Chapter 84: Deadly! The Psychotic Male Lead Only Wants Forced Love [40]

Chapter 84: Hell! The Psychopath Male Lead Only Wants Forced Love [40]

For two consecutive days, Gu Yu hadn't done anything too excessive to Bai Yan—though he was still more extreme than Lin Zhibai, barely even letting him get out of bed.

Although, given his current condition, even if Gu Yu didn't lock him up, he wouldn't want to get out of bed anyway.

Bai Yan still had a bit of a temper on him. Even though the medicine had been applied and two days of rest had eased things up quite a bit, he still had Gu Yu running around doing things for him.

Not only did he make Gu Yu feed him at every meal, but he even made Gu Yu carry him to the bath every time...

Bai Yan looked at the chain on his ankle—at the slightest movement, those little bells would jingle, and Gu Yu would know.

The room was absolutely covered in surveillance cameras. Gu Yu basically wished he could keep Bai Yan in his line of sight every single second.

Bai Yan refused to acknowledge Gu Yu, not saying a single word to him, never once giving him a kind face.

Gu Yu noticed his rejection and disgust but showed no sign of backing off.

Only at night, when they were in bed, did he hold Bai Yan, resting his head in the crook of Bai Yan's neck, mumbling in a low, muffled voice:

"A Yan... I don't want it to be like this, but I really... I really, really like you. I don't want to lose you."

"A Yan, tell me what I should do... tell me, how am I supposed to keep you by my side."

Gu Yu's voice was low and at a loss. He held Bai Yan in his arms even tighter.

He'd wanted to do this for a long time—ever since that first nightmare, he'd wanted to lock Bai Yan up.

He didn't want to lose Bai Yan. He couldn't lose him again.

Bai Yan couldn't fall asleep after all that, just feeling totally speechless.

That pitiful, pathetic look was like a big dog that got abandoned by its owner.

Anyone in the know would say he was the one locked up; anyone who didn't know would think he was the one holding Gu Yu captive.

"A Yan, can't you just like me a little? Even just a tiny bit..."

"Fine. So can you shut up now? I'm sleepy."

Bai Yan couldn't help but roll over. For the first time in a while, he actually wrapped his arms around Gu Yu on his own.

His voice, heavy with sleep, was soft and gentle, like he was acting cute.

Gu Yu was stunned for a moment, then curled his lips into a smile, kissing his forehead and softening his voice a lot,

"Sleep."

At that moment, it was like they were back at the very beginning.

At first, Bai Yan had rejected him, but after they'd slept together, he'd gotten used to holding him while they slept.

They could've been so good together... so how the hell did they end up like this?

Gu Yu didn't sleep a wink all night, while Bai Yan slept like a baby.

When he woke up early the next morning, the person next to him was already gone.

Bai Yan noticed the chain on his wrist was gone, and the one on his ankle had been lengthened quite a bit—enough for him to move around the room at least.

He rubbed his wrist, his brows relaxing a little, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

He went soft, huh.

It's about that time...

The red marks on his wrist were way too obvious. Bai Yan stared at them in silence, a dark glint flashing in his eyes before it was replaced by a faint smile.

Honestly, how cute.

He'd already gone and imprisoned someone, already cleaned up all the evidence—so how could he still go soft?

When Gu Yu came back, the second he opened the door, Bai Yan wrapped his arms around his waist on his own.

The sudden initiative and enthusiasm caught Gu Yu a little off guard.

"A Yan..."

"Why'd you take so long to come back, bro? I'm hungry. I want your sweet and sour spare ribs."

Bai Yan tilted his head up to look at Gu Yu. Those pretty eyes shimmered with a faint light, staring at him with anticipation.

Gu Yu almost didn't react in time. If it weren't for the jingling of the bells on Bai Yan's ankle, he might've forgotten Bai Yan was locked up here by him.

"I'll go make it."

Gu Yu didn't know what Bai Yan's sudden change in attitude was about, but he agreed anyway.

But when his gaze followed the sound of the little bells down to Bai Yan's bare feet, his eyes darkened without him meaning to.

Gu Yu scooped Bai Yan up in his arms and set him back on the bed,

"Put on some shoes next time."

"Oh..."

Bai Yan's gaze dropped to Gu Yu's hands. Gu Yu was saying all the right things, but his hand was still wrapped around Bai Yan's ankle, fingers stroking it like he didn't want to let go.

Gu Yu marveled at how good it felt, and thought about how it'd been days since he and Bai Yan had...

