AMTWPICL Chapter 48

Cheng Bin, who was outside, heard the movement and walked in. Seeing the two people embracing each other, he quietly retreated and pulled out his phone to call Grandpa Tan to let him know that everything was alright.

Tan Yue’s fainting spell had scared everyone, but it turned out to be nothing serious. He was kept under observation in the hospital for a day and was discharged soon after.

It was proven that without Tan Yue, Wanui could still function properly. The senior executives quickly stabilized the situation and finalized the last plan, which was sent to Tan Yue. He only needed to take a look and sign off on it.

While resting at home, Tan Yue quickly browsed through the final plan when Song Linchu was not paying attention. After making sure that everything was fine, he signed off on it.

Just as he finished signing on his iPad, he heard the sound of Song Linchu entering the room. Tan Yue quickly hid his iPad under the chair. Fortunately, the chair had a long hanging seat cushion, so he didn’t have to worry about being exposed.

Tan Yue never thought he would be reduced to such a pitiful state one day.

“Gege,” Song Linchu walked in and said, “Today is Valentine’s Day!”

Tan Yue responded with an “mmm” and said, “I’ve reserved a spot at Yunxi.”

Yunxi was a well-known high-end club that was famous for its candlelit dinners. Over time, it became a popular dating spot for celebrities and wealthy people. It was particularly difficult to book a spot on Valentine’s Day or Qixi Festival.

**The Qixi Festival is a traditional Chinese festival with a romantic legend behind it, where a cowherd and a weaver girl, who were separated by the Milky Way, were allowed to meet once a year on this day. It is often referred to as the Chinese Valentine’s Day, and is a day for couples to express their love and affection for each other.

Of course, with Tan Yue’s involvement, it would be effortless to book not only one spot, but the whole place.

Song Linchu had also heard of this place and blinked, “Gege, are you inviting me to spend Valentine’s Day with you?”

Tan Yue lifted his gaze and looked deeply at Song Linchu, asking in a low voice, “Do I have the honor?”

Song Linchu: “…”

The stinky straight steel man hits a straight ball again!

Unfortunately, this time’s Song Linchu was no longer the Song Linchu who had been knocked out by a straight ball last time.

“You just got out of the hospital today, what kind of appointment are you making!” Song Linchu’s face changed in an instant, and he said fiercely, “Don’t think about going anywhere these days, just stay at home and rest.”

“… Not going?”

“Not going!” Song Linchu’s attitude was very firm. “Gege, just drink some rice soup at home.”

“…” Tan Yue’s mouth twitched.

“And,” Song Linchu blinked at him, “we don’t have to go somewhere to have a candlelight dinner.”

Tan Yue raised his eyebrows.

Song Linchu also raised his eyebrows at him and said mysteriously, “Go take a nap and wait for my arrangements.”

“Okay,” Tan Yue replied softly.

After Song Linchu went downstairs, he instructed Butler and all the servants to take a day off.

There were ingredients in the refrigerator that were air-lifted in the morning, so all were very fresh. Song Linchu picked some that Tan Yue could eat and were easy to digest, and started to work in the kitchen.

Today was Valentine’s Day, and it was probably the busiest day for Song Linchu’s phone. His phone kept buzzing in his pocket, so he simply put it on the sofa in the living room and let it vibrate on its own.

Tan Yue went back to sleep and when he woke up, the exhaustion from staying up late for the past few days had basically dissipated.

He had a good physical foundation and exercised regularly, so even if he was busy with work, he was not physically sub-healthy like many white-collar workers who sit in the office all day. In addition, he always ate well and had a balanced nutrition.

So this fainting incident just scared everyone, but he himself was actually fine.

It was just that he wanted to ease Song Linchu’s worries, so he stayed at home, letting him watch over him and making him feel at ease.

When Tan Yue went downstairs, Song Linchu was still busy in the kitchen.

