Chapter 117 Don’t Talk, Baby, Let’s Sleep

Chapter 117: Don't Talk, Baby, Let's Sleep

Fu Yan tightly held the young man in his arms, his heart still racing out of control. Seeing Lu Yang safe and sound with his own eyes, he still felt immense lingering fear.

"Yangyang, Yangyang..." Fu Yan closed his eyes, lowered his head, and pressed his lips to the young man's neck, murmuring over and over.

Lu Yang patted Fu Yan on the back. "Brother, I'm not hurt at all. Lu Yu couldn't have hurt me."

But Fu Yan seemed not to hear, lost in his own tense and frightened thoughts.

"Brother, you're holding too tight. I feel uncomfortable." Lu Yang pushed at Fu Yan, who finally loosened his grip a little.

The next moment, his lips were sealed, and the back of his head was firmly gripped. Lu Yang's mind went blank, completely forgetting to resist.

How could this person start kissing again? And right here at the school hospital!

"Wait... wait a second." Lu Yang found an opening and pushed Fu Yan away, his face flushed. "Not now. Let's save it until we're back home."

Doctors and nurses occasionally passed by outside the treatment room. Lu Yang turned around, faced the wall, and gave a grumpy glare at the troublemaker.

He'd totally lose face.

Because of Lu Yang's promise to kiss later, Fu Yan immediately dragged him away, leaving the rest to be handled by others.

Lu Yang didn't want to run into Lu Ting awkwardly either, so he hesitated for a moment before following Fu Yan, thinking Lu Jin'an would arrive soon.

In the end, he was stuck in the villa for two and a half days. Finally, on Monday, Lu Yang decided he preferred studying.

With all the annoying people out of the picture, Lu Yang's life gradually returned to calm.

Lu Ting solemnly apologized to Lu Yang, without demanding forgiveness.

After witnessing Lu Yang and Fu Yan's engagement ceremony, Lu Ting went to Nantai Mountain to visit Fu Yan's great-uncle and joined him in spiritual cultivation.

Fu Yan treasured Lu Yang even more. From the time Lu Yang almost got hurt at the school gate, he insisted on personally driving Lu Yang to and from school every day, without fail.

Spring turned to summer, and summer vacation arrived.

Lu Yang went for two follow-up visits for his depression, and each time he showed improvement.

His appetite was much better than before, and he had more and more favorite dishes.

He ranked first in his department in the final exams. Grandma Lu was overjoyed, bragging on the phone to Grandpa Fu about how excellent her youngest grandson was.

Grandpa Fu happily joined in the bragging, saying, "Just look who it is—my grandson-in-law!"

Summer vacation came.

Fu Yan and Lu Jin'an each arranged their company affairs, and both families went to Nantai Mountain to escape the heat.

The mountain air was cool and pleasant, much more comfortable than the humid heat in Haicheng.

Behind the temple were rooms specially for spiritual cultivation. At night on the mountain, there was no need for air conditioning, and it was even a bit cold.

Once there, Fu Yan found it hard to get alone time with him during the day. Only when they slept at night did Lu Yang belong to him.

On the third day of their stay, Fu Yan met his great-uncle.

As evening approached and the afterglow lingered, the two sat in the upstairs tea room drinking tea. The great-uncle watched the group chatting in the courtyard below, his gaze settling on Lu Yang, who was completely absorbed in playing with a little squirrel.

"That child has brightened up a lot. It seems many of his inner demons have been untied."

"He has brightened up a lot." Fu Yan's eyes never left Lu Yang. "But it seems there are still things about Yangyang that I don't know. Those things sometimes haunt his dreams."

Although Lu Yang had stopped livestreaming, he remained in contact with F. Fu Yan could sense that Lu Yang's feelings for F were deeper than ordinary friendship.

Many times, he didn't know whether he should be jealous of himself or not.

Now, he didn't have the courage to tell Lu Yang that he was F, afraid of disappointing him.

The great-uncle glanced at Fu Yan and smiled without saying a word.

Fu Yan didn't press his great-uncle either. He leisurely poured a cup of kung fu tea for him.

