Chapter 60 Return to the South (Part 1) "Yan Quan, you will have my child..."
Wow, this is so dreamy! It's like a pure romance novel come to life!
The key is that the sunlight acted like a soft-focus filter on Yan Quan, making her look like she stepped out of a fairy tale.
And the way he kept using "please" has me completely bewildered. Could I possibly be allowed to possess Yan Ceyan's body for a moment?
This is a public confession, isn't it? This is a public confession...kswl (a Chinese internet slang term for being overjoyed)
[Yan Quan, you really deserve to die, how could you do that?]
Otherwise, how could he become a sea king? Besides his looks, his methods are also top-notch.
If I were my ex-husband, I'd be stuck with him for life.
Looking at Yan Quan, whose forehead was dripping with sweat and who looked a bit disheveled, Yan Ceyan's gaze went slightly unfocused.
In a daze, he seemed to see himself collapsed in the boxing ring, exhausted—the eighteen-year-old fool who fell in love for the first time. He thought that by making himself tired and injured, he could appease someone.
Damn... So Yan Quan really intended to repay it "exactly".
"Yan Quan," Yan Ceyan said.
“Thump—thump—thump…” Yan Ceyan could clearly hear his own heartbeat echoing in his eardrums, one rapid beat after another.
"Hey." Yan Quan responded with a smile. His eyes were fixed on Yan Ceyan. His gaze was bright, bathed in the afternoon sun of three or four o'clock.
“I said—” Yan Ceyan’s lips continued to slowly open and close: “I agree to go on a date with you.”
[No, this feels so familiar?]
[I'm going straight to the finale of Vision: Confession Day]
[It's just a date invitation, but you two are taking it so seriously, like it's a wedding vow exchange.]
The chemistry between you two is a bit too much right now.
[I'm not kidding, the Shuangyan CP is really winning badly.]
[Add one, Yan Haiwang has chosen her ex-husband twice in a row, could this be true love?]
"Of course! The combination we're into is divine!"
*
The day of the election date, Sunday afternoon at 3:00 PM
A silver sedan slowly pulled up in the designated parking area outside Nanli Middle School—this was the date spot Yan Quan had chosen.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Yan Ceyan lowered the car window, his gaze sweeping over the tall, white teaching buildings, his thoughts drifting into a daze.
"Have you been here since graduation?" Yan Quan asked, glancing at the driver while holding the steering wheel.
"..." Yan Ceyan was silent for a while before slowly saying, "No."
Not even once.
Perhaps, she's afraid of remembering something.
What a huge and impressive school, it exudes an aura of wealth...
[Nonsense, it's one of the best elite schools in the capital, and it only admits Alphas of B rank or higher.]
[This is the first time I've truly grasped the background of these two young masters... I'd only ever seen such luxurious high schools in TV dramas before.]
"Today is the monthly break. Apart from a few boarding students staying on campus, there's basically no one on campus."
As Yan Quan spoke, he pulled out two clean school uniform jackets from the driver's seat drawer. "Nanzhong's school uniforms are rarely sold on the market. Luckily, I still have my old school uniform."
"Rip—" Yan Quan quickly put on her coat, zipped it up all the way, and turned to look at Yan Ceyan: "Let's go."
"Returning to this familiar place today, I'll pretend to be a high school student for a bit."
"..." His fingers gripped the familiar texture of the fabric, and Yan Ceyan gave a slight smile. "Okay."
"Pretending to be a high school student in your twenties, huh? (laughing and crying)"
To be honest, Yan Quan looks perfectly natural in this outfit; he's the quintessential male lead from a youthful campus drama.
As for the ex-husband... he gives off a vibe like a top soldier in a shooting game wearing a high school uniform skin (doge)
I get it, you two had a high school romance and are reminiscing about the past here, right?
It's said to be a return visit, but in reality, it's probably because old feelings are hard to forget.
[Add one: Reconciliation after a breakup is the most satisfying story!]
"The old I-interest card definitely won't work. It can't pass facial recognition, so you can't use the main entrance."
As Yan Quan said this, he didn't walk towards the gate, but instead walked familiarly along the other side of the wall.
"Fortunately, it's still there."
"It seems that after all these years, everyone is still using the same method to sneak out."
Because of its elevated location, a few bricks were artificially piled up in a corner of the grove of trees near the artificial hill behind the school.
"Watch out, your leg." Before Yan Ceyan could finish speaking, he saw Yan Quan step on the brick, support himself on his arm, and "whoosh—" flip over.
It crushed a dead leaf when it landed.
It's already autumn.
"It's alright." Yan Quan's voice drifted from the other side of the wall. "Actually, the wound is almost half healed, so jumping around like this won't hurt much."
Then Yan Ceyan nimbly leaped over the wall in a few quick steps, without even stepping on any bricks...
Standing on the flat ground, Yan Quan suddenly raised his arm against the wall, winked at Yan Ceyan and smiled, "Come down, I'll get you."
