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Chapter 59
Make You Only Mine to Have
Sang Yan would’ve never thought that after a year had passed, he would hear those words come out of Wen Yifan’s mouth. What more, this time it upgraded to to level of ‘purchasing’ him.
He was a little lost for words, but at the same time felt like it was funny. “What can I do?”
Wen Yifan’s hands were ice cold after being exposed for so long while still touching his face. Her gaze were transfixed on him, while her fingers trailed downwards from his brows and stopped at the right side of his lips, where his dimple was.
She didn’t move anymore.
Her gaze trailed down with it.
“Say it,” Sang Yan surrendered to her touch, reaching out to her other hand and held it in his. “You want to purchase me, and then?”
“And then?” Wen Yifan belatedly thought about it, staring into his familiar eyes and honestly blurted what she felt, “And then I want to make you only mine to have.”
Sang Yan’s brows lightly jumped. “Do you still need to purchase me for that?”
“Yeah, I do. Because I saw you,” Wen Yifan pursed her lips and softly complained, “smile at other women.”
After that, she simply explained, “But I guess that’s your job requirement… Wait till I buy you out, then you won’t need to do these things anymore.”
“Wen Shuang Jiang, who taught you to get drunk and falsely accuse others?” Sang Yan grip tightened a little. “Those seated with us were all guys today, who did I smile at?”
Wen Yifan shook her head. “Not today.”
Sang Yan said, “Well, if it’s not today, then when was it?”
“The first time I went to OverTime,” Wen Yifan’s speed of speech was very slow, like she was recalling it, “In that one night alone, you smiled at four different women, and you even gave them your contact number.”
“…”
It was such a long time ago, Sang Yan had no memory of it, but he was very certain that he’d never done that before. He stared directly at her and brought out his phone from his pocket, “Have a look yourself.”
Before Wen Yifan could take the phone, the sound of a car arriving came from behind her.
Sang Yan tilted his head to have a look. It was an empty taxi. He pressed the device into her hand and raised his hand to hail it down. After that, he pulled her up and half hugged her in his arms. “Let’s go home.”
Wen Yifan held the phone in her hand and called out to him, “Sang Yan,”
“Hm?”
Wen Yifan was serious. “I’ve already prepared the money. You can’t smile at other people.”
“…”
Sang Yan held her gaze for a few seconds before deciding that it was impossible to communicate with this drunkard. He opened the door and pushed her into the car as he accepted the accusations, “Fine. I got it.”
Closing the door, Sang Yan got on the car from the other side.
He gave the address to the taxi driver and reached over to put on the seatbelt for Wen Yifan.
Staring at his actions and how close he was to her, Wen Yifan wasn’t very used to it. With the amount of alcohol in her system, she was dizzy and uncomfortable.
“Why do we need the seatbelts at the back?”
Sang Yan glanced up. “You need them anywhere you sit.”
“Oh,” Wen Yifan watched as he sat back. “So why won’t you put yours on.”
“It’s suffocating.”
Wen Yifan muttered an ‘oh’, like she understood what he said. The car fell silent again, but her gaze was still fixed on his body, and after a few seconds, she asked again, “So why won’t you put yours on.”
“…”
Sang Yan stared at her and belatedly put it on.
Wen Yifan finally looked satisfied at that. Her gaze travelled down to his left hand. His sleeves were slightly pushed up, the bracelet she gave him still resting on his left wrist, like he’d never removed it since.
A little pendant hung along the red thread. It didn’t suit his demeanour at all.
But after wearing it, it seemed to fit him quite well.
Wen Yifan grabbed his hand and gently caressed it. The image of Su Haoan roasting Sang Yan that night appeared in her mind. She felt oddly unhappy and softly asked, “Would people laugh at you for being girlish if you wear this?”
“Huh?” Sang Yan lazily said, “It’s none of their business.”
“…”
“We even left so early,” Wen Yifan did her best to think of the words as she slowly muttered, “I heard they said, what, there’ll be an environment like the bridal chambers…”
Sang Yan followed her speech speed and slowly said, “Because some drunkard got drunk.”
