Chapter 48 The Young Master of the Lu Family in City A
"When you came to find me, I was thinking..."
Shang Qiyue reached out and touched his face. Mu Yan hadn't cried at all, and his face was dry and warm.
"How come the young master of the Lu family in City A won't even give you 150,000 yuan?"
Mu Yan felt as if someone had squeezed his heart hard, like someone had treated him like a rotten piece of fruit; the pain was excruciating.
Shang Qiyue wasn't entirely right either. No matter how rich Lu Chong's family was, they had no obligation to give him money.
But he clearly has everything: money, family, and a beautiful and gentle omega partner who is his equal.
Why would he spend three years swindling me out of a sentiment that was worthless to him, and then use 150,000 yuan, which was insignificant to him, to prove that I was so insignificant to him?
Does he think... this is fun?
But the dinner prepared in advance, the deliberately leftover hot water, and the concern that might be perceived as nagging—these things were insignificant to Lu Chong, and that was all he could give.
If Lu Chong didn't need it at all, why didn't he tell me?
He thought... he thought Lu Chong also liked him and cared about him, even if he didn't like him that much or care about him that much.
Only then will he treat Lu Chong with all his heart and soul, and only then will he seriously plan his future with Lu Chong.
Shang Qiyue lifted his face, revealing it covered in wet patches.
His eyes and nose were red and his eyes were bloodshot. Tears kept falling.
"No... I just want to get 100,000 yuan back from him. It's money I saved up... I just want it back..."
Perhaps because it was someone else's engagement party, Mu Yan cried with extreme restraint. Apart from slightly faster breathing than usual, he made almost no other sound.
Shang Qiyue listened to him for a long time, but Mu Yan kept crying, and he didn't quite understand.
For Shang Qiyue, he shouldn't have been particularly curious about this kind of thing. Lu Chong treating Mu Yan badly was good enough for him. The fact that Mu Yan was crying not because of Lu Chong, but because of the 100,000 yuan was even better for him.
It was a strange feeling. It wasn't the first time he'd seen Mu Yan cry. But this time it felt particularly odd. Watching Mu Yan cry until he looked like a little kitten, he felt a pang of sadness in his heart, as if his whole heart was being squeezed together.
Mu Yan doesn't look good when she cries like that.
The artist's ideal of a beautiful woman shedding tears should be like Daiyu burying flowers: reddened corners of the eyes, swollen eyes, and a single tear slowly falling from the corner of the eye.
Mu Yan, on the contrary, cried miserably. After Shang Qiyue reached out and hugged him, he pressed his entire face against Shang Qiyue's chest, his shoulders shaking violently, and his tears soon soaked Shang Qiyue's front.
Even though the other person was made to cry by her own words, she still nestled in the arms of the person who started it all and cried as if seeking comfort.
So well-behaved, so pitiful.
Shang Qiyue was enveloped in this inexplicable sense of joy. He hugged Mu Yan and patted his shoulder like he was comforting a child.
"Baby, sweet baby, it's okay to cry if you want to."
They snuggled together, just like any other couple.
Lu Chong seemed to have only glanced in this direction unintentionally.
His gaze was cold and detached, as if he cared nothing for anything. He seemed no different from the young master Shang Qiyue used to know.
"You really can sit still," Shang Qiyue exclaimed.
“I’ll get revenge for you, okay? I’ll call him to the guest lounge on the second floor and make him pay you back that 100,000 yuan with interest. There’s champagne here, you can throw it at him. I’ll take responsibility for whatever happens.”
Mu Yan nestled in his arms, her shoulders trembling slightly.
It was as if a thick wall separated him from the world; he couldn't get out, and other people's voices could only vaguely reach him.
My head was spinning, and I felt a little dizzy from crying.
Shang Qiyue was particularly patient with him at this time, gently patting Mu Yan's shoulder as he continued to coax him.
Mu Yan gradually stopped crying. Shang Qi looked over his shoulder and met Lu Chong's gaze triumphantly from not far away.
The man's anger almost ripped away his cool and elegant demeanor; the veins on his hand, gripping the wine glass, bulged, and he nearly crushed it.
Having met Lu Chong a few times on various occasions, Shang Qiyue had a vague impression of him. He probably thought Lu Chong was someone who cared a lot about his reputation and was very possessive.
And then? Shang Qiyue thought leisurely.
Will it leave behind a pool of red wine that looks like blood?
He gently stroked Mu Yan's head in his arms. Mu Yan lifted his head from his embrace, his eyes swollen from crying.
"Is the baby feeling any better?" Shang Qiyue asked softly.
"I'm sorry, sir, have I spoiled your mood today? Perhaps... you shouldn't have brought me along."
Mu Yan felt guilty and remorseful towards Shang Qiyue, but he never imagined that this might have been his original intention.
"How could that be?" Shang Qiyue smiled and patted his head, gently comforting him, "As long as you look forward and get through it, that's all that matters. It's normal to encounter a few bad people when you're young. Even Edison experimented thousands of times before he found the right filament."
"When I was crying just now, the gentleman said something to me... I didn't quite catch it. You..."
