After Marrying Bigshot Vegetable Boss - Chapter 57

When Yu Lan said this, he was already very embarrassed. Because Chu Wang didn’t hear him, he had to raise his voice and repeat it.

 

After he spoke, he felt his entire face burning, his heart racing fiercely. He simply hugged Chu Wang’s neck again, burying himself in his arms without a care.

 

Such things had happened before when Chu Wang was not awake, but at that moment, Yu Lan inexplicably recalled what the other had coldly said.

 

Once that bit of shame and anger passed, he grew a bit curious and began to examine Chu Wang.

 

…Chu Wang had a calm face, showing no other emotions, as if he were contemplating something very serious.

 

AIt was as if the person who had just pressed his fingers into Yu Lan’s hair, cupped the back of his head, and kissed him wasn’t him.

 

But despite how calm Chu Wang’s expression was, Yu Lan’s thigh felt uncomfortable.

 

The situation was somewhat subtle, and there was an odd humor to it.

 

After all, as long as your skin is thicker than others, you can gain a whole new perspective.

 

Perhaps finding Chu Wang’s current demeanor fresh, Yu Lan relaxed and began to observe the man before him.

 

Yu Lan called his name twice.

 

“Chu Wang,” he rubbed his nose against his, noticing that the other’s breathing wasn’t as steady as he thought. Yu Lan’s eyes brightened a bit, his lips curved into a smile as he asked, “What should we do?”

 

Chu Wang pressed his lips tightly and remained silent but kept looking at Yu Lan.

 

For some reason, Yu Lan found Chu Wang extremely attractive at this moment—perhaps it was the intense yet unignorable physiological instinct, and his immobile legs, his firm embrace, his eyes filled with desire and love for Chu Wang.

 

Each moment was vividly real, and every inch was a tangible warmth.

 

It was incomparable to the cold soul touched only by cinnabar.

 

Yu Lan’s cheeks were still flushed, but his expression was no longer shy. He asked again, “Chu Wang, what should we do?”

 

The other still did not respond.

 

In fact, Yu Lan didn’t know what to do either, but he felt quite justified. After all, it was normal for him to lack experience. He might as well leave it to Chu Wang and ask him how to handle it.

 

He decided to trust a mature man, he thought seriously.

 

So, he saw the mature man lower his gaze for a moment, then finally speak: “You should get up first.”

 

But his voice was unusually uncertain, as if he wasn’t sure whether to do so.

 

“I’ll go to the bathroom,” Chu Wang said.

 

But taking a shower every day was quite tiring, and it might hurt his injuries.

 

Just thinking about the pain made Yu Lan feel weak.

 

Yu Lan didn’t get up, so Chu Wang remained still. The ambiguous atmosphere in the room didn’t dissipate, and there was still lingering warmth between them.

 

Yu Lan seemed to have finally realized something.

 

He blinked: “…You’re not really going to wait until this feeling passes, are you?”

 

In Chu Wang’s eyes, rational calm and physiological heat intertwined. He suddenly exerted strength, pulling Yu Lan closer to himself again—

 

“What should we do?” Chu Wang echoed Yu Lan’s earlier question and added, “Teach me, Mr. Yu.”

 

As a classic case of preferring a soft approach over a hard one, Yu Lan had a momentary look of amusement on his face, then said, “Then I’ll get up…”

 

But before he finished, he kept thinking about Chu Wang alone in the bathroom, frowning in pain.

 

“How did you handle it before?” Yu Lan asked, changing the subject.

 

Chu Wang’s eyelashes fluttered, as if puzzled, and asked in return, “Did you handle it a lot before?”

 

“Just once!! Once!!” Yu Lan jumped up in frustration, “I had a strange dream, something to do with the sea, and when I woke up, I saw this!”

 

Realizing halfway through that Chu Wang had led him astray, Yu Lan grew even angrier: “I’m the one asking you! How dare you challenge your teacher?!”

 

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that he had indeed been challenged.

 

Yu Lan didn’t know what to say, his verbal reprimands only made him more confused. Eventually, he felt his hand move back, intending to angrily scold the student, but then his fingers suddenly retracted as if burned, almost causing him to scream.

 

He stared at Chu Wang in confusion: “Why are you still hard after all this talking?”

 

Chu Wang: “…”

 

He seemed to find Yu Lan in this state quite endearing and couldn’t help but lean in to kiss him again, his voice very soft.

 

“I don’t know,” Chu Wang said for the first time, “Maybe this is how we vegetative people are.”

 

It seemed that both of them were unsure of what to do, and when Chu Wang kissed him again, Yu Lan felt a shiver run down his spine, and his limbs, which had barely regained strength, went limp again.

 

Chu Wang’s kiss had an irresistible dominance to it, and even though he had just pretended to call him teacher, now he left Yu Lan unable to utter a complete sentence.

 

But such things wouldn’t ease with a kiss; they would only intensify.

