After Marrying The Wrong Person, I Can’t Leave

Chapter 72

Tan Yue was such a vicious person, knowing well that he could hang the underwear in the bathroom but deliberately took it out.

Song Linchu bought these underwear for ten yuan for three pairs at a street stall. Since the solid-colored ones he wanted were only available in two pairs, the shopkeeper gave him this one to make up the number.

There was nothing particularly special about this pair of underwear, just a decent color and design, with a cute pair of big eyes painted on the front.

Cute yet wicked, who knows which devil came up with such a design.

Tan Yue suppressed his laughter and hung the cute underwear on the balcony to dry.

When he returned to the room and saw Song Linchu looking so embarrassed as if he would run away with the entire world in the next second, Tan Yue held back his urge to tease him.

“You can rest at home. If you need anything, tell Butler Liu. I’m off to work,” he said.

Song Linchu was eager for him to leave and almost immediately replied, “Please go, goodbye.”

Tan Yue nodded, turned around, and left the room.

Song Linchu let out a sigh of relief, but before he could fully relax, Tan Yue suddenly turned back at the doorway.

“W-what?” Song Linchu was still in the midst of wanting to crawl into a hole and couldn’t dare to look at Tan Yue.

Without saying a word, Tan Yue came back pecked him on the corner of his mouth.

“A morning kiss,” Tan Yue said.

Song Linchu: “…?”

When did their relationship become close enough to have morning kisses?!

However, after Tan Yue finished kissing, he reached out and rubbed the corner of Song Linchu’s mouth, saying, “See you tonight,” then turned around and left, leaving behind a bewildered Song Linchu.

Once Tan Yue closed the door behind him and left, Song Linchu immediately jumped onto the balcony and took down the underwear that Tan Yue had left hanging there.

He wanted to destroy it completely, preferably by burning it, and bury the ashes at the bottom of the sea, never to see the light of day again!

Not long after Tan Yue left, Butler Liu brought up a wheelchair.

Song Linchu didn’t expect that a slight sprain in his foot would result in him being treated with a wheelchair. When Butler Liu asked if he needed to go back to school, he immediately declined.

He was already well known at school. If he were to go to school in a wheelchair, it would surely be discussed on the forums again.

It’s better to forget about It.

He was just in his freshman year, mostly taking general courses like calculus and English, so missing a few days of classes wouldn’t be a problem.

So Song Linchu rested at Tan Yue’s house for a few days, being pampered with delicious food and drink by Tan Yue’s chef. His complexion visibly improved, becoming healthier.

But Song Linchu was conflicted deep down.

He didn’t know what to make of his relationship with Tan Yue.

He admitted that he had some affection for Tan Yue, but it hadn’t reached the point of liking him yet.

It was somewhere between being more than friends but less than lovers.

Tan Yue would occasionally kiss him, and he always felt a mix of strangeness, enjoyment, and discomfort. The way Tan Yue kissed him was so comfortable that he couldn’t bear to push him away. Song Linchu felt he was toxic, and even developed a sense of guilt for taking advantage of Tan Yue.

He took advantage of him in terms of food, shelter, and emotionally, because he made him feel comfortable and he couldn’t bring himself to refuse.

Thinking like this, he felt so despicable.

For the first time in his innocent college life, Song Linchu experienced a sense of guilt for being a scumbag.

Fortunately, Song Linchu’s foot wasn’t severely injured. After resting for a while, it was almost healed. He had only taken ten days of leave from school, and he had to go back for classes.

Before leaving, Song Linchu planned to confess to Tan Yue, admitting that he was a scumbag.

On this day, Tan Yue had an important meeting to attend. He dressed formally, even wearing the pin that Song Linchu had designed for him, and proudly told others that it was designed by his lover.

At that moment, his business partners learned that the young and stern patriarch of the Tan family had a lover who was a designer.

When the meeting and dinner with the business partners was over, it was already past nine in the evening.

The driver slowly stopped the car in the courtyard of the Tan villa and respectfully said to the man in the back seat who had closed his eyes, “Sir, we have arrived home.”

Tan Yue opened his eyes, and the driver got out to open the car door for him. To the driver’s surprise, Tan Yue didn’t immediately get out of the car. Instead, he took the suit jacket that was placed aside and put it on.

The driver was momentarily stunned.

The weather had cooled a bit in recent days, but it was still not cold enough to require a suit jacket. Wearing it when returning home seemed a bit… strange.

