Chapter 134 IF Line: Raised in the Palm 1

Chapter 134 If Line: Raised in the Palm of My Hand 1

The name had slipped out impulsively earlier, but now Lu Yang couldn't bring himself to say it on purpose.

The young man blushed, not daring to meet Fu Yan's burning gaze, sensing he was about to do something wicked.

"Baby, if you don't call me now, you'll be crying and calling me later."

Fu Yan gripped the young man's chin and kissed him.

Lu Yang resisted at first, but Fu Yan was too skilled at kissing, making his legs go weak. Clinging to a shred of rationality, he pushed the man away.

"No, we already did it this morning."

Was this guy some kind of animal in heat? If they kept going, he wouldn't be able to get out of bed tomorrow.

"Baby, in my last life, I only had your photos to get off to." Fu Yan's lips brushed against the young man's earlobe as if unintentionally. "Now that I can finally hold you, you can't bear to make me use my hand over your photos again, right? Have some pity on your husband."

Fu Yan was a total seducer; his words made Lu Yang's face flush even deeper, his heart pounding in sync. He willingly leaned into the man's embrace, his fingers trailing down the man's chest.

...

In the heat of the moment, Fu Yan didn't stop his movements, his voice hoarse and pleading, "Baby, let's get our marriage license as soon as we get back, okay?"

Lu Yang was dizzy from the rocking, his brain unable to think. Following his words, he managed to squeeze out a "yes" in a broken voice.

The story of Lu Yang and Fu Yan in this world went on.

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In another world, a new story for Fu Yan and Lu Yang was just beginning.

"Du Yang, wait for me."

Fu Yan suddenly opened his eyes, his slender fingers pressed tightly over his heart, struggling to take a breath. After several deep breaths, he finally caught his breath.

A dull ache and lingering cold still seemed to envelop his entire body. There was no blood on his hands. Fu Yan pulled open his pajama shirt; the skin over his heart was intact.

For a moment, Fu Yan couldn't make sense of what was happening. Hadn't he died at Du Yang's graveside?

Now he was back in the old mansion, in his own bedroom.

He suddenly sprang up from the bed, not bothering with shoes, grabbed his phone from the sofa, and lit up the screen.

The date on the screen showed ten years ago. He had been reborn ten years in the past.

His heart raced uncontrollably, his chest swelling with overwhelming joy. Fu Yan gripped the phone so tightly his fingertips turned white.

If time had gone back ten years, then Du Yang would only be nine now. He had been stolen by the Du family four years ago. There was still time.

A moment later, Fu Yan washed up and changed as fast as he could, grabbed his phone and car keys, and raced downstairs.

"Young Master! It's early in the morning, where are you going? Madam specifically told me yesterday to make sure you didn't go out today."

Butler Qi looked at his young master, looking troubled. Both the master and madam were away on business. If the young master ran off, how would he explain it to them?

Fu Yan couldn't care less about that. If he hadn't been reborn, he might have listened to his mother today.

Now his body was only nineteen, not matching the strength of a mature twenty-nine-year-old man.

Bringing Uncle Qi along would give him an extra hand if Du Debao made trouble.

"Uncle Qi, I have a matter of life and death. You drive—we're leaving now."

Fu Yan tossed the car keys to Butler Qi without a word and strode out the door.

Uncle Qi frowned, seeing there was no talking him out of it, and hurried after his young master.

The car sped along the city's highways and turned into a run-down old residential area on the outskirts.

"Uncle Qi, stop right here."

The luxury car parked at the entrance of an alley, starkly out of place amid its shabby surroundings.

Fu Yan got out and followed the address he'd tracked down in his previous life when he'd sought revenge for Du Yang.

The cold winter morning wind made the dilapidated neighborhood seem even more desolate.

Butler Qi stayed close behind his young master, worried sick. "Young Master, why are we coming to this poor area? It's not safe here. Let's go back."

Fu Yan didn't stop walking, his tone firm and natural. "To pick up the future young madam of the Fu family."

Butler Qi: "!!!?"

Was the young master having some kind of delusion?

Butler Qi looked up, about to persuade his young master to go back, but seeing his grave expression and the oppressive aura radiating from him, he silently shut his mouth.

He felt the young master was different than before.

As he walked into the narrow, dirty stairwell, the light was much dimmer than outside. Butler Qi braced himself for a fight at any moment, guarding his young master.

Going up one flight of stairs, in the corner between the first and second floors, a small figure was huddled.

It was a child, only seven or eight years old, wearing a dirty gray cotton jacket, head drooping, leaning weakly against the wall.

Fu Yan's heart clenched suddenly, aching and trembling. Almost instantly, he crouched down and scooped the child into his arms.

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