 

Perhaps it was all psychological, but they both had a kind of drifting attitude. Chu Wang didn’t want to let go, while Yu Lan both felt heartache and enjoyment, as if sitting here meant not having to think about anything.

 

The separation of their lips was due to a lack of oxygen, but perhaps it was also due to the lack of oxygen that Yu Lan did what he did.

 

His eyes were full of a lovable shimmer, and with lips reddened from kissing, he spoke the most irresistible words.

 

His voice carried obvious helplessness but also a hint of subtle reproach.

 

“Really,” with Chu Wang’s arms around his back, feeling his warmth, Yu Lan said in a very soft voice, “Although the teacher doesn’t know either, I’ll still help you.”

 

This teaching session was a complete disaster.

 

Yu Lan initially had an idealistic view—helping out was nothing more than sharpening a pencil with a penholder, which seemed like a simple task.

 

Even though he was mentally prepared and thought it wasn’t a big deal, he even joked at the beginning: “In today’s society, there aren’t many teachers who get personally involved like I do.”

 

As he gradually slid off Chu Wang’s lap, he looked at him like a troublesome student.

 

He grumbled while sharpening the pencil and, feeling some soreness in his knee, decided to sit on the carpet.

 

When Chu Wang looked down, he could see Yu Lan’s eyelashes, the slightly reddened tip of his nose, and his moist, parting lips.

 

He thought his expression was calm.

 

But he still couldn’t help reaching out, initially just lightly touching Yu Lan’s hair.

 

Later, as he watched, countless thoughts seemed to pop up in his mind, but now he could only passively observe.

 

Eventually, Yu Lan seemed dissatisfied, as if his hand was sore and he wanted to be lazy. He frowned and said, “What’s wrong with you?”

 

He started accusing Chu Wang, “I’ve switched hands twice and it’s still not right, you…”

 

“Sorry.” Chu Wang naturally apologized at times like these but added, “We vegetative people…”

 

“Enough! You’re not one right now!” Yu Lan’s comment made him suddenly recall some memories.

 

Why did he care so much about him!

 

Moreover… Yu Lan suddenly thought of something, briefly contemplating some possibilities.

 

Mr. Yu started doing arithmetic in his mind, knowing that he had seen a few scenarios of stretching. There might be several more times in a year when he wasn’t around. Though Yu Lan had little experience, he was quite curious about the possibility of something being stuck.

 

He still thought… Mr. Yu, with a sense of responsibility, thought it was quite pitiful to keep it all in.

 

But he was also tired and fumbled around, his mind occupied with thoughts of why it wasn’t improving, and he spoke out.

 

“Um, Chu Wang,” he muttered, “Do you… could it be that…”

 

“You know…” Yu Lan tried to make an analogy, “A rocket needs some ignition time to launch. If it keeps lighting but doesn’t start, isn’t there something wrong?”

 

Chu Wang’s previously calm expression finally cracked a little: “…………”

 

“Yu Lan.” He called out to him.

 

Yu Lan gave a listening posture, his eyes almost written with “It’s okay, be honest, I won’t mind.”

 

“……” Chu Wang took a deep breath but still didn’t move.

 

Until Yu Lan leaned in, his face reflected clearly in Chu Wang’s pupils, Chu Wang unexpectedly leaned in and bit his lip with some force.

 

Yu Lan was still sharpening the pencil, his eyes widened suddenly. Before he could react, his tongue tingled slightly, and he couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp.

 

“Mm—” The sound was light and thin, with surprise and confusion, like a crisp whimper.

 

Yu Lan opened his mouth, instantly forgetting what he was doing. However, the next second, he was completely frozen.

 

Chu Wang also pulled away from his lips, his face unusually uncomfortable and his voice not as calm, with some breathlessness.

 

Yu Lan’s mind went blank for a moment, then he suddenly jumped up and quickly ran to the bathroom.

 

When he came out, his hands were still wet, and after hastily wiping them, he came over to demand answers: “Chu Wang!!”

 

Chu Wang had tidied up by himself and now faced him calmly: “Hmm?”

 

“You—why didn’t you say anything…” Yu Lan almost bit his own tongue.

 

“You didn’t mention a countdown before the rocket launch,” Chu Wang said, sounding even gentle, “And this proves there was no problem, doesn’t it?”

 

Is there no problem now!?

 

Yu Lan mentally cursed, but since he had brought up the issue, he could only glare at Chu Wang with dissatisfaction and remain silent.

 

Seeing Yu Lan sulking by the window, Chu Wang turned his chair and moved closer.

 

“Don’t be angry,” although he knew Yu Lan was probably embarrassed and angry, Chu Wang still tried to soothe him, “I won’t do it like this next time.”

 

“And there will be a next time. Why didn’t you…” Yu Lan started to say but then stopped, realizing there might not be a complete absence of next times.

 

He looked up and saw Chu Wang smiling at him.

 

That look made him lose all his anger, and Yu Lan muttered, “I’ve never seen you so good at this before.”

 

Chu Wang didn’t argue, just smiled and said that Mr. Yu taught well, allowing him to learn and improve.

