Chapter 92: May I Kiss You, Yangyang?

Chapter 92: Can I Kiss You? Yangyang

"I was planning to confess tonight, Yangyang, but now I'm going to do it publicly."

A confession?

Fu Yan said he was going to confess.

Du Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he even forgot to breathe. It must be because Fu Yan's hands were too hot—his own palms started to sweat.

When he finally remembered how to breathe again, it felt as if he'd forgotten the rhythm entirely, his breaths uneven and chaotic.

Unconsciously drawn by the man's voice, Du Yang looked up at Fu Yan.

"I am in a romantic relationship with Du Yang, one aimed at marriage," Fu Yan said, his voice not as steady as usual, tinged with a hint of tremor. He took a shallow breath, lowered his gaze, and met the boy's shocked and bewildered eyes.

"Du Yang, I like you. Do you like me?"

Fu Yan looked down at the blushing young man, whose long lashes fluttered wildly, probably matching his own racing heart.

The other's gaze was too intense, too direct. Du Yang quickly lowered his head again, his heart pounding like a drum, rattling him until he felt dizzy.

Fu Yan had confessed to him, and he was waiting for an answer.

Even though there were so many people around, which was embarrassing, his heart felt incredibly sweet.

Du Yang nodded and whispered, "I do like you."

Then his face turned even redder.

Fu Yan tightened his grip on Du Yang's hand. His heart was beating so fast it felt like it might leap out of his chest—an intense thrill he had never experienced before.

If it weren't for all the students watching, he would have kissed his boy right then.

But doing so might make his kid too embarrassed to come to school for the rest of the semester.

He Lin's face darkened as he watched the intimate pair. He opened his mouth to speak, but didn't know what to say.

Du Yang didn't like him; he liked Fu Yan. He had always thought he still had a chance.

But how could Fu Yan really intend to marry Du Yang? He Lin still found it hard to accept.

Lin Haiyin looked enviously at the tall, handsome Fu Yan. While happy for Du Yang, she also felt a pang of loss. Someone as outstanding as Du Yang was more suited to Fu Yan. She... wasn't good enough for Du Yang.

She had thought Du Yang would be bullied today, maybe even forced to drop out due to public opinion. But now, this was good.

Lu Yu stared at the couple, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face. Jealousy had twisted his features. His so-called friends finally understood what was going on.

Fu Yan had never liked Lu Yu at all—it was all just his own fantasy. They looked at Lu Yu with renewed curiosity.

And that "adopted son" thing—was it adopted? So he wasn't the biological son?

Was Lu Yu not the biological son of the Lu family?

This big scoop needs deeper digging!

"I recorded it! I recorded it!" Chi Xinya saved the video, looking thrilled. "I'll show your grandpa when I get back. His grandson did well."

Fu Yan: "..."

"Mom, can you please not make things more complicated?"

"I'm not here to make trouble. Take Du Yang home first. Leave the rest to me."

Chi Xinya looked delightedly at the couple still embracing, unable to hide her grin.

"Don't worry! I've already had Butler Qi contact the principal. I won't let the culprit behind this off easy." Chi Xinya gave Lu Yu a meaningful glance.

Lu Yu hadn't even finished wallowing in jealousy when he heard Chi Xinya's words. Realizing he wouldn't escape this time, his face turned pale with fear, and he rushed out of the crowd.

"Alright, I'll leave the cleanup to you." Fu Yan looked down at his boy, who was too embarrassed to move. He knew Du Yang needed a quiet, less crowded space to calm down, so he didn't refuse.

Earlier that morning, Du Yang had specifically told him not to pick him up after class—he would go to the company himself.

But right before school ended, Fu Yan received a call from Grandma Lu, telling him that Lu Yu had posted on the campus forum late last night, spreading rumors that Du Yang was being kept by him and doing live streams.

Fu Yan and Du Yang loved each other; they were just missing a formal confession. And Lu Yu had twisted that into something ugly.

Knowing Lu Yu's vengeful nature, he wouldn't just stop at online slander—he would definitely cause trouble for Du Yang at school.

