IROAWTMTFL Chapter 62

After Yan Yan received Zhuang Yiyun’s class schedule, he added Zhuang Yiyun’s classes to his own schedule.

Zhuang Yiyun came to teach just for him. Whenever he had time, he would attend the classes, even though he couldn’t understand. Well, he wasn’t the only one who didn’t understand; he was just a member of Professor Zhuang’s adoring fan club. The only difference was that others’ admiration was metaphorical, while his was realized. If he had time, he would wait for Zhuang Yiyun outside the classroom after his classes.

If they both had time in the evening, they would go to the research center together. Zhuang Yiyun would work overtime, while he would read or play games in Zhuang Yiyun’s office.

After Valentine’s Day, Yan Yan initially thought they would enter the stage of tossing around every night, after all, Zhuang Yiyun was very passionate in bed. However, he didn’t expect to enter the phase of being together infrequently. And only then did he realize how many extra classes Zhuang Yiyun had taken at their school. Since then, he often accompanied Zhuang Yiyun to work overtime, and they would go home together after finishing work in the evenings.

Soon, it was the end of the month and he was about to start his internship at the law firm Zhuang Yiyun had arranged for him. This was the last class Zhuang Yiyun taught before he left. He arrived early at the pharmacy classroom, managing to find a seat in the crowded room as the professor’s partner.

During the past half month, he had gotten to know many students from the pharmacy department, and even some of Professor Zhuang’s devoted fans called him “Teacher’s Wife.” When he heard it the first time, he was utterly shocked on the outside and warm on the inside. He asked the junior, “Doesn’t that mean you’re blindly calling him “teacher” without being accepted?”

“I don’t care. If Professor Zhuang rejects me a hundred times, I’ll bow to him a hundred and one times.”

Yan Yan: “…” You win.

Other students: “…” We don’t know him. The class has decided to expel him.

That day was another class Yan Yan didn’t understand. He sat below, reading his book and memorizing points, treating his husband’s voice as background music. When Zhuang Yiyun reached a crucial point in his lecture, there were often sounds of realization echoing from the students. At these moments, Yan Yan would raise his head to look at Zhuang Yiyun and occasionally send a wink.

As the class approached its end, Yan Yan packed his books and prepared to leave. Zhuang Yiyun, who was standing at the podium, routinely asked, “Any questions about today’s content?”

At this moment, a male student in the front row immediately raised his hand.

Zhuang Yiyun didn’t pay much attention and gestured for him to speak.

The male student stood up, his cheeks flushed, and he spoke shyly, “Professor Zhuang, I have a question and would like to consult you. May I add you on WeChat?”

The classroom fell silent instantly; the entire room seemed to inhale a cold breath. Everyone turned their heads to see where Yan Yan was sitting. The whole school knew that Professor Zhuang and Yan Yan were a couple. At most, others could admire the professor from afar. Who dared to approach him like this, especially in the classroom? This was unacceptable!

Yan Yan was sitting in the sixth row. He could only see the young man’s blushing profile. He looked shy, soft, cute and well-behaved. This approach seemed strangely familiar, like something he had used before.

He crossed his arms, turned to the student beside him, and asked, “Is he from our class?”

The student next to him shook his head.

Zhuang Yiyun on the podium responded coldly, “The school didn’t arrange for to do any extracurricular work.”

The student across the room was just trying to ask for WeChat under the guise of studying, and he couldn’t say anything else.

The other person seemed like they wanted to say something else, but their face turned red, and the words couldn’t come out. Zhuang Yiyun picked up his book and walked off the podium, heading straight to Yan Yan and taking him away. As they left, everyone was eager to witness the spectacle of the student who had raised his hand, but when they looked, he had already taken advantage of the chaos to slip away.

Yan Yan didn’t take it seriously, not considering the young man a rival, but it didn’t stop him from feeling a bit jealous. Even if the other party hadn’t said anything directly, he dared to poach someone directly infront of him.

This anger had not dissipated even when they reached Zhuang Yiyun’s office, making it hard for him to focus on his work. Zhuang Yiyun was deeply engrossed in his tasks and didn’t notice how agitated his husband had become until… a hand as white as jade pressed down on the documents in his hands.

Zhuang Yiyun looked up and met Yan Yan’s restless eyes.

“Gege, I’ve locked the door.”

