Chapter 433: Day 38 into the Mary Sue Story

Chapter 433: Day 38 of Being Thrown Into a Mary Sue Novel

"Speaking of which, Xiao Lu was an absolute menace as a kid!" Lu's father took a sip of wine and shook his head with a laugh: "I remember one time, he used a pair of Grandpa's treasured antique porcelain vases as bowling balls and almost took the whole old house apart! His grandfather chased him around the entire courtyard!"

Everyone laughed, and Lu's mother added with a smile: "That's right! And another time, he insisted on climbing a tree to poke at a bird's nest, fell out of it, and ended up with his arm in a cast—still insisting it didn't hurt, grinning at us like a goofball."

Lu Lu's face instantly turned red. He snuck a glance at An Yi, scared these childhood stories would wreck the tall, mighty, reliable, and deeply devoted image he'd built in An Yi's eyes.

Seeing that An Yi was also listening with a smile, his gaze gentle and showing no sign of disdain, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Right—An Yi loved him that much. There's no way he'd look down on him!

An's mom chimed in with a smile, gazing at her son, who looked more polished than ever, with warmth and pride in her eyes: "Xiao Yi was easy to raise from a young age—quiet, liked reading and painting. It's just that he was always too quiet, never said much."

Lu's mom jumped right in, looking at An Yi with undisguised admiration: "Xiao Yi is truly wonderful—smart, sensible, measured, and his personality and looks are flawless."

She then turned to her own son, her tone dripping with that affectionate "I'm so disappointed in you" vibe: "Xiao Lu, on the other hand, is reckless, straightforward, and stubborn. Having Xiao Yi around to keep an eye on him and steer him straight is a real blessing. As parents, we can rest much easier."

Hearing this, An's mother smiled even more brightly, her gaze shifting between her son and Lu Lu, feeling satisfied as well: "Xiao Lu is great too. Sincere, passionate, responsible. Last time when Xiao Yi ran into trouble with that bastard from the Ye family, Xiao Lu rushed over without a second thought to protect him. We haven't forgotten that."

She paused, her tone growing softer: "It's best that the two children can look after each other and support each other. As parents, all we want is for them to be happy."

An's eldest brother sat nearby, cutting his steak while listening to the two families' mutual praise, silently grumbling to himself: How the hell did his little brother end up gay? And with someone so... well, intense?

But then, looking at An Yi's profile with that faint, doting smile, and then at Lu Lu's lovesick expression that screamed "I only have eyes for An An," An's eldest brother thought... whatever. As long as he's happy.

Judging by Lu Lu's demeanor, he was completely wrapped around An Yi's finger—easy to manage, wouldn't stir up any trouble. Fine.

As long as his little brother was happy, the other party came from a comparable family, had good character—even if a bit silly—and the family supported it, then there was no problem.

The two families went back and forth, teasing the two kids, and the mood got warmer and more lively.

Lu's eldest sister held her wine glass, watching her brother's dumb expression that practically had "An Yi is my boyfriend" written all over his face, then looked at An Yi's ever-composed demeanor across the table. It was painful to look at.

How could this kid look so stupid? An Yi really had his work cut out for him.

She lightly kicked Lu's second brother under the table and shot him a "take a look at your brother" look.

Lu's second brother was just chatting with An's eldest brother. Kicked by his sister, he followed her gaze to his younger brother and instantly understood.

He'd figured it out ages ago from Lu Lu's constant "An An this, An An that" at home that his little brother was a terminal case of lovesick brain rot!

His only hope now was that the two families would stay close, and that An Yi would keep "putting up with" Lu Lu—and that An Yi would never get annoyed and dump the silly kid.

Because with Lu Lu's "can't live without An Yi" attitude, he'd raise hell, maybe even threaten to off himself!

Just the thought of it was enough to give him chills!

He quickly raised his glass and toasted An's eldest brother again, steering the conversation toward even tighter cooperation.

Lu Lu listened to the elders' praise, his heart practically doing backflips with joy, totally oblivious to his sister's disgusted look or his second brother's hidden worry.

When he got happy, he tended to get carried away.

The glass in front of him was refilled again and again. At first, he remembered An Yi telling him to drink less, but the vibe was too good, and he was too pumped. One thing led to another—and since he didn't usually drink much—his cheeks went noticeably red, his eyes started to glaze over, all sparkly as he stared at An Yi, his grin getting dopier and dopier.

An Yi had long since noticed how fast Lu Lu was drinking and how red his face was getting.

An Yi set down his water glass, gave a soft cough, and looked calmly at Lu Lu, murmuring in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Drink less."

Lu Lu, soaking in the happiness, immediately straightened his back, trying to look sober, grinning goofily at An Yi. His voice was a bit louder than usual, all thick and slurred with drunk clinginess: "An An, I'm fine! I can handle my liquor!"

As he spoke, he raised his glass toward An Yi in a toast, then tilted his head back and took another big gulp.

An Yi: "..."

He shook his head helplessly, knowing this dummy was already getting buzzed.

He'd have to cut him off in the future—at least not let him drink like this. Even if he was happy, it didn't matter. Otherwise, he'd kick him out.

Sure enough, not long after, Lu Lu's movements started to slow, his words started to slur, but his eyes got even brighter, locked onto An Yi without blinking, like he was the only person in the whole world.

An's mother noticed something was off. She paused her conversation with Lu's mother and looked at Lu Lu with concern: "Has Xiao Lu had a bit too much to drink?"

An Yi let out a soft sigh, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness: "Seems like it."

The moment he finished speaking, Lu Lu suddenly pushed himself up from the table, swaying as he stood: "An... An An..." His voice dragged out, all nasally and thick with that lazy, drunk dependence.

An Yi looked up at him: "What's wrong?"

Lu Lu stared at him with burning intensity, then—under everyone's stunned gaze—bent down, leaned close to An Yi's face, and went: "Mwah!"

Lu Lu pursed his lips and planted a big, loud, smacking kiss right on An Yi's cheek.

An Yi: "..."

The An family: "..."

The Lu family: "..."

Their smiles froze, and their forks nearly slipped off their plates. They pressed their hands to their foreheads, unable to watch.

Lu's eldest sister's expression twisted. So this was what Lu Lu was like when drunk?! Using such a disgusting way to act cute?!

After the kiss, Lu Lu seemed to feel it wasn't enough. He straightened up contentedly but still pressed close to An Yi's chair, looking down at him, his eyes filled with undisguised, drunken adoration.

"An An..." He couldn't help but speak again, his voice lazy, dragging out the final syllable.

"Nothing. Just wanted to call you." Without waiting for An Yi to respond, Lu Lu let out a silly chuckle.

A second later, he tilted his head slightly, rubbing his burning cheek gently against An Yi's shoulder: "An An!" He called out again.

"What now?" An Yi looked at him, this clingy, hot mess of a man. He planned to get up and take this drunkard out to sober up, then send him straight home.