Chapter 97: Give Him Enough Love, Love That Can’t Be Driven Away

Chapter 97: Give Him Enough Love, Love That Can't Be Shaken Off

Fu Yan looked down at the young man who was too shy to open his eyes, yet still wanted to help him. A surge of sweetness rose in his heart, mingled with a pang of heartache.

This kid never put his own needs first, always thinking about others.

"There's plenty of time." Fu Yan leaned down and kissed the young man's lips again. "Go to sleep. I might take a while in the shower, don't wait up for me."

Du Yang nodded obediently and watched Fu Yan get up and head to the bathroom.

In the bathroom's laundry basket, there were still the dirty clothes from earlier that hadn't been taken to the laundry room yet.

Fu Yan paused briefly, bent down to rummage through the basket, and picked up a small piece of fabric before stepping into the shower.

The sound of water trickling came from the bathroom again. Du Yang lay on his side in bed, pricking up his ears to listen carefully.

Apart from the water, he didn't hear the same sounds as last time.

But he knew Fu Yan was definitely taking care of it himself.

Fu Yan was holding back so much and still wouldn't sleep with him. Was it because he thought it was too fast, or was he worried that Du Yang wasn't mentally prepared?

Du Yang couldn't figure out Fu Yan's intentions, yet he vaguely felt that Fu Yan was considering his feelings, and a gentle sweetness welled up in his heart.

He didn't know how long passed—maybe an hour, maybe longer—until Du Yang finally drifted off to sleep.

When Fu Yan came out again, his expression carried a hint of lazy relaxation. His pajama buttons were undone, revealing his firm, toned abs.

Seeing the person on the bed already fast asleep, he turned back to the bathroom, picked up the dirty clothes, and went to the laundry room.

He had gotten the kid's underwear dirty. He had to get rid of the evidence overnight so as not to scare him.

If Du Yang thought he was a pervert, who knew when he'd ever get to taste that again.

He was going crazy with desire.

Du Yang slept deeply. In his dream, it was as if he had returned to his past life.

The sky was dark and gloomy, like right before a storm.

In front of A University's bulletin board, Lu Yu and his group of classmates surrounded him and Lin Haiyin, hurling insults at him.

"Wearing such a short puffy skirt to lure men online? Shameless!"

"Why don't you strip naked and dance? Those older guys would love it even more."

"Look at that slutty vibe—he's making me want to switch teams!"

Lin Haiyin fought back angrily for him, but they acted as if they couldn't hear a word.

Lu Yu stood at the center, arms crossed, his face filled with contempt and mockery.

"Du Yang, you're only good for selling your ass to earn money from your sugar daddies, aren't you?"

Lu Yu jerked his chin toward the bulletin board. "Look at that body. What man wouldn't be tempted? Seriously shameless!"

Following Lu Yu's gesture, Du Yang looked at the board, which was plastered with many screenshots from a video He Lin had secretly recorded of him changing clothes.

"I haven't! I never did anything with any sugar daddy!"

Du Yang held his head, not daring to look at the board. Suddenly, Lin Haiyin beside him vanished.

He Lin had appeared beside Lu Yu at some point, staring at him with disgust and loathing.

"Du Yang, you make me ashamed! A slut like you isn't fit to tie my shoes!"

Du Yang looked at He Lin in disbelief, his voice trembling as he tried to defend himself, "I didn't... you were the one who secretly recorded me... it was you!"

"A slut like you, just wait to be expelled!"

He Lin wrapped an arm around Lu Yu's waist, the two acting intimate. "Xiao Yu, a pure young master like him from the Lu family is the one who's my equal in family status."

The sounds of mockery and abuse hung like a curse, refusing to fade.

Du Yang held his head and leaned helplessly against the bulletin board, utterly alone.

The board was covered with his private photos. Surrounded, Du Yang had no way out. He closed his eyes and crouched on the ground.

Eggs, cabbage leaves, rotten fruit—people kept throwing them at him. He couldn't dodge or avoid them.

An egg struck the back of his hand, cracking with a pop. The liquid dripped through his fingers onto his cheek—sticky and cold.