Now it was already a little dark outside, the curtains in the living room were half-drawn, blocking out a lot of light. Under the dim light, the screen of the phone on the sofa was particularly noticeable, flashing on and off.

Tan Yue thought someone was calling Song Linchu, so he walked over and picked up the phone, intending to bring it to the kitchen to give it to Song Linchu.

But when he picked up the phone, he realized that it was not a call, but… Valentine’s Day greetings and confessions.

Song Linchu was good looking, had a good temperament, and was a top scholar. He was a male god in the school, and although he wasn’t exactly a heartthrob, he had plenty of admirers.

So it was natural that during this ambiguous holiday, there would be people reaching out with probing little advances.

As soon as Tan Yue picked up the phone, he saw a message pop up on the screen.

Zhang Zijie: [Happy Valentine’s Day, Senior Song. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other. The things I want to say to you are hidden in the time I sent this message. (Shy) (Shy)]

Tan Yue subconsciously looked up at the time the message was sent— 5:20 in the afternoon.

Tan Yue: “…”

You’re quite the player!

**520 sounds like “I love you” in Chinese. (520) is pronounced (wǔ èr líng), which sound very similar to (我爱你-I love you)（wǒ ài nǐ）

At this moment, the phone vibrated again, and it was still from Zhang Zijie.

Zhang Zijie: [I hope that Senior Song’s answer to me will be the time of this message. (Hopeful) (Hopeful)]

Tan Yue put the phone on the sofa with a poker face. If his expression were accompanied by music, it would be “It’s getting cold, let the Zhang family go bankrupt.”

He walked Into the kitchen, and the rich aroma of food filled the air. Tan Yue hadn’t eaten properly lately, and he had been drinking porridge since he came back. The smell of food made his appetite start to grow.

When Song Linchu heard him enter, he said, “Gege, are you awake? Wait another ten minutes, and it’ll be ready!”

“Do you need any help?” Tan Yue asked.

“Uh… “ Song Linchu thought for a moment. “Then, please pick a bottle of red wine from your wine cabinet.”

“Okay.”

Tan Yue turned around to prepare the wine, while Song Linchu finished the last dish, arranged it on the plate, and carried it to the fourth floor.

The villa’s fourth floor had a terrace where one could drink coffee. The view was particularly good, and Song Linchu placed the flowers he had ordered on the table, and then, under the guidance of Butler Liu on the phone, found all kinds of candles and candlesticks from the storage room and lit them up.

Tan Yue had already finished the wine and, following Song Linchu’s instructions, went upstairs.

He saw the romantic candlelight dinner under the night sky and was stunned.

The candlelit dinner that Song Linchu prepared was romantic and beautiful, with an exceptional ambiance that could rival the meticulously arranged ones in high-end restaurants, if not surpass them in terms of warmth.

“Gege, Happy Valentine’s Day,” Song Linchu stood amidst the flickering candlelight, smiling at him. The warm yellow glow enveloped him in a hazy veil, highlighting his stunning appearance to a degree that almost seemed unreal.

Tan Yue was momentarily stunned by Song Linchu appearance under the candle light, then a smile appeared on his usually indifferent face.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said.

“Gege, come sit down,” Song Linchu walked over and pulled him to a seat.

Tan Yue placed the red wine and decanter on the table, next to the carefully arranged dishes on the table. Song Linchu was probably born with cooking skills, even with this kind of Western-style cooking, it didn’t give him any trouble. The presentation was no worse than a high-end restaurant.

“This candlelit dinner is nice, right?” Song Linchu waited for praise.

Tan Yue wasn’t someone who would say something stupid, so he nodded and said, “Better than Yunxi.”

Unfortunately, Tan Yue’s rare moment of deviation from a straight steel man still backfired.

Song Linchu glared at him, “How do you know that? Did you go have a candlelit dinner with some little fairy?”

