After Marrying The Wrong Person, I Can’t Leave

Chapter 75

Song Linchu came to Tan Yue’s place out of trust, daring to even run into his room so late at night.

After all, Tan Yue looked so mature and reliable, standing alone like a radiant moon in the breeze. In addition, he was seven years older, there was a sense of trust in a mature man.

However, ultimately, Song Linchu was too naïve to understand how terrifying a possessive man could be.

What was more infuriating was that Tan Yue gave him enough opportunities to back out, but his mind went blank, and he didn’t run…

This man must have put a spell on him!

Tan Yue went to close the windows tightly, turned off the main light in the room, leaving only a softly colored bedside lamp.

The light cast a veil-like layer throughout the room, while the lingering warmth from the bathroom seeped out, blending with the air beneath the play of shadows.

Perhaps the air carried too many intense elements, causing the oxygen to thin. People inside the room seemed to be competing for air, each breath heavier than the last, and was particularly noticeable in the tranquil space.

Bathed in Tan Yue’s slightly chilly gaze, Song Linchu felt as if he had been scorched by fire.

A thin layer of blush covered his neck and face, and he closed his eyes, as if pretending not to see the man.

Yet, the man leaned over, his scorching lips pressing against Song Linchu’s eyelids, making them feel like they were about to ignite.

Song Linchu trembled all over and turned his head, refusing to let him kiss.

He heard the man chuckle deeply, as if it emanated from his chest. This faint laughter stripped away the man’s usual coldness, and it contained something inexplicable.

Song Linchu’s ears were stunned by the laughter, as if an electric current had surged through, leaving his whole body numb.

Tan Yue’s scorching fingers gently pinched his chin, turning his face toward him. In the next second, a burning kiss landed on the lips that still shimmered with the lingering moisture from the previous kiss.

The oxygen in the air seemed even thinner.

The 18-year-old youth, like a budding flower, delicate and tender, seemed ready to bloom at the slightest breeze.

But there were a pair of destructive hands that mercilessly ravaged this newly blossomed flower.

Those hands had slender, well-defined fingers, as if crafted by a meticulous creator. Each joint was flawless, like flawless white jade, pleasing to the eye.

However, their beauty only remained superficial, unable to change the fact that they were the hands of a destroyer.

The moon rose to the middle of the sky.

The cold white moonlight seeped through the gaps in the curtains, seemingly blurred by the slightly damp air inside, just like the room’s soft lighting, creating an ethereal ambiance.

The intertwining white and yellow rays illuminated a corner at the foot of the bed, revealing a pair of snow-white feet peeping out from under the covers.

Those feet were snow-white and delicate, with neatly manicured toenails. Each toe resembled a section of precious jade, glimmering delicately, and curled, as if they were enduring something on behalf of their owner.

On the smooth instep, there was a dark mole, perhaps due to the dim lighting or some other reason, the mole had taken on a tinge of crimson.

The bud gradually bloomed under the caress of the spring breeze.

Just as it was unfolding towards the sun, a massive wave crashed, intruding upon its serene world, destroying its beautiful sanctuary, trampling recklessly within its realm.

Song Linchu was like a small boat, tossed back and forth by the pounding waves, as if each oncoming wave would submerge it, yet it managed to adjust when the tide receded, never succumbing to the tempest.

Amidst the undulating swells, it somehow grew accustomed to the rhythm of the surging waves, even learning to coexist with them, finding pleasure in riding each wave and soaring into the heavens.

The moon disappeared behind a thin veil of clouds.

Downstairs, Butler Liu, who about to retire for the night, noticed a few dark clouds in the sky and, fearing rain, instructed the servants to bring in the items placed outside.

The sound of the servants retrieving the belongings was a bit loud, and whispers reached the ears of the youth already blushing crimson, his entire body suffused with a crimson hue. He wished he could bury his entire face in the softness of the pillow.

Yet the despicable scoundrel didn’t cater to his wishes.

Indulging in a lavish feast didn’t deter him from tormenting Song Linchu. Tan Yue dug out the person, whose face was already heated enough to fry an egg, from amidst the pillows. Seeing the wetness in his eyes, he extended his hand to touch the corner of his eye and softly said, “Call me gege.”

“…”

Though it was just three ordinary words, they stirred even stronger emotions in the youth’s eyes.

He felt as if he had suffered a great injustice, unable to find anyone to stand up for him. However, the grievance in his eyes just brought about a formidable storm, like a hurricane sweeping through, unstoppable and destructive.

In the midst of a colossal storm that seemed to turn the world upside down, the warm bedside lamp reflected disarrayed lights in Song Linchu’s eyes.

