Chapter 75 How Long Have You Been Following Me?
"Please don't leave me, baby. Please don't go..."
Mu Yan was taken aback upon hearing this. He finally realized that Shang Qiyue was serious and had even been planning this from the very beginning. He began to feel a little scared and started to struggle desperately.
"You're crazy! Ugh..."
Shang Qiyue started kissing him again, and Mu Yan suddenly bit his lip, the blood spreading between their lips, but Shang Qiyue still refused to let go.
For a fleeting moment, Mu Yan felt a pang of regret. He hated blood, especially the smell of aged rust.
Shang Qiyue's kiss was neither fierce nor hurried; it could even be described as very gentle. However, the kiss was too long, and Mu Yan couldn't breathe no matter what.
But just a second before he was about to suffocate, Shang Qiyue released him.
Mu Yan's original lip color was very light, but after being smeared with blood, her lip tips appeared even more crimson, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow.
Shang Qiyue ignored his bitten lip, gently wiped the blood off Mu Yan's lip with his fingertip, and then reached out to hug him.
Mu Yan did not respond, so Shang Qiyue paused a moment before touching him. He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Mu Yan's shoulder.
"What do I need to do for you to look at me, baby?"
"Do whatever you want," Mu Yan's breathing had calmed down, his voice carrying a hint of exhaustion from the intense struggle. "You went to all this trouble to tie me up, you can't just want me to slap you, can you?"
Shang Qiyue was taken aback by what he said, and his eyes dimmed even more.
Is that what Mu Yan thinks of him? A lust-driven alpha who only ever seeks him out for that purpose.
Then Shang Qiyue thought of his first time with Mu Yan at the hotel, and the first question he asked Mu Yan after Mu Yan asked him for help at the hospital was whether he could perform oral sex. Thinking about it, he felt that Mu Yan's thinking was not unjustified.
It was all his own fault.
"I..." Shang Qiyue stammered, "I don't want to do it...at least I don't want to force you to. Just now, just now I was just... insanely jealous..."
"I just want you... I want you to like me, not like you used to treat me, just... just a little bit of liking is enough."
A little bit of affection is enough. Shang Qiyue is easily satisfied and easily fooled now. He only needs a tenth of the kindness Mu Yan showed him before, or even just a few smiles from Mu Yan like before.
He could even just have Mu Yan by his side.
“What if I say no?” Mu Yan glanced at him, “you’re just going to keep me locked up like this, are you?”
Shang Qiyue silently avoided his gaze. After a long while, as if he had made up his mind, he spoke softly, "I know you care a lot about your work... and your family. I'll drive you to work and pick you up every day. I'll go with you if you want to see your brother and mother..."
Mu Yan glanced at him quietly.
"You haven't changed at all."
There's nothing that Shang Qiyue can't get if he wants it.
If things don't go as planned, and money and power can't solve them, then spend more time and energy, and if necessary, resort to some underhanded methods.
He was like that, and so was his father.
When Shang Qiyue saw that look in his eyes, he panicked instantly: "I don't mean it... I just want you to stay by my side. I made you suffer before, and I want to make it up to you. I just want a chance to make it up to you..."
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— Half an hour later.
The room was a mess. The decorative porcelain, the incense burner on the bedside table, the cushions, the lamp, the cigar box—Mu Yan smashed and destroyed everything he could see, as if he wanted to pour out all the humiliation of being trapped on these inanimate objects.
This was the first time Shang Qiyue had seen Mu Yan angry.
Mu Yan was always gentle and calm. No matter how much humiliation and injustice was inflicted upon him, he would silently endure it and shoulder the pressure that belonged to him and that did not belong to him.
This is good, this is good too, this is far better than Mu Yan staring at him calmly with that disappointed and disgusted look.
Even in his anger, Mu Yan didn't throw anything at Shang Qiyue. Amidst the chaos, the closest thing to him was a cigar box. Mu Yan smashed it half a meter away from him, and the cigars inside rolled out and gurgled to his feet.
Once Mu Yan had nothing left to smash, Shang Qiyue quietly walked over, bent down, and lifted him to the center of the bed, supporting his knees.
Mu Yan was so angry that he was trembling all over. Shang Qiyue gently patted his back to comfort him for a while, then went outside to get a broom and came back to sweep up the broken pieces on the ground one by one.
Sweeping the carpet wasn't easy, so he called over the housekeeper's nanny. The two of them rolled up the carpet and then laid out a spare one.
The aunt was about the same age as Mu Juanhua. Mu Yan felt no remorse when he smashed things, but when he saw her hunched back, he felt a little sorry for her.
And beside the aunt, Shang Qiyue's knees, which had been kneeling on the ground for a long time.
