Chapter 38 Trapped
Seven years ago, it was the first day that the original body joined Yinchuan Group. Because he was about to be late in the morning, he ran into the elevator in a panic and accidentally bumped into Yu Zechuan, but he was not punished.
Yu Zechuan just glanced at him indifferently, then looked away and left the elevator.
In the original person's mind, that encounter was actually the first head-on confrontation between the two rivals in love.
But if it were put in an idol TV drama, it would be a romantic encounter between an ordinary clerk and a nobleman from the upper class.
It depends on how the person concerned wants to interpret it.
Lu Yan now wants to interpret it as love at first sight and years of secret love.
"Jiang Boyun and I were forced to be together, and I moved to avoid him. I didn't expect to meet you by chance..."
Lu Yan wove gentle lies in his dying breath, because he had imagined this day countless times in his mind, and what he said was more sincere and reasonable than any other time:
"I know you hate Jiang Boyun, and I'm afraid you hate me, so I haven't dared to tell you the truth..."
"Just kill me."
Lu Yanyu closed his eyes, as if he was ready to die. He could feel the fingertips on his neck tightening and loosening, loosening and tightening again, and finally letting go completely.
“Dang—”
In the darkness, there was the sound of a blade being dropped heavily to the ground, crisp and harsh.
Lu Yan closed his eyes subconsciously, only to see Yu Zechuan staring at him intently, with a mocking arc on his lips: "Like?"
Can you really believe the love expressed by someone who doesn't even want to tell you the truth?
Yu Zechuan almost laughed out loud: "What do you like about me?"
Lu Yan had a strong desire to survive: "All."
Yu Zechuan obviously didn't believe it, and his tone became even more sarcastic: "All? What is my all?"
"You said you like me, but how well do you know me?"
"Do you know what I like to eat and what I hate to eat? Do you know what color clothes I like to wear and what color I hate the most, and what kind of people I hate the most?"
A series of questions silenced Lu Yanwen.
It’s over, it’s over. These problems are here again.
He failed because of these few questions in his previous life, and he must not fail again this time.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Yu Zechuan's eyes dimmed and a strand of hair quietly slipped from his forehead. Although he looked defiant, he made people feel that he was cruel and miserable.
He curled his lips slightly: "Look, you don't know anything, so how can you say you like me?"
Lu Yan spoke without warning: "You like dark chocolate the most and hate cream cake the most."
Yu Zechuan's body froze, but the voice continued:
"You like to wear black clothes and hate bright colors..."
"You also like warm places, so the windows of your office must face the sun, and when it rains you will sit alone in your room and watch movies..."
"You hate it when people lie to you, so you hate liars the most."
With every word Lu Yan spoke, Yu Zechuan's expression changed a little bit. By the time the last word fell, his expression had become so complicated that he didn't know what expression to use.
These preferences are not a secret. If you pay close attention, you can find out from the secretary. The only difference is whether you have the intention. Success or failure depends on this one move. If the answer is still wrong, Lu Yan feels that he will drag everyone down with him.
Lu Yan struggled to sit upright from the bed. I don't know if it was because he had been drugged. His muscles were still sore and he couldn't exert any strength. However, his weak state made his deep eyes more sincere and credible.
Lu Yan whispered word by word: "Yu Zechuan, everything else can be fake, only the fact that I like you is real."
Just lie for the rest of my life, Lu Yan thought.
Yu Zechuan, don't be so smart this time. Let him fool you, okay? The truth is so cruel, so cruel that you will be hurt to pieces after just one look at it, but lies are just beautiful dreams.
If he is willing to spend his whole life weaving this lie, then it doesn't matter whether it is true or not.
Yu Zechuan stood beside the bed with a grim expression, trying to warn himself not to believe Lu Yan's words. However, no matter how tricky the questions he asked were, the other party could answer them accurately, as if he knew himself better than he knew himself.
After a long while, Yu Zechuan finally said, "What do you have to prove it?"
Lu Yan looked at him calmly: "You can kill me now."
“…”
When neither of them spoke, the air fell into a suffocating silence.
Finally, Yu Zechuan took action, slowly bending down to pick up the cold dagger on the ground. He stood up straight, his dark eyes fell on Lu Yan, but he didn't say a word, turned around and left the room.
"Crack."
There was a slight sound and the door closed.
The man put away the knife and left the room, which represented an invisible concession and meant that Lu Yan won this round.
Even though I won, I didn't feel happy.
Lu Yan threw back the quilt, stood up and walked to the door. He subconsciously reached out to open the door, but guessed that the door must have been locked. His fingertips touched the cold door handle and slowly fell down.
Across the wall, Yu Zechuan seemed to have lost all his strength, and he slowly slid down to the ground with his back against the door. He trembled as he put the knife beside him, lowered his head and buried his face deeply in his knees, hiding his red eyes.
Lu Yan said he liked him.
Yu Zechuan wanted to believe it, but he didn't dare to.
This was obviously a happy thing, but he only felt his eyes sore after hearing it. Because he had been enduring for so many years, even his crying was suppressed and silent, and only the blue veins on the back of his hands revealed his emotions.
The night air was so cold that even the floor was chilly. Yu Zechuan sat outside the door all night, and only staggered to his feet when the sun rose. His hands and feet were stiff, and he walked to the bathroom with a numb expression to wash his face. The man in the mirror had deep eye sockets, bloodshot eyes, pale lips, and a savage look that was too fierce to look at.
