Looking at Su Yueming's blissful face, Wang Yan also opened his mouth and took a small bite.
It doesn't taste good at all.
He gently shook his head, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat.
They wanted to dilute the bitterness of the alcohol in this way.
Su Yueming chuckled softly, leaned forward, and opened his mouth. "Feed me."
Wang Yan actually liked his clingy manner, but perhaps due to his inferiority complex, he always expressed rejection.
Because only by rejecting sweetness can we avoid pain when it disappears.
But Su Yueming knew he was being disingenuous, so he deliberately leaned forward again, saying, "You haven't fed me in a long time."
Wang Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if deliberately asking, "Do you like me feeding you?"
Su Yueming nodded vigorously, "I like it very much."
"Oh well."
Wang Yan smiled sweetly and began feeding Su Yueming.
As they ate, the two of them put their arms around each other's shoulders.
Su Yueming downed the drink in his glass in one gulp, feeling a slight buzz. "Have you thought about the future?"
Wang Yan paused in her chopsticks, turning to look at him. "What's wrong?"
“I want to spend my whole life with you, so I want to plan our future in advance.” Su Yueming let out a long breath; this had always been his thought. “Most importantly, I want to marry you.”
The word "marriage" struck a chord with Wang Yan.
He never imagined he would ever have the chance to get married.
First, he likes men; second, the other person's parents will most likely not agree.
Wang Yan put down his chopsticks; by then, the sun had already begun to set.
The orange-red sunset hung obliquely on the horizon, its reflection spreading across the entire earth.
Since Wang Yan was diagnosed with a terminal illness, he has never thought about the future.
However, he did not dampen Su Yueming's enthusiasm, but instead followed up on the topic, saying, "Then where should we go to get our marriage certificate?"
“How about the Netherlands?” Su Yueming paused. “I can buy a farm there and then we can retire there.”
"OK."
Wang Yan responded quickly, but his fingers picked up the wine glass. "We can raise a few cows on the farm. I used to go there to cut grass when I was a kid, so I'm good at taking care of cows..."
Su Yueming nodded repeatedly, his whole body filled with excitement and joy.
Does this mean that Wang Yan accepted his marriage proposal?
Are they considered to have secretly pledged their lives to each other?
"Don't even mention raising a few cows, we could raise a hundred!" Su Yueming excitedly expressed his joy to Wang Yan.
"I can't take care of a hundred cows."
Wang Yan swallowed the wine and playfully nudged Su Yueming's shoulder.
"It's okay, we can hire someone."
"That's fine."
The red wine stained Wang Yan's lips, and Su Yueming stared intently at his face, thinking he was an alluring enchantress.
No matter how you look at it, I just like it so much, I love it so much.
Wang Yan felt he was drunk, because tears were welling up in his eyes.
He and Su Yueming cannot get married, nor can they obtain a marriage certificate.
He didn't even know if he would live to see tomorrow.
Tears fell like beads from a broken string, landing in Su Yueyue's palm.
Su Yueming instinctively closed his fingers; Wang Yan's tears almost burned him.
"Why are you crying all of a sudden?" His tone was filled with undisguised surprise and worry. "Don't cry, it hurts my heart to see you crying."
"I'm so touched."
Wang Yan choked up as he spoke, tears blurring Su Yueming's figure, "I'm so happy too."
Su Yueming opened his arms and embraced Wang Yan.
He didn't know if it was Wang Yan's tears that moved him, but he suddenly felt like crying too.
The reason he cried was that he and Wang Yan had missed each other for so many years.
Fortunately, after many twists and turns, they got back together.
"We'll have a grand wedding then, so everyone can witness our love." Su Yueming's voice choked with emotion.
"good."
Wang Yanqing closed his eyes and imagined, "I want to wear a white suit and have a pastor witness it."
In a daze, Wang Yan felt as if he were already at a wedding.
He was dressed in a finely tailored white suit, his leather shoes stepping on the red carpet, while Su Yueming held a diamond ring in his hand, waiting for his arrival.
When the pastor asked if she was willing to marry Su Yueming.
Wang Yanhui shouted out loud, "I do!"
That's enough, that's sufficient.
Su Yueming hugged Wang Yan tightly, thinking that he had to find an opportunity to formally propose to Wang Yan, and it would be best to buy another pair of men's rings.
In this way, whether Wang Yan goes to work or goes out to buy groceries, he will be able to ward off all those who want to covet him.
Su Yueming thought his idea was brilliant.
——
After the car accident, Shen Le'an was rushed to the hospital.
His physical condition was quite good, and the car wasn't going very fast at the time, so Shen Le'an only suffered a leg fracture.
As he was wheeled out of the emergency room, Shen Le'an stared blankly at the pristine white walls.
The pain in his legs was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.
Did Wang Yan not see him get hit?
Or did she know it was him, but deliberately avoided getting close?
Shen Le'an was agonizing over this problem. He let out a long sigh, picked up his phone, and turned on the screen.
He looked down at his left leg, which was in a cast, and then decisively dialed Wang Yan's number.
The call went unanswered for a long time, the piercing ringtone assaulting Shen Le'an's eardrums.
Just a second before it was about to hang up automatically, the call was finally answered.
"Brother Yan."
Just as Shen Le'an adjusted his tone, he heard a voice on the other end of the phone that did not belong to Wang Yan.
"It's me."
It is Su Yueming.
"Why did you answer the phone? Where's Brother Yan?"
Su Yueming was completely at a loss; how could this person be so persistent?
"He asked me to answer the phone."
The meaning behind this statement is self-evident.
"So, do you have something to say?" Su Yueming urged him. "If not, I'll hang up."
Shen Le'an felt her cheeks burning, and something seemed to be churning inside her.
He hung up the phone first, then slammed his fist on the bed.
The pain in my fingers quickly turned into numbness.
How could Wang Yan treat him like this, refusing to even answer his calls?
This was a humiliation Shen Le'an had never suffered before.
Shen Le'an stared fiercely at the wall; he was determined to break them up, no matter the cost.
Su Yueming listened to the busy tone on the other end of the phone, completely unconcerned.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom; Wang Yan was actually taking a shower.
The reason was that he didn't like the smell of alcohol on his body.
Su Yueming didn't act suspiciously at all when he answered the phone, and he didn't even delete the call record.
Instead, he calmly placed the phone back on the bedside table.
He timed it carefully, and once he knew Wang Yan would be out soon, he quickly plugged in the hairdryer.
Upon hearing the door open, he was already standing on the ground holding a hairdryer.
"Honey, come here quickly." Su Yueming said smugly, "I'll blow-dry your hair today."
Wang Yan paused for a moment.
His gaze swept over the power strip, and he asked warily, "How did you plug it in?"
“I’ve been here for so long that even though I can’t see, I can find things pretty well by using my hands.”
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