Chapter 54 He was shy and didn't bring any.
“There’s definitely a way to cure it,” Mu Yan said, secretly relieved to see that he wasn’t angry. “With technology so advanced these days… it will get better.”
“It will get better,” Shang Qiyue buried her head in his chest. “I’ve really gotten a lot better since I met you. My previous periods of high susceptibility to illness were often much more painful than this. My fever would spike to 40 degrees Celsius, and I couldn’t sleep well at night. I felt like I was going to die.”
Mu Yan reached out and hugged his head, then gently rubbed his temples.
"I don't have a headache now..." Shang Qiyue couldn't help but laugh when he saw him coaxing him like this. "The research institute has given me a new treatment, and I might be cured in a year or two... Look at you, you've kept me up all night."
It's obviously unreasonable to pin this on Mu Yan, but Mu Yan doesn't care.
"Would you like something to eat?" Mu Yan could tell he was joking, but she still thought about it seriously. "How about I cook you some noodles? There are spare ribs in the fridge."
Before Mu Yan moved in, Shang Qiyue's house had been empty. At most, there were some wine and drinks in the refrigerator. He had never had a refrigerator with meat and vegetables at all times, where he could cook a hot meal whenever he wanted.
He only said a polite word before readily agreeing. Mu Yan worked quickly and soon prepared noodles for two people.
The steaming noodle soup softened the features of the person opposite them, making them appear even more gentle. Mu Yan hadn't eaten much at the banquet; both of them ate with their heads down, saying nothing.
“A year is too short, let’s extend the contract a bit more,” Shang Qiyue suddenly put down his chopsticks halfway through the meal, looked up at him and said, “I’ll increase it to 500,000 per month.”
Mu Yan didn't know what he was thinking, but felt that his sudden words were a bit abrupt. He looked up at Shang Qiyue blankly.
He said softly, “There’s never not enough money, sir.”
Mu Yan actually cares a lot about money. All the difficulties he encountered in the first twenty years of his life were actually because he didn't have money.
But even his body and his dignity combined weren't worth that much money. He really didn't dare to owe Shang Qiyue too much, fearing he wouldn't be able to repay it.
"You like me now, maybe it's just because it's new. There's still a long time before it ends. If you're still not tired of me after a year, then it's not too late to talk about this."
Shang Qiyue looked at him but did not respond quickly.
Seeing that Shang Qiyue did not answer quickly, Mu Yan boldly took it upon himself to guess what he was thinking.
Mr. Shang just told him about his pheromone disorder, saying that he felt much better when she was around.
I should be able to help Shang Qiyue with his illness in some way, more or less.
“Even if you get tired of me in the future and don’t want me by your side anymore,” Mu Yan said seriously after thinking it over, “I will definitely still help you if you need me to help with things like extracting blood for your treatment.”
Shang Qiyue's Adam's apple bobbed. He stared at him for a long while before slowly lowering his head to continue eating the bowl of noodles that was no longer steaming.
"Are you full? There are still some braised pork ribs left in the pot."
Shang Qiyue shook his head, indicating that he didn't want to eat anymore, as one shouldn't eat too much in the middle of the night.
Mu Yan tidied up the dishes, and the two returned to the master bedroom. It was almost two o'clock when they went to bed.
The next day at noon, Shang Qiyue was awakened by a series of message notifications.
He turned over, instinctively pulling the person next to him closer, and hugged Mu Yan, who was still nestled in his arms, tighter. He whispered, "Don't cook, I'll order takeout. You can take a nap a little longer."
Mu Yan gave a soft "hmm," and like a coaxed kitten, quietly closed her eyes again.
He had actually been woken up by the phone ringing long ago, but he didn't dare touch Shang Qiyue's phone, so he simply pretended not to hear it.
Shang Qiyue answered the phone. A polite and reserved voice came from the other end of the line. Because the room was relatively quiet, Mu Yan could hear it clearly.
"Mr. Shang... Good afternoon. This is Wen Ling. I'm calling to apologize to you about yesterday... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have inquired about Mr. Meng's affairs, and I... I shouldn't have offended Mr. Mu. I know I was wrong. If you would do me the honor, I'll come to Mr. Mu's home another day to apologize. Please don't be angry..."
His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid that Shang Qiyue would get impatient, and his tone was trembling with nervousness.
Shang Qiyue glanced at the time; it was indeed noon. After finishing his late-night snack, he chatted idly with Mu Yan for a while, and before he knew it, it was late.
When this omega was with Meng Simiao, he was actually quite spoiled. Meng Simiao was really good to her lover, and Shang Qiyue had never seen him so humble before.
"Did your family force you to come?" Shang Qiyue asked casually.
“Yes…” the omega admitted subconsciously, “No… I should have apologized to you anyway.”
Hearing this submissive tone, so different from how he spoke to Mu Yan yesterday, Shang Qiyue was furious. He wasn't some kind of devil, was he that scary? Although he didn't have a good attitude towards these kinds of people, he hadn't really made things difficult for them.
Shang Qiyue propped his head up with one hand, his tone devoid of much emotion: "It's good that you know you were wrong."
