Chapter 51 Mistress
The moment those words were spoken, Lu Chong felt as if all his strength had been drained away. His vision went black, and he even had difficulty standing.
Mu Yan doesn't want him.
Mu Yan really doesn't want him anymore.
He lowered his head, his lips trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything.
Just then, Shang Qiyue reached out from the rolled-down car window and handed over an unsigned check.
"Did you hear that?" He looked at Lu Chong with a smile, his voice casual. "Sign this check for 100,000 and get out of here."
Lu Chong's gaze fell on the check, his chest heaving violently.
If anger had a physical form, it would have burned a hole through Shang Qiyue.
The night was dark, but Lu Chong could see the words "ten thousand yuan" on the sign very clearly.
Everything is complete except for his signature.
That bastard Shang Qiyue.
He dared not lose his temper with Mu Yan, but he had no temper left with Shang Qiyue.
He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes almost spitting fire, staring intently at Shang Qiyue, wishing he could punch him.
"What does my business with him have to do with you?" He gritted his teeth and sneered, his tone so cold it seemed he wanted to tear someone apart. "You lowly thing, born of a mother but raised without one, a homewrecker, what are you anyway?"
"Lu Chong!"
Mu Yan's eyes widened suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, he hadn't expected Lu Chong to say such a thing.
Even if Lu Chongping spoke in a sharp and sarcastic tone, Mu Yan had never heard him use such vulgar language.
He never expected that Lu Chong would suddenly curse Shang Qiyue like that.
He always thought Lu Chong only had a bad temper in front of him, since he was willing to coax and indulge him. He would never act like that with outsiders.
Just as he was about to speak, the car door next to him was pulled open, and then his wrist was grabbed by a strong hand. The next second, Shang Qiyue pulled him into the car.
"Sir..." Mu Yan exclaimed in a panic. Before he could break free, his waist was firmly held and he fell into a familiar embrace.
The car door slammed shut, cutting off all outside noise.
Lu Chong remained standing there, veins throbbing on his forehead, his eyes swirling with a frenzied rage, like a wild beast that had been thoroughly enraged, wishing he could rush over and snatch Mu Yan out of the car.
"Sir, I'm sorry, I didn't know he would say such things to you..."
Shang Qiyue's hand stroked his spine, gentle yet firm, as if telling him not to worry, it wasn't his fault.
He casually rested one hand on the car window and smiled nonchalantly at Lu Chong: "You're right, I really did have a mother who gave me life but no mother who raised me."
Mu Yan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his fingernails instinctively dug into his palm.
During his vulnerable period, Shang Qiyue mentioned his mother to Mu Yan once, saying that she always promised to pick him up early from kindergarten, but she always broke her promise and then had the nanny take his place.
Shang Qiyue should clearly care about his mother quite a bit.
"As for being a mistress," Shang Qiyue's gaze swept disdainfully over Lu Chong's flushed face, the corners of his lips curving into an even more mocking smile, "So what? I'm happy. Being a mistress isn't illegal."
"If an Alpha isn't impotent and treats his wife well, why would anyone else consider him a mistress? Flies don't land on eggs without cracks. Only an incompetent man would keep whining like you."
Lu Chong's face instantly turned extremely ugly, his fists clenched so tightly they made a "crackling" sound, and the anger in his eyes almost swallowed people whole.
Yes, Shang Qiyue is right.
He was not good to Mu Yan. He was not gentle, did not provide Mu Yan with good material conditions, and was not sincere.
He was incompetent and failed to bring happiness to Mu Yan.
He had also grown accustomed to Mu Yan's gentleness, to Mu Yan's busyness for him, and to Mu Yan's constant companionship.
He took Mu Yan's kindness for granted, but never reciprocated with the same sincerity.
Therefore, if Mu Yan were to insult him, he wouldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.
But what right does that bastard Shang Qiyue have to curse him?
How could someone like Shang Qiyue possibly have any genuine feelings for Yan Yan?
Shang Qiyue still held the unsigned check in his hand, leaning lazily against the car window, turning his head to look at Lu Chong.
"What, you don't want to sign?" He gently waved the check in his hand, his tone slightly teasing. "Or... is it that Young Master Lu is so poor that he can't even come up with 100,000?"
Lu Chong's hands clenched slightly, his face terribly gloomy.
Shang Qiyue laughed even more heartily, and slowly continued, "If you don't have money, that's not something we can't discuss."
He rubbed the check between his long, slender fingers, his eyes carrying a hint of nonchalant malice. "After all, it's only 100,000 yuan. Yan Yan lent this money out. Since you're unwilling to pay it back, I can pay it back for you."
Lu Chong's expression turned even uglier.
If he had a choice, he would absolutely not want to make the slightest concession in front of Shang Qiyue at this time.
With the Cayenne's windows rolled down to their lowest position, he could see Mu Yan leaning on Shang Qiyue's shoulder, completely embraced by him.
It was a very common position between couples, but in Lu Chong's eyes at that moment, it looked like a provocation.
Signing is an admission of weakness, and not signing is also an admission of weakness.
He's bound to lose no matter what.