In the past, Yan Ceyan was always the first to climb over the wall and then do this action.
Even this has to be copied one-to-one... Yan Ceyan suddenly felt a bit dumbfounded.
"No need." Yan Ceyan jumped down quickly, and when he landed, he deliberately reached out and ruffled Yan Quan's hair, who was standing by the wall.
As her fingertips brushed through her hair, she smelled the familiar scent of citrus shampoo—Yan Quan had been using the same brand of shampoo since high school.
"I can manage on my own, you don't need to pick me up." Then Yan Ceyan added a special explanation.
Yan Quan laughed: "Oh, an Alpha's pride... unwilling to be helped by an Omega."
Yan Ceyan glanced at Yan Quan and stubbornly replied, "No."
Yan Quan and Yan Ceyan walked side by side. Yan Ceyan took care of Yan Quan's leg injury and deliberately slowed his pace.
"To be honest, when you first found out I was actually an omega, weren't you quite happy?" Yan Quan suddenly laughed.
"..." Yan Ceyan didn't refute this time. He paused for a moment before continuing.
"As long as it's you, whether you're an Alpha or an Omega, it's the same, there's no difference."
“There is a difference.” Yan Quan didn’t believe it, and circled around Yan Ceyan’s shoulder to continue, “For example—”
"For example, what?" Yan Ceyan looked up.
“For example…” Yan Quan’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, and his lips seemed to be pulled by his subconscious as he uttered a sentence: “Omega… can have children.”
Now, Yan Ceyan turned his head and stared straight at Yan Quan, a dark shadow swirling in his dark eyes: "Yan Quan."
"You'll have my child?"
"..." Yan Quan fell silent. After a long while, she pursed her lips and asked, "Do you like children?"
The silence carried from one end to the other, and Yan Ceyan remained silent.
"I didn't like it before." After several minutes, Yan Ceyan finally spoke, "But now, I can."
Let alone children.
Before meeting Yan Quan, Yan Ceyan didn't even like living things. He was annoyed by anything with body heat and breathing nearby.
But now, Yan Ceyan really wants to have a child with Yan Quan. Because if they have a child, Yan Quan will have some concerns and will stay by his side more often.
Use a child to tie someone down.
This is a very despicable act.
Regarding Yan Quan, Yan Ceyan admitted his own despicable nature.
"Give birth? What a vulgar and inappropriate statement!"
Is this a topic that can be discussed on a dating reality show?
[Is it about having a baby? You guys are moving way too fast (facepalm)]
[Damn it, the more I watch, the more I think my ex-husband has a chance!]
[It's not just a possibility, Yan Quan is now completely pursuing her!]
[They're actually discussing having children? Is Yan Haiwang really planning to settle down?]
I don't care, we fans of the reunion couple are already ecstatic!
The reconciliation between the two is correct, great, and beyond question.
*
As they spoke, the two arrived at the door of Class A classroom.
Sunlight streamed obliquely through the glass window, casting golden light onto the wooden floor, and creating dazzling patches of light through the gaps filtered by the leaves.
The air was filled with the smell of chalk dust and paper ink, as if time had been paused.
Yan Ceyan's gaze first settled on the last row by the window—the seat where he and Yan Quan used to sit side by side.
The familiar desks were spotless.
"Come and take a look." Yan Quan pulled Yan Ceyan to the row of seats and stopped.
"Actually, I came here a while ago to set things up." Yan Quan said, his voice rising slightly with a hint of smugness at the end.
"Yan Ceyan, put your hand under the desk."
Yan Ceyan obediently reached out his hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging with tension due to a vague sense of anticipation.
Yan Ceyan's fingertip touched the edge of a plastic box. He raised an eyebrow slightly and pulled the object out completely.
It was a whole box of ballpoint pens.
The black plastic casing is available in major stationery stores nationwide, with a wholesale price of one yuan per piece.
It was the same one that Yan Ceyan gave to Yan Quan after she accidentally "took the wrong one" during their first meeting.
"The pens from Federation A are expensive and hard to write with. A box of five costs me $20." Yan Quan said, pulling out a black pen and deftly twirling the slender barrel between his fingers.
"Later I discovered that this brand is indeed very good."
"Every report I fill out in the lab is written with it."
The black pen spun three times on Yan Quan's fingertip before stopping. Then Yan Quan handed it, box and all, to Yan Ceyan: "This box has ten pens. You get ten free, isn't that a great deal?"
Yan Ceyan looked quietly at the cardboard box in his hand, his eyes lowered: from a single pen to a box of pens.
But in between, there is a seven-year interest payment period.
Originally, it was a huge loss, but now... the plastic casing of the pen lying in his palm still retained Yan Quan's body temperature. Yan Ceyan clenched his fist tightly: "Barely breaking even."
Because at least, Yan Quan "came back".
"Coming back" means breaking even.
"Alright." Sensing the somewhat somber atmosphere, Yan Quan pulled Yan Ceyan along again. "Let's go check out the dormitory building."
