After the Young Master’s Death, He was Kissed by His Mortal Enemy! - Chapter 45

Wei Hailan was in love.

Wei Hailan… had fallen in love at first sight?!

That was a development Cheng Yi never saw coming.

Sensing some juicy gossip, Cheng Yi casually lit a cigarette and leaned against the windowsill.

“Alright, spill it. You, who spends every day holed up in a research lab and never takes more than two steps outside — how did you end up falling in love at first sight?”

To his surprise, Wei Hailan chuckled. “Old Cheng, I have you to thank for this.”

“Thank me?”

“Oh, it’s a long story… a long, long story~~~”

And Cheng Yi wasn’t wrong. Under normal circumstances, Wei Hailan really had no chance to meet anyone new.

After all, by day he was a respected researcher — and in the shadows, a top-tier hypnotist.

So he was either buried in his lab or out on secret assignments for special clients.

This time, his encounter with love happened during a mission — on the road.

The night before, after helping Shen Ran break out of his hypnotic state, Wei Hailan had prepared to make a swift and polite exit.

By the time he began the drive back to K City from F City, it was already dark.

The drive would take two hours — long, lonely, and uneventful.

The road stretched endlessly to the horizon. The same dim streetlights flickered on and on, barely illuminating the path ahead.

Bored, Wei Hailan yawned and reached to turn up the music — but just then, something unusual caught his eye ahead.

More precisely — someone.

A person was squatting by the roadside, head lowered, seemingly focused on something on the ground.

Wei Hailan’s heart skipped a beat. This wasn’t a highway, but cars still came and went — it was dangerous.

Visibility at night was low. If someone didn’t see this man in time and hit him… it could be a disaster.

Now, Wei Hailan had never thought of himself as a particularly warm-hearted person.

After all, anyone who could hang around with the famously venomous Cheng Yi probably wasn’t a saint.

But a winter night, a deserted road, a shadow crouched in a spot the streetlight didn’t reach…

Too many red flags. It was just too dangerous.

With a frown, Wei Hailan slowed down as he neared the figure and turned on his hazard lights.

Once the car was parked safely by the side of the road, he pushed open the door and stepped out, shivering as he stomped his feet against the cold, grumbling as he walked over.

“Hey! What are you doing squatting here in the dead of night? Bored or something? I’ll tell you what — best-case scenario, this is just you being careless. Worst case? You’re asking to get yourself ki—…”

He trailed off mid-sentence.

He had intended to scold the guy thoroughly — it was seriously dangerous.

But the moment the man looked up at him — the instant their eyes met — all of Wei Hailan’s sharp words got stuck in his throat.

The man appeared to be around his age, dressed in a black trench coat, his lifted face elegant and refined.

In that instant, all Wei Hailan could hear was the thunderous pounding of his own heart.

The man simply looked at him, quietly, unbothered by the reprimand. Calm, composed, like still water.

Wei Hailan froze. He knew his tone had been too harsh, maybe even a bit rude.

And no, he wasn’t just judging based on looks. Of course not.

“…What are you doing out here this late?” he asked again, not even realizing how much gentler his voice had become.

The man, still crouching, finally spoke.

“I was passing by and saw this little thing by the road. I was worried, so I got out of the car.”

The moment he spoke, Wei Hailan’s heart gave another jolt — like being brushed gently by a feather.

His voice was just like his face: clear, calm, like snow falling silently on a winter night — cold but soft.

Wei Hailan looked down and finally saw what the man had been fussing over.

“A cat…”

He squatted down beside him and reached out to gently tease the fluffy creature.

It was a kitten, maybe a month or so old, trembling from the cold.

Suddenly, everything made sense. Why he was squatting there. Why he looked so focused.

But still…

Wei Hailan stretched his neck, glancing around.

His car was the only one pulled over on this entire stretch of road.

“You said you were just passing by — so where’s your car?” he asked, finally voicing the question that had been bugging him.

The refined man gently scooped up the tiny kitten and held it in his palm, lowering his gaze to it with surprising tenderness.

“I was in a cab. The driver didn’t allow animals in the car. I paid the fare, and he drove off.”

“Ah…”

For a moment, Wei Hailan was at a loss for words.
That reason… somehow sounded both ridiculous and entirely reasonable.

Another gust of icy wind blew past. Wei Hailan, who had gotten out of the car without his coat, shivered and hunched his shoulders against the cold.

The movement caught the man’s eye — and to his surprise, the man smiled softly.

And just like that, Wei Hailan froze.

Cold and distant when expressionless, this man was like eternal snow atop a mountain — pure and untouchable.
But when he smiled… he was like spring water thawing through the frost, gentle and rippling.

—A smile that stirred up something in the heart.

“It’s freezing out here,” the man said, voice low and calm. “You should get back in the car, or you’ll catch a cold.”

Wei Hailan blinked. He hadn’t even said anything yet — and this guy was the one worried about him?

Judging from the situation, shouldn’t the one squatting on the side of the road with a freezing kitten be the one in greater danger?

Wei Hailan looked at the man, then at the shivering fluffball in his hands, and suddenly made a decision.

“You— and that little thing in your hands — get in the car!”

The man looked at him for a moment, as though still processing the sudden invitation. His cold, quiet gaze didn’t waver, and it made Wei Hailan’s face heat up for some reason.

He stretched his neck, voice raising in volume — though somehow becoming less steady:
“You-you-you’re out here in the middle of nowhere, not a house or store in sight. You’re never gonna get a cab! Just get in my car — I’ll drive you back to the city. I can’t just—just stand by and watch that little thing freeze to—!”

By the end, even he wasn’t sure what he was saying anymore.

But the man nodded without hesitation. “Thank you.”

He rose to his feet, carefully cradling the kitten to his chest. His black trench coat fluttered in the wind, giving him the air of a fallen immortal — untouchable yet oddly vulnerable.

Wei Hailan rushed to open the car door for them — the front passenger seat, not the backseat.

Yes. The front.

He swore to himself, hand on heart: he only did it out of kindness! It had absolutely nothing to do with being stunned by the guy’s looks!

He was not that shallow. Really!

Once they were inside, Wei Hailan, now playing chauffeur, couldn’t stand the awkward silence. So he started talking. A lot.

“Hey, uh… bro, buddy, friend — what should I call you?”

“You can call me A’Ming.”

A’Ming.

Wei Hailan got the message — clearly, the man didn’t want to give his real name.

That was fine. Reasonable, even. It was late at night, and some wariness was to be expected. He respected that.

“Okay then, A’Ming — so what exactly were you doing out here, taking a cab down such a deserted road?”

A’Ming gently stroked the sleepy kitten curled up on his lap. He hesitated, then finally spoke:

“I ran away from home… Actually, I was running away from a wedding.”

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