“…”

Tan Yue enjoyed this kind of spoiled behavior, so he patiently explained, “The candlelit dinner is just one of their selling points, not everything. I’ve had dinner there with a client.”

“Oh, I see,” Song Linchu said.

Having reassured him, Tan Yue picked up the decanter, poured red wine into Song Linchu’s glass, and was about to pour it into his own glass when Song Linchu stopped him, saying, “You can’t drink!”

Tan Yue’s hand stopped, and he saw Song Linchu suddenly pick up a small medicine bottle from under the table and pour it into his glass, saying, “Drink this instead.”

A faint medicinal scent spread, and Tan Yue asked, “What is this?”

“It’s cooling tea, isn’t it similar to red wine?” Song Linchu looked pleased with himself. “Just pretend it’s red wine.”

Tan Yue: “…”

You’re really clever.

Song Linchu raised his glass and said, “Come on, gege, cheers.”

Tan Yue raised his glass and clinked it with him.

Song Linchu took a sip of the red wine, but he wasn’t a heavy drinker, and he didn’t usually like to drink. So he couldn’t really tell whether the wine was good or not, but he couldn’t help asking, “Gege, is this wine expensive?”

“It’s not too expensive, less than seven figures,” Tan Yue said.

Less than seven figures, less than seven figures, less than seven figures… this sentence looped endlessly in Song Linchu’s mind. Then he cursed inwardly, less than seven figures meant less than hundreds of thousands!

Was he drinking wine, or gold?

Song Linchu knelt down to the wealthy.

This candlelit dinner, which could have been sustained by a few hundred yuan worth of ingredients, was elevated by this bottle of wine.

Moreover, the portion of the wine that should have been shared by two people was not consumed by the wealthy guest who couldn’t drink, and Song Linchu, not wanting to waste it, drank it all.

The red wine had a strong aftertaste, and by the time Tang Yue realized that the speaker’s sentence structure was incorrect, it was too late.

Under the flickering candlelight, Song Linchu’s face was flushed, and his eyes were clouded with a drunken haze.

“Gege,” someone looked at him and began to speak drunkenly, “you have become so many, there are 1, 2…6 geges!”

“…”

The night was dark, and although there was warm wind blowing out from inside, this terrace could not resist the chilling air, and Tang Yue was afraid that he would catch a cold. He walked over and said, “It’s cold here, let’s go back to the room first.”

“Wait! I haven’t given you your gift yet.”

Tang Yue’s eyes lifted slightly.

Song Linchu fished around in his pocket and pulled out a delicate box with a ribbon tied in the shape of a flower.

He handed it over to Tang Yue with a smiling face, “Here!”

Tang Yue took it and said, “Thank you.”

“Open it and take a look,” Song Linchu urged when he saw Tang Yue was about to put the box away.

Following his words, Tang Yue untied the ribbon and opened the box. When he saw the jewelry box inside, he felt that they might have overdone it with their gifts.

Under someone’s eager anticipation, he opened the jewelry box, and was taken aback.

The box was not filled with what he had imagined, but rather a delicate suit pin.

The pin was shaped like clusters of silver pine needles, forming a unique shape, with a blue gemstone decorating the top, like a moon surrounded by stars, elegant and exquisite, suitable for wearing at formal dinners and other formal occasions, without losing Tang Yue’s status.

“Did you design this yourself?” Tang Yue asked.

“Yeah,” Song Linchu’s eyes sparkled, “Do you like it?”

Tang Yue nodded, “I really like it.”

Song Linchu’s face lit up with a smile as he reached out his hand to him without any hesitation. “So, where’s my gift?”

Tan Yue looked at the slender, fair hand in front of him, and took it in his own hand, saying in a low voice, “I left in my bedroom downstairs. Let’s go and have a look.”

“Okay.”

With Tan Yue’s help, Song Linchu stood up, swaying unsteadily. “I feel so dizzy,” he said.

Tan Yue steadied him. “I warned you not to drink too much.”

