Chapter 32 Mutual Confession Letters "Then, you and I will make a lifelong promise..."
The bathroom walls were shrouded in steam; Yan Quan's voice tapped against the damp wall, carrying a hint of vulnerability.
"Yan Ceyan, I have never provoked you. You... came to me on your own initiative, didn't you?"
Yan Quan pulled his jumbled thoughts from those clinging memories and gazed into Yan Ceyan's dark eyes behind him:
"You lured me to the abandoned school building, forcibly kissed me, and arbitrarily declared me your possession..."
"Why didn't you provoke me..."
His head was pressed against a warm hand without warning, and Yan Ceyan's heavy, hot breath sprayed onto the back of Yan Quan's neck.
"You sit in my seat, use my pen, and constantly mock and insult me..."
“I’ve never had this much patience to tolerate anyone else,” Yan Ceyan’s voice lowered a few decibels, “except you…”
Perhaps it was during that brief moment that Yan Ceyan shed his tough, confrontational shell, appearing like a wet, rain-soaked puppy. Yan Quan's back suddenly trembled slightly.
The pheromone-blocking patch on the back of the neck was indeed of limited effectiveness. At such close range, Yan Quan's body involuntarily began to weaken, driven by instinct to want to get closer to Yan Ceyan...
They want to hug, kiss... and then ask for a mark.
No... Absolutely not.
Yan Quan, you cannot waver.
Suddenly jolted awake, Yan Quan bit her tongue hard, trying to use the pain to keep herself awake: things would get worse if she dragged it out any longer, she had to act quickly.
After coughing violently, Yan Quan continued to grit his teeth and shout, "Yan Ceyan, do you think appearing on this show will change anything?"
"Revenge? Make me regret it? But... you've failed several times already."
"At first, you treated me like a little pet, thinking you could control me."
"But later you sank deeper and deeper into it, standing pitifully in the pouring rain begging me, and you became my plaything instead..."
Every word Yan Quan uttered was like the most precise scalpel, accurately piercing Yan Ceyan's bloody wounds:
"Ha, or is it that you, ex-boyfriend, are here to get back together? Still can't forget me after being dumped three times?"
"But I'm tired of it, I'm fed up with it."
These words were like a depth charge thrown into an already turbulent sea, instantly igniting the tense atmosphere between the two.
Yan Ceyan pressed Yan Quan's back against the huge mirror, and the strong Alph aura emanating from the surroundings swept over him like an overwhelming net.
"Shut up..."
Yan Quan, knowing he had played right into Yan Ceyan's hands, intensified his attack: "Yan Ceyan, tell me, if it weren't for your interference, Yu Liang and I—"
Upon hearing this name, Yan Ceyan immediately interrupted as if on cue: "So that's why you participated in this program?"
Yan Ceyan, his eyes bloodshot, hissed, "After A-share real estate projects were halted, financing tightened, and short-term bank loans were looming—"
"The hole in the cash flow is clearly insurmountable, so you go and beg Yu Liang for help..."
Yan Ceyan had already read the project filing document before he was even brought on board the show.
Aside from the main online streaming platform, the remaining investors, large and small, are all newly registered shell companies. Further investigation leads to YL Investment, whose largest shareholder is Yu Liang.
Yan Ceyan leaned down and stared intently at Yan Quan, who was barely supporting the fragile back of his neck, which was covered by disheveled hair, as if it could be snapped in two with a single twist.
"You'd rather beg him than..."
Aren't you going to come looking for me?
The words that were about to burst out in a fit of rage instantly caught in his throat. Yan Ceyan's tense expression, reflected in the mirror, momentarily fell silent…
The intense argument that took place in the office three months ago flashed through my mind:
"Yan's affiliated banks and the China Banking and Insurance Regulatory Commission plan to hold talks with various upstream and downstream enterprises and merchants. It is expected that more than several billion yuan in life-saving working capital will be injected..."
At that moment, my father flew into a rage and slammed a takeover plan onto his desk, yelling, "What's wrong with you? Do you think I'm illiterate?!"
"Everyone knows that the Yan family is a hot potato right now, and everyone wants to avoid them. But you... are eager to help them take on their debts."
"To be honest, how far in advance did you prepare for such a meticulous working capital arrangement, asset valuation, and quotation?"
"Seven years have passed, Yan Quan."
Yan Ceyan gently cupped Yan Quan's face in his hands.
The face in the mirror, disheveled and messy, was still breathtakingly beautiful. It always appeared in Yan Ceyan's countless midnight dreams.
"You've been hiding in Federation A for seven years."
Yan Ceyan made a very low, breathy sound in his throat:
"I submitted an application for a federal permanent resident card to the immigration office a week before returning to my home country..."
"If it weren't for the unexpected incident in your family business, were you planning to spend your whole life growing old and dying in Federation A?"
Even with her head held down, Yan Quan still struggled to lift her head and met Yan Ceyan's gaze defiantly.
"Yes, so what?"
"At first, they desperately avoided me, but now they're throwing mud at me, trying to disgust me, and deliberately provoking me to get angry..."
Yan Ceyan calmed down, gently stroked Yan Quan's cheek with his hand, and gently tidied Yan Quan's long hair with his fingers—just like he had done many years ago, neatly combing it behind his ears.
"Yan Quan, do you really want me to hate you?"
Are you afraid that I might rekindle even the slightest bit of my old feelings for you?
"Why..." Yan Ceyan cupped Yan Quan's chin, looking at his own face clearly reflected in Yan Quan's pupils:
"Sweet Orange, what are you running away from?"
"Seven years ago, I went to see you. What exactly happened that night..."
Yan Quan froze, then pressed his teeth firmly against his lower lip: "Don't you remember clearly? During the downpour, you came to me to get back together, but I dumped you..."
