Chapter 49 Mu Yan just cried
Shang Qiyue stared at Mu Yan for a long time, his brows furrowed, his gaze deep, as if he were brewing something.
"If I had known you would be this upset, I shouldn't have brought you here today."
Mu Yan paused for a moment, looked up at him with a flustered look in her eyes, and quickly shook her head: "No, it's not your fault, sir..."
How could it be Shang Qiyue's fault that I had met the wrong people and misjudged them in the past?
If I hadn't come to this engagement party today, I might never have known that Lu Chong had lied to me.
He has no access to these people at the top of the pyramid. Even if he sees a report about Lu Chong marrying a rich young lady, he will only glance at it casually and will not pay attention to the names in the report.
But which is better, being deceived for a lifetime or experiencing heartbreak after learning the truth?
Mu Yan didn't know.
Shang Qiyue didn't say anything more, but simply reached out, grasped Mu Yan's wrist, and pulled him up: "Let's go home."
Upon hearing Shang Qiyue's words, Mu Yan stood up as well, and for some reason, her nose felt a little sore again.
Is the single-story apartment that Shang Qiyue bought his home?
After Mu Juanhua was hospitalized, he rarely returned to his home in the countryside.
When talking about home, Mu Yan still thinks of the cramped, cheap one-bedroom apartment she rented for the longest time after graduation.
As long as he pays the rent, no one will kick him out.
When he stood up, he staggered because of low blood sugar and lack of strength, and Shang Qiyue helped him up in time.
"Thank you, sir..." Mu Yan seemed to remember something, "Would you like to tell your friend?"
“I’ve already sent the message,” Shang Qiyue said, grabbing his hand. “Let’s go.”
The banquet hall was still brightly lit and filled with the clinking of glasses. Mu Yan was led by Shang Qiyue through the crowd, and he could feel many eyes on him and Shang Qiyue.
He instinctively wanted to lower his head to avoid those gazes, but he was afraid that his timid and hesitant appearance would embarrass Shang Qiyue.
Mu Yan comforted himself, telling himself that he had only brought these people along on a whim, and that he probably wouldn't see them again in the future.
The elevator doors closed, and Shang Qiyue pressed the button for the second basement level. The air in the parking lot seemed several degrees colder than indoors, and Shang Qiyue, holding his hand, quickened their pace.
Shang Qiyue had been drinking today, and the driver was already waiting in the car.
The driver was dozing off in the car, probably not expecting Shang Qiyue to finish so early today.
Shang Qiyue woke him up without saying anything. He was a little embarrassed and hurriedly started the car and turned on the air conditioning: "I'm sorry, sir, I accidentally fell asleep just now."
“It’s so cold in the basement. Next time you sleep in the car, turn on the air conditioner and the window. Don’t catch a cold. I won’t be able to find anyone for a while. That way it will be warmer when we come in, since he’s afraid of the cold,” Shang Qiyue said.
Mu Yan wasn't wearing many clothes, and the tip of her nose was a little red from the cold, probably from crying.
"I'm not very cold..." Mu Yan said softly.
Shang Qiyue smiled at him, still instructing the driver to turn the air conditioning up a bit, and then reached out to pull Mu Yan into his arms.
In winter, the S-class alpha's body temperature was slightly higher than Mu Yan's. Mu Yan curled up in Shang Qiyue's arms and could vaguely hear his heartbeat, which gave him a faint feeling of warmth.
......
The elevator doors slammed shut in front of me.
The hotel building has six elevators, but it's past nine o'clock now, the peak time for guest check-in, and the nearest elevator is on the 12th floor, while the stairs are quite far away.
The parking lot was large, and there were many guests today, all of whom had driven there. It was almost impossible for Lu Chong to find Shang Qiyue's car on his own. Lu Chong lost his last chance to take Mu Yan away before he got into the car.
It always seems like he's a step too late. He wanted to wait until the company was profitable before telling Mu Yan that he was the largest shareholder, but he was too late. He wanted to rely on himself to help Mu Yan get through his hardships and live a good life, but he was too late. He wanted to apologize to Mu Yan, but he was too late.
Even realizing that she didn't want to marry an omega of equal social standing came too late.
Lu Chong's eyes darkened.
He's always been a step behind all these years, and Mu Yan, following him... hasn't actually had a good life.
He was stubborn and had a bad temper, and was always frustrated and unsuccessful because of the disparity in his life.
Mu Yan was always the one giving in to him, always the one coaxing him.
The white strawberries he bought... later went bad. Mu Yan didn't get to eat a single one.
bite--
The elevator stopped in front of him.
Lu Chong rushed into the elevator, quickly pressed the close button, and then pressed the second basement level.
Damn it, I'm a step too late.
Mu Yan just cried; his eyes are red and swollen. It was all because of Shang Qiyue that he cried. It must have been Shang Qiyue who forced him to cry.
Mu Yan just cried!
Mu Yan is so timid and soft-hearted, and he has no family background. What can he do when Shang Qiyue forces him?
When Lu Zhi and Jiang Yizhuo returned from the hospital and told him that the matter of Mu Yan's mother's unpaid bills had been resolved, he immediately suspected who had helped him.