Zhuang Yiyun’s thoughts that were previously immersed in his work, instantly shifted. They hadn’t been intimate for four days because he had been so busy. Zhuang Yiyun asked him, “You want to do it here?”

Yan Yan pushed his swivel chair, positioning himself on Zhuang Yiyun’s lap.

“I’ll be quiet, and there’s no one outside.” Yan Yan curved his lips In a faint smile, and Zhuang Yiyun wrapped his arms around his waist.

That night, Zhuang Yiyun didn’t make much progress with his work. His office and sofa were in disarray. Not only that, a keyboard was also ruined and couldn’t be cleaned- it could only be discarded. Zhuang Yiyun deliberately teased Yan Yan; he said he would be quiet, but Zhuang Yiyun deliberately made him lose control. Yan Yan bit his lip so hard it almost bled, prompting Zhuang Yiyun to kiss him in distress.

At one in the morning, the last lit office in the deserted Senlan Research Center finally turned off its lights. Zhuang Yiyun and Yan Yan left the office together. Yan Yan’s legs felt weak, and he said while walking, “If anyone dares to flirt with you in front of me again, I’ll make it impossible for you to leave the bed.”

Zhuang Yiyun glanced at him without specifying who wouldn’t leave the bed. He hugged Yan Yan’s waist, allowing him to leverage his strength.

“Is this why you teased me today?”

“Not entirely…” Yan Yan glanced at the office behind them, now darkened. “I’ve thought about office play for a while. Will you daydream about me at work in the future? Will you think about what you did to me when you see the desk?”

Zhuang Yiyun turned his head to look at him and kissed his forehead.

“Yes, I will. I was already doing that.”

“Zhuang Yiyun, you’re such a pervert.”

Zhuang Yiyun chuckled and asked in return, “Who started being a pervert first?”

Yan Yan nodded his head dramatically and replied confidently, “It was you, you carried me on Valentine’s Day.”

“Yeah, that’s right.” Zhuang Yiyun took advantage of the absence of people and didn’t care how excessive it was to feed dog food to the security guards who were on night duty in the surveillance room. He easily lifted Yan Yan, who pretended to resist, and said, “Gege will carry you home today. Let’s go.”

And so, he carried Yan Yan all the way, only putting him down once they reached the car.

Yan Yan felt relieved. Anyway, with Professor Zhuang’s capabilities, having someone eyeing him wasn’t surprising. But what he didn’t expect was that this was just the beginning. The main course was yet to come.

In March, he started his internship at the law firm. Because Zhuang Yiyun had clearly and thoroughly explained the situation beforehand, Zhuang Yiyun’s alumnus, Luo Runfeng, arranged for Yan Yan to follow him as an assistant. Yan Yan was the kind of person who devoted himself wholeheartedly to whatever he chose to do, whether it was chasing after Zhuang Yiyun before or having a professional direction now. He cherished this opportunity greatly. He followed Luo Runfeng diligently and suddenly worked even harder than Zhuang Yiyun. Both of them were busy, and when they met, it was either early in the morning or late at night.

Today was Zhuang Xian’s birthday. She called Zhuang Yiyun, displaying an unusual calmness, and asked him to join her for dinner. After considering it, Zhuang Yiyun agreed. The two of them, mother and son, rarely had a chance to share a meal together throughout the year. As long as she didn’t cause trouble, he was willing to fulfill his duties as a son.

Knowing that Yan Yan was busy, he sent Yan Yan a message. He didn’t work overtime that day and went for dinner on time.

At that moment, Yan Yan was accompanying Luo Runfeng to the detention center. Since he didn’t have a lawyer’s license, he couldn’t enter with Lawyer Luo and had to wait outside. When Zhuang Yiyun’s message arrived, he saw it and immediately sensed that something was off.

Just half a month ago, she was attempting to get Luan Qing to pursue Zhuang Yiyun. When that plan failed, she was now casually inviting her son for dinner? Was this a temporary truce or merely a pause in the battle? It didn’t feel right to him.

Yan Yan: [Where are you having dinner? Send me the location, I’ll do a surprise inspection, gege.]

Zhuang Yiyun: [Location]

Zhuang Yiyun: [Inspection is allowed, but if you find nothing, you’ll be punished.]

Yan Yan: [How will I be punished?]