Seeing that he was about to get out of bed, the aunt quickly told him that he didn't need to, that she could manage on her own. Shang Qiyue, however, was half-kneeling and looked up at him: "Your slippers were taken outside when you changed the carpet, there might still be broken glass on the floor, so listen to me, don't get down."
"I ordered Japanese food for you. Didn't you want to eat Japanese food? I'll have the hotel deliver it. It'll be here in ten minutes. The place you originally wanted to go to is open until 10:30, but it's too late now, and they don't do delivery anymore. I asked for their menu so the hotel staff can make it accordingly. It won't be any worse than theirs."
Mu Yan silently turned over and buried most of his face in the pillow.
Shang Qiyue knew that he responded better to gentle persuasion than force.
He is easily influenced and cannot stand seeing someone who was originally proud act so humbly.
Shang Qiyue knew that what he was doing was despicable. He had calculated that Mu Yan would do this, so he used harsh methods to imprison her at home and then acted like a submissive wife to make Mu Yan soften her heart towards him.
But if he didn't do this, what other way could he keep Mu Yan by his side?
It's all his fault for having a father who doesn't respect anyone, and it's all his fault for initially intending to mock and belittle Mu Yan.
There are so many men out there. Some are his unforgettable first love, some are younger than him and met him three years earlier, and some are young girls in their early twenties who are beautiful and know how to be charming.
Regardless of whether he likes Shen Jiayu or not, given the environment of the remote and backward village where Mu Yan grew up, it's possible that his real idea has always been to marry a beta girl.
The women he had liked were young, charming, and compatible with him in every way. What did Shang Qiyue have to compete with them for?
He had no other choice...
The phone rang, and Shang Qiyue glanced down at it. It was the Japanese food that had been delivered.
He gently patted Mu Yan's shoulder through the blanket: "Yan Yan, want to get up and have a midnight snack?"
Mu Yan ignored him and simply pulled the blanket up a little more.
"Have some, okay? I saw you only ate a few meatballs and a piece of dried tofu after you finished working overtime."
Seeing that he remained silent, Shang Qiyue went out and brought in the midnight snack.
When he entered the room, Mu Yan had already sat up in bed. Shang Qiyue thought he was hungry, so he laid out the food he had ordered on the bedside table and handed the chopsticks to Mu Yan.
The aroma of tonkotsu ramen filled the air, but Mu Yan had no appetite and didn't take the chopsticks from Shang Qiyue's hand. She simply raised her head and glanced at him.
"Shang Qiyue, how long have you been following me?"
"They even know what I buy at the convenience store. Did they start following me from the bar days, or even earlier?"
His voice was soft, but his words were like a silver needle piercing Shang Qiyue's almost perfect but fragile facade.
Shang Qiyue remained silent for a long time. As if realizing that he would completely lose Mu Yan's trust if he didn't tell the whole truth, Shang Qiyue lowered his head and spoke softly, as if he had used up all the courage he had in his life:
"It started when you... went to your boss's birthday party."
Mu Yan was stunned.
Over the past week, he had noticed something unusual. He always felt that there were eyes watching him subtly in the crowded subway, and he would always encounter stray cats running away in a panic when he went out to take out the trash.
He thought it was just his imagination, and even searched for this phenomenon on Baidu. The internet said that this is also a manifestation of post-traumatic stress disorder. After experiencing major trauma, people often feel that many people want to harm them.
He almost went to see a psychologist, but after reading online that ordinary symptoms could be observed and measures should only be taken if they became severe, he gave up the idea.
It wasn't an illness after all.
He felt a chill and buried his head back under the covers.
It was as if he had just met Shang Qiyue for the first time, and he felt that this person was extremely terrifying for the first time.
The next second, he heard the mattress next to him sink slightly. Shang Qiyue sat on the edge of the bed, hesitated, and reached out to gently hug him through the blanket.
“Baby........Don’t be afraid of me...Even if I hurt myself, I would never hurt you.”
"I know I might really be sick."
His voice trembled slightly, like a child finally admitting his problem: "Ever since you were discharged from the hospital that day, you've been all I can think about. I think about you every day, what you're doing, who you're talking to, whether you're cold, whether you're tired."
“I’m afraid every day, afraid that you’ll be bullied by someone, or… that someone will take you away. I have nightmares all the time, almost every two days. It’s not that you’re with someone else, or that other alpha is treating you badly, but it’s the scene when I woke up in the marking pod that day and touched your back covered in blood…”
He hugged her tighter and whispered, "I haven't been sleeping well at night. I just want to hold you. I didn't mean to smoke so many cigars. I was really uncomfortable. In all these days, only these few minutes of holding you have made me feel like I'm hanging in mid-air and about to fall at any moment."
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