“Hmph, it’s your fault for pouring out so much of that expensive wine. Do you think it’s okay to waste something that costs nearly a million?”

Silence hung in the air as Tan Yue weighed the risks of telling him that the wine had cost even more than that.

“Stand firm,” Tan Yue murmured, waiting until Song Linchu had regained his balance. He then blew out all the candles, held on to his companion, and led him to the elevator.

Rather than heading directly to the second floor, Tan Yue first took him to the first floor.

When you’re this drunk, you need something to sober you up first.

Song Linchu was completely out of it, but he was also obedient. When Tan Yue told him to sit on the sofa, he sat down and waited. Tan Yue then went into the kitchen.

Unfortunately, Tan Yue’s culinary skills were non-existent. He couldn’t even whip up a sobering soup, and all the servants were on holiday. So he called Butler Liu, the housekeeper, who gave him instructions on how to make the simplest honey water.

When he emerged from the kitchen with a cup of honey water, Song Linchu was still sitting where he had left him, but his demeanor had changed.

He was slumped In the soft sofa, holding a cushion as if it were his only possession, looking melancholy and forlorn.

Song Linchu’s gaze remained fixed on the front, as if he were lost in thought, or perhaps consumed by some sadness that had overtaken him.

“Yanyan,” Tan Yue called him by his nickname.

Song Linchu turned his head, and Tan Yue noticed that his eyes were filled with sadness, as if he was about to lose something important. He seemed both frightened and sad.

Tan Yue walked over and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I feel so sad,” Song Linchu muttered.

His voice was muffled and somewhat indistinct, and Tan Yue thought he was uncomfortable, so he said, “Come, drink some honey water, and you won’t feel uncomfortable anymore.”

“Oh,” Song Linchu took the honey water and obediently drank the entire cup. Tan Yue put the cup aside, then took him upstairs and into the room.

“Sit here, I’ll go get something,” Tan Yue helped him sit on the small sofa in the room, but just as he was about to turn around, Song Linchu suddenly hugged his waist in the sitting position and buried his head in his clothes.

“Gege,” Song Linchu’s tone was very muffled, with a hint of hoarseness, “Don’t leave me.”

“I won’t leave. I’m getting you a present,” Tan Yue replied.

“I don’t want a present!” Song Linchu rubbed his head against him, “I just want gege.”

“…” It was too clingy.

Moreover, the place he rubbed against was not really dangerous, but Tan Yue, a young man who had no sexual life, could not stand it at all, especially since it was… the person he liked.

However, as soon as he reached out to push Song Linchu away, he felt someone tighten their grip.

“Don’t leave me,” he repeated softly, “Gehe, don’t leave me, okay?”

It is said that when one is drunk, their truest emotions are revealed, and this insecure Song Linchu made it impossible for Tan Yue to resist. He only had one thought in his mind: Song Linchu loves him so much.

More than what he had felt and imagined.

Tan Yue had no idea that the drunken person in his arms was thinking about how he was about to die and how he didn’t want Tan Yue to leave him, so he kept asking him not to leave.

That time he fainted really scared Song Linchu, who had no idea what to do. He realized just how close Tan Yue was to death.

And he couldn’t bear to let him die.

The two of them were communicating across servers, not feeling anything unusual, but as Tan Yue was rubbed and pushed around by Song Linchu, the small sparks quickly turned into a big fire, and it seemed to be spreading rapidly.

His voice was low and hoarse, ”You let go first, I really won’t leave. If you don’t believe me, you can hold my hand.”

“But,” Song Linchu muttered in a low voice, “I held my mother’s hand, and she still left.”

… What does that have to do with anything?

Tan Yue was rendered motionless by his rubbing and pushing, and Song Linchu was oblivious to it all as he hugged him and murmured, “Gege, your belt is poking me.”

… What kind of innocent college student talk was this?

He was wearing home clothes, where did the belt come from?

“Is your belt fastened here?”