 

Yu Lan pressed his lips together and finally helped Chu Wang stand up.

 

“We have half an hour before dinner,” he said, “We’ll talk about rehabilitation after the meal.”

 

“Okay.”

 

“Do you need to do anything now…”

 

Before he finished, he saw Chu Wang slowly turning the wheelchair towards the desk.

 

Yu Lan didn’t want to see him exerting effort, so he quickly went over and pushed: “Are you practicing calligraphy?”

 

“There’s no need to rush this,” Yu Lan said, “I see your fingers are already quite strong. Or should I take you out for a walk? The weather is nice today, and the flower house should look beautiful.”

 

Chu Wang seemed to pause for a moment before replying, “Okay.”

 

Yu Lan put a coat on him, and Chu Wang appeared to be searching through some documents on the desk. However, by the time Yu Lan returned, everything was already tidied up: “Let’s go.”

 

Downstairs, the garden had just been cleaned, but there were still some fallen leaves at their feet.

 

The osmanthus fragrance had faded, and Yu Lan looked up at the sky and said, “Winter is coming.”

 

It was hard to imagine the experiences of these days, but Yu Lan still had a smile on his face and said, “It’s good that you’re awake now. Winter isn’t great for changing clothes, so I was worried you might get cold.”

 

Chu Wang showed a faint smile.

 

He pushed Chu Wang into the flower house and couldn’t help but ask, “You couldn’t smell it last time. Can you now?”

 

“I think the auntie has a great taste in flowers. There are many I haven’t seen before; it’s all very fresh.”

 

“Which one do you like best?” Chu Wang suddenly asked.

 

Yu Lan looked around and shook his head, “Forget it. I don’t have much taste and can’t choose.”

 

Chu Wang seemed to have asked just out of curiosity and laughed lightly.

 

“What’s wrong? If I say what I like, will you give it all to me?”

 

Yu Lan looked back at him, raised an eyebrow, and smiled, “What, weren’t you just thinking about thanking me? Now you want to reciprocate to your teacher—”

 

“Not that I haven’t thought about it,” Chu Wang said.

 

Yu Lan’s face turned red but quickly covered it up: “Mr. Yu isn’t that greedy.”

 

He walked over to close the flower house door to keep out the cold wind.

 

However, as he brushed past the wheelchair, Yu Lan moved too quickly, seemingly bumping into something and hearing a rustling sound.

 

He looked back and saw that a few pieces of paper had fallen from Chu Wang’s lap.

 

Yu Lan was taken aback, looked up at Chu Wang, and found that Chu Wang, too, seemed surprised and was showing a hint of wanting to explain.

 

“I was afraid you would see them when I was tidying up. I wanted to put them away.”

 

“What are they?” Yu Lan asked, finding Chu Wang’s expression intriguing, and crouched down to pick up the papers.

 

“It’s nothing.” Chu Wang’s voice became slightly awkward, “Just some random writing practice.”

 

“I was afraid you’d….” Chu Wang seemed visibly hesitant, “It might not be what you expect.”

 

“So, better not to look.”

 

“Could it be something bad about me?” Such comments only made Yu Lan more curious.

 

“Or some company secrets I shouldn’t see,” Yu Lan joked, “It can’t be that at your age, you secretly wrote love letters—”

 

Before he could finish, Yu Lan’s voice stopped.

 

He saw several lines of neat, forceful handwriting.

 

Chu Wang’s handwriting had little to do with romance. His characters were strong and unrestrained, showing that he had just started practicing and tried to control it, but some strokes were still uneven.

 

“Earlier, when I first picked up the pen, my fingers were stiff and painful.”

 

“Later, I thought if I could write something related to you, it might help alleviate a lot.”

 

The words were simple, some were his name, and others were sentences written to practice control.

 

“What I meant by ‘different’ is that you might find this side of me different from what you know.”

 

Yu Lan didn’t speak, only looked down at the lines of writing.

 

“—I know why you cried.”

 

“I want to do many things, but it seems I have to do them little by little.”

 

“—My legs aren’t healed yet, but seeing Yu Lan makes me very happy.”

 

“I miss the osmanthus he placed in my hand that day.”

 

“It should smell very nice.”

 

“—If there were only one flower left in the world, I would want to keep it for him.”

 

He almost forgot that Chu Wang sometimes had a kind of old-fashioned romance. Sometimes, it wasn’t enough to just say it seriously; he had to write it down, record it, even though his memory was good, he still feared forgetting.

 

“If there were only one star left in the sky—”

 

This sentence was unfinished. Chu Wang must have felt somewhat embarrassed when he saw it while tidying up and put it away.

 

He didn’t expect it to be discovered.

 

But Yu Lan now knew for sure.

 

Even if there were only one illusory star left in the inverted night sky, he would still reach out and bring it to him.

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AN – I came late; I wasn’t feeling well yesterday.

 

I’ll be out for two days today, trying to clear my mind. I’ll update you as much as possible, but the timing is uncertain.