Chapter 62 Spend a Birthday with Me
It's very late.
Mu Yan didn't know what he was waiting for. Was he waiting for Shang Qiyue to come back?
He knew that there might be something wrong with what happened today; he had a rough idea that Shang Qiyue hadn't agreed.
He had originally planned to apologize to Shang Qiyue, but Shang Qiyue didn't give him a chance and slammed the door shut before leaving.
He actually disliked arguing, and even more so, he disliked going to sleep with resentment or anger in his heart. When she and her brother argued as children, Mu Juanhua always insisted that they make up before she could rest, and she couldn't let unhappiness carry over into the night.
Well, since Shang Qiyue doesn't want to end this, he can wait a few days until Shang Qiyue calms down a bit before trying to coax him. That should still be enough time.
Mu Yan checked the time; it was two o'clock. Shang Qiyue probably wouldn't be coming back.
He sat up in bed, put on a coat, and went to turn off the lights in the living room and entryway that he had left on for Shang Qiyue.
Just then, the phone in the bedroom rang. It was Luo Cheng, Shang Qiyue's assistant, calling to say that Shang Qiyue was drunk and asking Mu Yan to come downstairs and help him up.
Mu Yan was taken aback, not expecting Shang Qiyue to return. He and Assistant Luo helped him onto the elevator. Assistant Luo said he was going to make some hangover soup for the boss and asked Mu Yan to help him change his clothes.
Shang Qiyue wasn't too troublesome when he was drunk; otherwise, Mu Yan really didn't know what to do with someone who was already so difficult when sober, when he was drunk.
After delivering the person, Assistant Luo said goodbye to Mu Yan and left.
Shang Qiyue lay curled up on his side on the bed, looking uncomfortable, frowning and muttering something to himself.
Mu Yan sighed. He had never understood what was so good about alcohol. Did Shang Qiyue really feel happy drinking like this?
"Are you feeling unwell?" Mu Yan sat down beside his bed and asked softly. "Assistant Luo made you some hangover soup. Would you like some?"
Shang Qiyue didn't answer, but just mumbled an "Mmm".
Mu Yan went to get him the hangover soup and half-coaxed and half-tricked Shang Qiyue into drinking a few sips. Shang Qiyue frowned and complained that Luo Cheng's cooking was really awful.
"Should I cook another bowl?" Mu Yan asked.
"Never mind," Shang Qiyue frowned, his mind seemed to clear up a bit, and he gulped down the soup in his bowl. "Just make do with this."
Mu Yan helped him lie down, tucked him in, and placed his hand on his stomach through the blanket, gently massaging it.
Shang Qiyue's furrowed brows relaxed a little, indicating that he was feeling more comfortable.
"It's alright to spend a year like this," Mu Yan thought, looking at him. Anyway, he hadn't had high hopes that Shang Qiyue would agree to his request. No matter how difficult it was, thinking of his mother in the hospital bed, he felt that nothing was insurmountable.
The self-esteem of the poor is insignificant. Besides, there's no point in even thinking about something that's already hopeless.
He quietly continued to massage Shang Qiyue's stomach. Gradually, Shang Qiyue's breathing became even, and Mu Yan saw that he seemed to be falling asleep, so he slowed down his movements. After a while, he estimated that Shang Qiyue should be falling asleep soon, so he slowly withdrew his hand.
But Shang Qiyue suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed his hand, and pressed it back into his arms.
"What's wrong?" A drunk person is capable of anything, so Mu Yan wasn't surprised and simply asked gently.
Shang Qiyue looked at him with his eyes half-open, his vision somewhat blurry in the dim light.
Mu Yan's face is so beautiful, you can never get tired of looking at it.
He was wearing the most ordinary home clothes, and he had his hand pressed against his stomach.
Behind Mu Yan was the wooden wardrobe in his home, and only a dim night light was on in the bedroom, which made his eyebrows and eyes look incredibly gentle.
His head was actually a little sore, but Mu Yan's rubbing of his stomach felt very comfortable, so he didn't dare to ask Mu Yan to massage his head again.
Even though we just had a fight, he's still so good to me.
Shang Qiyue thought about how the men and women in the other booths at the bar were drinking so happily, but would they have a wife as good as Mu Yan to rub their stomachs when they got home?
"Are you still feeling unwell?" Mu Yan asked when she saw him just staring at her. "Drink less, please. It was my fault today. In the future... please don't drink so much. It's bad for your health."
Shang Qiyue looked at him, his gaze deep, and did not answer.
If he weren't human but some large, non-verbal dog, Mu Yan would think he would have already listened to what he was saying. Unfortunately, he can talk, so he probably hasn't listened at all.
It's a good thing he was drunk...
Their relationship remained unchanged; he shouldn't have interfered with any of Shang Qiyue's decisions in the first place.
Mu Yan realized he had been a bit too talkative.
"Why are you so concerned about me?" Shang Qiyue suddenly asked.
Mu Yan was stunned for a moment: "What?"
Why do you care about him so much? Why are you so considerate and kind to him?
Why was my first reaction to protect him in a life-or-death situation, and why was I so eager to leave him afterwards?
If Mu Yan doesn't want money, then what does he want?
Looking into those calm eyes, Shang Qiyue seemed to suddenly know the answer.
"I... I promise you."
Mu Yan met his eyes, clearly not reacting immediately.
"What did you say? Promise me... what?"
"I've agreed to what you said about ending things early," Shang Qiyue looked at him.
As the effects of the alcohol wore off, Shang Qiyue's mind became much clearer.
Can I really give Mu Yan what he wants?