But the more ignorant the other party is, the more deadly it is. Tan Yue’s “belt” was even more uncomfortable.

He gazed deeply at the head buried in his abdomen and coaxed, “Can I go change my pants first?”

Song Linchu held him tightly and said, “No.”

“…” Tan Yue was being tortured to death.

If this continues, something bad might happen. He could only forcibly break Song Linchu’s grip, but as soon as he stepped back, Song Linchu chased after him like he had lost something important.

As a result of drinking too much, his head was dizzy, and his left and right feet tripped each other, causing him to fall forward.

Tan Yue was shocked and rushed forward to catch him, but the drunkard was completely out of it. Even when he was about to fall, he still stubbornly grabbed him.

He pulled Tan Yue was pulled and knocked him down to the ground.

Fortunately, the ground was covered with thick carpet, so apart from a dull “thud,” there was no substantial harm.

Song Linchu was lying on top of him and seemed to be stunned too. He propped himself up with one hand next to Tan Yue’s body, lifted his head, and shook it, saying, “I feel so dizzy.”

“Did you hurt yourself?” Tan Yue asked.

Song Linchu didn’t answer. He tilted his head and looked at Tan Yue, who he used as a cushion, and suddenly said, “Gege, you’re so handsome.”

“…” Did the script change?

Tan Yue pursed his lips. He didn’t know if he was handsome or not, but he desperately needed to go to the bathroom.

He was about to push someone away when Song Linchu blinked his eyes and said, “I want to kiss you.”

As he said that, he leaned down without caring whether Tan Yue was willing or not and pressed his lips against Tan Yue’s.

The young man’s breath, full of the smell of alcohol, poured down, and his soft lips kissed him randomly, stimulating the older man’s weak defense.

Tan Yue held onto his shoulders with both hands, not knowing whether he wanted to push him away or pull him closer.

“Gege,” a few minutes later, Song Linchu finally stopped his dangerous behavior and raised his head to look at Tan Yue, with a pitiful plea in his eyes. “Can you kiss me too?”

“…” This time the older man was really going to die.

Unable to control himself any longer, Tan Yue pulled Song Linchu’s head down and took the initiative to kiss him…

…….

At first, Tan Yue just wanted to kiss Song Linchu.

But alcohol is contagious. As they kissed, their bodies were stirred up with the most primitive desires. Combined with someone’s reckless teasing, he couldn’t control himself anymore.

He felt that he was also drunk; otherwise, why would he pick up the young man who was dizzy from his kisses, put him on the bed, and bully him again?

“I’ll give you one last chance to push me away.” Tan Yue’s voice was hoarse, like a dormant beast.

Song Linchu innocently tilted his head. Although he was intoxicated, his subconsciousness was still deeply ingrained.

For example, Tan Yue couldn’t do it.

Or, he was a terminally ill patient he didn’t want to push away. Otherwise, he would leave him forever, like his mother.

Therefore, despite feeling a little scared and shrinking away from Tan Yue’s intense gaze, he didn’t believe that Tan Yue would do anything drastic.

Song Linchu hooked his hand around Tan Yue’s neck and said, “Don’t push me away, gege.”

Tan Yue asked uncertainly, “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Song Linchu tightened his grip. “I want to be with gege for the rest of my life.”

“Okay,” Tan Yue lowered his head and planted a kiss on Song Linchu’s nose. “We’ll be together forever.”

…

…

At first, Song Linchu didn’t sense that anything was wrong. But as he was flipped over onto the pillow, he felt that something was off. However, the rare tenderness from this straight steel man and his own drunken mind quickly pushed the thought aside…

Until the “belt” grazed a place that had never been explored by another.

Song Linchu finally realized, albeit belatedly, that he was drunk. He grabbed Tan Yue’s hand and said, “Gege?!”

However, it was too late. The arrow was already on the string, and calling him “dad” wouldn’t have made a difference.