Chapter 132 Extra: Yan Qing & Zhan Wuyou
Yan Qing was planning to take Wuyou on a trip abroad.
It wasn’t for anything else—mainly, he wanted to pick a memorable location to propose.
But after going back and forth through countless options, he either found the places boring or too cliche for proposals. The remaining, slightly obscure ones were ruthlessly categorized by him as "unworthy of his precious Wuyou."
After all this picking and choosing, nearly every famous spot on the world map had been rejected by him.
Zhan Wuyou had known early on that Yan Qing wanted to take him on a trip.
After all, they lived together, and Yan Qing couldn’t hide it even if he tried. So, he straightforwardly told Zhan Wuyou he wanted to take him out, though he left out the proposal part.
But half a month had passed since Yan Qing mentioned the trip, and there had been no further discussion. This was completely unlike Yan Qing’s usual decisive style.
"Can’t decide where to go?" Zhan Wuyou lay sprawled on the office sofa, the black coffee table in front of him piled high with snacks and desserts as usual.
All of them were offerings from the Yan Corporation staff, thanking "Master Zhan" for single-handedly taming Yan Qing’s explosive temper.
Zhan Wuyou ate without a care, chatting with Yan Qing, who was working. "Want me to give you a suggestion?"
Yan Qing’s fountain pen paused.
If it was a place Zhan Wuyou liked, that would naturally be the best.
"Where?" Yan Qing asked.
Zhan Wuyou clapped his hands and sat up from the sofa. Light on his feet, he circled around to Yan Qing’s desk and suggested, "How about an island? We can go deep-sea fishing and have a barbecue." Then he veered off-topic. "Uncle’s been pestering me again. The old king is stepping down next month, and if we don’t leave soon, he’ll come chasing after us."
Yan Qing felt a twinge of urgency. "Jean couldn’t keep Uncle in check?"
Zhan Wuyou spread his hands. "How could he? With his history of romantic escapades, Uncle even agreeing to give him a chance made him so happy he threw banquets for a whole month. At the latest one, hardly anyone showed up."
Yan Qing, "Why?"
"Why do you think?" Zhan Wuyou said with a sour expression. "Everyone who went got fed dog food. And as a parting gift, they got a book he wrote, 'To My Dearest Wu.'"
Yan Qing, "…"
Yan Qing, who was nearly going bald from proposal stress, felt utterly defeated.
Writing a book for a lover, that sounded amazing!
Love makes people blind, and even the once-feared "Master Yan" was no exception.
After a moment of contemplation, he asked, "Is that book available domestically?"
Zhan Wuyou paused suspiciously, then gave him a long, meaningful look before slowly saying, "If you really want it… there’s a whole box in the warehouse. Jean mailed them over."
Yan Qing decided to study it carefully that night.
But before that, under the pretense of a business meeting, he secretly contacted the island’s caretaker to arrange for a full set of proposal supplies—fireworks, sparklers, flowers, anything that could be used for a proposal, get them all!
Since they had decided on a seaside proposal, work naturally had to take a backseat.
The butler worked efficiently, and by evening, all the necessary items had been purchased.
Yan Qing felt a little more confident.
When the first rays of morning sunlight streamed into the room, he pulled Zhan Wuyou out of bed.
"What's going on?" Zhan Wuyou mumbled sleepily, fumbling for his phone to check the time. "It's only 5:30. Let me sleep a bit longer." He started to slump back down.
Yan Qing caught him and hauled him upright again. "We're leaving for the island now." He offered a pre-planned excuse, "Didn’t you want to go deep-sea fishing? This is the perfect time. Here, let me help you get dressed, raise your arms."
Still groggy, Zhan Wuyou let Yan Qing dress him. The next moment, he felt himself being lifted, and when he opened his eyes again, he was in the bathroom.
Before his blurry vision could even focus on the mirror, a toothbrush was pressed into his hand.
Yan Qing’s caregiving skills had been honed to perfection during Wuyou’s past illnesses, and now they were second nature.
Before leaving, he even grabbed a sandwich from the kitchen and handed it to Zhan Wuyou.
By the time they boarded the plane, Zhan Wuyou was still half-asleep.
The sandwich in his hand had already been unwrapped by Yan Qing and held up to his lips.
He took a reflexive bite, his eyes glazed over.
The two of them had stayed up late the night before, only falling asleep around 2 AM.
Yet Yan Qing, as if hopped up on stimulants, had dragged him out of bed at 5 in the morning.
As the one on the receiving end, Zhan Wuyou was struggling. Resentment simmered in his heart, he wanted nothing more than to give Yan Qing a taste of his own medicine, to make him experience the agony of sleep deprivation after a long night.