Even more strange, Tan Yue took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from the compartment in the car door and put them on…

But the driver thought to himself that Tan Yue could dress and wear whatever he wanted. It wasn’t his place to comment.

After putting on the glasses, Tan Yue smoothed out the wrinkles of his suit and then got out of the car.

He fastened his jacket with one hand and even checked his appearance in the rearview mirror to ensure everything was in order before stepping into the villa’s entrance.

Because of his guilty conscience, Song Linchu heard the sound of the car entering the courtyard and went to the shoe cabinet in the foyer. He took out Tan Yue’s indoor shoes and was about to put them on the floor for him to change into when he saw Tan Yue entering the house. In that moment, Song Linchu’s hand holding the shoes froze.

Song Linchu was a bit of a suit con.

Previously, due to the hot weather, Tan Yue mostly wore various combinations of shirts and trousers. It was the first time Song Linchu saw him in a formal suit.

Tan Yue already looked aloof and handsome. When wearing a well-tailored suit, with a bow tie and the lapel pin Song Linchu had designed, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses resting on his nose, he looked even more aloof and restrained. Song Linchu’s hand holding the shoes tightened involuntarily.

Damn, he looks… so handsome!

In that moment, Song Linchu suddenly felt like he was in love.

Seeing the instant change in someone’s eyes, Tan Yue smirked in satisfaction.

It seemed that his guess was correct. Song Linchu indeed liked him in formal attire.

As long as he wore a suit and returned home, someone would be particularly excited during their intimate moments and was willing to try out more things… ahem.

But what Tan Yue didn’t know was that Song Linchu had always liked men in suits. When Tan Mingqing, who was pursuing him, found out about this little quirk, he often took the opportunity to wear suits.

However, Tan Mingqing, as young and handsome as he was, looked like a child trying on adult clothes when he wore a suit. It wasn’t attractive at all, and it made Song Linchu lose interest in this particular quirk.

Later on, Tan Yue’s well-dressed appearance brought his aesthetic sense back on track, but it seemed that he had been deeply affected by Tan Mingqing and just couldn’t control himself whenever he saw Tan Yue in a suit.

Now, the scheming Tan Yue had hit the jackpot and caught the perfect timing. Song Linchu was instantly hooked.

“Little Lin,” Tan Yue called him.

“Yeah?”

“Give me my shoes.”

Only then did Song Linchu realize that he was holding Tan Yue’s indoor shoes in his hands. He quickly placed the shoes by Tan Yue’s feet.

“Brother, is this the pin I designed?” Song Linchu asked.

Tan Yue responded with a confirming “Mmm.”

Although Song Linchu already knew the answer, he couldn’t help but feel a little happy upon hearing Tan Yue’s definite response.

He thought Tan Yue had given it away a long time ago, but apparently not.

After changing his shoes, Tan Yue saw Song Linchu still standing there in a daze and asked casually, “Is there something else?”

“I…,” Song Linchu had originally come to bravely admit his mistakes, but upon seeing how handsome Tan Yue looked, he…

He wanted to continue.

“It’s nothing.” Song Linchu lowered his head, feeling somewhat guilty.

Tan Yue responded casually and walked towards the living room.

Butler Liu approached to ask if Tan Yue needed a meal. After receiving a negative answer, he went to make a cup of coffee for Tan Yue and tactfully exited, not wanting to be a third wheel.

After taking a sip of coffee, Tan Yue asked Song Linchu, “Are you going back to school tomorrow?”

“Yes, my foot is much better now. Thank you for taking care of me during this time.”

“It’s not like I’m taking care of you,” Tan Yue set down his coffee cup and said, “No need to be polite with me.”

“Oh…” Song Linchu didn’t know why, but he felt that Tan Yue seemed a bit distant today.

He was about to leave, yet Tan Yue didn’t try to keep him.

He didn’t remind him to be careful with his foot or anything like that.

He didn’t even take the opportunity… to kiss him.

Under normal circumstances, faced with a Tan Yue like this, Song Linchu would definitely retreat into his own shell like a turtle.

But today, perhaps due to Tan Yue’s charming appearance in a suit, Song Linchu couldn’t help but feel a sense of anxiety and uncertainty.

He even wondered if, after spending this period of time together, Tan Yue had also realized that he wasn’t as good as he imagined, and his feelings weren’t as strong as before.

Humans were such strange creatures. When someone was pursuing them, they always felt that they didn’t like them that much.

But once that person retreated, they realized that they didn’t feel as indifferent as they thought.

