Chapter 50: Qin Yan, I’m Really Happy Today

Chapter 50: Qin Yan, I'm Really Happy Today

"You..."

Su Zhiyu tried to pull his hand back, but after several attempts to break free, he had no choice but to let Qin Yan lead him into the villa.

"Young master."

The servants greeted them in unison. The sight of Qin Yan holding Su Zhiyu's hand only earned a brief moment of surprise—after all, he'd carried him back before, so holding hands was nothing new.

Qin Yan gave a slight nod and pulled Su Zhiyu upstairs.

The door clicked shut.

Su Zhiyu found himself pressed against the door again, his hands flat against the wood, lips tightly sealed, his whole body bristling with defensive spikes.

Qin Yan wrapped his arms around him, humming softly: "You still haven't told me—why were you unhappy today?"

Su Zhiyu said nothing.

He wasn't unhappy, either.

"Do you not like Jiang Yizhou?"

Still no answer.

Qin Yan chuckled, leaning in to whisper teasingly by Su Zhiyu's ear, a playful threat in his voice: "Getting bold, are we? If you don't answer me, I'll have my way with you."

Su Zhiyu's eyes flew wide, staring at Qin Yan in disbelief.

"You... shameless."

Qin Yan felt not a shred of embarrassment. He dipped his head and pecked the corner of Su Zhiyu's lips—the leftover milk scent was faintly sweet.

Pulling back just a little, he curved his lips into a smirk: "I am shameless. Have you just met me? If you don't behave, I'll be shameless all the way."

"You..."

"So, tell me—why were you unhappy? Because of that bottle of milk? Or because of the person who gave it to you?"

"?" Su Zhiyu shook his head frantically. "No, it's not that."

"Why won't you tell me?"

Qin Yan let out a sigh, one arm circling Su Zhiyu's waist, the other moving to the back of his head, pressing him into his chest with a bit of force.

"Su Zhiyu."

His voice floated softly against Su Zhiyu's forehead—playful and reckless, but with a hint of sincerity:

"Don't be unhappy. I don't like other people giving you things either, especially from other Omegas. If it happens again, I'll throw it all in the trash."

Su Zhiyu leaned against his chest, hearing the steady, strong thump of his heartbeat.

Steady and fierce.

Warmth spread through Su Zhiyu's chest. He still said nothing, but in the spot where neither could see, he quietly reached out and grasped the hem of Qin Yan's shirt.

Okay.

He silently answered that ridiculous proposal.

...

The next few days were off days.

Qin Yan dug through piles of material, using the contacts he'd made at the previous banquet to have the Qin Corporation contact a well-known specialist doctor.

So Su Zhiyu's mother would be transferred to another hospital.

She didn't have time to wait.

When the hospital called Su Zhiyu on their own to tell him a renowned expert was available to help with the surgery, he was so happy he thanked them over and over, his eyes turning into crescents.

Qin Yan stood at the top of the stairs, watching him take the call, watching the real smile spread across his face, and couldn't help but smile too.

When Su Zhiyu smiled... he was even more adorable.

In that moment, Qin Yan realized Su Zhiyu's peach-blossom eyes could actually curve up—it was just that he rarely smiled, and even when he did, it was only a faint hint.

Su Zhiyu didn't notice Qin Yan until he hung up. He paused for a second, but unlike usual, he didn't quickly wipe off his smile.

He kept his happy expression and said to Qin Yan, "Qin Yan, I'm really happy today."

Qin Yan walked over to him, hands in his pockets, grinning: "Only happy today?"

Su Zhiyu shook his head. "No, but I'm happiest today."

"Then let's go get hotpot today." Qin Yan pulled out his phone and waved it in front of him. "I've already called Yang Yichen and the others. Come on, go change."

Su Zhiyu didn't decline.

"Okay."

Watching him head to his room, Qin Yan's smile slowly faded.

Su Zhiyu still didn't know he was the one pulling the strings, and Qin Yan didn't want him to find out. Right now, he was just borrowing Qin Mo's power.

And as for Qin Mo, to Su Zhiyu...

Qin Yan gripped the railing, his heart's wild pounding slowly settling into a cold, steady calm. He'd never planned to depend on the Qin Corporation forever, but he'd never really thought about how to protect Su Zhiyu without it.

Qin Mo could give Su Zhiyu away like a toy; someday, someone else might target him too.

An Omega with no one to lean on and a face that stood out—whether in business or entertainment, he was prime prey in those Alphas' eyes.

Was he supposed to...

wait for the original story's Alpha lead to show up and protect Su Zhiyu?

Qin Yan's face darkened.

Fuck that. Before Qin Mo fell, he needed to build his own empire fast.

If that day ever came, he'd protect Su Zhiyu with his own strength.

"Qin Yan."

Su Zhiyu came downstairs, fidgeting with his sleeves, looking a bit awkward: "I... am I too flashy?"

Qin Yan turned his gaze to the clothes on Su Zhiyu—a brand-new red coat, cut and sized perfectly to fit Su Zhiyu's frame, making his already fair skin look even more radiant with a rosy glow.

Qin Yan gave a thumbs up: "It looks great. This color suits you well."

Su Zhiyu was used to wearing black and gray, only appearing in lighter tones for shows. Wearing this color all of a sudden, he felt out of place all over.

"Qin Yan..." he hesitated, then suggested, "Maybe... I should just go change..."

Just now, when he'd gone back to his room to change, he'd found a whole outfit laid out on the bed, along with a note from Qin Yan insisting he wear it.

He went back and forth on it, but in the end, he put it on.

And sure enough.

Qin Yan wagged his finger: "No way. All you ever wear is black or gray—at your age, dressing so drab and boring, you've got no energy."

"..."

Su Zhiyu said nothing.

"Just wear this. It looks great." Qin Yan stepped forward, took his hand, and said with a knowing air: "Think of it like life—you gotta see different scenery. If you stay stuck in black and gray, you'll never see the rainbow after the rain."

He flashed a grin: "So, I've filled a whole wardrobe with different colors and styles for you. You can try them all out slowly."

Su Zhiyu's eyes went wide, and he was stunned for a long moment before he mumbled, "What about my clothes, then?"

Did you throw them all away?

Qin Yan blinked: "These are all your clothes. Your old ones are in a separate section—you can swap them out."

"..."

"And another thing!"

Qin Yan stared at Su Zhiyu with a serious expression, frowning as he scolded: "Don't sneak around eating biscuits, especially compressed ones—eating too many is bad for you. I've taken all of them away."

At that, Su Zhiyu's face instantly turned bright red.

He mumbled a quiet "Mm."

Actually, he didn't even like those things. Back then, Qin Yan always refused to let him eat and loved to mess with him, so when he was starving, he'd secretly stashed away some filling snacks that didn't smell.

He hadn't touched that stash in so long he'd almost forgotten it existed—he never thought Qin Yan would find it.

"Cough, I was just stuffing your wardrobe with clothes and happened to see it. I wasn't purposely going through your stuff—I'm a man of principles and manners, don't worry."