He was still worried, so he asked Jiang Yizhuo to take the money to Mu Yan's brother. He was told that it was Mu Yan's kind boss who lent him the money, and only then did he feel relieved.
Looking back now, what kind of kind-hearted boss could there be? Shang Qiyue must have taken advantage of my vulnerability; that playboy has plenty of ways to seize things by trickery and force.
It's all my fault, it's all my fault for not protecting Mu Yan.
He shouldn't have argued with Mu Yan. He should have gone back to find Lu Zhi the moment Mu Yan told him about the incident at home.
Fu Jiayan's friend had long suspected that this man was no good.
You bastard.
"You bastard! What a madman!" Shang Qiyue's driver, who was usually so honest and timid, was actually forced to swear.
Just as the Cayenne drove out of the ramp of the hotel's underground parking lot, a black Maybach suddenly blocked its way.
The driver slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a stop just centimeters from the Maybach.
The driver turned back to Shang Qiyue awkwardly: "Mr. Shang, I didn't mean to..."
"It's alright," Shang Qiyue calmly reassured his subordinate. "We just ran into a madman. It's not your fault."
"Is Yan Yan alright?" he asked Mu Yan.
Mu Yan shook his head. When the car braked suddenly, Shang Qiyue held him tightly in his arms, and the jolt did not affect him.
The Maybach's license plate was clearly visible in the light cast by the headlights.
“C four eights,” Shang Qiyue narrowed his eyes, his tone calm. He paused, then smiled thoughtfully. “I remember this license plate. A friend of mine tried to bid for it but failed.”
"This should be Lu Chong's car."
Upon hearing that person's name, Mu Yan's body stiffened involuntarily for a second.
Shang Qiyue looked down and saw Mu Yan's fingertips gripping his hem tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white, his eyelashes trembling slightly, clearly trying his best to hide his inner emotions.
"What, you still react so strongly to hearing Lu Chong's name?" Shang Qiyue's tone turned cold.
"No, that's not it..."
He no longer likes Lu Chong; he will never like Lu Chong again.
He just called out that name too many times in the past three years. Even if it's a classmate you're not very familiar with, it's normal to subconsciously pay attention when you hear his name in other places after spending three years together.
Shang Qiyue's gaze was fixed on the Maybach in front of him. He suddenly turned his head and stared at Mu Yan beside him.
"He really is here to see you now. If he treats you better, would you still want to go back with him?"
Mu Yan suddenly raised his head, and tears welled up in his eyes in an instant.
In Shang Qiyue's heart, was he really that despicable?
If Lu Chong just gives him a little kindness and treats him like a dog with scraps, will he wag his tail and fawn over him?
Mu Yan has a pair of eyes that seem to speak volumes. When Mu Yan is filled with tears, Shang Qiyue can almost read all the confusion, grievances and resentment in them.
He was overthinking it. Mu Yan is a person who values dignity very much.
He was so obedient to her because their relationship had a clear price tag from the very beginning. No one knew better than herself how humiliated Mu Yan was when she first asked him if he could perform oral sex.
He was kind to Lu Chong because he felt that Lu Chong was his partner and his lover.
But now he knows how Lu Chong lied to him from the very beginning. He now knows that the equality he didn't get from Lu Chong was actually a joke to him.
How could he possibly forgive Lu Chong again?
He had wronged Mu Yan, Shang Qi thought to himself. He raised his hand and wiped away Mu Yan's tears with his fingertips, then reached out and pressed Mu Yan's neck, pulling him into his arms, wanting to whisper a few words of comfort.
Mu Yan is very easily softened; a few words of coaxing and he'll stop being angry.
"Sir," the driver said softly.
The door of the Maybach opened, and a man in a well-tailored white suit stepped out of the car. He stood expressionless beside the car, his gaze piercing through the night and the one-way glass, landing precisely on the person in the back seat.
Mu Yan had never seen Lu Chong like this before.
He had seen Lu Chong as gentle, calm, or irritable, but he had never seen Lu Chong like this before.
Mu Yan couldn't quite describe the feeling; it wasn't simply anger or sadness. She couldn't articulate it; it just felt very unfamiliar.
"Does the baby want to see him?" Shang Qiyue asked.
Mu Yan did not answer immediately, but just looked at the Maybach that was blocking the Cayenne, only a few centimeters away.
The road wasn't narrow, but the Maybach was parked across the middle, and the distance between it and the Cayenne was extremely close. Even Mu Yan, who only had a driver's license and hadn't driven much, could tell that if the Maybach didn't move, their car wouldn't even have a chance to run over the median strip to get around it.
"Why are you thinking about this?" Shang Qiyue couldn't help but chuckle, then lowered his head and kissed Mu Yan's forehead. "Do you just say you want to see him, or don't you?"
"We're not at someone else's engagement party now," Shang Qiyue reminded him.
Now that we're not at someone else's engagement party, we don't need to consider the bride's feelings anymore.
"However, if you don't want to see him, you don't have to."
Mu Yan paused, looked at the car in front of him, and then at Shang Qiyue.
“There’s no one in the car,” Shang Qiyue said calmly. “...He just got out of the driver’s seat. There’s no one else in the car. Old Wu is a professional. Our car is heavy, so we can just push against that car and smash it open.”
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