Chapter 43 Perfect Answer Sheet (Part Two) In front of Yan Ceyan, Yan Quan…
Pretending to "like"...
Yan Quan stared at the tall Alpha opposite him, who was completely drenched: "Yan Ceyan, are you suggesting a reconciliation now?"
Raindrops welled up in Yan Ceyan's deep-set eyes, forming tiny eddies. Or perhaps, they were tears.
“Hmm,” Yan Ceyan replied.
Yan Quan's fingertips, hanging by his sides, instantly pinched painfully—
Every moment spent together, the excessive Alph pheromones in my body were clashing and pressing against each other; just smelling Yan Quan's pheromones would make me frantic and restless...
Such an unusual reaction.
Yan Quan didn't believe that Yan Ceyan couldn't sense anything at all.
Ever since Yan Quan transferred to his class, Yan Ceyan has been going to the hospital every few days. Yan Quan doesn't believe it either; the doctor's reports haven't found any cause...
Yan Ceyan himself certainly knows his physical condition better than anyone else...
So, you already knew, didn't you?
So, I've been enduring it all along.
Every moment of their embrace and kiss, every moment of smelling Yan Quan's pheromones... Yan Ceyan's body must have been burning from the intense heat of Alph's pheromones.
They're actually trying to get back together now...
Yan Quan simply couldn't understand Yan Ceyan's thought process—
Any normal person who knows there's a cliff ahead would rather go around it. Only Yan Ceyan... there's only a complete idiot like Yan Ceyan in the world.
Even if his heart is shattered beyond recognition, even if the loudspeaker is blaring a warning in his ear, he will still close his eyes, cover his ears, and jump down recklessly.
Almost at the same moment, Yan Quan suddenly understood the "confident" look in Yan Zhengdong's eyes in the ward, and why Yan Zhengdong was so sure that "Yan Ceyan would not push Yan Quan away".
Because this is the most sophisticated "open strategy".
Yan Zhengdong knew this all along; even though the Yan family and Yan Ceyan had seen through everything, they still couldn't refuse...
"Yan Ceyan, do you like me that much?" Yan Quan lowered his head almost resignedly.
"Hmm." Yan Ceyan seemed to only know how to say "hmm."
"I like it so much I'm almost going crazy."
The school uniform shirt was soaked through by the rain, sticking to his body and making it hard for Yan Quan to breathe.
"The reason... what's the reason for liking it?"
Countless people in this world have said they like Yan Quan, and Yan Quan has asked every one of her ex-boyfriends the same question.
Why do you like me?
Yan Quan received a wide variety of answers from different perspectives.
"Because you're good-looking," "Because of your personality," "Because I fell in love with you at first sight," "Because you're Yan Zhengdong's son"...
Some ex-boyfriends, in an attempt to please Yan Quan, would cleverly claim that they loved everything about her, from her strengths to her weaknesses... as long as Yan Quan was still breathing, they would love her.
In the past, Yan Quan accepted all these "reasons" for liking someone. Because... even Yan Quan himself didn't know the answer to this question.
The torrential rain poured down, and the wet mist blurred Yan Quan's vision. Yan Ceyan gradually became a blurry white blur in Yan Quan's sight.
It was at this moment that Yan Quan asked the same question he had asked more than a dozen times in the past:
"Yan Ceyan, why do you like me?"
"I don't know..." Amidst the noisy raindrops falling, Yan Ceyan's deep voice almost blended into the curtain of water.
"Yan Quan, I want to ask you the same question: why do I like you..."
"You're an Alpha. Before you, I never thought I could like anyone else... but I just happen to like you so much."
The wet sound, mixed with Yan Ceyan's questioning yet honest tone, echoed in Yan Quan's eardrums, and then... exploded in Yan Quan's mind like a drumbeat—
"This feeling is like..."
"Yan Quan, it's as if I'll love you from the moment you're born."
"Bang—" Yan Quan seemed to hear, in a daze, the sound of the tenement buildings on Baisha Street being torn apart, overturned, and collapsed.
"It's all your fault...it's all your fault!" "How could I be pregnant?" "I took abortion pills, how are you still alive?"...