In the courtyard downstairs, Lu Yang had already attracted three little squirrels. Grandpa Fu, Fu Yan's parents, Grandma Lu, and Lu Jin'an all kept quiet, afraid their voices would scare the squirrels away.

Chi Xinya took out her phone and recorded a video, then uploaded it to social media with the caption: "My son is just so likable! Even the little animals in the mountains love to be close to him~"

She put down her phone and glanced around—wow! Everyone was silently taking photos or videos on their phones.

The group's darling suddenly turned around and gave everyone a faint smile.

Lu Yang didn't say a word. After smiling, he turned back to feeding the squirrels. He had gradually gotten used to the older relatives who doted on him proudly posting about him in their moments.

Sometimes his classmates complained about their parents showing off their kids online, but Lu Yang liked it deep down.

This was the family affection he had yearned for in both lifetimes.

Fu Yan withdrew his gaze and handed another cup of tea to the great-uncle before asking a question he'd never worried about before but now constantly bothered him.

"Great-uncle, you once said I'd have a disaster after thirty." Fu Yan hesitated, then continued, "Is that disaster unavoidable?"

Before, he hadn't had anything he particularly cared about, nor anyone he truly wanted. He thought going with the flow was fine—if he couldn't avoid it, that was fate.

But after meeting Lu Yang, he became afraid of not escaping it. He couldn't bear to let Lu Yang suffer the pain of separation alone.

Now, he had become afraid of death, wanting to live with Lu Yang until they were old and gray.

"Xiao Yan, that disaster came ten years ago." The great-uncle stroked his beard and asked with a smile, "Do you still remember what I reminded you ten years ago?"

Fu Yan frowned slightly. Hearing that the disaster had already happened didn't put his mind at ease; instead, he felt he had forgotten something important.

"Ten years ago, I only remember having a car accident. I don't remember anything else—no memory at all."

Lu Ting brought in a kettle of mountain spring water to refill. His expression stiffened for a moment when he heard this.

The great-uncle chuckled and said, "If you can't remember, it doesn't matter. When the opportunity comes, you will naturally recall."

"Thank you, Uncle Lu." Fu Yan politely expressed his gratitude.

Lu Ting had been following the great-uncle on the mountain these days, and his mind felt much clearer.

He knew that all of Lu Yang's misfortunes were caused by his own poor judgment in people. Now that everything in the Lu family was fine, the best he could do was behave himself and not cause trouble.

"Xiao Yan, I owe you an apology." Lu Ting's expression was remorseful as he let out a heavy sigh. "Ten years ago, one morning, you suddenly rushed to the Lu house and frantically told me that Qin Yue and her lover had conspired to steal Yangyang, and that I shouldn't be deceived by her."

"I was only angry at you for slandering Qin Yue at the time, so I kicked you out." Lu Ting was nearly overwhelmed by regret now. "If I hadn't driven you away that day, you wouldn't have had the car accident. If I'd believed you, Yangyang would have suffered ten fewer years."

Fu Yan was taken aback, stood up, and grabbed Lu Ting's shoulders, his voice slightly trembling. "Uncle Lu, are you saying that I knew ten years ago that Yangyang was taken by Qin Yue?"

"Yes, yes." Lu Ting was suddenly startled by Fu Yan's expression. "Yeah, you said that."

Lu Ting suddenly understood. "But how did you know? At that time, ten years ago, Qin Yue and that adulterer had separated and hadn't gotten involved yet."

"Xiao Yan, sit down." The granduncle said with a smile, motioning for Fu Yan to calm down. "Jingwu, go out and see your family."

Fu Yan released Lu Ting, realizing he had lost his composure. He quickly pulled himself together and sat down again, but his mind was in turmoil.

After Lu Ting left, the granduncle spoke slowly, "Light this tonight before you go to bed."

Taking the item the granduncle gave him, Fu Yan examined it carefully but found nothing special.

As if seeing through everything, the granduncle added, "Don't ask about anything else. Light it in your room before you go to sleep."

So, before eight o'clock in the evening, Fu Yan dragged Lu Yang to bed.

"Brother, why are you lighting incense?" Lu Yang sniffed. "It smells different from the ones at home. Can't you sleep?"

"Mm. No talking, baby, time to sleep." In the darkness, Fu Yan held the young man in his arms tighter.

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