After the Young Master’s Death, He was Kissed by His Mortal Enemy! - Chapter 61

Cheng Yi’s voice rose slightly at the end of his sentence. It sounded teasing, but Shen Ran knew full well that Cheng Yi wasn’t joking.

“H-ha, what kind of hint? That was just a passing comment—I didn’t mean anything by it! We don’t need to speed things up!” Shen Ran gave an awkward laugh.

“No need to speed things up?” Cheng Yi narrowed his eyes mischievously. “So what you’re saying is… you don’t actually want to marry me? Hmm?”

That elongated “hmm?” sent a visible shiver down Shen Ran’s spine.

For some reason, looking at Cheng Yi’s narrowed eyes, Shen Ran suddenly felt like a prey being stared down by a cunning fox.

He quickly waved his hands and denied it, “No, no, no! I didn’t mean I don’t want to marry you! What I meant was… was…”

All of a sudden, his mind went blank. He couldn’t come up with a single reasonable explanation.

“Was what?”

Cheng Yi pressed on relentlessly.

“I… I… Oh, come on! I really didn’t mean anything else! Cheng Yi, don’t overthink it, and don’t get so close to me—ahhh!”

Trapped in the tight space, all Shen Ran had to do was lean forward slightly, and the tip of his nose would bump right into Cheng Yi’s chest.

Cheng Yi had always been laid-back—even the way he dressed reflected that. Unlike Luo Mu next door, who always looked crisp and buttoned-up, Cheng Yi never bothered with being that formal.

His shirt collar was always open, and he habitually left two or three buttons undone.

A perfect view lay right in front of Shen Ran’s eyes, yet he had to fight hard to look away.

—He was afraid that if he stared at that “scenery” any longer, his face would absolutely explode with heat.

But instead of backing off, Cheng Yi only leaned in closer.

“No other meaning? You don’t want me to overthink it? So, you’re saying… it’s actually me who’s overthinking things?”

Faced with Cheng Yi’s increasingly aggressive questioning, Shen Ran looked like he was on the verge of tears.

What should he say?! What could he say at this point?!

No matter what he said, Cheng Yi would probably twist it around!

If they weren’t stuck in a car right now, Shen Ran honestly felt like tilting his head back and yelling at the heavens—

Why is Cheng Yi so moody?

Why is that mouth of his so sharp, it leaves Shen Ran completely speechless?

Back in the café, Cheng Yi had seemed to be in such a good mood!

He’d quietly listened to Shen Ran and Luo Mu talk, occasionally chiming in with his own thoughts.

When Shen Ran said, “Our President Cheng at home…” Cheng Yi had obviously been delighted.

Not only did he offer to help without hesitation, but he even secretly held Shen Ran’s hand under the table where Luo Mu couldn’t see, insistently intertwining their fingers.

Everything was fine just moments ago. And then, all because of one casual remark, Cheng Yi’s mood suddenly flipped like a storm rolling in.

Sigh, boyfriends in love are really hard to please.

Even in the midst of this tense and ambiguous atmosphere, Shen Ran’s mind somehow wandered off.

Staring at Cheng Yi’s slightly open collar, his thoughts began to drift away.

“You’re spacing out? While looking at me?” Cheng Yi let out an exasperated laugh. “Shen Ran, you’re really something else.”

Snapped back to reality, Shen Ran frantically waved his hands, panicking as he tried to explain:

“Ah? No, no! It’s not like that! Cheng Yi, listen to me! I—mmph! Mm—what are you doing suddenly kissing me—?!”

Whatever explanation he was about to give was instantly blocked by a kiss.

Shen Ran tried to push Cheng Yi away, only to realize he couldn’t move him at all.

Cheng Yi’s knees had even begun to press further between his legs, invading more of his space.

Shen Ran tried to protest, mumbling through the kiss.

But Cheng Yi reached behind his head and held him firmly in place, giving him no chance to escape. The kiss deepened.

Warmth lingered. Their breaths mingled in soft, heated waves.

Cheng Yi’s tone left no room for negotiation—yet somehow, he seemed more like a sulky child throwing a rare tantrum.

A little childish. A little unreasonable.

“I don’t want to hear your explanation. I don’t care what you have to say right now. You actually told me to stay away from you? And why exactly? I’m your boyfriend—I have every reason not to.”

Shen Ran had no strength to argue back—not that Cheng Yi was giving him a chance to, anyway.

Don’t want to hear it, so you just shut his mouth?

The space in the car was already cramped. Now with things escalating, the air seemed even thinner.

He could even feel his body starting to float.

Dizzy from the kiss, Shen Ran’s mind suddenly wandered to something that had happened not long ago.

When Cheng Yi had taken him to Wei Hailan’s research lab to do a DNA test, Wei Hailan had been chattering non-stop.

Blah blah blah—completely unstoppable.

Back then, Cheng Yi had probably reached his limit, so he simply reached out and elegantly pinched Wei Hailan’s lips shut, stopping any more words from coming out.

For Wei Hailan, he used his hand.

For him, he used his mouth.

…Cheng Yi really did believe in double standards.

If Wei Hailan ever found out what Cheng Yi was like in private, he’d definitely clutch his chest in mock heartbreak and yell at him dramatically:

“Old Cheng! You ungrateful bastard—choosing love over friendship like that?! Can’t you treat your best friend with a little tenderness?! I’m disappointed—deeply, deeply disappointed in you!”

Just imagining the scene made Shen Ran want to laugh.

But now was definitely not the time to laugh.

If he did, this jealous King Cheng would surely take it as encouragement and press even further.

And then—right on cue, like fate had intervened—the ringtone of a phone suddenly rang out in the car, sharp and jarring.

At the same time, something vibrated in Cheng Yi’s pocket.

“Mm—” Shen Ran took the chance to turn his head slightly and slipped in a sentence: “President Cheng, your phone’s ringing. Someone’s looking for you.”

Cheng Yi had no intention of stopping. But the relentless ringtone and the vibrating phone in his pocket were really ruining the mood.

“President Cheng,” Shen Ran called out again softly, “you’re a busy man—maybe you should take the call?”

“…Tch.”

Annoyed, Cheng Yi pulled out his phone. After a quick glance at the caller ID, he answered, sounding visibly more impatient:

“I’m busy. What do you want?”

Wow.

Shen Ran silently marveled—what a terrible attitude.

From what he remembered, even though Cheng Yi’s tone was usually tinged with sarcasm, he still maintained a certain level of courtesy and professionalism with strangers or business partners.

…Unless the caller was someone familiar.

Like… Wei Hailan.

And sure enough, almost as if confirming Shen Ran’s guess, Wei Hailan’s booming voice immediately burst from the speaker:

“OLLLLLD CHENG! This is an emergency—save my damn life! I swear, I’m in serious trouble—like, really serious!!!”

“Talk.”

Shen Ran had just begun to breathe a small sigh of relief, grateful that Wei Hailan’s call had come in the nick of time to break the tension.

But apparently, Cheng Yi had no intention of giving the call his full attention. He simply put the phone on speaker and tossed it aside.

Just as Shen Ran got a brief moment to catch his breath, those soft, insistent kisses started raining down on him again.

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