Tan Yue took out his phone, glanced at it with lowered eyes, sensing the hesitation of the person sitting diagonally across from him. He smirked, but the cunning Tan Yue didn’t reveal it. He continued to look at his phone with a cold and distant expression.

After half a minute, Song Linchu finally spoke up.

“Brother, are you busy?”

Tan Yue looked up. “Do you need something else?”

“Nothing…,” murmured Song Linchu, absentmindedly picking at the sofa. “My foot seems to be hurting again, can you help me take a look.”

His ears were burning as he avoided looking at Tan Yue, despising himself for shamelessly coaxing a man to examine his foot.

“Isn’t it already better?” Tan Yue furrowed his brow slightly.

“I… I don’t know.”

“Let me have a look.”

Tan Yue set his phone aside, stood up and unbuttoned his suit jacket. He crouched down in front of Song Linchu and lifted his injured foot.

The young man’s foot was fair and beautiful. Tan Yue gently pressed a few times at Song Linchu’s ankle, causing him to reflexively flinch.

“Does it hurt?” Tan Yue asked, raising his gaze.

It wasn’t the pain. It was the tingling sensation that electrified him when the man’s fingers touched his skin. And from this angle, Tan Yue appeared even more handsome. A man in a tailored suit, squatting before him, exuded an unyielding masculine charm, making Song Linchu’s skin crawl.

“Yes, it hurts,” Song Linchu replied in a muffled voice.

“Should I apply some ointment again?”

“Yes.”

Tan Yue turned and went upstairs to get the medicine, Song Linchu quietly shook his foot that didn’t hurt at all, and he had a deeper understanding of how shameless he was.

Didn’t he say he didn’t like it? What is he doing now!

Song Linchu broke away from the state of being dazed by Tan Yue in the suit. No, he came to admit his mistake tonight, and he couldn’t make any more mistakes!

Song Linchu made up his mind again, and Tan Yue came down from upstairs with only the ointment in his hand.

“We’re out of cotton swabs.” President Tan lied shamelessly. “Can I use my hands? They’re clean.”

No!

Song Linchu wanted to tell Tan Yue that his foot wasn’t hurting anymore and there was no need to apply the ointment. He wanted to confess his mistakes.

“Okay.”

Wait, who just spoke?!

Song Linchu helplessly grabbed a cushion and held it, saying, “Thank you, brother.”

Tan Yue squatted down again, placing Song Linchu’s foot on his knee. He squeezed some ointment onto his fingers and gently spread it on Song Linchu’s ankle, massaging it lightly.

This was far more intense than the usual massage. Tan Yue’s fingers seemed to possess a magical power that evoked a tremor-inducing impulse wherever they went.

Perhaps the stimulation on his foot was too great, it triggered a chain reaction in other parts of his body.

Song Linchu shamefully realized that Tan Yue had unintentionally stimulated him.

Oh no…

Feeling embarrassed and utterly mortified, Song Linchu was thankful that he had just grabbed a cushion. It conveniently concealed his embarrassment. Clutching the cushion tightly, he held onto it as if his life depended on it, afraid it would betray him and run away.

Tan Yue, the scheming man, calmly applied the ointment to Song Linchu. When he finished pulling down Song Linchu’s pant leg, he looked up and saw Song Linchu tightly embracing the cushion, his face turning red, eyes watery, as if he had been bullied. Tan Yue’s breath hitched.

He wiped off the residual ointment with a tissue, suppressing the impulse to lean over and kiss Song Linchu. His voice was low and cold as he asked, “Why are your eyes wet? Did it hurt that much?”

“…” Song Linchu wished he could find a hole to hide in.

If only it were because of the pain.

“Y-yes,” Song Linchu stammered.

“Then continue using the wheelchair.”

How could your mouth, with a temperature of over 30 degrees, utter such icy words!

“…Okay.”

Seeing Song Linchu’s pitiful appearance, Tan Yue pressed further, standing up and saying, “I’ll go take a shower. You should rest early too.”

As he turned to leave, Song Linchu hastily reached out and grabbed Tan Yue’s sleeve.

This familiar action caused Tan Yue to smile, but when he turned around, his face was cold and indifferent. He asked, “Is there something else?”

Song Linchu didn’t know why he grabbed Tan Yue’s sleeve or what he intended to do. Tan Yue’s indifference made him feel both frustrated and aggrieved.

Especially when Tan Yue saw that he didn’t respond and uttered a cold, hard “Hmm?” expressing his confusion.

With his eyes closed, Song Linchu made up his mind and said boldly, “You haven’t given me a goodnight kiss today.”