Zhuang Yiyun: [You’ll have to go home early today.]

Yan Yan: [The cat is innocent]

Zhuang Yiyun chuckled lightly, put away his phone, and started the car.

On the other side, Yan Yan closed his conversation with Zhuang Yiyun and sent a message to Luo Runfeng, requesting a leave of absence due to some urgent matter. Luo Runfeng agreed, recognizing that urgent matters were usually emergencies, and even told Yan Yan to take his car. The detention center was remote, and Yan Yan felt guilty for abandoning his boss; there was no reason he should take away his boss’s car. However, he was lucky, there happened to be a nearby car that accepted his ride request. He waited for only twenty minutes before getting in the car.

Twenty minutes, plus the time it took him to travel back to the city, Zhuang Yiyun was ready to leave by the time he arrived at the restaurant. Not for any other reason, but because he had prepared himself to enjoy a good meal, but his mother wasn’t on the same page. She brought someone along, a handsome young man.

Seeing someone of similar age to Yan Yan, similarly dressed, with black shoulder-length hair highlighted with streaks of blue, Zhuang Yiyun furrowed his brows upon first sight. Zhuang Xian said he was her new assistant, acting nonchalant about it.

That’s what she said, but the more Zhuang Yiyun listened, the more something seemed off. This young man spoke a bit like Yan Yan, straightforward and unreserved before his boss. In the past, Zhuang xian would have sent someone like him packing. But this time, she acted differently, even satisfied with this “assistant’s” performance.

“You can add Xiao Wei on WeChat. It’ll be convenient for future matters.”

“Gege, should I scan yours?” he asked Zhuang Yiyun.

Zhuang Yiyun narrowed his eyes and didn’t respond. He glanced at Zhuang Xian and sneered. He was the fool, thinking his mother could change for the better. He stood up abruptly, ready to leave with his phone in hand. However, as he reached the door, the door to the private room was pushed open.

When he saw the person who entered, Zhuang Yiyun’s cold and rigid demeanor softened. He stepped forward, his palm resting on Yan Yan’s head as he called out, “Baby.”

He didn’t lower his voice, he shouted it for the two inside to hear.

Yan Yan had already seen the situation inside the private room. The young man was still holding his phone, looking somewhat embarrassed. Zhuang Yiyun didn’t pay attention to the people who fawned over him, but it didn’t mean Yan Yan wasn’t aware. He recognized the young man at a glance; he was the one who had asked for Zhuang Yiyun’s WeChat in class not long ago.

To appear here, it was undoubtedly arranged by Zhuang Xian. There was no way the young man could have charmed his way into Zhuang Xian’s circle on his own. Yan Yan had a sudden realization and connected all the dots in an instant. No wonder he felt the guy’s speech was familiar; even his attire today looked familiar. It was all too familiar to him. He remembered the details Luan Qing mentioned over the phone, saying that Zhuang Xian had given him some materials, instructing him to imitate him. Luan Qing had refused, so it seemed the person in front of him was Zhuang Xian’s second choice.

Yan Yan arched an eyebrow, his smile mocking. He caught Zhuang Yiyun’s hand, pulling him towards himself. When he looked up again, his smile was as brilliant as sunshine.

“Husband, I’m sorry I’m late. Can I still join the birthday dinner?” He said and pulled Zhuang Yiyun closer with a bit of force, walked back at the table and sat down.

The birthday dinner was on the verge of ending but the table of dishes was untouched.

Although Zhuang Yiyun didn’t remember having met this person before, he had already matched the front and back quite accurately. He had initially planned to leave, but since Yan Yan wanted to stay, he naturally obliged. He personally areanged bowls and chopsticks for Yan Yan and placed the dishes Yan Yan liked in front of him.

“Give it a try.”

“Thank you, husband.”

Zhuang Yiyun smiled gently, pleased with the term of endearment. Yan Yan rarely took the initiative to call him that.

Zhuang Xian’s face turned livid. Seeing this, Yan Yan immediately raised his phone and said, “Oh right, Aunt Zhuang, gege didn’t inform me earlier that it’s your birthday. The gift I ordered might be a bit delayed. Let me make a call to rush it.”

Without waiting for a response, he stood up and swiftly walked out.

In the blink of an eye, he was gone. Inside the private room, Zhuang Xian’s expression worsened. She couldn’t help but sneer, “Now you’re finally acting like a decent person.”

