Liang Muqiu fled home in a panic, his chest heaving violently with his rapid breathing. It was only a corridor of ten meters but he was exhausted as if he had just run a marathon.
Edamame was probably woken up by the sound of the door slamming and a few disgruntled whimpers came from the living room followed by silence.
But at this moment, Liang Muqiu could not bother coaxing him.
He leaned against the door and bent forward slightly, too tired to speak.
The alcohol he’d drunk at the party still seemed to flow through his limbs. He was sober, yet he still felt sore all over.
After resting for a while, he walked in but stopped when his eyes swept over the shoe cabinet.
On the shoe cabinet was the pen that Cen Nan had given him a few days ago. He didn’t want to take it, but he didn’t want to pull and push with Cen Nan any longer and just kept it there, pretending it didn’t exist.
No one cared about the gift for several days and it seemed to have dulled.
He stared at the gift box for a while, then slowly reached out to pick it up and opened the lid. The white mother-of-pearl pen inside was still glimmering under the light, like a cold gem and a sleeping princess.
Liang Muqiu’s brows were lightly twisted together.
Cen Nan gifted him a pen because he knew he liked collecting them, but he never knew why he started collecting them.
He never told Cen Nan why, as if he was keeping an untold secret.
He started collecting pens because of that one afternoon in their senior year. Cen Nan had held his hand to write. He always felt that Cen Nan’s handwriting was very beautiful. It was spirited and powerful, flowing like water and gliding like clouds. Meanwhile, his handwriting was like a chicken pecking rice. Every time he received his test paper, he would have two points deducted because of it.
Back then, Cen Nan had smiled and placed the pen in his hand. He bowed down and clasped his hand, “I’ll teach you.”
The afternoon sun was scorching and white draft papers could be seen everywhere. The fingers of Cen Nan were slender and powerful. His palm wrapped around the back of his hand firmly as he taught him stroke by stroke.
The sound of his breathing was right next to his ear, soft and calming.
At that time, he had already discovered his crush on Cen Nan. His heart was beating wildly and his ears couldn’t stop burning. He was afraid that Cen Nan would notice his feelings but he was also afraid that he wouldn’t.
After a few minutes of confusion, he heard Cen Nan say, “Okay, practice like this.”
Cen Nan’s hand loosened from the back of his hand.
He looked at the snow-white paper in a trance.
Written on the paper was-
“We lived together in Changgan, two youngsters without dislike or suspicion.”
He and Cen Nan had never been small and innocent, they met at the age of eighteen. When they first met, they were only one step away from adulthood.
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Ten years had passed since his senior year.
Cen Nan said again that he loved him.
And just like ten years ago, he was hopeless while his heart beat like a drum.
Liang Muqiu stayed at the entrance for a long time before he took the pen and returned to his bedroom.
When taking a bath, he found that his lips were also split. He bit Cen Nan too hard and even bit himself at the same time. The blood had coagulated, but it still hurt when he tugged it a little.
Liang Muqiu cursed in his heart.
He brushed his teeth and climbed into bed in his pyjamas, but obviously, he couldn’t sleep.
He couldn’t see Cen Nan but the words he declared when he pressed him onto the bed and the kiss that landed on his lips just now, all of them still seemed to be in front of him.
Cen Nan said that as long as he gave a little tenderness to him, he could do whatever he wanted and he wouldn’t ask for forgiveness, only a chance to pursue him.
God knows how much effort it took to stop himself from agreeing as he lay in Cen Nan’s bed.
He could deceive everyone, he could tell everyone that it had been a long time since he loved Cen Nan and that he didn’t care who Cen Nan was.
But on such a quiet night, he couldn’t deceive himself.
He loved Cen Nan.
From the third year of high school when he was held in Cen Nan’s arms to practise his writing to seven years after Cen Nan broke up with him, he had always loved this man.
He didn’t want to recall the stupidity he’d committed in the past seven years so he wiped his face with the back of his hand and cursed in a low voice. He turned off the phone and the bedside lamp and got under the covers to sleep.
After such a thrilling day, he couldn’t sleep well.
The next day, Liang Muqiu was not surprised to find that two more dark circles under his eyes and his appearance had been reduced to nine points.
Liang Muqiu looked in the mirror for a while and was very upset. He felt that if he continued to toss about like this, he would ruin his appearance sooner or later.
He lowered his head and looked at the watch. It was still early, six o’clock. He decided to buy breakfast.
When he passed by the living room, Edamame didn’t wake up and continued sleeping soundly in the kennel. He squatted and looked at him for a while. He reached out to touch his dog son’s belly and smiled before he stood up again to go out.
He had just opened the door and the weather was foggy outside. In the early summer morning, the wind was slightly cold and humid from the morning dew of trees and plants.
But he found an uninvited guest standing outside his house.
Wearing a simple white T-shirt and trousers, his short black hair was a bit messy and his face was pale. He leaned against the wall beside his door, his eyes half closed and undereyes a faint dark blue.
Hearing the door open, the man opened his eyes like a leopard waiting for its prey.
The two looked at each other and saw that the other hadn’t slept well.