[This hand-holding pose looks so natural (chin resting on hand)]
[The two were a bit awkward and ambiguous before, but now they're completely... like a married couple (doge)]
We still don't know what happened between them on the mountain that night of the torrential rain...
[I guess they talked about it (I'm just kidding)]
[It's been discussed (I'm joking too)]
For convenience, the student dormitories at Nanzhong High School are located right next to the teaching building. Yan Quan used to live in the first single room on the third floor. After Yan Ceyan moved in, the two of them lived in a double room on the top floor.
Without a dormitory access card, the two could only wander around the outside corridor.
“Double rooms have been completely eliminated in Nanzhong now.” Yan Quan pointed to a newly posted notice in the corridor, “Alphas are prohibited from visiting each other’s rooms or sharing a bathroom after lights out.”
"Haha..." Yan Quan smiled, her eyes crinkling, "You've chosen us."
"It seems that this new rule was issued by the school's academic affairs office after we were exposed."
"Our early romance really infuriated the head of student affairs. The old man, who had been a materialist all his life, started to wonder if there was something wrong with his birth chart, otherwise how could there be so many gay people with double A's during his term?"
As Yan Quan spoke, his eyes seemed to see through the dormitory wall to the familiar bathroom, where the sound of dripping water spread across the floor... He sat on Yan Ceyan and kissed him.
Furthermore, Yan Ceyan would forcibly drag her out of bed in the early morning to wash up and eat breakfast. Or, even if she had been out in the wind on the balcony for a long time in the middle of the night, Yan Ceyan would still smell the cigarette on her the next morning and give her a kiss as "punishment" until she was dizzy and disoriented.
“In the past, I always said ‘go home’ instead of ‘go back to the dormitory after class’…”
Gathering her scattered thoughts, Yan Quan forced a smile and gave Yan Ceyan a slight laugh: "I only realized later that this might be what I truly felt inside."
Yan Quan hated Baisha Street, hated the Yan family, and hated staying in the Yan family even more.
Only the time she spent crammed into a double room with Yan Ceyan gave Yan Quan the feeling of "home".
"Yan Ceyan, did you ever feel that way back then?"
"..." Yan Ceyan sighed silently, then gently wiped Yan Quan's lower eyelid with his hand.
"Yes, I have." Yan Ceyan answered after picking up a fallen lower eyelash from Yan Quan with his fingertips.
Yan Ceyan didn't tell Yan Quan the feelings that welled up in his heart when he received his first stipend, when he earned his first pot of gold, and when he stood in the empty apartment with the keys in his hand.
Yan Ceyan once hoped that someone would live there with him.
Eighteen-year-old Yan Ceyan genuinely wants to get married.
Just as Yan Quan and Yan Ceyan were quietly looking at each other, a voice suddenly broke the silence, "Huh...you two?"
Yan Quan looked closely and realized that the door to the dormitory was open.
A boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old was leaning against the door frame, drying his wet hair while looking Yan Quan and Yan Ceyan up and down with a suspicious gaze: "Are you two... from our school?"
"..." Before Yan Quan could speak, she heard another series of light footsteps in the dormitory: "Who are you talking to?"
"Nobody." The boy grinned, showing his big teeth. "You sit still on the bed. I'll come over and blow-dry your hair in a bit."
His gaze returned to Yan Quan and Yan Ceyan, and the boy immediately adopted a serious, suspicious expression: "Although they're wearing our school uniform, they look..."
The boy's gaze was fixed intently on Yan Ceyan's well-developed shoulder muscles: "At this age... you don't seem like high school students? You guys are from outside the school, aren't you?"
"Three, two, one..." Realizing his identity was about to be exposed, Yan Quan whispered a countdown: "Run."
As the countdown ended, Yan Ceyan slammed the dormitory door shut with a "bang." Yan Quan grabbed Yan Ceyan's wrist tightly, then turned and ran.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor, the whistling wind swept past her ears, and the tight air rushed into her throat. Yan Quan suddenly laughed.
"There's still one person in the dorm," Yan Quan said, slightly out of breath as she ran.
“I know,” Yan Ceyan replied, slowing his pace.
"What do you think their relationship is?" After running all the way up to the rooftop, Yan Quan finally stopped. "Is it the same as what happened to us back then?"
“I think…” Yan Ceyan squatted down, checked Yan Quan’s calf wrapped in bandages, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the wound had not reopened. “The head of the teaching department is going to have an even bigger doubt about life.”
"Hahaha... defying the wind." Yan Quan was amused. "Isn't that dorm room a bit feng shui-challenged? It was for us back then, and it's for the current juniors too..."
"What do you think will happen to them in the future?"
Yan Quan took a few steps forward, gripping the railing of the rooftop. The wind was strong, blowing Yan Quan's hair wildly.
It was exactly six o'clock in the afternoon, just as autumn was setting. The scattered afterglow gilded Yan Quan's flowing hair with a layer of broken gold.
Yan Quan continued, "Will they separate?"
Just like us.
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