Yu Zechuan held onto the edge of the pool and breathed softly.
That's it for now, he thought.
Regardless of whether Lu Yan really likes him or is just pretending to like him, he will never let him go. Since they are bound together, is the answer really that important?
No, it doesn't matter.
Yu Zechuan said to himself, it doesn’t matter anymore…
In the next few days, Lu Yan never left the room. Yu Zechuan would only let him out when he needed to wash or go to the toilet, but he would never say a word to him.
Every time Lu Yan wanted to say something, he swallowed it back. He hadn't figured out the current situation, nor did he know what Yu Zechuan was thinking. If he spoke without hesitation, he was afraid that it would disrupt the relatively peaceful relationship.
To some extent, Lu Yan was locked up in a small dark room, but the conditions in this small dark room were relatively comfortable. He had three meals a day and midnight snacks when he was hungry. Apart from the bad food, there was no other drawback.
The porridge in the morning was half dry and not too watery. I finally managed to get a poached egg with the noodles at noon, but there were still broken egg shells inside. In the evening, I had three dishes and a soup, which was so salty that I couldn't eat it.
Lu Yan's throat became hoarse from eating so much, and for a moment he wondered if Yu Zechuan was taking revenge on him on purpose, but there was no way for him to explain, so he could only continue eating unless he wanted to eat something to fill his stomach.
That night, Lu Yan came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, and as expected, he found Yu Zechuan waiting outside the door again. He had his hands in his pockets, his back against the wall, his eyes downcast, and he didn't know what he was thinking. His slightly long hair was almost covering his eyes. When he heard him coming out, he raised his head expressionlessly.
Lu Yan cleared his hoarse throat and tactfully offered a suggestion: "Well... can we have something light tonight? The food is a bit salty these days."
He seemed to be extremely aggrieved.
Yu Zechuan spat out two words coldly: "Go back."
oh.
Lu Yan also felt that he seemed to be getting too far. Being alive was good enough, so why was he being so picky? He used a towel to dry his hair and returned to the bedroom. When he saw the door closed, he couldn't help but sigh.
Are they torturing each other?
I guess so, Lu Yan thought, he hasn’t been feeling well during this period either.
Time always passes quickly when you are daydreaming. Just when Lu Yan was lying on the bed and thinking about random things, the door of the room was suddenly opened. Yu Zechuan threw the tray with dinner heavily on the table, then closed the door and left.
Clean and neat, without any drag.
Every time Lu Yan eats, he feels like he is opening a blind box. Seeing this, he stood up and walked to the table to sit down. His eyes fell on the plate, scanning the ingredients one by one:
A steamed fish, stir-fried lotus root, cold edamame, a bowl of rice and kelp and pork ribs soup.
They are all quite light.
Seeing this, Lu Yan was a little surprised. He didn't expect Yu Zechuan to really listen to his advice. He tasted the dishes one by one and found that the saltiness was much lighter than a few days ago. It was quite delicious, except for the fish...
The dirty things were not taken out.
Lu Yan used chopsticks to pick up the cooked innards in the fish's belly, thinking that he couldn't bear to eat it. The house smelled a bit fishy, so he stood up and walked to the door, opened it a crack, and was about to ask Yu Zechuan for a garbage bag, but he was stunned when he saw the scene in front of him.
The kitchen island was full of messy ingredients. It was not difficult to imagine what kind of chaos had just happened. Yu Zechuan, who couldn't even cook instant noodles, was now squatting on the ground cleaning up the flying fish scales.
“…”
Lu Yan paused for a moment and realized belatedly that the meals he had prepared these days were made by Yu Zechuan himself. The other party might not be deliberately taking revenge on him, but his cooking skills were simply not good enough.
At that moment, I couldn't explain what I felt deep down, but it just felt a little strange.
The bedroom door was actually never locked, but Lu Yan was always worried that the noise of him opening the door would irritate Yu Zechuan and make him think that he wanted to escape, so he never opened it once.
Maybe Yu Zechuan didn't care about him, but he locked himself up.
Lu Yanfang walked lightly, slowly approached Yu Zechuan and squatted down. When he got closer, he found that Yu Zechuan's hands were covered with wounds from cooking. Some of them had already scabbed over, and there were several fresh red wounds. He wondered if they were left from cooking fish just now.
"Yu Zechuan,"
Lu Yan suddenly spoke with mixed emotions:
"Are you stupid?"
Yu Zechuan paused in his cleaning action: "..."
He lowered his eyes and stared at the ground. His eyelashes trembled violently for a moment. The pair of light grey slippers that Lu Yan was wearing were right in his sight, but for some reason, they became blurrier the more he looked.
Yu Zechuan didn't raise his head, but just quickened his cleaning movements, and said in a cold tone: "Who asked you to come out?"
"The door was unlocked, so I came out."
Lu Yan was not afraid of Yu Zechuan's bad temper. He immediately pressed down the other's cold and busy hands, then slowly moved up, forcibly holding up Yu Zechuan's face, forcing him to look at him——
His eyes are red, just like a rabbit. No wonder he doesn't dare to look up at himself.
Lu Yan's heart suddenly softened for a moment. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say: "Yu Zechuan..."
He couldn't help but kiss the man's red eyes, tasting a hint of salty tears, and said in a low and gentle tone: "Let's make peace and stop quarreling, okay?"
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