Hearing this, Wen Yifan observed him. “Did you get drunk?”
“…”
“Well, I’ll go make some honey for you when we get back,” Wen Yifan was more talkative when she was drunk, but it was still logical. “Then you should go to bed early. You still have work tomorrow, right?”
Sang Yan tilted his head. “What about you?”
Wen Yifan blinked. “I’ve got my annual leave tomorrow.”
“Hm,” Sang Yan lightly pinched the palm of her hand and casually said, “You have time, so you’re looking for things to do for me.”
“Well, I already planned to purchase you, so you’ve got to forget about this Star-Sang status of yours.” Wen Yifan steered the topic back there with a calm expression. “Whatever you do, you better do it properly.”
“…”
The first time Sang Yan got to know about the ‘Star’ title was because of Su Haoan. At that time, Su Haoan heard it from somewhere and was very dissatisfied. He even fought him over who deserved the title of ‘Star of Duo Luo Street’.
He was too lazy to deal with Su Haoan and didn’t care about that small issue.
But Sang Yan didn’t think that,
that title became his opportunity to meet Wen Yifan once again, and what more, she was still brooding over it.
After a short silence, Sang Yan let out a laugh he couldn’t hold back. His shoulders shook and his chest rumbled with it. After a while, he said, “Fine, your reasoning is logical.”
“…”
“Also, your boyfriend is still pure. He didn’t sell his craft, nor his body. He only used his talents to earn money,” Sang Yan said in a poetic, sing-song manner. “So the money you’re about to spend, you won’t waste a penny.”
Wen Yifan said, “I know.”
“That’s why, quickly come purchase me, okay?”
Wen Yifan nodded.
Listening to their words, the driver had a weird look on as he frequently glanced back using the rearview mirror. Only after he reached the entrance of Shang Du Hua City and after he accepted Sang Yan’s money, did he finally advice, “Miss, I see how pretty you are-“
Wen Yifan just got down the car and bent down to see the driver from the window, “Hm?”
“There’s no need for you to look for a hooligan for a boyfriend!”
“…”
Sang Yan immediately shut the door and laughed coldly, “Driver, there are still people like you doing business like this?”
“…”
The estates department of Shang Du Hua City were strict. Unregistered vehicles who wanted to enter had to go through the hassle of driving to the side to provide a bunch of documents. That’s why Sang Yan didn’t ask the driver to drive them in and only stop them at the side.
However, after sitting for so long, Wen Yifan seemed more drunk now. She could barely stand properly.
Sang Yan decided to just carry her on his back.
Wen Yifan rested her chin on his shoulder and wrapped her hands around his neck. She was a little tired now, but she was still muttering non-stop. “That’s why, you can’t rely on your appearance to put food on the table.”
Sang Yan quietly listened.
“There’s no future in doing that.”
“Hm,” Sang Yan replied. “No one says you rely on your appearance to put food on the table.”
Wen Yifan shook her head. “There are.”
Hearing that, Sang Yan’s footsteps paused and her turned. “Who?”
Wen Yifan looked like she was about to say something, but once she met the side of his face, she swallowed her words. She looked down and gave it a thought before belatedly saying, “Back when I was in Yihe, I was an intern for more than two years at the local newspaper before moving to Yihe TV Station.”
Sang Yan seldom hear her speak of the past, and his expression was slightly stunned.
“I was recommended by the newspaper and managed to get into one of their top news programmes,” said Wen Yifan. “I’d never thought I would make it in, since getting in that team was basically via connections. I just wanted to try it out.”
Sang Yan hummed. “And then?”
“And then,” Wen Yifan’s expressions became a little blank, like she really didn’t like this part of the memory. “After being there for a few months, I then found out that a lot of the team members were saying that, I got in because I slept with the editor-in-chief.”
“…”
“I didn’t really care about these things. After all, it’s their mouths, I can’t control them.” Wen Yifan softly said, “But I didn’t think that, that editor-in-chief, did want to sleep with me.”
Sang Yan’s pace came to a halt.