Ha… Yan Ceyan’s eyes flickered slightly, his sharp eyebrows twitched, and he tilted his head, letting out a soft, mocking sound:
"fraud."
"Yan Quan, you don't tell the truth at all."
Yan Ceyan gently pulled Yan Quan's limp body to his feet with his taut arm: "I have a one-on-one date tomorrow."
"Ha, those four burdens. You're already entangled with those four, you wouldn't want to choose them..."
Just as Yan Quan boasted of knowing Yan Ce inside and out, Yan Ceyan could easily deduce Yan Quan's thoughts.
“So…” Yan Ceyan’s grip on Yan Quan’s fingers paused for a moment, his fingertips gently rubbing against the web of Yan Quan’s right hand, his tone quite certain:
"You wrote me a love letter."
"I imagine you're hoping to lock yourself up with me, and then shut out those four people's fervent pursuit."
“But you didn’t expect it to be me…” Yan Ceyan paused and said, “You thought it would be a stranger.”
"You've outsmarted yourself, Yan Quan." Yan Ceyan's lips curled into a cold smile, the scar at the corner of his eye gleaming with a chilling light: "Tonight, as long as I write you a letter."
"You'll then lock me into a relationship."
Yan Ceyan deliberately emphasized the word "locked up," while "date" sounded like "murder" to Yan Quan.
"Looking forward to your mailbox tomorrow." Yan Ceyan turned and unlocked the bathroom door, giving Yan Quan a deep look before leaving.
"Seven years."
"A long-awaited one-on-one date."
………
"Splash—splash—" The faucet in the single shower stall was turned up to the maximum again, and Yan Quan leaned against the sink, vomiting incessantly: "Ugh..."
Several vials of golden liquid inhibitors were scattered on the pristine white ceramic platform. The pheromone blocking patch had been removed, and the medical cotton gauze was covered with shockingly bright red blood.
As expected of Alph pheromone stimulation with a 90% high matching degree, Yan Quan had to use three times the dosage to barely suppress the omega's estrus response.
As the spasmodic pain from the medicine gradually subsided, Yan Quan, supporting her stomach, collapsed weakly and leaned against the wall.
The glaring white light hurt her eyes. Yan Quan stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, but soon couldn't stand it anymore and turned her gaze to the water-stained floor tiles.
All of this happened like a domino effect, rapidly spiraling out of control in unpredictable directions.
Yan Ceyan was much calmer than I had imagined.
And it seems... that suspicion has already been raised.
A date between two people involves so much physical contact; who knows how much it might reveal?
And... heat cycle.
Exhausted, Yan Quan counted the days on his fingers; it would be at most a week later. Thanks to Yan Ceyan, Yan Quan had a premonition that this heat would be exceptionally fierce and terrifying.
Yan Quan had intended to provoke Yan Ceyan to despise him, but instead, he aroused Yan Ceyan's suspicion... Yan Quan felt that he had completely lost both his wife and his army in this endeavor.
Damn it... what should I do?
Yan Quan's mind was completely in a mess, and she couldn't help but slowly turn her gaze to her flat stomach.
A warm palm gently rested on the raised, irregular scar. Yan Quan pursed her lips and complained irritably:
"Baby, could you please send a message from heaven, asking your father to be a little more reasonable and let me go?"
I don't know if there are walkie-talkies installed in Heaven, but the stairwell outside the restrooms is full of cameras.
"Yan Quan dressed provocatively and used seduction to seduce Yan Ceyan, who couldn't resist the temptation and followed her. The two then engaged in a passionate encounter in the bathroom for nearly an hour..." This topic has already sparked numerous comments and bullet screen messages from netizens.
[Holy crap, what on earth happened?]
[A lone Alpha and a single Omega, and exes meeting again—like dry wood meeting a raging fire… what do you think will happen?]
[It didn't even last an hour! Is my ex-husband really that bad?]
[Don't they take two or three hours on average for Alpha? My ex-husband definitely lost points this time (facepalm)]
Can you guys be normal for once? Maybe they're just... chatting.
"Yes, yes, they insist on chatting in a bathroom without cameras. I'd rather believe Qin Shi Huang resurrected than believe that."
"Great, ex-husband, you've reignited my curiosity about you. I'll be keeping a close eye on your every move."
So, what's my ex-husband doing now?
〖Oh, oh, oh, writing a letter〗
Wait a minute?! This signature?!
[No, he wrote it to Yan Quan?]
I don't know. Some people shout about hatred and revenge, but then they turn around and send out love letters to others.
It's about writing hate literature! If you love someone, then hate them fiercely! That's the true meaning of "a broken mirror rekindled with smoke"!
The night was deep, and a desk lamp was dimly lit. Yan Ceyan was intently reading the love letter that had been sent to his mailbox.
Even though it was just a short line of text, Yan Ceyan's gaze lingered on it for a long time.
"Although I don't know your name or what you look like, I'm confessing my feelings to you." — Yan Quan
Confess... Yan Quan seems to really owe me a confession.
Because their relationship was abnormal and entangled with too many grudges and entanglements, it was impossible for it to develop naturally and naturally like a normal romantic relationship.
Thinking of this, Yan Ceyan's thoughts briefly returned to that restless season with its humid summer rains... although later, torrential rains destroyed everything beyond recognition.
After a long while, Yan Ceyan turned to the side and rested his arm on the bedside table. The black ink from the fountain pen almost saturated the paper, adding a new line to the pristine white letter:
“I accept your confession” – Yan Ceyan.
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Author's Note: I've changed the book's title; I feel this one is more fitting [sunglasses]: "The Heartless Charmer Achieves a Happy Ending with His Nemesis in a Romance Variety Show."
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