Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Nine: The Result of Overlooking the News (2/2)
“Stay away from him in the future.”
“Heyheyhey, real talk though, you can even hear their thoughts. How could you let them run away?”
“… Being able to hear the thoughts of all living things would truly be a superpower.”
Xiao Yu gave Yan Jin a strange look that said, “Keep pretending; I don’t mind playing along.”
“I’m being serious.” Yan Jin felt helpless. “I can’t hear animals’ thoughts. I can’t even hear human thoughts. I’m just a little more sensitive to mood changes.”
“But when I’m a hamster, you can always hear what I’m thinking.”
“You’re different. That’s called the tacit understanding between lovers.”
“Whatever, keep pretending then.”
That’s what Xiao Yu said, but he was ecstatic inside.
In his elation, Xiao Yu forgot how they had suddenly gone off-topic.
……
After chatting for too long in the bath, Xiao Yu’s fingers got all puffy. Xiao Yu blew his hair dry and then fell onto the bed, motionless.
Yan Jin tidied up the bathroom and quietly got into bed. He was just about to turn out the lights when he faintly heard Xiao Yu’s voice from inside the blankets. “About Nan Chan, what are you guys going to do with her?”
Yan Jin paused, then turned off the lights in the end.
Darkness enveloped them. Yan Jin lay down next to Xiao Yu and embraced Xiao Yu around the waist, placing his chin on Xiao Yu’s head. In a low voice, Yan Jin said, “Whatever you want, I’ll do for you.”
“Initially, I wanted to teach her a lesson,” Xiao Yu’s muffled voice said. “But, after seeing her, I thought, well, there’s no need…”
“I’m not trying to be a Mother Teresa, but, well…” Xiao Yu hesitated for a long time before spilling his true thoughts. “This was my first time seeing such a person, and it really was too frightening. Have you heard that if someone who is mentally ill commits murder, they don’t have to pay with their own life? That Nan Chan, *sigh*, if we send her to prison, she might seek revenge after coming back. I guess we can let her go this time; after all, nothing really bad happened. But I hope we don’t get into this kind of mess anymore.”
“If you think so, then naturally I’ll fulfill your wish.”
“What did you want to do? Send her to prison?”
“All I wanted was not to lose you.” Yan Jin sighed and brought Xiao Yu closer to him. “… No matter the means.”
“What did you say?” Xiao Yu didn’t hear the last part properly.
“It’s getting late now. Go to sleep; we need to wake up early tomorrow.”
“No? Isn’t tomorrow Saturday?”
“Mhmm, wedding setup starts at four tomorrow.”
Xiao Yu, who had been drowsily falling asleep, suddenly shot up.
After being awoken from his semi-dreamlike state, Xiao Yu’s brain felt very sluggish. Did he really hear those words or had he been dreaming?
“Hey, did you just say something?” Xiao Yu nudged Yan Jin with his elbow.
“‘It’s getting late now. Go to sleep; we need to wake up early tomorrow,’” Yan Jin recounted perfectly with his top-tier memory.
“The next part.”
“‘Mhmm, wedding setup starts at four tomorrow.’”
He hadn’t heard wrong!
Xiao Yu was shocked.
“That, that wedding. It can’t be what I’m thinking of, right?”
“It’s our wedding. It was written in YL’s internal group and on YL’s official blog.”
Xiao Yu: “…”
How come he felt like he’d missed this announcement? He felt like he’d made some irreversible mistake.
Another problem was, would normal people learn of the day and time of their own wedding from a messaging group or official blog?
“It’s too late for you to say no now. You already agreed to your Aunty Fang to marry me.”
“I didn’t say no. True men need to stick to their word. I was the one who first proposed it anyways…” For a while, Xiao Yu couldn’t find the words to express his own mixed feelings. “I was, well, a little surprised.”
“According to the horoscopes, tomorrow is the only suitable day for our marriage. I thought you would have guessed it a long time ago.” [TLN: horoscope refers to Tung Shing = Chinese lunar divination almanac]
Yan Jin hadn’t always been a superstitious person, but ever since a Xiao Yu had burst into his life, his superstition had grown by leaps and bounds. Now, Yan Jin knew more than enough to even be a sect leader.
Speaking of which, Yan Jin had dedicated an office at YL for worship and incense burning. He had thought there would be some opposition to it, but in the end, the reception was very favorable. Uninterested people were unaffected and indicated that they didn’t care. Interested people lit incense day and night, hoping to pull an SSR… [TLN: pulling a “Superior Super Rare”, refers to winning something very lucky in a gacha game.]
So, while the end result deviated from Yan Jin’s expectations, it was clear that even the modern man still needed the metaphysical.
“I even need to guess about my own marriage…?”
Xiao Yu’s family was quite superstitious, but even he couldn’t understand Yan Jin’s actions.
“And, we can’t get married here in China. Same-sex marriage hasn’t been legalized yet, right?”
“It’s only a wedding. There’s no rush to get the actual marriage certificate. After the Autumn Conference, let’s take a vacation for our honeymoon until the end of the year. We can pick up the certificate along the way.”
It was like Yan Jin was talking about eating or drinking. On the other hand, Xiao Yu could already see the not-too-distant resulting chaos—for example, the inevitable mess at YL.
*Sigh*, with such a chairman, YL was probably already used to such misfortunes.
However, Xiao Yu no longer had time to worry about YL. From now on, a strong nervousness pervaded his thoughts.
Tomorrow was the wedding. It was a little late to be nervous…