Chapter 91 You Should Leave
The living room was eerily quiet; the only sound was the rustling of tree branches outside the window.
The word "sugar baby" deeply stung Wang Yan.
"I was not kept by a sugar daddy."
Wang Yan shook his head and explained, his tone firm.
Song Xiya can look down on him, but she cannot insult his character.
Wang Yan has always been short of money since he was a child.
So he has always been looking for a job that can earn more money.
When he saw the job posting outside the KTV, he was immediately tempted.
The waiters' monthly salary starts at six thousand, plus commission.
Hesitating for even a second would be disrespectful to money, so Wang Yan walked into that KTV.
Then, during the manager's interview, after a long period of scrutiny, the manager finally spoke slowly: "You're very short of money."
"Yes."
Wang Yan gave a frank answer.
Who doesn't work for money?
"Then I'll recommend a more lucrative career to you."
Looking at the manager's lewd gaze, Wang Yan felt increasingly uneasy: "What is it?"
"To be a young master."
"Young Master?" Wang Yan murmured, genuinely unsure, "What kind of work is required?"
His words immediately made the manager burst into laughter, almost to the point of tears: "It means accompanying women, or accompanying men."
At that moment, Wang Yan felt his cheeks burning.
I was simply angry.
Wang Yan lifted his leg and walked out of that KTV.
At the time, he thought that even if he died of poverty, even if he had to beg on the streets, he would never do this job.
But now, standing in the living room of the villa, with bright light casting dappled shadows on the floor, he felt as if he had returned to that moment, even though he wasn't in a karaoke bar.
"Really?" Song Xiya casually tossed her long hair, her red nails looking like blood on her fingertips. "But that's not important. What's important is that I'm getting married to Su Yueming soon."
Every word she uttered was like dropping a bomb in front of Wang Yan.
The explosion caused Wang Yan to experience tinnitus and dizziness.
“I don’t believe it.” Wang Yan clenched his fists tightly at his sides. He believed Su Yueming, so he retorted, “Su Yueming said that you and he have no relationship whatsoever.”
Song Xiya came here because she was fully prepared.
So when she heard Wang Yan say that, she didn't panic at all.
"It didn't matter before, but it will matter from now on."
Song Xiya slowly approached Wang Yan step by step, the sound of her high heels clicking in his ear: "Look down at yourself. What do you think you can bring to Su Yueming? Money or power? Besides, do you think the Su family would accept a male wife?"
Every word she uttered was like a knife, but unfortunately, Wang Yan encountered too much malice.
To him, such words were like trivial matters.
Moreover, Wang Yan liked Su Yueming, and he really didn't want to miss out on him again.
“It’s no use telling me this; I won’t believe it.” Wang Yan looked directly into Song Xiya’s eyes. “Unless Su Yueming comes to tell me himself.”
"You really won't shed a tear until you see the coffin."
Song Xi chuckled and handed an invitation to Wang Yan as if it were a reward. "Take a good look at this. In a couple of days, the news of my wedding banquet with Su Yueming will be all over the place."
The red background and gold-stamped double happiness character deeply stung Wang Yan's eyes.
With his eyelashes trembling, Wang Yan pretended to calmly accept the wedding invitation.
With trembling hands, she opened the wedding invitation. Inside, it read: Groom: Su Yueming, Bride: Song Xiya.
Wang Yan dared not look at it a second time; he slammed the wedding invitation shut.
Song Xiya smugly enjoyed his broken expression. In this world, there was nothing she couldn't get if she wanted it.
Although she couldn't win Su Yueming's love, becoming Su Yueming's wife would be a piece of cake.
Moreover, Su's father was more than happy for the two families to be united by marriage; as long as he could persuade Su's father to agree to the marriage, that would be enough.
"See? So you still want to stay... and become a mistress? A male mistress, no less." Song Xiya said to Wang Yan with disdain, "So you still want to stay... and become a mistress?"
Wang Yan was naturally unwilling.
More importantly, he has a strong aversion to interfering in other people's marriages; he doesn't want to and cannot interfere in other people's marriages.
It's immoral to do this, and he can't get over his own conscience.
"You can leave now."
Song Xiya condescended to point out a clear path for Wang Yan.
Wang Yan wanted to laugh, so he forced a smile, but suddenly felt like crying.
The villa door opened again, and Aunt Wu walked in carrying vegetables.
Looking at the strange woman standing in the living room with surprise, he asked, "Who are you? How did you get in?"
This time, Song Xiya smiled and raised her voice slightly: "From now on, I will be the mistress of this place."
As soon as Wang Yan finished speaking, he immediately turned around, pushed open the door, and left.
He ran as fast as he could, his lungs feeling like they were about to burst inside his chest, but he couldn't care less about that now.
If they don't leave this villa immediately, they won't leave Su Yueming.
Then he really will die.
Wang Yan is not actually an optimistic person; the pain of his childhood will become more and more profound as he grows up.
Those painful memories constantly reminded him of the word "death."
He also tried to die.
But as he sat on the fifth-floor windowsill, he suddenly thought of Su Yueming.
I thought of Su Yueming's face and the songs he sang.
Wang Yan suddenly didn't want to die.
He wanted to see what Su Yueming would look like when he grew old.
I want to see if I will still love him when I am old and frail.
As a result, Wang Yan saw the sun the next day and thus did not make the news.
They don't need their tragic past to be known by everyone after they die.
After saying that, Song Xiya walked away leisurely.
Because she had achieved her goal, the moment Wang Yan stepped out of the villa, his life was already on a countdown.
The incident happened so suddenly that Aunt Wu hadn't even had time to react before Wang Yan had already run far away.
She could only hurriedly take out her phone and call Su Yueming.
Su Yueming was afraid that this kind of thing would happen, so he set a special ringtone for Aunt Wu's calls.
So when the bell rang, Su Yueming stopped working and walked out of the office, ignoring the shocked looks of everyone.
"What happened?"
Su Yueming frowned; his intuition told him that something bad was about to happen.
Aunt Wu said in a flustered tone, "Mr. Wang... he's gone."
"What?" Su Yueming was shocked. "He left the villa?"
"right."
When did you leave?
"Just now."
"Okay, I understand."
After hanging up the phone, Su Yueming immediately rushed out of the company.
Su Yueming didn't use a driver and drove directly towards the villa.
The car kept overtaking other vehicles, and red lights had no effect on him as he kept accelerating.
It was as if life itself had been laid bare at that moment, all that mattered was finding Wang Yan's determination.
He cannot live without Wang Yan.
When he reached the foot of the mountain, he finally saw Wang Yan.
Every cell in his body seemed to be trembling. Su Yueming crossed the intersection without hesitation, but before he could even shout, he was violently thrown out.
The windshield slashed Su Yueming's cheek, and in the violent impact, he reached out towards Wang Yan.
Crimson blood obscured his vision, and Su Yueming said in a hoarse voice, "Wang Yan."
The car accident happened right before Wang Yan's eyes; it was all so unbelievable.
He could clearly see Su Yueming lying in a pool of blood.
"Su Yueming".
"Su Yueming".
"Su Yueming!"
Wang Yan's sorrowful voice echoed throughout the sky.
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