Yan Chong clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, his tone a mix of annoyance and confusion. “Now that we’re married, if I don’t bring you to my house, should I bring you to yours?” He paused, genuinely contemplating the question. “That’s not impossible either. How about we pack up right now and go back to the Su family home together?” As he asked, a smile crossed his dark, expressive eyes. “I wonder if your dad would beat me out the door.”
The Su family had built their fortune by opening a martial arts hall. Old Man Su’s master level kung fu was unmatched in Rong Port.
The local media had previously reported with exaggeration that although Old Man Su was up in years, beating up a strong young man like Wei Chengran with one punch per hit was no trouble at all, though no one knew if that was just a hyped-up PR article after the Su family business declined.
Su Xingyan’s heart raced. He looked at Yan Chong in utter disbelief, his memory stopped at the dressing room where Yan Chong pressed him down, forcefully kissed him, and stripped his clothes. As for what happened after, no matter how hard he tried to remember, he had zero recollection. The last image in his mind was him closing his eyes helplessly while Yan Chong’s lips landed on his eyelid…
Su Xingyan closed his eyes in near breakdown, clutching the silk blanket over his chest. His voice trembled uncontrollably as he asked, “Yan Chong… what did you do while I was asleep?”
“Everything I should have done, and everything I shouldn’t have. Which specific part are you asking about?”
Yan Chong smirked playfully, narrowing his long eyes as his gaze swept across Su Xingyan’s pale face, deliberately spelling out every word. “Su Xingyan, CEO Su, did you forget? I brought you back to get married. If you were awake, we’d stand and get married properly. Since you passed out…”
“Then I just held you while we got married.”
Yan Chong deliberately leaned closer, his faint warm breath brushing against Su Xingyan’s ear.
Su Xingyan clutched the blanket tightly, his body trembling uncontrollably. He didn’t dare imagine what had happened afterward. He knew this lunatic Yan Chong was capable of anything.
“…As for after the wedding, naturally, it was time for the wedding night. You know more about this than I do. Su Xingyan, you should understand.”
Yan Chong let out a low laugh right against his ear.
Su Xingyan snapped his eyes open, his eyes suddenly burning. Staring at Yan Chong’s arrogant and unbridled face, and hearing him about to utter even more outrageous words, he gritted his teeth in hatred and raised his hand.
“Yan Chong, you bastard! How dare you? How dare you! You are an absolute bastard!”
Yan Chong suddenly closed the distance, his handsome face crowding Su Xingyan’s vision. His dark eyes burned into him as he said with a faint smile, “Besides calling me a bastard, don’t you have any other words?” Yan Chong grabbed his wrist, forcing Su Xingyan’s hand against his own left cheek. “Still have the strength to hit me. Looks like you’re fine.”
Su Xingyan’s eyes were bloodshot, staring at him in silence.
Su Xingyan truly lacked the strength right now, partly from the illness, and partly from anger.
Being so close, Yan Chong clearly felt Su Xingyan’s trembling body and his hands growing colder by the second. Yan Chong lowered his eyes, let out a barely audible sigh, and teased softly, “Did the fever turn your brain to mush, CEO Su? You believe whatever I say.” Yan Chong said, “You had a high fever of 40°C, burning up into a daze. No matter how much of a beast I am, I couldn’t do anything to you like this.”
Su Xingyan kept his lips pressed tight, offering no reply. He thought he probably was sick; his usually sharp mind felt sluggish, leaving him momentarily unable to tell which of Yan Chong’s words were true and which were false. He remained tense, glaring at Yan Chong with resentful scrutiny. Under his gaze, Yan Chong put on a relaxed grin, lowered his voice, and continued, “Rest assured, yesterday, aside from using my hand to help you jerk off in the dressing room, nothing else happened.”
Su Xingyan’s ears instantly flushed bright red. He closed his eyes in embarrassment, but Yan Chong’s voice kept invading his ears. “…Su Xingyan, I said I wouldn’t touch you, so I won’t touch you.”
Su Xingyan wanted to forget, but Yan Chong insisted on making him remember.
The weather in Rong Port was always unpredictable. It had been sunny and bright during the day, but by evening, torrential rain poured down. Although the doors and windows of the Yan estate were closed tight, Su Xingyan still felt a chill. Pulling the blanket closer, he buried his face in his hands after Yan Chong walked out, taking several deep breaths until he finally calmed his chaotic emotions.
