After the Young Master’s Death, He was Kissed by His Mortal Enemy! - Chapter 46

Runaway marriage.

Runaway marriage?!

Runaway marriage!!!

Wei Hailan’s mouth fell further and further open as he drove.

What a wildly unexpected phrase.

“Why would you run away from a wedding? If you didn’t like them, couldn’t you just say so?”

“Because it was arranged by my parents. A marriage alliance, I suppose. I didn’t want it, so I ran.”

A’Ming gave a brief and calm explanation of the situation.

When he got home, his parents informed him that they had arranged a match for him — supposedly with someone from a respectable family. After meeting and getting along well with the other party’s parents, they went ahead and made the decision for him.

They told A’Ming he would meet the intended partner over the weekend. And if there were no major issues, the wedding would be held right after the New Year.

A’Ming, of course, didn’t agree — so he packed up and fled, catching a cab straight out of K City.

Originally, he just wanted to clear his head and wander around F City. But along the way, he spotted a lonely little kitten by the roadside.

With no mother cat in sight, the kitten clearly wouldn’t survive the freezing temperatures. So A’Ming paid the driver, got out of the car — and shortly after, ran into a passing do-gooder named Wei Hailan.

Wei Hailan was visibly upset after hearing this and couldn’t help but fume on A’Ming’s behalf:

“Seriously? It’s the twenty-first century and people are still arranging marriages like this? That’s just… feudal!”

At that moment, the simple and oblivious Wei Hailan still didn’t realize just how deep the word “marriage alliance” ran in A’Ming’s world.

A’Ming didn’t comment further, but he did nod in agreement.

After a while, a thought occurred to Wei Hailan — a very important one.

“Wait… aren’t you running away from your wedding? If I take you and that little furball back to K City, aren’t I just driving you straight back to where you escaped from?!”

A’Ming smiled. “True. But I couldn’t just leave it out there. If I didn’t take it with me, it would’ve died in the cold.”

That was when Wei Hailan realized — A’Ming may look calm and detached, but his heart wasn’t cold at all.

They chatted some more, and Wei Hailan learned that A’Ming played bass at a small bar in K City. He didn’t drive despite having a license, due to a personal condition.

The place where they’d met was technically already on the outskirts of K City. With no traffic at night, they soon returned to the city proper.

“So, um, A’Ming… where should I drop you off? Want me to take you home?”

Wei Hailan admitted, he only asked that because he was curious.

From the sound of it, A’Ming came from a wealthy or influential family — like his own.

But he worked as a bassist in a bar. That lifestyle was… unexpectedly carefree, even rebellious.

If he truly came from an elite family, wouldn’t that kind of freedom be impossible?

It was contradictory — and yet, something told Wei Hailan that A’Ming wasn’t lying.

He was simply intrigued. Curious about what kind of background A’Ming came from.

But A’Ming declined.

“No need. Just drop me off at a pet store. I’ve never raised a cat before, and I need to buy some supplies.”

Since he refused, Wei Hailan didn’t push the matter.

Before long, they pulled up outside a pet store.

“Thank you. For everything tonight.”

Wei Hailan scratched his head a little awkwardly. “It’s no big deal! Really — helping people is what I do, hahaha…”

Truth be told, he had spent the entire day playing Good Samaritan.

A’Ming smiled gently, stroking the kitten’s head and carefully slipping the tiny ball of fluff into his coat pocket before stepping out of the car.

He waved toward the driver’s seat and walked into the store.

And just like that — with a fleeting, snow-like smile — A’Ming once again left Wei Hailan speechless.

He drove home in a daze, only halfway there when it finally hit him:

The drive was short… and he’d forgotten to ask for A’Ming’s contact info.

And A’Ming didn’t even know his name or where he worked.

A’Ming never once looked back after entering the pet shop.

And Wei Hailan — in his haze — forgot to roll down the window.

He and A’Ming were nothing more than two strangers crossing paths on a winter night.

That was all.

After returning home, Wei Hailan remained visibly absent-minded.

He lay in bed, tossing and turning well past midnight, completely unable to fall asleep.

Every time he closed his eyes, he’d picture A’Ming in that black coat, cradling the kitten, head tilted up, quietly looking at him.

He kept thinking about it until sleep finally took him — and in his dreams, there was only A’Ming.

A’Ming’s hands were long and pale, able to gently hold a tiny kitten — or hold his (**).

In the dream, A’Ming’s usually cool and distant eyes were clouded with mist — because of something he had done.

It was… a little too intimate, even for a dream.

After hearing the full, emotional story, Cheng Yi narrowed his eyes and took a long drag from his cigarette.

“So, let me get this straight. You fell in love with a complete stranger — don’t know his last name, don’t know where he lives?”

“A’Ming’s not a stranger!” Wei Hailan retorted indignantly. “You didn’t see how good-looking he is! He’s definitely not some random passerby!”

“To me, anyone who passes by is a stranger. So what now? You plan to search for him in a city of millions? ‘A’Ming’ is hardly a rare name in K City.”

“Sure, but how many bassists named A’Ming are there in K City’s bar scene? Especially ones this gorgeous— heh heh heh!”

That laugh was so suggestive that Cheng Yi could practically picture Wei Hailan’s drooling expression through the phone.

“You just fell for his face,” Cheng Yi said, cutting to the chase.

“So what if I did? At least I’m brave enough to admit it! He got in my car — that means he probably has a good impression of me too! I’m already planning to buy flowers and a custom ring!”

Getting in your car means he likes you? Cheng Yi was speechless.

But Wei Hailan stood firm in his logic. “Next time I see him, I’m going to confess — I’m not the type to keep my feelings bottled up.”

That hit a sore spot for Cheng Yi.

He wasn’t like Wei Hailan. Even though he knew his own heart, he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.

There were too many complications. Too many unknowns.

“…I really envy you.”

“Why envy me?” Wei Hailan asked, casually. “Old Cheng, if you want, you can confess to Shen Ran anytime. You two can be together. He’s like… 99% into you.”

“But I’m scared of that one percent — what if he doesn’t like me?”

“You can’t seriously plan to never confess. What if Shen Ran’s just waiting for you to speak up? If you stay silent forever, what? You expect him to wait for you forever?”

“You don’t understand.”

“Ugh, Cheng Yi! Your problem is you think too much. Sometimes, all it takes is one deep breath and one bold step. Can’t you just go for it for once?!”

Cheng Yi stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray by the window — but his heart had already been moved.

Maybe he really was overthinking it all.

Maybe, sometimes, he should take a page out of his overly optimistic, slightly unreliable friend’s book.

Maybe, once you confess, you’re just… together.

And all those long, uncertain nights are over.

“…Wei Hailan,” Cheng Yi said finally, “where are you getting that custom ring? Send me the shop link.”

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