The woman, suffering from immense mental oppression, would often lock vulnerable and helpless young children in a narrow closet during moments of madness...
A suffocating tide choked the child's breath, and a perpetually dark shadow haunted him like a ghost.
"You're a wicked child, a wicked child..." "Because of you, this burden, I'm stuck in this godforsaken place forever." "Go to hell... go to hell!!"
...
Yan Quan knew perfectly well that her mother was actually forced into this situation and that her mother didn't actually "love" Yan Quan.
Even after her mother discovered that Yan Quan's "biological father" had risen from humble beginnings to become a real estate tycoon, and that her mother began to like (and exploit) Yan Quan, calling him "baby," Yan Quan did not forget his past memories.
Those heart-wrenching, nail-like wounds formed the darkest corner of Yan Quan's heart.
This is a secret, one that Yan Quan has never dared to tell anyone—Yan Quan has always felt that he shouldn't have been born into this world. His very existence is a mistake.
Yan Quan's heart had long been empty.
So Yan Quan, as if "compensating," talked about many ex-boyfriends, abnormally "demanding" from them. She easily seduced and hooked them, coldly watching them become obsessed and increasingly entangled...
Even if they talk a lot, even if every relationship is seamless... Yan Quan will get tired of it after three months at most, and fall into an endless vortex of "self-doubt" again.
Because they're all the same. Ex-boyfriends, mothers, everyone is essentially the same. A pretty face, a personality, facial features... their "liking" is conditional, it's all "exploitation."
Except for... Yan Ceyan.
Yan Ceyan's interpretation—
"I'll love you from the moment you were born..."
It seems that the "pseudo-proposition" that had trapped Yan Quan for many years and tormented him day and night was finally vetoed by someone with a simple sentence, and the correct answer was submitted.
No "added value" is needed; the source code Yan Quan gave birth to is "correct," and Yan Quan's existence is "correct."
If this were an exam, everyone else, including Yan Quan, would have submitted a blank paper, except for Yan Ceyan…
Only Yan Ceyan got a perfect score.
This perfect score became the first brick that broke through Yan Quan's closed and confined heart.
*
Say it again.
Yan Quan's voice trembled slightly as he spoke, and his heart pounded in his chest: "Yan Ceyan, say it again."
"Yan Quan, I will love you from the moment you were born."
In the drizzling rain, Yan Ceyan repeated the sentence over and over again with great seriousness.
As she finished speaking, tears began to well up in Yan Quan's beautiful, fox-like eyes, trickling down her high, straight nose: "Yan Ceyan, you're really sick..."
It's that classic catchphrase again.
"Yan Ceyan, are you sick in the head?!" Yan Quan always cursed Yan Ceyan like this when he was angry.
Mingming Yanquan is a very cold and proud cat, always wrapped in a hard shell. She is a very aloof cat.
Only when facing Yan Ceyan did she act so frankly and loudly, as if her tail had been stepped on—even if a cat's tail is stepped on, it won't scratch you with its claws, it will just meow, which means that you are special to the cat.
"Hmm." Yan Ceyan didn't argue after being scolded, but stared at Yan Quan quietly. "Just think of me as sick."
"Yan Quan, I want to get back together with you."
"...Okay. I promise you."
The road was flooded, and shoes splashed water as they stepped on it. Yan Quan took several steps closer to Yan Ceyan.
"Yan Ceyan, I want to get back together with you."
"Really..." Yan Ceyan's dark eyes suddenly lit up, and the excitement of regaining what he had lost made him hug Yan Quan's back tightly.
It's fake, this is a complete exploitation and deception. Idiot... Yan Quan pressed her lower lip tightly against her lips, the soft flesh in her heart being clenched with bitterness.
Just as Yan Zhengdong had planned, her hands moved in response, wrapping around Yan Ceyan's neck: "...Really."
So far, Yan Zhengdong's scheme has been "flawless"—the prey willingly falls into the trap and sinks into depravity, and the Yan family is forced to pay a heavy commercial price in the future...
But actually, one thing has changed.
This is no longer a "pure exploitation".