Like if a person who had experienced a great catastrophe and yearned for a moment of tranquility, his lips moved, and finally, with difficulty, he uttered a few syllables.

“Ge…gege…”

Tang Yue revealed a hint of satisfaction. Song Linchu thought he was pleased and was about to heave a sigh of relief, but an even more cruel storm struck.

Under this overwhelming impact, the foot at the end of the bed twitched as if struck by a tremendous force. Then, the beautiful toes suddenly curled and straightened, revealing the twisted veins on the instep.

This decisive blow inflicted enormous damage upon the arrogant waves, and after a few reluctant clashes with the rocks, the waves finally ceased.

The dark clouds dissipated, and sunshine swiftly appeared, as if the clear sky had arrived in an instant.

The boat, which had been ravaged by the typhoon for half a day, finally reached the shore.

The fragmented sunlight landed on the boat’s hull with a scorching heat that was hotter than boiling water.

Song Linchu seemed to have been scorched by the sunlight. His whole body jolted for a moment, then slumped heavily. His weak hand shielded his eyes. Was it over?

Was it all over? He was about to die.

However, he clearly underestimated the terrifying storm on the sea. One moment it was still sunny, and the next moment it came back with a vengeance.

The night had just begun…

….

Having learned from his past experience, President Tan was well aware of the importance of not eating too much and didn’t go overboard this time.

In addition, he had prepared everything in advance, including medication. With his increased experience, his techniques had become more refined. This time, Song Linchu didn’t get injured or feel uncomfortable. After taking a shower, he wrapped himself in a blanket and fell into a deep sleep.

A night passed without any more words.

Perhaps it was due to the young man feeling good, Song Linchu slept soundly throughout the night. He didn’t wake up until noon the next day, his biological clock failing to rouse him naturally.

President Tan had also just woken up and was in the bathroom, washing up. He quickly finished and came out when he heard the commotion outside, and indeed, he saw Song Linchu awake.

Song Linchu was struggling to reach the clothes placed on the chair next to the bed. Upon hearing the sound made by Tan Yue, he recoiled like a startled rabbit, retreating into his blanket, with only a fluffy head peeking out.

Tan Yue approached to help him put the clothes on the bed. Seeing how Song Linchu wished he could wrap himself up like a dumpling, as if Tan Yue was the flower thief who would do something to him, Tan Yue felt both angry and amused.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen it before, why are you hiding?”

“I-I don’t need you to care!”

The young man said with a menacing tone, but his voice lacked conviction compared to the person in the future who left in anger and ran away in the future, making him more like a paper tiger.

Tan Yue had eaten his little cabbage and was feeling pleased.

The little cabbage was too sweet, and the taste lingered. He wished he could eat it three times a day.

Of course, that was just wishful thinking. He shouldn’t scare the person away again.

However, he must have left a good impression on the person. He had been so gentle yesterday and only had two servings of cabbage.

Most importantly, the 18-year-old young man, with his prickly appearance and a single-minded focus on money and studies, was evidently easier to deceive and coax. Thinking that Song Linchu could enjoy a cabbage life of only eating, working, and offering for the foreseeable future, Tan Yue was elated.

“Well then, I’ll have the kitchen prepare some food.”

Hs patted Song Linchu’s exposed head affectionately, then got up and left, leaving the shy person to get dressed.

The considerate man went out and closed the door, leaving Song Linchu alone.

Enduring the discomfort of his body, Song Linchu gritted his teeth and put on his clothes. He returned to his own room and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

When he saw himself in the mirror, Song Linchu was startled. The person in the mirror had red and slightly swollen eyes, as if he had been crying.

That was due to being overstimulated, leading to physiological of tears.

Song Linchu couldn’t bear to look directly and averted his gaze, lowering his head to brush his teeth.

He realized that the dog man enjoyed tormenting him.

The more he suffered, the more it stimulated the man.

Unbelievable! Damn bastard!

Feeling wronged, Song Linchu rubbed his eyes and cursed the dog man in his heart for a while before reluctantly brushing his teeth.

Tan Yue sent someone to bring food from the kitchen, which consisted of porridge and some light dishes.

Song Linchu ate some of the plain porridge and dishes, but he still felt very uncomfortable, so he went back to his room to rest.

However, being a young person, his body had strong recovery abilities. By Sunday, he was lively and full of energy again.

So on seeing Song Linchu looking refreshed, Tan Yue felt relieved and asked, “The headquarters of Loe in China has been arranged. Do you want to go take a look?”