Lu Chong snatched the check and quickly signed his name.
“That’s great,” Shang Qiyue said with satisfaction as he took the check. “I knew it. How could Young Master Lu not be able to come up with 100,000 yuan? The license plate of your Maybach alone is worth countless 100,000 yuan.”
Shang Qiyue took the check, glanced at the signature on it, smiled with satisfaction, and then pressed the button to roll up the car window.
Before the car window could be rolled up, Lu Chong suddenly pressed down on the edge of the window. The force wasn't great, but he was a madman, and Shang Qiyue wasn't. Shang Qiyue subconsciously released the button.
Is this guy crazy? Is he trying to scam me?
“You were able to take Mu Yan away today,” Lu Chong looked up at the man in the car who seemed relaxed and confident, “because he hates me, not because you’re really that great.”
Shang Qiyue couldn't help but laugh this time: "So you know how awful you are? I thought you didn't."
"Don't be so self-righteous." Lu Chong looked at Shang Qiyue and said, emphasizing each word.
"You'd better pray that I don't steal him away again."
The car was quiet for a moment.
"The car doors were not locked."
Shang Qiyue glanced sideways at Mu Yan, who was sitting quietly in his arms, and said in a very indifferent tone.
“I didn’t force him, nor did I use any underhanded tactics to play the victim, nor did I try to seduce him in a pretentious way. He got on the bus voluntarily, and he can get off anytime he wants.”
Lu Chong stood there, his shadow stretched long by the Maybach's headlights.
For the first time, Mu Yan felt that he seemed a little... lonely.
How could Lu Chong be lonely? Someone as outstanding as him, even if he is always alone, will only be seen as someone who looks down on everyone.
"Lu Chong, let go. You should go back," Mu Yan said softly.
The moment Lu Chong heard Mu Yan's voice, he subconsciously let go of her hand.
Mu Yan told him to let go.
He must listen to Mu Yan.
He was dishonest and insincere in the past, he didn't appreciate Mu Yan's efforts, and he didn't listen to Mu Yan, which is why Mu Yan got angry and left.
He's obedient now; he listens to everything Mu Yan says, and he'll never lie to Mu Yan again.
"Yan Yan, don't go with him..."
The car window slowly rose, completely blocking out the wind and view from outside.
There were still things Lu Chong hadn't finished saying.
The car's heater was on full blast. Shang Qiyue turned around, gently patted Mu Yan, and handed him the check.
Mu Yan looked at the familiar signature on the check and quietly thanked Shang Qiyue.
"I got your money back, why are you still unhappy?"
While Mu Yan was still in a daze, Shang Qiyue had already used his fingertips to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
Did he cry just now?
The wetness at the corner of his eyes and Shang Qiyue's words reminded Mu Yan that it wasn't an illusion, but he still couldn't explain why he was crying.
"sorry......."
Mu Yan was somewhat bewildered and subconsciously apologized.
Shang Qiyue probably wanted to make me happy, which is why he helped me get that 100,000 yuan.
But why are he crying? He's not sad at all.
He got his 100,000 yuan back, and he had nothing to do with Lu Chong anymore. He should be happy.
"What are you sorry for? You can cry," the man said softly, gently stroking his back. "It's okay, I won't be angry."
In reality, this is not a convincing promise, at least not in Lu Chong's case.
“At least I won’t get angry because of Lu Chong today,” Shang Qiyue was self-aware enough to add, “I promise you, go ahead and cry, and then forget about it.”
“I know it’s not your fault that he deceived you, it’s not that you’re stupid. You’re a good person, you’re very sincere. It’s all his fault. I do mind a little, but I know you’re very strong and brave. You know how to get through this, right?”
Mu Yan finally buried her head in his shoulder and let out a very soft sob.
"Go ahead and cry." Shang Qiyue gently patted his back. "I wasn't angry with you just now, and I won't be now. It's normal to want to cry, and it's normal to feel sad."
Mu Yan's tears seemed to understand his words, and they fell even more uncontrollably.
Shang Qiyue simply pulled the man into his arms and did nothing but wipe away his tears.
Tears that he didn't have time to wipe away streamed down his chin and into the crook of his neck, leaving Mu Yan's entire face wet.
She was crying like a little kitten, so pitiful. Shang Qiyue thought.
The car drove into the night, leaving the black Maybach behind it further and further away.
Hidden within him, Shang Qiyue felt a little uneasy. He had brought Mu Yan to Fu Jiayan's engagement party precisely for this purpose, and he had just thoroughly enjoyed berating Lu Chong. Yet, it didn't feel as satisfying as he had imagined.
It was probably because Mu Yan's crying was so awful, like a kitten that hadn't grown up yet. He was crying but not really crying out loud, just panting and gasping for breath, as if he might run out of breath at any moment. It was really annoying.
However, thinking back to the time when Mu Yan was extremely sleepy and was carried to bed, he felt that he should just bear with it for a bit.
Anyway, without Lu Chong, all such treatment will be mine from now on.
Gentleness, dependence, and coquetry will all be yours.
Mu Yan will like him just as she liked Lu Chong before.
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