Yan Quan, as the biggest and most crucial "chip" in the scheme, has been shaken—from this moment on, this gamble of fate has become evenly matched.
*
The heavy rain soaked them both to the bone. Yan Quan was worried that they would catch a cold or fever if they continued like this, so he led Yan Ceyan to his dormitory.
The accommodation at Nan Zhong is very good; it's a single room. Each room has a bed, desk, and private bathroom—everything you need.
"Bang—" Yan Quan, holding Yan Ceyan's hand, entered the dormitory and locked the door from the inside. She also drew the curtains.
Without turning on the lights, the room suddenly became very dark.
Then, Yan Quan loosened his grip on Yan Ceyan's hand and, in front of Yan Ceyan, began to take off his school uniform shirt.
The school uniform shirt, soaked with water, clung tightly to Yan Quan's body, outlining her lean and muscular physique—very beautiful.
"Wearing wet clothes will make you catch a cold."
Yan Quan looked up and met Yan Ceyan's gaze. As they spoke, he slowly unbuttoned the first button of his school uniform shirt.
Yan Quan's two prominent and delicate collarbones were revealed.
Yan Ceyan's breath hitched for a moment.
"Hmm..." The shirt was absorbent and clung tightly to her body, making it a little difficult for Yan Quan to take it off, and she let out a soft, reproachful sound.
By this time, the fifth button of Yan Quan's shirt had been undone, and a sliver of her thin waist was faintly visible.
Yan Ceyan's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
It was still drizzling outside, and the atmosphere inside became humid and sticky...
"Swish—" The shirt was completely taken off and casually thrown on the ground by Yan Quan.
Now, Yan Quan's upper body is completely exposed.
Her skin was covered with a layer of lingering water, and in the dim light, it looked as white as jade.
The shoulder width was just right; an inch more would make him look too muscular, and a inch less would make him look too frail—it was just right for Yan Ceyan to hold in his arms.
There was a mole below his collarbone, the only mole on his all-white body, which was eye-catching and alluring—Yan Ceyan stared at it for a long time.
Further down are his abs... very thin, and they look very soft—completely different from Yan Ceyan's own well-defined abdominal muscles.
"Hoo..." It was still raining outside. Yan Ceyan stood there staring at Yan Quan, his breathing becoming hot and heavy.
"...Hmm?" Yan Quan, who was completely unaware of his own behavior, finally realized that something was wrong.
Thinking of Yan Ceyan's mania, Yan Quan turned around and rummaged through the desk drawer to find a pheromone-blocking ring, which he then put around his neck.
The choker is a standard black design, which contrasts sharply with Yan Quan's already strikingly fair skin, creating a strong visual impact.
Anyway, Yan Ceyan felt that Yan Quan's upper body looked even more erotic after he turned around.
"Aren't you going to take off your clothes?" Yan Quan stared at Yan Ceyan's soaking wet shirt, frowning as he repeated his question:
"Wearing wet clothes will make you catch a cold."
"Hmm." Yan Ceyan responded, his gaze still fixed on Yan Quan's torso.
Perhaps the excitement of getting back together clouded his judgment, or perhaps it was the instinctive drive of the highly compatible Alph hormones, or perhaps it was because Yan Ceyan hadn't had sex in a long time since the breakup and was overly craving it...
In short, Yan Ceyan suddenly took several steps forward, shortening the distance between him and Yan Quan to just a few centimeters.
Yan Ceyan ran his hand through Yan Quan's long hair, his fingertips gently brushing away the damp strands, weaving them between each finger. "Yan Quan..."
"Yan Quan..." Yan Ceyan called Yan Quan's name in a low, hoarse voice, each syllable swirling in his mouth, tinged with a wild, untamed desire...
"Sweet Orange, I want you to help me take my clothes off."
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Author's Note: In Chapter 27, Yan Quan answered all of Yan Ceyan's questions correctly, submitting a perfect score; in this chapter (Chapter 43), Yan Ceyan answered Yan Quan's questions correctly, also submitting a "perfect score."
Our little couple [droopy-eared bunny head] is locked in a [purple sugar] relationship.
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