It'd been so long—Bai Yan's body should be mostly healed by now, right?

He was really craving it. This time, as long as he held back a little, it shouldn't be a problem.

Gu Yu thought to himself, lowering his eyes, and left reluctantly.

"Wait for me like a good boy."

While making the sweet and sour spare ribs Bai Yan asked for, Gu Yu mulled over what he was really after.

He wasn't stupid. Bai Yan's attitude was way too weird—yesterday he was still so cold.

Today, it was like he'd suddenly done a complete 180, as if none of this had ever happened between them, even more forward and enthusiastic than before.

If he said Bai Yan had no other motive, he wouldn't believe it.

Gu Yu secretly wondered if it was because of Lin Zhibai. Was he trying to plead for Lin Zhibai, asking him to let him off?

At the thought of that possibility, Gu Yu's grip on the cleaver slipped for a moment as he chopped the ribs—and he brought it down with brutal force!

Staring at the cutting board he'd wrecked, Gu Yu cleaned up the mess with a blank face.

He couldn't keep going like this—he had to get a grip on himself.

He was sick of Bai Yan icing him out these past few days. Now that things were finally looking up, even if it meant begging for someone else, he had to swallow his anger and not push the guy even further away.

He wasn't about to let Lin Zhibai off the hook either.

Gu Yu thought to himself, but he still wasn't letting up on the pressure in his hands.

Bai Yan finally got to eat the sweet and sour ribs he'd been craving.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, having to admit Gu Yu could really cook—he hadn't felt it this strongly back when he was at the Bai house.

But ever since he'd been locked up here, everything he ate was made by Gu Yu himself.

Gu Yu's cooking was exactly to his taste.

Bai Yan bit into the meat, his cheeks stuffed full, his gaze landing on Gu Yu, who was peeling shrimp for him.

He didn't show it, but Bai Yan knew Gu Yu had already spoiled his palate.

"Brother, I want to tell you something."

Gu Yu's hands suddenly froze mid-peel. He was tense, body rigid, lips pressed tight.

So it had finally come—was his A Yan finally going to beg for that bastard Lin Zhibai?

"What is it?"

Gu Yu said coldly, but Bai Yan, seeing his expression, wasn't worried in the slightest. He took a bite of the shrimp dipped in sauce.

Only then did he speak again under Gu Yu's conflicted gaze:

"Brother, let's get married."

"A Yan, I... what did you say?!"

Gu Yu's grave expression—he'd been ready to grit his teeth and agree just to ease the tension—froze completely as what Bai Yan said finally sank in.

The shrimp he'd just peeled rolled off the table.

But Gu Yu didn't care. He turned his head stiffly to look at Bai Yan, a flood of tangled emotions surging through him.

Disbelief and sheer joy.

For the first time, Gu Yu didn't give a damn about his image. He ripped off his gloves and grabbed Bai Yan's wrist, his fingertips trembling.

"Good! A Yan, you said it—we're getting married!"

At this point, he didn't care at all what Bai Yan's motives were.

He was only afraid Bai Yan would regret it. But even regret wouldn't change anything—since Bai Yan had said it himself, there was no taking it back.

Bai Yan had figured Gu Yu might hesitate, and he'd prepared his arguments. In his eyes, Gu Yu was still easy to coax.

The only tricky part was that Gu Yu's corruption value was sky-high now—even if he'd softened toward him, he still wouldn't let him out of the room, still insisted on keeping him chained up.

But he hadn't expected Gu Yu to agree without even waiting to be coaxed—he just pulled him in and said yes.

Bai Yan froze, then blinked.

This wasn't quite the reaction he'd imagined... though, it wasn't a bad thing for him either.

Seeing him suddenly go still, Gu Yu started to panic a little.

"A Yan, you said it—we're getting married! You can't take it back!"

He'd brought this up directly and indirectly countless times, but no matter how he put it, Bai Yan just wouldn't agree.

Even the proposal he'd painstakingly prepared had been completely ruined by that bastard Lin Zhibai.

Their relationship had nearly hit rock bottom during this period.

And now Bai Yan had suddenly brought up marriage out of nowhere.

Gu Yu felt almost lightheaded, even wanting to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"But brother, look at me now..."

Bai Yan said meaningfully, tugging at the long, thin chain.

Hearing that, Gu Yu immediately understood—he knew what the sudden proposal was really for.

Gu Yu was quiet for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"A Yan wants me to let you go? As long as you're willing to be with me, of course I wouldn't bear to keep you locked up like this."