“He said that with this face of mine, I can just do anything and I’d earn much more than just being a journalist. It’d be much easier, so he didn’t know why I was trying so hard for the job. Sleeping with him for a few times wouldn’t cause me any harm.” Wen Yifan’s words stopped for a while before continuing, “…I really hate that place.”
Sang Yan softly coaxed her, “Hm, then we won’t go there next time.”
Wen Yifan’s voice was so soft, he almost missed it. “Why do they all have to, talk about me like that.”
Afraid that he might scare her, Sang Yan suppressed his anger and calmed his voice down.
“Because they’re crazy.”
“…”
“Sang Yan,”
“Hm?”
“Before I returned to Nanwu,” Wen Yifan softly said, “I dreamt of you.”
“…”
“I dreamt that you came to Yihe, and brought your,”
Perhaps she was getting really tired. Wen Yifan’s words were struggling to come out.
“-brought your, hmm, your wife. You guys were there for your honeymoon.”
Sang Yan laughed, “What kind of dream is that?”
Wen Yifan said, “You were exceptionally happy, you even smiled as you greeted me.”
It was odd.
At that point in time, Wen Yifan hadn’t thought of Sang Yan for a long time.
But when she woke up,
she suddenly felt like returning to Nanwu.
She hated Yihe.
She also hated Beiyu.
There wasn’t a town or city that she liked.
But at that moment,
she felt that, at least her father’s grave was in Nanwu.
At least, in Nanwu, there was still someone that she wanted to see, yet didn’t dare to see.
“Fine then,” Sang Yan gave it a thought before saying in a serious tone of voice. “We’ll go on a holiday in Yihe next time.”
“…”
Wen Yifan stared at his side profile and her eyes oddly started burning. She looked down and lightly sniffled before softly saying, “Sang Yan, I’m sorry.”
“Huh? Sorry for?”
“I’m too heavy.”
“I’ve not even said anything and you say you’re heavy?” Sang Yan laughed. “If you want to apologise, please take a look at the amount of meat you have on your body, will you? Your bones are stabbing me here.”
Wen Yifan didn’t reply and buried her face in the crook of his neck.
Sorry.
The stuff I said before, I was too harsh then.
Wen Yifan didn’t say any more. Her consciousness drifted as she placed her trust wholeheartedly on the man in front of her. Her eyelids drooped as her mind became heavy. She recalled what Chen Junwen had said at the ceremony.
“At that time, Fatty was in tears, like a crazy man. He thought Sang Yan was the girl he chased after back in university. He was shouting ‘Wan Lin! Am I your backup plan?!’ Sang Yan also drank too much, acting just as crazy as him. He was repeating after him.”
“Huh? What did Sang Yan say?”
…
She wasn’t sure if she hadn’t heard clearly and imagined the words, or it was what actually happened.
But Sang Yan, probably wouldn’t say those words.
He can’t say those words.
He was such a proud person, he should just continue being proud.
And not be knocked down by anything.
That’s why, he definitely won’t just be, waiting for her all this time.
The extreme guilt was pressing her down.
Wen Yifan hoped that this wasn’t the truth. She couldn’t handle it.
“What did he say?”
Wen Yifan didn’t dare to think any further.
She was at her limit and slowly, sleep overcame her and she was pulled into dreamland.
In her dreams, she was in a noisy food stall.
The young man was in a white shirt, the top few buttons were undone and his sleeves were rolled up. His eyes were dark and his gaze was blurred over by alcohol as he repeatedly slurred Qian Fei’s words, “Am I your backup plan?”
Chen Junwen was laughing at the side, “Sang Yan, are you bloody polluted by him now?”
“Am I your,” Sang Yan’s words were soft, like he hadn’t heard what his friend had said, “backup plan?”
“…”
The surroundings seemingly dragged away.
In the dream, the noisy background didn’t seem to be connected with him. It was like two separate worlds.
Sang Yan’s throat moved as he swallowed. The corners of his eyes were red from the alcohol. He lowered his eyes as he bit his lips, saying to himself in an almost quiet voice,
“A backup plan… is fine by me.”
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