Chapter 123 I Don't Want a Title
The car has four eights (C), so this should be Lu Chong's car.
Why do you still react so strongly to the name Lu Chong?
He really is here to see you. If he treats you better, would you still want to go back with him?
This world is strange. People who play games with others and manipulate people's hearts claim to be clear-headed, while those who value feelings are called foolish.
Mu Yan couldn't figure it out, and didn't want to bother thinking about it anymore.
As they brushed past each other, Shang Qiyue reached out and grabbed Mu Yan's wrist.
Alpha's body temperature seemed to be higher than Mu Yan's. Mu Yan looked down and saw that Shang Qiyue's hands were very large and could easily wrap around his wrist, like a scorching ring of fire.
"Yan Yan, if you can accept what he said, can you also accept me?"
“He can play the victim, and so can I. Anything he does for you, I can do too. I don’t want any title,” Shang Qiyue glanced at the thermos in Mu Yan’s hand, getting more and more absurd as he spoke, “How about you take care of me?”
"I don't want money. If you make me a bowl of this soup every month, I'll do your laundry, cook for you, walk the dog, and be your massage stick, okay?"
"I'm very good at serving people, you know that. I'm much better at it than this guy surnamed Lu..."
"Shut up!" Lu Chong finally lost all sense of propriety. How could Shang Qiyue utter such vulgarities in front of everyone? He might be shameless, but Lu Chong still had his pride. "Are you sick in the head?"
"Let go." Mu Yan glanced down at Shang Qiyue's hand gripping his wrist. "Shang Qiyue, I told you to let go."
Shang Qiyue refused to let go, but he was afraid of leaving a mark on Mu Yan's wrist, so he didn't use too much force.
Mu Yan forcefully broke free from him and slapped him hard across the face.
This wasn't the first time Shang Qiyue had been slapped by him. Mu Yan hadn't used too much force. Shang Qiyue looked at him with a gaze that seemed to want to lick him all over.
It doesn't hurt much.
On the contrary, a strange feeling spread through his mind as he felt a warmth in his lower abdomen.
On the night of Lu Zhi and Fu Jiayan's engagement banquet, when Mu Yan and Lu Chong broke up, Mu Yan didn't seem to have hit Lu Chong like that.
Mu Yan treats him differently from others, doesn't he? And although Mu Yan is thin, he's not exactly weak. It's not uncommon for omegas to slap someone until their ears ring, so Mu Yan probably didn't use much force when he hit himself like that.
Mu Yan is a very traditional person, but why can't he be even more traditional?
He could accept a scoundrel like Lu Chong, so what made him any worse than Lu Chong? Why couldn't he accept him too?
"Yan Yan, I'm serious. If you're still angry that I locked you up, then you put a collar around my neck and lock me up yourself, okay...?"
Mu Yan was genuinely frightened by his nonsensical words and was speechless for a long time.
After slapping him hard, his hand trembled slightly. Lu Chong reached out and gently patted the back of his hand with the hand that wasn't receiving an IV drip.
"Mr. Shang, Yan Yan doesn't want to see you. You can't be so stupid as to not even realize that, can you? If you really insist on bothering me, then I'll have to have security escort you out."
Mu Yan did not dodge his comforting words, which was a great encouragement to Lu Chong. He glanced at Shang Qiyue with a smug look and pretended to pick up his phone to call the security guard.
"Shang Qiyue, there's no need to involve the security guards," Mu Yan said softly. "Just leave by yourself and don't cause trouble for others. They're paid to work, and they work very hard."
"The soup is getting cold," Mu Yan urged, handing a white porcelain spoon to Lu Chong. "Lu Chong, drink it quickly."
When Lu Chong saw the steaming bowl of fish and tofu soup, he couldn't help but think of what Shang Qiyue had just said, even though he didn't want to admit it. "If you cook me a bowl of this soup once a month, I'll be your nanny, your lover, and so on."
Shang Qiyue is really ridiculous. How thick-skinned does he have to be to say such nonsense?
He didn't want to admit that he was still affected by Shang Qiyue's casual crazy remark, so he took a deep breath and slowly began to drink the soup that Mu Yan had brought him.
Lu Chong knew Mu Yan's cooking skills very well; this soup probably wasn't made by Mu Yan.
Even if Mu Yan had spoiled him before, he would never have been so meticulous as to pick out the fish bones. Now, Mu Yan would be even less likely to do so. This must have been done by the aunt.
Despite this, Lu Chong still happily drank the fish soup clean.
So what if Auntie makes it? Some people want to drink it but can't get any.