A dark glint flickered in Gu Yu's eyes as his fingertips traced Bai Yan's brow and eyes.

Before this, he'd even thought about staging an accident, announcing to the world that Bai Yan had died, and keeping him by his side forever.

But if Bai Yan was truly willing to be with him—even if it was just for freedom, just to escape—he didn't mind.

Bai Yan curled his lips and sat right in Gu Yu's lap. He reached up on his own to loop his arms around Gu Yu's neck, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

"Alright."

Bai Yan's fingers moved, undoing Gu Yu's buttons, and he said softly,

"Brother, are you full?"

"I'm already full... but if brother isn't, you can try something else..."

Every word Bai Yan spoke was dripping with suggestion.

The fortune he'd gotten from Gu Yu a few days ago had been so dense it nearly overwhelmed him, but by now he'd mostly absorbed it.

This time, as long as he held back a bit, it should be fine...

Even when Gu Yu finally picked him up, Bai Yan was still clutching his clothes, thinking this to himself.

But unlike last time, Gu Yu wasn't in a rage now—his movements were gentle, and he didn't pour all of that into him either.

Bai Yan was even unusually proactive, which only riled Gu Yu up more.

When it was finally over, he fell into a deep sleep in Gu Yu's arms, his hand still resting on his lower belly.

Gu Yu had no choice but to carry him into the bathroom to clean up.

Even if he was sleepy, he still had to be washed properly.

Gu Yu moved quickly—after all, what he had told the Bai family was that he was taking Bai Yan out on a trip.

His parents didn't say much, though Bai Jinsheng was itching to drag them both straight into the company to help share the workload.

But who would have thought that the elder Bais would side with Gu Yu?

They already felt guilty about Gu Yu, and since his return, he rarely took the initiative to ask them for anything.

Now they hoped even more that the two of them could nurture their feelings and naturally end up together.

Bai Jinsheng had originally wanted to argue, since both his younger brothers were no longer exactly young.

But Bai's mother was quite blunt, saying that as long as he found a partner, he could also go on a trip like Gu Yu and Bai Yan did.

Bai Jinsheng chose silence—he hadn't met the one who made his heart stir, and he didn't want to commit his whole life for a moment of fleeting pleasure. That wouldn't be fair to anyone...

Bai Yan rested for several more days until the marks on his body had mostly faded, and only then did Gu Yu bring him back to the Bai family home.

Before getting out of the car, Gu Yu tenderly adjusted Bai Yan's collar, then whispered in his ear:

"A Yan, don't ever think about leaving. No matter where you are, I'll find you and bring you back."

The words carried a faint, veiled threat as they fell on his ear, and Gu Yu didn't forget to plant a kiss on him.

Bai Yan felt a dampness on his cheek too.

He let out a soft sigh, and his gaze drifted to his wrist, where a thin bracelet now rested—one that contained a tracker.

"So, have you set a date yet?"

Bai Yan turned his head to meet those possessive eyes, then suddenly spoke:

"Also, I want a traditional Chinese wedding. Has the date been set? Are the wedding robes ready? Has the venue been chosen? Has the guest list been drawn up?"

A string of questions left Gu Yu momentarily stunned.

He had originally thought that Bai Yan suddenly saying he wanted to marry him was just an excuse to escape being kept prisoner, and that once they were out, he would keep delaying things.

But why was Bai Yan already thinking about the wedding itself?

This was all happening too fast—so fast that Gu Yu couldn't quite process it, and he was still in a daze by the time they got out of the car.

Bai Yan grabbed Gu Yu's wrist, frowned, and said seriously:

"Brother, so everything I just said—you haven't thought about any of it, have you?"

"You agreed to marry me, but it's not just to deceive me, is it? Or do you just not care?"

"No, of course not. I just think... think it's a bit too fast."

Gu Yu nearly bit his tongue when he said that.

This was nothing like what he had imagined!

Why did it feel like Bai Yan was even more eager than him to have the wedding, and had even said everything he was about to say?

So what was there left for him to say?

Still, these things really did need to be properly considered.

Gu Yu was seriously thinking over what Bai Yan had just said, but he didn't notice the odd glint that flashed through the young man's eyes beside him.

"Is that so? Then brother, you'd better prepare well, because marriage isn't just up to me."

"I think the 28th of next month works well."

A little over a month—that's enough time for him to prepare properly.

A dark gleam appeared in Bai Yan's eyes as he thought about his plan, a hint of anticipation lurking beneath...