The milk on the nightstand was still piping hot. Su Xingyan glanced at it. Having eaten nothing all day, his stomach felt icy and pained from hunger. He picked up the glass and took small, slow sips. As the warm milk flowed down, his chilled insides felt instantly comforted.
His phone buzzed. He picked it up for a quick glance, but the moment his eyes hit the news headline, his pupils shrank in shock, and he nearly knocked the glass over onto the bed.
[SNATCHING A BEAUTIFUL WIFE ON HIS OWN WEDDING DAY! A BEAST? NO, IT’S TRUE LOVE!]
The news of Yan Chong publicly carrying Su Xingyan away at the wedding banquet had been secretly leaked by lurking reporters before he even stepped out of the hall. In just one night, it had spread across all of Rong Port.
In an instant, not only did the Yan and Tang families become the laughingstock of the city, but even the Wei family became the center of public gossip, alongside the news of Yan Chong taking Su Xingyan, photos of Wei Chengran and Tang Songzhi eloping together were also leaked. The tabloids described the affair vividly, even using “true love prevails” to mock the duo.
That night, heavy rain battered the bright lights of Rong Port. Inside the Wei family mansion, Wei Zhenning stared at the striking headlines of the magazine, his face dark as he held his teacup. Meanwhile, his wife, from whom he had been separated for years, stood before him with arms crossed, demanding an explanation.
“…Now you want me to speak? What do you want me to say!” Wei Zhenning’s patience seemed completely exhausted. Hearing Shang Yuehe’s suggestion, he glared at her in frustration. “After all these years, you are still so vulgar, mercenary, and utterly stupid!”
“And how are you any better?” Shang Yuehe sneered, crossing her arms as she shot back, “Wei Zhenning, after all these years, you are still so conservative, arrogant, and weak!”
Rumble!!!
A blast of thunder echoed across Rong Port.
Wei Mingran squatted at the study door clutching her rag doll, wiping her tears in secret with red eyes. She didn’t know what had happened overnight, why her good brother was nowhere to be found, and why the sister-in-law she had called for years was stolen away by someone else…
When her parents fought like this during her childhood, her brother would always cover her ears and tell her repeatedly that everything was fine. Everyone said her brother was a useless playboy. But only she knew that her brother wasn’t actually that terrible.
How… how did everything suddenly turn out like this?
After a two days, one night boat ride, Wei Chengran finally arrived in Suhai. Tang Songzhi said this was his hometown. Wei Chengran didn’t particularly care. To him, whether he went to the East Sea, North Sea, or Suhai made no difference now.
Wei Chengran’s phone had been thrown away decisively by Tang Songzhi, who wanted to cut ties with the past and start a new life. That was what Tang Songzhi had told him, and that was what he originally thought too. But that night, Wei Chengran couldn’t resist borrowing Tang Songzhi’s phone on the sly to call his assistant, Chang Jiasheng.
Tang Songzhi had actually caught him that night, but he pretended not to know and let him be.
The moment he stepped off the boat, Wei Chengran received a call from Chang Jiasheng. “Boss Wei, bad news! The Yan and Tang wedding banquet went into total chaos today! Yan Chong went crazy and went to the Wei family, and even took…”
Waves crashed against the shore one after another. Annoyed and restless, Wei Chengran stared at his toes with one hand in his pocket, switching the phone to his other ear. “The wedding banquet… no need to report that to me.” Wei Chengran asked, “How are things over there? Any improvement?”
This time, Chang Jiasheng went silent. Five minutes later, Wei Chengran hung up the phone with an ashen face. Sea spray scattered along the shore as cold seawater splashed onto Wei Chengran’s face. He raised his head with a vacant stare, only to realize he had been left behind at the tail end of the crowd. Tang Songzhi was standing at the end of the walkway, waving at him enthusiastically.
“Hey! walk faster! Why are you still standing there like an idiot? Hurry up, I’ll take you to get something good to eat!”
Tang Songzhi waved at him continuously.
Wei Chengran grinned at him from afar, and then… just as Tang Songzhi had thrown away his phone, he tossed Tang Songzhi’s phone into the surging waves.
The dazzling neon lights of Rong Port gradually blurred away into the crashing waves. A bright moon rose above the sea.