For Lu Chong, Shang Qiyue's jealousy came out of nowhere.
If Mu Yan has already accepted him, then such jealousy is the impotent rage of a loser, and is part of Lu Chongrong's glory.
However, Mu Yan did not actually accept him. It was like being the second to last in school and being envied by the last-ranked student, only to have the last-ranked student tear up your answer sheet at the last second before the exam bell rang. Besides being shocked, there was also a deep sense of helplessness, not knowing when you could get third to last place.
“Yan Yan, when I brought those things to see you yesterday, there was something I wanted to say, but your brother interrupted me, so I didn’t say it.”
"...You're pregnant, aren't you?"
Mu Yan didn't hesitate for long and quickly nodded.
"You told me that you don't like premarital pregnancy."
After Lu Chong finished speaking, he paused for a moment, as if he had made a great decision.
"Yan Yan, if you are willing to forgive me, can you marry me and let me be the father of this child? Okay?"
“Your brother said that those property rights and insurance are all rubbish, all useless things. I really don’t know what else I can give you to prove my sincerity. Actually, what my dad said before was not wrong. Without the wealth, power and reputation that my family gave me, I have nothing and am nothing.”
Mu Yan is gentle, optimistic, and has loving eyes.
Mu Yan would be happy with anyone, but he would only be happy with Mu Yan.
“Lu Chong,” Mu Yan called out to him earnestly, “when we used to rent a house together, you said you were making money to marry me, and I said we could get married right now, what were you thinking back then?”
"You probably didn't really want to marry me back then. Your family didn't actually go bankrupt; starting a business was just a game you were playing. If you really wanted to marry me, whether you made money or not shouldn't have affected our marriage."
Lu Chong looked at him, seemingly speechless for a moment.
"I did think about marrying you, but you didn't choose me back then."
When Mu Yan said this, her tone was very calm. After so long, it was as if she was talking about someone else's affairs.
He had genuinely considered marrying Lu Chong, pooling their money together to buy a small 80-square-meter apartment in City A, and imagining that when they weren't so poor anymore, he would buy him the best CD player and the latest game console.
However, at that time, Lu Chong did not like Mu Yan as much as Mu Yan liked him.
“…I know you’re sincere now,” he glanced at Lu Chong, who was looking lost and pale, and felt a little soft-hearted. “But no one stays in the same place forever; we all have to move forward.”
“What about the child?” Lu Chong glanced down at his lower abdomen. “Wasn’t this the last thing you wanted…?”
Mu Yan followed his gaze and lowered her head, subconsciously reaching out to touch her still flat stomach.
Strangely enough, although it hadn't been long since he found out he was pregnant and tried so hard to abort the child, he had already calmly accepted the existence of the child.
A mother's love for her child and a child's love for their mother are like instincts etched into human genes.
Just as Mu Juanhua was able to raise him well on her own, he would take good care of his baby even without Xie Chen.
These are his loved ones, a gift from heaven.
Mu Yan gently shook his head: "I'm already married."
Lu Chong froze, and in a moment of carelessness, the white porcelain bowl containing the fish soup was knocked over and fell to the ground.
There was no fish soup left inside; only the crisp sound of fine porcelain shattering could be heard.
"Yan Yan...you didn't cut your hand, did you?"
Mu Yan shook his head. He was sitting some distance away from where the porcelain cup had broken. It was Lu Chong who had knocked over the white porcelain cup. He should be worried about himself first.
Lu Chong silently rang a bell to summon the staff, instructing them to clean up the white porcelain shards.
"With whom...?" A long silence followed long after the staff left. Lu Chong asked in a slightly trembling voice, "Was it He Fan... or Xie Chen?"
"Yes." Mu Yan didn't give him a chance to guess the next one and immediately admitted it.
“But you’ve only known each other for a short time. Even with your biological mother’s connection, you two…” Lu Chong, usually so rational, was unusually incoherent this time. “Do you really like him? Why would you marry someone you don’t love?”
“I’ve known you for four years, and I really liked you back then,” Mu Yan said. “Even before we officially met, I had heard about you many times from other people.”
"...But didn't I also fail to see you clearly?"
Lu Chong looked at him, his eyes suddenly darkening.
"Back then, you never thought about marrying me, did you? Did you love that omega man or woman you were originally planning to marry? Did he love you? Would he know you had a lover you'd known for four years? But you still got married. What difference does it make?"
“And my brother is very good to me,” Mu Yan said softly. “He said he wanted to be family that I could rely on, and I’m happy to be his family.”
[Author's Note]
There should be another update early this morning. If not, I'm just too tired to continue. You can check back during the day.
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