Fu Yan didn't hesitate. He dropped his work, got in his car, and drove straight to A University.

Luckily, his mother had come today, or his boy would have suffered even more.

"Yangyang, let's go home." Fu Yan took Du Yang's hand, interlacing their fingers, and led him toward the parking lot.

Ji Zichu finally understood—his brother hadn't actually won Du Yang over before; he'd only just confessed and gotten him.

What an old schemer!

"Du Yang, wait for me!"

Ji Zichu tried to chase after Du Yang, but Chi Xinya grabbed his sleeve. "Silly boy, don't be a third wheel. Since you're here, come with me to see the principal—let's get revenge for your future sister-in-law!"

Future sister-in-law?! Wuwu, he didn't want Du Yang as his sister-in-law!

Ji Zichu dared to be angry but not to speak. He looked back every few steps as Chi Xinya dragged him away.

Can't beat an old schemer. Not angry, not angry.

In the future, a romance between me and my future sister-in-law isn't impossible.

Du Yang felt like he was floating on clouds, his steps light and unreal.

Fu Yan really confessed to him.

Was it just for PR?

Thinking of that possibility, Du Yang's floating heart sank bit by bit. His mind was a mess until Fu Yan helped him into the passenger seat.

Fu Yan put the backpack in the back and sat in the driver's seat, looking at the restless boy with deep, tender sympathy.

"Yangyang, you've been wronged." Fu Yan leaned closer, his large hand gently cupping the boy's nape, his gaze locked onto Du Yang's dark pupils, where only he was reflected.

The sudden closeness and touch made Du Yang's cheeks burn again. He looked straight into Fu Yan's eyes and whispered, "No, it's nothing."

He wanted to ask if what Fu Yan had just said was real or just a temporary measure for PR.

Their eyes met. The boy's bright pupils trembled a few times. His lips parted, but in the end, he couldn't find the courage to ask.

"Yangyang, I love you." Fu Yan's alluring voice lingered in his ear, gentle and seductive. "You love me too, don't you?"

Du Yang's pupils contracted slightly as he stared at Fu Yan in disbelief, his voice trembling a little. "You... say that again?"

Fu Yan was amused by his silly and dazed look and chuckled low in his throat. Then he asked seriously, "Yangyang, I love you. Do you... love me?"

"Yes." This time Du Yang was sure he hadn't misheard, and he blurted it out.

From hell to heaven was just one step away. Du Yang's anxious heart, upon receiving Fu Yan's affirmative answer, finally settled.

A very warm, vast, and soft place that could firmly catch his fragile heart—Fu Yan's heart.

Realizing what he had just said, the boy's cheeks, ears, and even the exposed part of his neck turned an adorable shade of pink.

The boy's blush made Fu Yan's breath falter.

"Can I kiss you, Yangyang?"

Fu Yan moved closer again, his large hand still resting on the boy's nape, while his other hand lifted the boy's chin.

Although it was a request, his actions were domineering and left no room for refusal.

Du Yang felt the other's scorching breath. Meeting Fu Yan's burning gaze, his heart felt like it had been scalded; his heart fluttered, and his thick lashes fluttered.

He closed his eyes and slightly parted his lips.

The hand on the boy's nape suddenly tightened a bit, and his chest swelled with joy.

The snow on the high mountain instantly turned into scorching heat waves. Fu Yan gripped the back of his neck tightly and kissed him.

The moment he entered, lips and tongues intertwined, an electrifying sensation. Fu Yan's breath caught, and he took a gentle gasp.

Then, with strength and dominance, in the way he had long imagined, he kissed him deeply.

When Du Yang couldn't breathe from the kiss, he let out an "Mm."

Fu Yan pulled back a little, looking down at the limp boy in his arms. His eyes were misty and blurred as if he were about to cry, his lips were bright red and moist, looking like he could be teased—and the kind you'd want to tease again.

Fu Yan's breath was hot. The "Mm" Du Yang had just let out, with its trailing tone, successfully ignited him, stoking a wild fire of desire.

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