After the Young Master’s Death, He was Kissed by His Mortal Enemy! - Chapter 50

The moment the words left his mouth, Wei Hailan regretted them.

Fu Yun trusted him—so much—and yet he’d made him do something like that. It felt like he’d completely betrayed that trust…

But there was no time for regrets.

The soft scent of vetiver and incense drifted toward him. Then came the warmth—soft and unmistakably real—pressing gently against his cheek. Wei Hailan’s eyes flew wide open.

Fu Yun had leaned in, supporting himself with one hand on the cold floor, and kissed him.

His eyes were closed.

The collar of his shirt was slightly open, revealing a hint of lean muscle beneath.

His neck was long and elegant, and the skin behind his ears had flushed faintly red.

Wei Hailan stared, completely frozen. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

He was fighting with every ounce of willpower not to wrap his arms around Fu Yun’s waist.

Dear God, it was hard.

Wei Hailan’s face flushed crimson the moment he came back to himself. Flustered, he scooted backwards, putting a little distance between them, and quickly snapped his fingers.

“Hy-hypnosis over! Fu-Fu Yun, you can open your eyes now…”

Fu Yun opened them, blinking slightly. “What did you have me do just now?”

“N-nothing! I didn’t make you do anything!” Wei Hailan’s head shook like a rattle drum. “I-I-I just had you do a couple squats, that’s all!”

“I see. Hypnosis really is something. I don’t remember anything at all.”

Looking at Fu Yun’s completely oblivious face, Wei Hailan was nearly crushed by guilt. He jumped to his feet and bowed stiffly from the waist.

“So, um, time’s up for today. I-I-I should get going! I’ll tell Madam Fu that deep hypnosis requires multiple sessions, so I’ll have to come back. You—you just pretend nothing happened, okay?”

Stammering the whole way through, he turned and walked stiffly toward the door—arms and legs moving like they didn’t belong to the same person. It took him a full five seconds to manage unlocking it with his trembling hand.

He didn’t dare look Fu Yun in the eye.

He all but bolted from the room.

What Wei Hailan didn’t see was Fu Yun slowly rising to his feet, thumb brushing across his lips—an amused smile playing at the corners.

“A kiss on the cheek, and he’s that flustered?” Fu Yun murmured, chuckling to himself. “He acts all carefree, but turns out he’s shy.”

Yes—Fu Yun was one of those rare, mentally resilient people who couldn’t be hypnotized.

So that kiss?

It hadn’t been a command he followed.

It was something he had wanted to do.

He believed in love at first sight—
And acted on it.

With the Lunar New Year just around the corner, even Shen Ran—usually known for his laid-back lifestyle—had become swamped with work.

His art gallery had been seeing a surge in customers lately, probably because everyone was buying gifts to visit friends and family for the holidays.

More customers meant more paintings sold—and that meant a serious bump in revenue.

Shen Ran and Lin Huohuo were running around nonstop, handling clients without even a moment for a proper lunch break.

Still, neither boss nor employee complained.

Without the title of “Young Master of the Shen family” to support him anymore, Shen Ran was more eager than ever to build some financial security.

At the end of the day, nothing was more real than the number in your bank account.

As for Lin Huohuo… well, he was a heartbroken man, nursing the wounds of a breakup. Staying busy was probably the best way for him to get through it.

That night, after they’d finally seen off the last customer, it was already 9 p.m.

“Boss, I feel scary-powerful right now. Let’s keep the gallery open during the New Year—I’ll stay and run the place. Let’s take this to the next level!”

“Whoa,” Shen Ran raised an eyebrow. “Where’s all this motivation coming from?”

Lin Huohuo dramatically raised one finger and wagged it.

“Boss, do you know what our net income was this past week? Seven million! Back when we were a dead-end shop, my entire annual salary didn’t even come close to the bonus I earned this week!”

“Pfft—hahaha! That’s because I used to slack off and chase pleasure instead of running things properly… Fine! I approve. You can hold the fort over the New Year! Make that money—I believe in you!”

Lin Huohuo clenched his fists with renewed determination.
“I don’t need a lot of love—I want a lot of money!”

Shen Ran had just raised his hands, ready to applaud this powerful declaration, when out of the corner of his eye, he noticed someone standing outside the gallery.

Cheng Yi was out on the corridor, hands stuffed in his coat pockets, expressionless as he pressed his face to the glass—staring straight at him.

It was clear he’d been waiting there for quite some time.

The sight had an odd resemblance to a parent waiting at the school gate to pick up their kid—the kind who’s always the last one out because they dawdle too much.

Shen Ran bared his teeth in a wide grin through the glass, then turned and patted Lin Huohuo on the shoulder.

“Ahahaha—well, Huohuo, I’ll leave the closing duties to you. I’m heading home with Cheng Yi!”

Everything about Shen Ran’s retreating figure radiated cheerfulness.

Lin Huohuo stood frozen for three seconds before being overwhelmed by a sudden wave of despair. His mental defenses crumbled completely.

“Why?! Why does the boss get to have both tons of money and tons of love?! Waaaah—life is so unfair…”

With a few quick steps, Shen Ran bounced out of the gallery and threw himself at Cheng Yi, expertly hooking an arm around his neck, flashing a grin with a hint of flattery.

“President Cheng, how long have you been waiting out here? I must say—it’s such an honor to have kept you waiting!”

Cheng Yi caught him with ease, even giving him a boost under the thighs to help him climb up more smoothly. His voice, though, remained cool:

“Seems like Boss Shen’s quite busy these days. You made me wait three full hours.”

“Hey, it’s the end of the year—gotta chase that coin!” Shen Ran beamed. “Listen, your humble Boss Shen has made a killing this week. Tonight, I’m treating. Pick the most expensive place—you deserve it!”

“Forget it. Eating too much this late will mess with your sleep. Keep it simple.” Cheng Yi added with a glance. “Better to save that money for your future house.”

Shen Ran watched him carefully. Cheng Yi’s tone might still be chilly, but his expression had clearly softened.

Obviously, he wasn’t actually angry. In fact, he even seemed a little pleased about Shen Ran’s success.

So Shen Ran deliberately dragged out his words.

“Aiyaaa~ President Cheng is so thoughtful~ You’re not even married into the family yet, and you’re already budgeting for me. I’m touched—truly touched~”

Most people would’ve turned red from embarrassment by now, but Cheng Yi wasn’t one to back down.

“I suggest you keep your ego in check, Boss Shen. Push me too far, and you can forget about getting in bed tonight.”

Shen Ran chuckled lowly.
“Not getting in bed tonight?” He smirked. “Don’t talk big—be careful I don’t make sure you can’t get out of bed tomorrow.”

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