She was referring to Yan Yan’s formal attire today—a pure black cashmere coat paired with black trousers, a white shirt, and a tie. Recently, due to his internship at the law firm, he dressed more formally.

Zhuang Yiyun became furious upon hearing her words. What did she mean by “finally acting like a decent person”? Wasn’t he decent before? Did aesthetic standards need to be divided by class? What a joke.

He might have endured it in the past, but with Yan Yan’s influence, he learned how to make others uncomfortable. He said casually, “Yan Yan likes novelty. He surprises me with new things occasionally. It’s the charm of a young couple.”

His calm response wasn’t an angry retort but a counterattack, and it successfully infuriated Zhuang Xian. Yan Yan returned to the private room and found the atmosphere even more awkward. The young man was coaxing Zhuang Xian, but his eyes were on Zhuang Yiyun.

Yan Yan found it amusing. How much money had Zhuang Xian paid him to sit still in this situation? However, he was indeed hungry. He decided to let this man jump around a bit longer, so he focused on his meal. Neither Zhuang Xian nor the young man moved. Yan Yan ate peacefully while Zhuang Yiyun helped him with the dishes. After a satisfying meal, Yan Yan finally spoke up.

“Hey, which school are you from?” Yan Yan’s tone was provocative.

Before the young man could answer, Yan Yan continued, “Aunt Zhuang thinks you might be a better match for my husband. Your educational background must be higher than mine, right?”

After this remark, he continued eating, acting as if nothing happened, without revealing the underlying tension.

The young man didn’t expect to be put on the spot. He blushed, just like that day in Zhuang Yiyun’s class, but even more so this time.

However, Yan Yan had no intention of showing mercy and kept pressing, “Did you inform our school’s administration that you were coming to our class to flirt with our professor? Did you seek their approval?”

The young man’s face turned even redder. Yan Yan sneered but ignored him, turning his attention back to Zhuang Xian. “Aunt Zhuang, it seems having a higher education doesn’t guarantee a better character. Interfering in my marriage with your money is not the behavior of an educated person.”

This comment rattled the young man, and he retorted anxiously, “I didn’t take any money from President Zhuang! I genuinely admire Dr. Zhuang.”

“Oh, really? Then why do you keep admiring someone who’s already married? You’re so shameless,” Yan Yan said playfully. After his remark, he didn’t bother with the young man’s reaction and turned to Zhuang Yiyun. “Gege, I want to eat that dish. I can’t reach it.”

The dish Yan Yan referred to was right in front of the young man. Zhuang Yiyun glanced at it and realized it was Yan Yan’s favorite. Since Yan Yan wanted it, there was no question about it… Without rotating the turntable, Zhuang Yiyun stood up and brought the dish in front of Yan Yan.

“Is there anything else you’d like to eat?” Zhuang Yiyun asked.

“No matter how big or small, don’t you have an elder like me in your eyes?” Zhuang Xian couldn’t hold back any longer and roared in anger.

Yan Yan snorted and moved back slightly, as if her voice had startled him. He then pretended to clean his ears.

“Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come all this way. I’m quite busy now. I don’t have much time to spend with my gege, yet I made a special trip to wish Aunt Zhuang a happy birthday.”

Yan Yan stood up, raising the glass that belonged to Zhuang Yiyun. “I wish Aunt Zhuang all the best.”

His words were a blatant sarcasm. He knew very well that the thing Zhuang Xian was least happy about now was him.

Zhuang Xian couldn’t sit still any longer. Seeing that she wouldn’t get any good outcome today, she got up to leave. Who knew that just as she was about to leave, Yan Yan refused to let her go, shouting from the side: “Aunt Zhuang, please don’t leave yet. The gift I ordered hasn’t arrived yet.”

Of course Zhuang Xian wouldn’t have listened but Yan Yan’s gift had already arrived. The door of the private room was pushed open again, and this time, Yan Yan’s mother appeared. Qian Ruqing hurried over, took a quick look, and saw that the situation was as Yan Yan had described it. Zhuang Xian had brought a handsome young man to introduce to her son-in-law, and she was instantly furious.

Zhuang Yiyun looked at Yan Yan in surprise. Yan Yan winked at him and whispered, “Adult matters should be resolved by adults.”