Ch92 - What would he do if he didn’t properly control his own momentum and frightened him? (1/2)
7.5 – What would he do if he didn’t properly control his own momentum and frightened him?
translator: xiin
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After being dispirited for the entire day, in the evening when class was over, Xue Ling wrapped his arms around Yan Qingjun’s waist and would not let the fish go. “Junjun, will you accompany me home? I’m in such a terrible mood that I might even jump off the building tonight without you!”
Yan Qingjun looked down at him helplessly. “Don’t talk about yourself like that.”
Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.
“Seriously.” Xue Ling leaned close to him. “You really don’t think my heart and soul looks very fragile right now?”
“No, I think you look like you’re brimming with energy, and could even go swim for another kilometre.” The suspension chairs slowly made their way out, and Xue Ling muttered under his breath as he followed behind Yan Qingjun.
“Just come. It’ll be good even if you just come over for dinner. I’ve been telling my mother that I want to introduce my best friend to her.”
Yan Qingjun’s movements stalled for a moment. During this period, he had already inquired about what had happened to the Duke’s family, and he was also sure that he was the lost youngest son of the Duke’s Palace. After all, his forehead and eyes were so similar to the Duchess’. But, the more it was like this, the more fearful he was. He could treat Yan Qiwen so calmly and normally because this person was Yan Qiwen. If it was anyone else, Yan Qingjun felt that he would probably be jealous to the point of madness.
So many years of recuperation allowed him to hide his thoughts and feelings so that they would not show clearly, but he was still depressed for a while. If he had not been accompanied by Yan Qiwen during that time, perhaps his thoughts would have headed straight towards some misunderstandings.
But even so, he did not have the courage to take the initiative and show up in front of the Duchess on his own. He felt anxious about returning home, and was always afraid that when he finally met the Duchess, she would not like him.
So he found reasons everywhere to refuse Yan Qiwen many times, and he still did not intend to agree this time.
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Xue Ling was still continuing on from behind him, “Junjun, on the basis that there’s nobody I like anymore, and I’m depressed and not in a good mood, you should just come to my home as a guest. I really need comfort. I’m afraid that I’ll hear news about Lou Cen when I go home today… second brother is a military officer. His favorite thing to do when we’re eating is to talk about military affairs.”
Yan Qingjun’s movements stalled again, and he controlled his merfolk chair to turn around and look at Xue Ling. The other fish had already fallen quite a ways behind, and he had his head lowered, his entire person looking very downcast and unhappy. He sighed rather helplessly. Although it seemed that Yan Qiwen was still able to joke, he was afraid that it was a forced type of humor. For such an optimistic and cheerful person to become like this because of a breeder, it meant he had very strong feelings for the other party.
This was his friend, and it was his friend’s home that he was being invited to. Yan Qingjun had long regarded Yan Qiwen as a younger brother who was younger than him by several months. What was wrong with agreeing to go home with his younger brother?
“All right.” After a long time, he finally relented and agreed.
Xue Ling’s face lit up with happiness. He rushed forward and pulled Yan Qingjun along as they headed straight for the entrance, his floating chair whizzing about and frightening the merfolk nearby.
“My elder brother is coming to pick me up after work today. Let me introduce my eldest brother to you.”
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“Okay.” Yan Qingjun nodded helplessly.
Yan Chuhuan, the eldest son of the Yan family, was His Royal Highness’ assistant. In the future, he would become a person on the level of a prime minister. He was very busy every day, but no matter how busy he got, he would still take time to bring his little brother to school and pick him up after school. Because Xue Ling had said that he wanted to bring a fellow student home with him to have dinner, Yan Chuhuan went ahead and sat in the front row, leaving the back row for the two merfolk.
“Elder brother.” His younger brother was no long as dispirited and dejected as he had been in the morning. After school, he always seemed full of good spirits. Yan Chuhuan reached out a hand and rubbed his head.
“Did you make trouble for the teacher today?” It was as though his younger brother had grown up after breaking off his engagement with Lou Cen. Although he was still naïve and somewhat ignorant, he had learned to accept different views, and he was much more enjoyable to be with than before. Originally, Yan Chuhuan already cared for him, but now he doted on him even more.
“No”. Xue Ling pushed Yan Qingjun to the front and happily said, “Elder brother, this is the Junjun that I’ve been telling you about. Isn’t he super beautiful with a super temperament? Junjun, this is my eldest brother, Yan Chuhuan.”
Yan Qingjun went rigid, and stiffly greeted Yan Chuhuan. “Hello, elder brother Yan.”
Yan Chuhuan’s eyes widened slightly, and his gaze was deep and dark. He stared at Yan Qingjun for a long time before finally opening his mouth to say, “Hello. Thank you for taking care of Wenwen at school.”
Yan Qingjun waved his hand. He knew that on the surface, becoming friends with Yan Qiwen and finally getting invited back to his home looked like he was using him, which could easily be misunderstood by others. But he really did not have that intention, and he really liked Yan Qiwen as a younger brother. “I really like Qiwen.” Yan Qingjun calmly looked at Yan Chuhuan. “Truly.”
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Yan Chuhuan scrutinized him seriously for a long time before lowering his gaze. He smiled and opened the door for them as he said, “Okay. Get in the car. Let’s go home and have dinner.”
Xue Ling excitedly climbed into the car, revealing a helpless expression where neither of them could see. In fact, he was really tired from pretending to be silly and sweet every day…
Hopefully something would happen soon so that he could burst out, show his powers, and grow up…
The Duke’s family had a big castle in the suburbs, but they only had two interconnected villas in the city. This was because there were three breeders and two mermaids in the family, and the Duchess had the habit of preparing double of everything for Yan Qiwen, with the intention that the second set would be for her youngest son. So, one villa was not enough, and the Duke was fortunate enough to buy two villas, and connected them together.
Due to the Duchess’ influence, the entire family was required to eat together for dinner. Sometimes, visitors would join. It may be the Duke’s friends, or the Duchess’ friends, and even the Prince had joined them for dinner before. But, it was Yan Qiwen’s first time inviting a friend back home, so the Duchess felt very happy and ordered the kitchen to cook more. Although young merfolk might not eat much, it was still better to prepare more dishes.
The Duke and Yan Zhaiyan arrived home first, changed into house clothes and gathered together in the living room to await the arrival of everyone else. This was a Yan family custom that came about because the Duchess really needed to feel the warmth and support of her family. They always had a lively dinner so that the Duchess would not feel too sentimental.
Yan Qingjun only began to panic after they got out of the car. He pulled on Xue Ling’s hand and asked, “Wenwen, do I need to bring any gifts since I’m visiting for the first time?”
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Xue Ling patted his hand and said, “There’s no need for a gift. You are the best gift.” His laugh was particularly sincere. Yan Qingjun did not realize the irony of this sentence, but his mood eased up a lot regardless.
Yan Chuhuan stood behind them, considering whether or not their mother would become too excited and faint, and whether he should go ahead and call the doctor first. When he heard Xue Ling’s words, he looked up at his younger brother in some surprise. But what he saw was his innocent smile, and the doubts in his heart disappeared at once. They seldom discussed their past history with their young brother, not wanting him to think that he was a substitute for anyone.