Du Yang didn't dare look up at those people. Suddenly, pain struck his forehead, and then warm liquid ran down his forehead, mixing with tears and egg, sticking together.

Sticky, both cold and hot—he couldn't shake it off or tear it away.

Who could come and save him? He sobbed.

It felt like dying again. Maybe it was better to die...

"Yangyang! Yangyang..."

"Yangyang, don't be afraid. Fu Yan is with you."

Someone was holding him, gently patting his back, and calling out to him.

"Fu Yan... Fu Yan."

It was Fu Yan who had come. Du Yang's eyes snapped open, still terrified, gasping for breath.

His eyes slowly focused. Before him was Fu Yan's warm embrace, the warm yellow light, and the cozy bedroom.

It had just been a dream.

"Yangyang, are you feeling better?" Fu Yan's gentle, worried voice rang out.

Du Yang's tear-filled eyes couldn't see Fu Yan's face clearly. He blinked hard to clear his vision, meeting Fu Yan's anxious gaze.

Du Yang didn't know that at that moment, his face was covered in tears, his forehead dotted with fine sweat, and his eyes were red-rimmed, as if he had been badly scared.

"Yangyang... I'm Fu Yan." Fu Yan repeated, worry in his voice, then took a tissue to wipe away his tears and sweat.

"Fu Yan." Du Yang's voice still had a sob in it. He hurled himself into the man's arms, holding him tightly. "I'm sorry, I disturbed your sleep again."

He didn't want to have these nightmares, but he couldn't control it once he fell asleep.

"Baby, don't apologize." Fu Yan hugged the young man back tightly. "I hope I'm there every time you have a nightmare. I want to be with you."

Fu Yan didn't ask Du Yang what he had dreamed about. He knew that Du Yang would tell him when he was ready.

What Du Yang needed to do was to be there for Fu Yan, give him enough love—a love that wouldn't leave.

In the dead of night, the two held each other tightly, feeling each other's warmth through their pajamas.

As Du Yang's fear and helplessness were gradually soothed, Fu Yan gave him a sense of security no one else could.

After a while, the boy's clear, soft, and sweet voice rang out, "Brother, take me to see a doctor."

Du Yang nuzzled into the man's arms, took a deep breath of Fu Yan's scent, and added, "I want to be with you, Brother, and be well."

"Okay." Fu Yan suppressed the excitement in his heart—a joy like seeing the moon break through the clouds—but kept calm on the surface, not wanting to put too much pressure on his boy.

He just gently patted his back, "My Yangyang is already so good, and it will only get better from here."

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The next day at school, Du Yang found himself a celebrity on campus.

On the way to Building One, as he entered the classroom, many unfamiliar classmates greeted him, and some couldn't help but whisper, "Du Yang, when will you stream next? I've already joined your fan group."

Du Yang could feel that these classmates were genuinely friendly, unlike what he had dreamed about last night.

After being asked repeatedly, Du Yang finally remembered to take out his phone and check the campus forum.

Yesterday, Auntie said she would handle it. Du Yang trusted she would, so he didn't pay any more attention.

Fu Yan had already publicly confessed to him, so the rumors naturally fell apart.

When he opened the forum, eight out of the top ten posts were about him and Fu Yan.

Too many people had taken photos and videos yesterday; many were already shipping him and Fu Yan as a couple, even making edited videos to get their sugar fix.

Also high on the list was a striking post titled: "Bastard Slanders Campus Heartthrob for Stealing Boyfriend, Gets Slapped Down Hard by Cold CEO"

That title…

Du Yang clicked on it, and it was just as he thought: Lu Yu was the "bastard," who tried to seduce Fu Yan but failed, and then falsely accused Du Yang.

At noon after class.

Chi Xinya, a girl, stood smiling at the bottom of the teaching building. When she saw Du Yang coming down, she waved at him. "Du Yang, come on, let's go to the cafeteria with 'Mom.' I have a gift for you!"

Du Yang's eyelids twitched involuntarily. He was a bit afraid to go, his intuition telling him that Chi Xinya was about to pull off something big.

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