He moved the receiver away slightly, his gaze sweeping over Mu Yan beside him.
Mu Yan wasn't the type to make things difficult for people. He had already asked Wen Ling to apologize when he arrived, and had someone bring gifts to apologize in person. Mu Yan probably felt embarrassed about that.
"Know your place. The Meng family is not a high branch you can climb. Don't dream about things you shouldn't. Let's leave Yan Yan's matter here. He's magnanimous, and I don't intend to make enemies with your family, but don't do anything to displease me again."
Wen Ling on the other end repeatedly said "Okay," and kept saying "I understand" and "It won't happen again," as if she had received a pardon and breathed a sigh of relief.
Shang Qiyue hummed in agreement and then hung up the phone.
Unable to fall asleep again, Shang Qiyue looked at Mu Yan in his arms. He seemed a little sleepy. Shang Qiyue ordered lunch from the hotel, gently patted him, and gestured for him to take a nap.
Mu Yan gave a soft "hmm".
What Wen Ling said did sound a little hurtful, but it was far from enough to warrant the other party's parents forcing him to apologize.
Mu Yan was used to avoiding conflicts with people, so he was even more at a loss than Wen Ling, who was forced to apologize, when faced with this situation.
Mu Yan comforted himself, telling himself it wasn't because of him. That world was too far removed from him; even the Wen family were figures he only heard about in the news. It was just that the Shang family had deep roots in City A, and they wouldn't dare offend Shang Qiyue.
Besides, Shang Qiyue didn't ask me whether I wanted him to come and apologize; it should just be their own business.
Shang Qiyue didn't have the habit of taking a nap. Since Zuo You was already awake, he simply didn't go back to sleep. His phone was full of unread messages; his group was organizing another party. Meng Simiao sent a location, saying they were having two tables of cards that night, and the drinks were ready, urging him to show up.
When Shang Qiyue saw that Fu Jiayan was also there, he casually typed a few words, asking him why he had to go when he had just gotten engaged yesterday.
“I won’t drink the second half, and I’ll walk with you,” Fu Jiayan replied.
Upon seeing Shang Qiyue emerge, his friends, busy with gossip, immediately began bombarding him with questions.
It was just a group of a few people, but the messages exploded.
"Shang Qiyue, why don't you bring your beta kid here so everyone can meet him?"
"What kind of celestial being could make even an iron tree bloom?"
"She's my precious darling," Ren Chengzhou teased, "She won't even let me say a few words."
Shang Qiyue did not reply immediately. Mu Yan had already woken up and was carefully trying to move her head off his arm.
"Awake?" he asked.
Mu Yan nodded: "I just woke up... I was afraid that if I pressed down on you for too long, you would go numb."
What are your plans for today?
"Is there anything you'd like to do, sir?" Mu Yan asked in return.
He had originally planned to exchange the check today and then take his mother and brother to eat braised duck. Although he had already texted the owner yesterday to order a duck in advance, if Shang Qiyue wanted him to do something with her, he would definitely prioritize Shang Qiyue.
"They invited me to go drinking," Shang Qiyue said.
That was probably just a casual question. Mu Yan felt relieved, smiled and said, "I want to go and exchange that check today, and then take my mother to eat braised duck soup."
Although Mu Yan was always reluctant to part with this or that, he surprisingly seemed to be particularly willing to put effort into food. The more Shang Qiyue got to know him, the more he felt that Mu Yan was not as boring as he claimed.
When he's exhausted from running around, he still thinks about going to a cheap and delicious restaurant. He's also smart and ambitious. If he had a family background similar to his, they could definitely live a very fulfilling life together.
In fact, he doesn't even need to be from a family that is comparable to his own. As long as he comes from an ordinary family that can make ends meet and has some spare money, he will grow up to be a very interesting person who knows how to live.
"Which one is it? Is it good? If it is, take me there next time."
"The one on Minnan Road," Mu Yan answered subconsciously. "You probably don't know, it's quite out of the way, and the environment isn't particularly nice."
"If you like it, you can try it." Shang Qiyue nodded, then casually opened the transfer interface and transferred some money to him. "Don't skimp on the food if you're eating with your aunt, order a couple more dishes."
Mu Yan looked at the money he transferred over a thousand yuan, enough to order five braised duck soups.
Only then did Mu Yan realize that it seemed to be a number used by young couples to express their love. He did not return it, but smiled and thanked Shang Qiyue.
"I offered you an extra 200,000 a month and you refused, but you're all smiles over a thousand dollars?"
Mu Yan was already up and getting dressed. He sat on the edge of the bed and turned back to give Shang Qiyue a very obedient smile.
This smile made Mu Yan look much brighter. Although his original appearance wasn't exactly gloomy, his smile seemed a little different from his usual self.
Shang Qiyue was stunned for a moment, his mind went blank, and it took him a while to remember what he was originally going to do.
After a while, he realized that he hadn't replied to Meng Simiao and the others' messages.
He put on his clothes, picked up his phone, and quickly typed a few words before sending them.
"He's shy, so he didn't bring it."
Several friends teased him, saying he was such a treasure, keeping a mistress hidden away, especially Ren Chengzhou who teased him the most.
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