Liang Muqiu couldn’t even think about whether his behaviour was worth reporting to the police. He took a step forward subconsciously, wanting to feel whether his hands were cold or not. However, when he stretched out his hand, he felt that it was inappropriate and withdrew again.
“What are you doing outside my door? Are you a door god?” He looked at Cen Nan in disbelief. “How long have you been here?”
A hint of guilt flashed in Cen Nan’s eyes and he lowered his head and said nothing.
Compared to yesterday’s crazy and gloomy appearance, he looked very obedient with the white shirt. His face was pale, like a little white lotus with low eyebrows.
But Liang Muqiu didn't eat this anymore.
If he was fooled again, he would take Cen Nan’s surname.
He waited for a long time without getting a reply but his heart had already reacted. He looked at Cen Nan incredulously, “Did you… guard my door, afraid that I’ll leave?”
Cen Nan looked up at him and didn’t speak, silently acquiescing.
Liang Muqiu thought it was ridiculous.
“When did you come out?” He looked him up and down, “Are you crazy? Even if you can block me today, can you block me every day?”
“I know.” Cen Nan’s voice was hoarse, like a worn bamboo flute in the morning wind. “But I can’t sleep, I always feel like you’ll be gone when I open my eyes.”
He raised his eyes and looked at Liang Muqiu. The barbarity of last night was gone and he became a mild-tempered gentleman during the day, waiting for Liang Muqiu to raise his sword.
It was quite absurd. Back then, he was the one who walked away without hesitation and threw Liang Muqiu behind him.
Now that the situation was reversed, he didn’t allow Liang Muqiu to do the same.
Liang Muqiu thought about his words and smiled with ridicule.
He no longer had the mood to buy breakfast. He took a deep breath and looked out the window at the foggy haze and then at Cen Nan. He also looked at the south of the country. It had probably rained last night, it was much more humid than usual.
Cen Nan didn’t know how he had been standing outside the door. His face and lips had turned white.
Liang Muqiu was helpless.
For a few minutes, the corridor was so silent that the air was almost stagnant. Liang Muqiu wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he only had his mobile phone in his pocket.
He bit his lip and whispered, “Is it fun to do this, Cen Nan?”
“If I really wanted to leave, if I really wanted to stay away from you, I would have moved sooner or later. I could have changed cities, or maybe just like you, I could have flown abroad, so far away that you can never find me.”
As soon as he finished saying these words, Cen Nan looked up at him in a panic, as if he wanted to say something.
But Liang Muqiu didn’t want to hear it.
Liang Muqiu closed his eyes and suddenly moved towards him. He grabbed Cen Nan by the collar and forcefully pressed him to the wall. Cen Nan’s back collided with the wall and made a dull thud.
“I don’t need you to promise me anything. I don’t need you to guard my door like a bereaved dog. I don’t want it anymore.” Liang Muqiu’s eyes were red but he glared at Cen Nan fiercely. “You said you wanted a chance to pursue me? Okay, I’ll give it to you. But you said it yourself, we’re not equals, I will still accept the pursuit of others and I can torture you. I might say yes and promise you but I might never also. If I want you to roll, you will roll. If I want you to appear, you will appear…”
He was speaking harshly, but he choked up and gripped Cen Nan’s shirt in pain.
He didn’t hesitate, and he also understood what his words meant.
But from the moment he saw Cen Nan in the bar, he had already lost a crushing defeat. It really couldn’t be more ugly.
He gritted his teeth and looked at Cen Nan, “I don’t want to forgive you, I don’t want to hear your explanation nor your difficulties, I don’t want to know if you regret leaving me. I just want to get revenge on you.”
When he finished, he let go of the hand holding Cen Nan but tears rolled down his trembling eyes and slipped down his face. It was he who spit out the cruel words and said that he wanted to retaliate.
But it was also him who cried so pitifully.
Cen Nan stared at him for a long time.
He got the result he wanted. His Qiuqiu finally softened his heart and forgave him like the most compassionate king, but he wasn’t happy at all.
He stretched out his hand, took Liang Muqiu into his arms, and gently kissed his crying red eyes.
“Don’t forgive me.” He whispered, “I’m terrible. I left you alone for seven years, don’t forgive me.”
Author’s note: After that, you can have some sugar ~
Hi guys! I’m currently looking for a TLC (translation checker) to join me on this wife chasing adventure so if you’re interested, you can DM me on discord! Come join me in this pit we call danmei
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It’s so sad that LMQ still love CN after all of this, after break-up, being left alone, trampled heart… And now CN coming back demanding being together without any explanation, without caring about other’s feelings… Fck you CN (╬⓪益⓪)o”))
Thank You for the new chapter (๑╹ڡ╹)╭ ～ ♡
Omfg I actually cried here!!! Hahahaha dude 🤣 I have read so many wife chasing crematorium with more depressing plot yet I haven’t shed a single tear, even with the shou dying and here I am crying for LMQ, lmfao. His pain is just so real dammit.
If only I could speak Chinese and good in English I would apply in a heartbeat, unfortunately, I’m a failure even for my own native language. May you find the assistance that you need. Thank you for your hard work.
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