Mu Yan is good, but in the end, he's not on their level. Not everyone is like Fu Jiayan, the father-in-law who married his secretary.
While family background is a secondary consideration, Mu Yan would struggle to handle various occasions requiring a partner. If reporters stopped him to ask more questions, he might just burst into tears.
No matter how you look at it, there's no way he could marry Mu Yan.
However, not marrying Mu Yan and simply keeping him as a caged bird is indeed quite degrading.
It might not mean much to others, but from beginning to end, Shang Qiyue knew very well how desperate Mu Yan was to come to him.
He feels awkward even when we buy him a few decent clothes. To be honest, he's simply not suited for this job.
At first, Shang Qiyue really just wanted to find a bed partner. He paid enough money, and whether Mu Yan was happy or aggrieved after getting out of bed was none of his business. But today, he found that he could no longer ignore Mu Yan's thoughts.
When Mu Yan is sad, he feels sad too. When Mu Yan sheds tears, he can't help but want to wipe them away.
He does care about Mu Yan, but not to the point of overcoming all obstacles to marry him openly and honorably.
If I can't give him a title or show him genuine affection, I might as well just give him his freedom.
Forcing someone to do something they don't want to do is actually quite pointless.
"Give me a kiss, and we'll end it early."
The room instantly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Mu Yan didn't actually believe what the drunkard said, so without even a hint of excitement, he obediently went over.
Shang Qiyue smelled strongly of alcohol, which Mu Yan disliked, but he didn't show it on his face at all.
Just as he was about to kiss Shang Qiyue's lips, Shang Qiyue reached out and sealed his lips with his finger: "I've been drinking, I smell of alcohol. Kiss me on the cheek."
Mu Yan didn't know the difference between the two. He leaned over and kissed the side of his face that was leaning against the outside of the bed. Shang Qiyue was stunned for a moment, but didn't let go of his hand: "Don't go back to the room, sleep here."
Mu Yan responded. He had originally planned to sleep here as well, since Shang Qiyue was drunk and needed someone to take care of him.
The next morning.
The curtains weren't fully drawn, and the pale golden morning light slanted into the bedroom.
Mu Yan's biological clock, which was already used to waking up early, made him open his eyes quickly. His mind was still a little groggy, and he realized a second later that he was being hugged tightly from behind.
The familiar warmth of her body pressed against my back, her gentle breath brushing against my neck, tickling me so intensely that I couldn't ignore it. For some reason, I didn't even notice it while I was asleep.
It is Shang Qiyue.
Mu Yan sighed, thinking about the drunken ramblings he'd made yesterday, and figured he probably wouldn't admit it.
Just pretend you didn't hear it, so as not to upset him again.
Today was a workday, and Mu Yan was in a hurry to get to work. When she tried to slip away, she found that Shang Qiyue's arm was as tight as a shackle.
He tried to move, but Shang Qiyue held him even tighter.
"I have to go to work," Mu Yan said softly, unsure if Shang Qiyue was awake.
“I promised you yesterday,” Shang Qiyue replied, seemingly changing the subject, still holding Mu Yan tightly in his arms, “that we ended things early. I didn’t want to deny it.”
"I think I've figured it out. You said you wanted to end it early, it probably wasn't because you dislike me, right?"
Mu Yan didn't keep Shang Qiyue waiting for long and quickly nodded.
"If you hate me, you didn't need to slam on the brakes to save me. If you had turned left then, you definitely wouldn't have died. But you were willing to take that risk to save me, so you probably don't really hate me that much, right? Mu Yan, you just don't like this kind of money-for-money relationship, right?"
"Honestly, I really like you, and it makes me sad when I see you cry. I hope you believe that nothing I've done was intended to make you sad. If this relationship makes you sad, then let's end it now."
"But give me some time to adjust. My birthday is April 28th, which is next month. Spend my birthday with me, and then we can part ways amicably."
When Shang Qiyue agreed to end things while drunk yesterday, Mu Yan wasn't happy because Shang Qiyue was drunk and might just be talking nonsense.
But when he formally announced the end of the matter today, Mu Yan didn't seem to be really happy.
Is it because... you've been disappointed several times already?
"Then what will happen to your illness in the future?"
Shang Qiyue had already let go of him, picked up the clothes Mu Yan had prepared the night before, and began to change in front of him. Hearing this, he turned around and glanced at Mu Yan, giving a self-deprecating smile.
"We've been trying to cure this for over a decade without success. The research institute has been working on a new treatment for over a month, but they haven't really figured it out. We shouldn't have pinned our hopes on you in the first place. The fact that you feel a little better during your susceptible period is probably just psychological. But if I need you in the future, I'm not shy about asking. I want to cure this illness more than anyone else." Shang Qiyue said calmly.
“I’ll have someone continue to take care of your mother’s illness, consider it a breakup fee.” Shang Qiyue thought for a moment and added, “But everything should remain the same until my birthday next month.”
After Shang Qiyue finished speaking, he glanced at Mu Yan. Mu Yan seemed a little stunned. He was neither very happy nor relieved, and of course, he was not reluctant to part with her.
That's it... it'll be over soon.
Everything was surprisingly easy and simple.
Mu Yan never expected that the other party would agree so quickly, without any hesitation, and even arrange everything perfectly.
Perhaps because everything went too smoothly, Mu Yan felt a little lightheaded. He sat on the edge of the bed in a daze for a while until the alarm clock, which he was afraid would make him oversleep, went to turn it off.
Shang Qiyue was already dressed and standing at the door. He turned around and looked at him, and suddenly felt a surge of irritation.
Why wasn't he happy even though I agreed to everything he asked?
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