Loe was the jewelry company Tan Yue had acquired. Initially, Wanou had not been involved in the high-end jewelry segment, but for Song Linchu, Tan Yue acquired this established jewelry enterprise, giving the brand a chance for a new lease of life.

Originally, Loe’s headquarters was in Country F, but now that it had been acquired by Wanou, the headquarters naturally had to be moved to China.

Song Linchu’s eyes brightened. “Great! Let me change my clothes.”

“Okay”

Considering Song Linchu’s convenience, the Loe headquarters was set up very close to his school. It was only a fifteen-minute walk from the school gate.

Song Linchu stood in front of the magnificent office building, realizing that he would be working here in the future. It felt exciting yet surreal.

“Will Mr. Alx come as well?” He turned his head, his eyes shining as he looked at Tan Yue.

Tan Yue reminded him expressionlessly, “Today is the weekend.”

“Oh…” Song Linchu clearly felt a bit disappointed.

Tan Yue couldn’t bear to see him like this and coughed lightly, saying, “There will be plenty of opportunities in the future.”

“That’s true,” Song Linchu became excited again, and with anticipation, he said, “We will be colleagues in the future. I wonder if he’ll get annoyed if I frequently look for him. No, I have to control myself and not cling to him too much.”

Tan Yue: …

Tan Yue’s heart churned with jealousy.

He will keep Alx from coming to the company unnecessarily.

After all, he was just a consultant, a gimmick to lure someone. It would be enough for him to appear once or twice a year.

“You’re really kind!” Song Linchu didn’t know what he was fantasizing about, but he turned his head and looked at him with clear eyes.

Perhaps due to their deepening relationship, Song Linchu no longer addressed him with formalities.

Song Linchu glanced around like a thief. It was Sunday, and the office building was empty. Seizing the opportunity, he quickly kissed Tan’s cheek and whispered, “Thank you, gege.”

President Tan’s whole body turned to mush.

Forget it, it would be fine if Alx came once a month.

There were hardly any people in the company except for the hardworking HR department. They were practically starting from scratch in China, and every position had to be recruited again, so the HR department was exhausted.

Tan Yue instructed HR to focus on their work and led Song Linchu to the entrance of an office with a sign that read “General Manager’s Office.”

“Hey, brother, is this your office?” Song Linchu asked curiously.

Tan Yue used his fingerprint to unlock the door and pushed it open, making a sound of approval.

In fact, for such subsidiary companies, professional CEOs were usually hired to manage them. Tan Yue didn’t have the spare time to manage it himself.

However, for a certain someone, Tan Yue set up an office here. Since Song Linchu wouldn’t be coming here every day, he would occasionally come and experience the joy of being someone’s boss.

The office was bright and clean, with the morning sunlight streaming in from outside, creating a sense of tranquility. Everything in the office was brand new and exuded a sense of low-key luxury and simplicity, which made the inexperienced Song Linchu’s eyes widen.

Apart from Tan Yue’s home, this was the first time he had been to such a magnificent place. He didn’t know where to put his hands and feet.

Thinking that this would be Tan Yue’s future workplace, Song Linchu pouted. This man really knew how to enjoy himself.

Tan Yue sat down on the comfortable executive chair and beckoned to Song Linchu, who was looking around. “Come here.”

Song Linchu walked over, blinking his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Tan Yue patted his legs. “Sit here.”

Song Linchu: “…?”

Song Linchu looked at Tan Yue in shock, seemingly unable to believe that Tan Yue was actually asking him to sit on his lap in broad daylight, and in a public place like the office.

This… This… This was too improper!

Tan Yue was pleased by his shocked expression. He had brought him to the office, closed and locked the door when they entered. Wasn’t his intention clear enough?

This naïve little bunny, how did he manage to survive until now without being deceived?

Tan Yue cleared his throat and said self-righteously, “Don’t you want to please your future boss?”

Song Linchu: “…”

Listen, was this even human language?

Facing the expressionless man, Song Linchu struggled for a moment, then walked over with an aggrieved expression and sat on his lap.

Tan Yue couldn’t help but enjoy the reluctant yet yielding expression on Song Linchu’s face, and he let out a soft laugh.

Song Linchu felt annoyed by his laughter, but he couldn’t do anything about this man.

How infuriating!

Who could cure him?

Perhaps the heavens heard Song Linchu’s inner prayer because in that instant when he sat down, he felt a slight dizziness.

A surge of forgotten memories, which originally belonged to him, rushed up like a tidal wave.

Song Linchu was taken aback, and his eyes immediately took on a subtle expression.

Author’s Note:

Let’s forget about 18-year-old Little Song Linchu dealing with this scumbag. Let’s have Big Song Linchu deal with him!