Forcing yourself to cry like Mu Yan does is already bad for your voice, and he's been crying for so long and so hard that his voice is now a little hoarse.
"Have some water first." Shang Qiyue wasn't in a hurry and called the waiter to pour him a glass of hot water.
Mu Yan took the hot water and drank a few sips, and his throat seemed to feel a little better.
“What I just said,” Shang Qiyue looked at him before slowly speaking, “is that how I help you get revenge?”
Mu Yan was somewhat stunned, seemingly not understanding what Shang Qiyue meant.
"Didn't you want that 100,000 yuan back? He treated you so badly, don't you want to beat him up, or at least throw a glass of champagne on him?"
Upon hearing his words, Mu Yan lowered his head and pondered for a long time.
Want to vent your anger?
He really did think so.
He wasn't made of clay; he had a temper too. He wanted to vent his dissatisfaction on Lu Chong without restraint, just like Lu Chong had done to him countless times in the past.
After crying for a long time, his face was pale. He stood frozen in place, his fingers clenching the hem of his clothes, his lips trembling slightly. After about a minute, he shook his head at Shang Qiyue.
"Thank you, sir, but I..."
"Don't worry about causing me trouble," Shang Qiyue interrupted him, thinking he was afraid of causing trouble again. "It's not trouble. Mingkang is in the real economy, while their family is in finance. My family and their family don't have any business dealings. Besides, Lu Chong might not be comfortable telling his family about things between the younger generation, so it won't have any impact."
But Mu Yan still shook his head.
"Thank you, sir, but... no need."
Shang Qiyue's face instantly turned cold.
Mu Yan saw his expression change and froze instantly.
He knew Shang Qiyue was angry.
He was actually... quite afraid of Shang Qiyue getting angry.
"What? Still clinging to old feelings, can't let go?" Shang Qiyue sneered.
Mu Yan wanted to explain, but Shang Qiyue's face was cold, and he didn't give him a chance to explain at all.
"You're still hung up on past feelings, but he might not be. See? He's already going on blind dates with omegas. He doesn't even remember who you are anymore."
The man's expression was cold and stern, and his eyes revealed undisguised anger.
"...It's not that I'm reluctant to part with it, I just feel that now...now is not the right time."
"You slept with someone for three years for free, and you didn't even dare to ask for your 100,000 yuan back. With your pushover personality, no wonder he doesn't take you seriously."
Mu Yan had originally intended to explain, but upon hearing this, he suddenly raised his head, his pupils constricted slightly, and his face turned completely pale.
It felt like there was a wad of cotton stuck in my throat, and my heart clenched painfully; it was extremely uncomfortable.
After saying those words, Shang Qiyue looked at Mu Yan's pale face and felt a little regretful.
When he mentioned Lu Chong to Mu Yan before, he always referred to him as his ex-boyfriend.
In Mu Yan's mind, his relationship with Lu Chong was not like the relationship he described to himself, which was a transaction, a sugar daddy and a canary.
But what difference could there be? Would Lu Chong really treat him the same way he would treat his future wife? Wasn't he just telling the truth?
"I didn't..." Mu Yan lowered his eyelashes, his voice low. He took a deep breath, as if finally mustering his courage, "I just felt that today, today is someone else's engagement party..."
"It only happens once in a lifetime, it's a very important day... He's the bride's brother, the bride certainly doesn't want this to happen, even if it's not in the hall..."
Shang Qiyue stared at Mu Yan for a few seconds, and when he finally realized what Mu Yan was worried about, he almost laughed out of anger.
Mu Yan meant that if it were him, he certainly wouldn't want anything less than perfect to happen at his engagement party.
Would Lu Zhi and Fu Jiayan care about this?
They only care whether all the dignitaries they invited are present, and whether the media's composition and front page highlight the other party while minimizing their own presence.
The number of mistresses those two have kept over the years could fill a football match.
He really wanted to open Mu Yan's head to see what he was thinking. Did he think those two were some kind of protagonist in a novel who finally got together after a long and difficult relationship?
This reason is so stupid. If someone else had said it, Shang Qiyue would have thought they were playing him for a fool. How could they use such a lame excuse to fob him off?
But the person on the other end was Mu Yan, and Shang Qiyue just wanted to uninstall the romance novel app from Mu Yan's phone as soon as possible.
Shang Qiyue looked at his profile, his eyes darkening for a moment. Then, he suddenly chuckled, reached out and ruffled Mu Yan's hair with an unexpectedly gentle touch.
"So stupid."
Shang Qiyue said this in an intimate yet casual tone.
It's not just about not being able to let go of Lu Chong; being a little foolish is fine too.
Mu Yan trembled at Shang Qiyue's sudden affectionate gesture, feeling a little sad because of what Shang Qiyue had just said.
However, he had no right to throw a tantrum in front of Shang Qiyue, so he didn't say anything and just obediently rubbed against Shang Qiyue's hand.
[Author's Note]
Business Dog: That's great, my wife has let go of her ex!
Xiaoyan: How much longer is the one-year period? (Tired)
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