Unfortunately, that thought gradually faded under the weight of his exhaustion.
With a small bite of sandwich still in his mouth, he slumped against Yan Qing’s shoulder and drifted back to sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, the scenery had completely changed.
The island was as picturesque as ever. In the distance, the fine sand of the beach was gently lapped by the waves, occasionally depositing stray sea creatures ashore, only for the patrolling security to toss them back.
Tropical trees swayed on either side, and the air carried a faint floral fragrance.
He got out of bed and stepped onto the balcony, taking a deep breath of the island air.
The salty tang of the sea mingled with the scent of tropical flowers, filling his nostrils. He leaned over the railing, scanning the beach. A few maids were setting something up near the shore, but Yan Qing was nowhere in sight.
After a thorough look around the balcony and still failing to spot him, he leisurely made his way downstairs.
"You're awake," the butler greeted him at the foot of the stairs, stepping forward the moment he saw Zhan Wuyou descend. "The food is still warm. You’ve been asleep for three hours, would you like to eat now?"
Zhan Wuyou glanced around but still didn’t see Yan Qing. He couldn’t help but ask, "Where’s Yan Qing?"
The butler smiled. "The master is by the beach, preparing ingredients for the barbecue."
"Oh?" Zhan Wuyou walked to the dining table and sat down slowly, then raised his eyes to the butler.
The butler maintained his smile.
Zhan Wuyou didn’t call him out on the lie—after all, he had specifically scanned the beach from the balcony earlier, and there had been no sign of Yan Qing.
But if the butler dared to lie like this, it was almost certainly on Yan Qing’s orders.
With that in mind, he stopped the endless stream of dishes being brought to the table. "I can’t eat this much alone. Call Yan Qing and tell him to come back for a meal."
"Of course," the butler replied before quietly retreating, presumably to fetch Yan Qing.
Zhan Wuyou ate unhurriedly, in no particular rush.
About ten minutes later, Yan Qing walked in.
He was wearing a white tank top and black shorts, looking utterly relaxed.
Zhan Wuyou had never seen him in a tank top before. Especially now that he had regained much of his muscle tone. The lines of his shoulders and neck were sinfully defined, his arms strong and perfectly proportioned. He must have been doing some physical labor earlier, as sweat still glistened on his skin…
Muscles, sweat - the image was too evocative. Zhan Wuyou couldn’t help but recall how those very arms had held him last night, driving into him with relentless intensity.
His ears began to burn…
Oblivious, Yan Qing sat down beside him, a hint of smugness in his tone. "Looking for me? Can’t bear to be apart for even a little while?"
Drunk on lust, Zhan Wuyou leaned in and buried his face against Yan Qing’s neck, inhaling deeply.
Yan Qing had just picked up his chopsticks, ready to eat, but the sudden gesture froze him mid-motion.
Zhan Wuyou smiled playfully, wrapping his fingers around Yan Qing's hand that held the chopsticks. He gently took the tip of the chopstick between his lips, sucking lightly before murmuring in a deliberately soft, ambiguous tone, "When I woke up and didn’t see you, I was scared."
The last three words were uttered so tenderly and sweetly, like a coquettish plea, or perhaps an invitation for something far more intimate.
The butler had discreetly retreated the moment Zhan Wuyou leaned in to scent Yan Qing, even shooing away the rest of the staff to give the two their privacy.
Yan Qing’s gaze darkened, like a starved predator finally catching sight of prey.
He reached out, fingers brushing through Zhan Wuyou’s hair as his voice dropped to a rough whisper, "Do you still want to eat properly? If you do, let go."
Zhan Wuyou kept his teeth clamped lightly on the chopstick and shook his head—no.
Yan Qing's hand trailed down the nape of his neck...
The thought that Zhan Wuyou had only taken one bite of sandwich all morning made him grit his teeth and hold back, though his voice had already dropped to a ragged whisper, "If you don’t let go now, this meal is over."
Zhan Wuyou, utterly oblivious to Yan Qing’s struggle.
His crimson tongue flicked teasingly along the chopstick, leaving a glistening trail on the wood. He swirled it twice more with deliberate slowness, then lifted his gaze to Yan Qing - a blatant challenge.
At this point, if Yan Qing didn’t teach him a thorough lesson, he might as well not be a man at all.
Yan Qing yanked him off the chair in one fluid motion.
Zhan Wuyou let himself be pulled, settling astride Yan Qing’s lap.
Face to face, bodies flush, the heat between them undeniable.
Yan Qing’s thumb brushed the damp curve of Wuyou’s lower lip, voice thick with promise, "Skip the meal. Let me... serve you something else."
And just like that, the dining table became their newest playground.
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