Chapter 77 Why are you suddenly being so nice to me?
Su Yueming's first reaction was shock, and his black pupils suddenly narrowed.
"You cheated on me?"
He murmured the question in disbelief.
"What?"
Wang Yan was completely taken aback by Su Yueming's words; it was utterly unexpected.
Seeing Wang Yan's equally puzzled expression, Su Yueming breathed a slight sigh of relief; he probably hadn't cheated.
“As long as you haven’t cheated on me or fallen in love with someone else, you don’t need to apologize to me.” Su Yueming took a deep breath and spoke sincerely.
Wang Yan almost laughed at him, but unfortunately, he wasn't in the mood to laugh right now.
"Of course not."
Wang Yan shook his head in denial.
He didn't want to explain anymore, because no matter how eloquently he explained, it wouldn't make up for the fact that Su Yueming was imprisoned.
So Wang Yan walked forward again and stopped by the bed.
Like a slow-motion scene in a movie, he slowly squatted down, becoming level with or even shorter than Su Yueming, who was lying on the large bed.
Wang Yan looked up at him, trying to keep his voice unchanged: "Is there anything you haven't finished...?"
The remaining words stuck in his throat, and Wang Yan abruptly stopped speaking.
Because he suddenly realized that it would have been better not to ask that question at all.
Su Yueming's unfulfilled wishes and his greatest desire to do are nothing more than leaving this place and leaving him.
His eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and Wang Yan's Adam's apple bobbed repeatedly.
"What?" Su Yueming looked back at Wang Yan. "What was left unfinished?"
"It's nothing." Wang Yan forced a smile, trying to make it look better. "You must be hungry. I'll go cook now."
Su Yueming frowned and looked at Wang Yan. His intuition told him that Wang Yan's current mood was very strange.
Or perhaps he became strange the moment he returned.
"Wang Yan, what's wrong?" Su Yueming's gaze was sharp. "Did something happen? You've never taken this long to buy groceries before, so where did you go?"
Su Yueming left Wang Yan speechless.
Wang Yan could only lower his head in evasion, his voice panicked: "Don't ask anymore, I don't want to answer."
"Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, then forget it."
Su Yueming pursed his lips, secretly anxious, but pretended to be understanding and spoke up.
He desperately wanted to know where Wang Yan had gone, who he had gone with, and what had happened.
These three questions were like one heavy hammer blow after another hitting his chest, almost suffocating him.
"I'll go cook now."
After saying this, Wang Yan fled in disarray.
He realized that he really couldn't face Su Yueming anymore.
Wang Yan's cooking for dinner tonight was a complete failure.
Not only was the rice overcooked and hard, but the vegetables were also burnt.
Looking at the black dish on the plate, Wang Yan angrily threw the plate and the dish into the trash can.
After untying his apron, Wang Yan carefully washed his hands, then took out his phone from his pocket and started ordering takeout.
I ordered a serving of sweet and sour pork and a serving of braised pork.
When exiting the software, Wang Yan hesitated for a second before clicking on the icon for seeing a doctor and buying medicine.
Then I ordered a pack of sleeping pills.
After doing all this, Wang Yan threw his phone onto the table beside him, and without warning, grabbed his hair with both hands. The veins on his arms bulged, and the pain spread from his scalp to his whole body.
He planned to send Su Yueming home and back to the villa.
He couldn't afford to make another mistake. Su Yueming didn't belong here, much less to him.
Su Yueming would be better off without him.
Wang Yan laughed foolishly, unable to understand why God was playing such a cruel trick on him.
Is it fun?
Is it interesting?
Would it feel good to see him in pain?
That must be the case, otherwise it wouldn't have been misdiagnosed.
The food delivery arrived quickly, and a sudden knock on the door brought Wang Yan back to his senses.
He walked slowly to the entrance and opened the door, and he had already regained his composure.
Perhaps we are all "histrionic personalities," outwardly appearing calm while inwardly collapsing.
"Your takeout is here." The deliveryman's voice was pleasant: "Enjoy your meal."
"Thanks."
Wang extended his hand to take it and thanked him softly.
After closing the door, Wang Yan placed the sleeping pills aside and then touched the packaging bag containing the food; it was still warm.
After pouring the purchased vegetables back into a plate, Wang Yan took it to the bedroom.
Su Yueming, who was lying on the big bed, was staring intently at the door. When he saw Wang Yan enter, he immediately broke into a smile.
There's a saying that Su Yueming thinks is very true: when you like someone, you feel happy just seeing them, and you automatically forget all your unpleasantness.
My lips couldn't help but curl upwards, and my heart was filled with uncontrollable joy.
Wang Yan sat by the bed and fed him, and he obediently opened his mouth.
But after taking just one bite, Su Yueming said, "This isn't your cooking."
Before Wang Yan could speak, the pent-up grievances in Su Yueming's heart burst forth: "Am I not even qualified to eat the food you cook now?"
"How could that be!"
Wang Yan shook his head repeatedly. He wished he could cook for Su Yueming every day, preferably for the rest of his life and the next.
"Then where's the food you cooked? I clearly heard the sound of stir-frying."
Wang Yan was surprised by Su Yueming's keen hearing and blurted out somewhat embarrassedly, "I burned all the vegetables today."
"I see."
Su Yueming was surprised and taken aback by this turn of events.
"So I didn't refuse to let you eat the food I cook." Wang Yan licked his lips, feeling a little embarrassed to say it: "If I could, I would cook for you for the rest of my life."
My mood today has been like a rollercoaster, going from sadness to joy in the blink of an eye.
"Then it's settled."
Su Yueming looked at him with those dark eyes, like rocks in the deep sea.
Wang Yan lowered his eyes, avoiding his gaze: "Mm."
By the time we finished dinner, night had fallen, and the streetlights outside the window were turning on one by one.
Wang Yan carried the empty plate into the kitchen, the cold water constantly washing his hands, making his burning body cool.
He didn't turn on the lights; only the cold moonlight streamed in, but it didn't reach Wang Yan's eyes.
He calmly crushed the sleeping pills into powder and put them into a cup, then filled it with milk.
When the two are mixed together, no one can tell that anything is amiss.
Wang Yan's breathing became rapid, his chest heaving, and his hands, which were supporting him on the table, began to tremble.
Two emotions were tugging at his chest, constantly clamoring at Wang Yan.
After a long while, Wang Yan forcefully closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, Wang Yan picked up the milk and the washed cherries and pushed open the door to enter the bedroom.
Is this glass of milk for me?
Su Yueming's gaze fell on Wang Yan's hands.
Wang Yan swallowed hard. "Yes, it was specially prepared for you."
Su Yueming raised an eyebrow. After all, since he was caught after his last "escape," although Wang Yan said he believed him, the two of them had obviously communicated less, and some things had changed.
"Why are you suddenly being so nice to me?" Su Yueming asked with a hint of apprehension, fearing that this was just a fleeting moment.
Wang Yan suddenly laughed, a cruel laugh tinged with a hint of relief: "The thing I'll do for you better is actually tomorrow."
"oh?"
Su Yueming became somewhat interested.
"Drink it."
Su Yueming obediently opened his mouth, and the milk slid down his throat into his stomach.
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