After the Young Master’s Death, He was Kissed by His Mortal Enemy! - Chapter 49

Fu Yun’s voice was soft.

He called him “Hailan.”

…Could they get married right now? Like—right now, this second?!

Wei Hailan almost blurted it out:
“I won’t hypnotize you. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do, or meet someone you don’t want to see.”

After all, that was what he’d decided before opening the door.

He had agreed to Madam Fu’s request to hypnotize her son only after weighing the pros and cons—a reluctant decision just to get the chance to see Fu Yun again.

Hearing the certainty in Wei Hailan’s voice, Fu Yun smiled faintly and reached down to stroke Xiao Bai’s soft fur.

“I knew you’d say that. Last night, when I told you about running away from the engagement, you said you understood. I knew then—you and I are the same kind of person.”

Fu Yun’s fingers brushed against the palm of Wei Hailan’s hand. Wei Hailan’s hand twitched slightly, his heart tickling with an odd flutter.

Fu Yun’s hands were beautiful.

Fair skin, long fingers. But the pads of his fingertips were calloused—probably from playing the bass.

Wei Hailan’s imagination ran wild.

If Fu Yun were to slap him with those bass-playing hands… what would that feel like?

For some reason, a ridiculous thought popped into his head:

If Fu Yun slapped him, the first thing that would reach him might be the scent—then the slap itself…

And the result of that slap… might not even be pain—it might be bliss.

He was spiraling in these absurd thoughts when Fu Yun suddenly asked:

“Hailan, how long does it usually take you to hypnotize someone?”

Wei Hailan froze for a second before snapping back to reality.

“Ah? Oh—around an hour, usually. If the person being hypnotized has a strong will, it could take two hours… or even longer.”

Still absentmindedly petting the kitten in his lap, Wei Hailan scolded himself internally.

It was just a brush of Fu Yun’s fingers—so why had his mind gone off the rails like that?

If Fu Yun ever found out that behind his clean-cut appearance he was actually such a pervert, he’d probably never trust him again!

…He might never smile at him like that again, either!

“I see,” Fu Yun nodded thoughtfully. “If you’re going to be here for a while, you must be bored. Why don’t I chat with you and help pass the time?”

“Sure! Yeah, that’d be great!” Wei Hailan replied dumbly. “But w-what should we talk about?”

“If you’d like to get to know me better,” Fu Yun said, “I can tell you about my past. It’s probably different from what my mother told you. Want to hear it?”

Wei Hailan nodded like a pecking chick. “Yes, absolutely! I want to hear everything!”

He was dying to know more about Fu Yun! How could he possibly pass up an offer like this?

But what Wei Hailan didn’t expect… was that Fu Yun’s life story was far more turbulent than he’d imagined.

Being born into the Fu family meant Fu Yun was guaranteed a life of wealth and comfort.

But it didn’t mean he was happy.

In his earliest memories, his parents had seemed loving.

But as he grew older, that changed. The father he once looked up to grew volatile, and the love in his eyes when he looked at Fu Yun’s mother disappeared.

They fought constantly, over the smallest things—petty arguments that escalated into full-blown wars.

Each wanted to be above the other. Neither was willing to back down.

Caught in the crossfire, Fu Yun was naturally neglected.
His parents had no time to understand his interests or dreams.

By the time Fu Jiao divorced in despair, she had only one goal: to raise her son to be the heir of the Fu family and take over the company.

But Fu Yun had already fallen in love with a freer, wilder life.

In high school, he went to a concert with a friend—and was instantly captivated by the performance. He went home and bought a bass.

Later in college, he happened to stop by a bar. Their bassist had just left after a bad breakup, and by sheer coincidence, Fu Yun ended up joining the small house band.

From then on, he practiced and performed with his bandmates.
Thanks to his cool, elegant appearance and his explosive, wild playing style, the contrast made him wildly popular.

And it had continued—until now.

Fu Jiao, having finally emerged from the shadow of her failed marriage, now focused all her energy on “correcting” the trajectory of her son’s life.

Fu Yun could feel it—ever since losing love, his mother had become increasingly obsessive. Once she believed something was right, it had to be right.

He didn’t want to clash head-on with her—after all, her intentions were for his own good.

But the years of emotional distance between them had eroded their ability to truly communicate.

And so Fu Yun had always tried to sidestep her intensity. He didn’t fight—but he didn’t give in either. The push and pull had continued to this day.

For now, he hadn’t become “President Fu.”
He was still that enigmatic bassist in the band—A’Ming.

Yet without even realizing it, Fu Yun had grown more stubborn, too.

Then recently, Fu Jiao changed tactics. Instead of pushing him to inherit the family business, she decided to marry him off.

Supposedly, the candidate was attractive, kind, and ambitious.

But Fu Yun didn’t want to live life by someone else’s script—let alone accept having his love life arranged for him.

After seeing how his own parents’ relationship had ended, he had no faith in so-called “business marriages.” He didn’t believe in “love will come later” either.

So he never planned to attend the meeting. Instead, he quietly decided to leave K City and lie low for a while.

But then he saw the stray kitten. Then he ran into Wei Hailan.
And then… he turned around and came back—only to be locked up here by an enraged Fu Jiao.

After listening to Fu Yun’s story, Wei Hailan sat in stunned silence for a long time.

His first impression of Fu Yun had been that of a cold, strikingly handsome man in a black coat—like someone straight out of a Korean drama.

He never imagined that beneath that cool exterior lay a burning heart with nowhere to release its heat—

A heart that had held on for so long, trying not to break… and now sat quietly imprisoned.

“Do you believe in love at first sight, Hailan?” Fu Yun asked softly.

Wei Hailan nodded immediately. Of course he believed in it—he had fallen for Fu Yun at first glance. Ever since that night, he hadn’t been able to get him out of his mind.

Fu Yun’s tone carried something deeper, more personal:

“I believe in it too. No—actually, I only believe in love at first sight. If the first feeling is wrong, then how could love ever grow later?”

On the other hand, if just one look was enough to fall… then not being together would be the real tragedy.

Wei Hailan lowered his head, ears burning red but saying nothing.

Seeing this, Fu Yun gracefully shifted the topic without pushing.

“By the way, Hailan. Is hypnosis really a thing? I never believed in it before.”

The moment the topic shifted to his specialty, Wei Hailan instantly perked up.

“Of course it’s real! Hypnosis is absolutely real! If I wanted to, I could put you into a brief trance and have you do simple things—and you wouldn’t even remember it afterward. It’s amazing!”

Of course, there were exceptions to everything.

Wei Hailan added silently to himself.

Some people had such incredibly strong mental resistance that even he couldn’t hypnotize them.

In fact, in all his years of practice, he’d only ever met one person like that—Cheng Yi.

“…Can I try it?” Fu Yun asked suddenly.

Wei Hailan blinked in surprise. “You want to try?”

Fu Yun nodded. For once, there was a soft, rare smile in his cool eyes.

“Mhm. Since you’re already here, I want to know what it feels like—to be hypnotized. Is that okay?”

“Of course!” Wei Hailan quickly replied. “Then I’ll begin. Fu Yun, look into my eyes.”

Short-term control didn’t require elaborate setup, yet Wei Hailan hesitated at the last moment.

He was supposed to give a light, harmless command—something silly and inconsequential.

Like: stand up, spin twice, jump three times, make a funny face, then take a video of it and show Fu Yun later.

But…

As he stared deep into Fu Yun’s cool, piercing eyes—

Without thinking, driven by something reckless and uncontrollable,
Wei Hailan heard himself say:

“Fu Yun, kiss me.”

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