After the Young Master’s Death, He was Kissed by His Mortal Enemy! - Chapter 64

Fu Yun paused. “…Why?”

Why?

Because he was sitting on the bed! And not just any bed—it was Fu Yun’s bed!

Not the floor.
Not the sofa.
But the bed. The very place where Fu Yun slept.

How could he just sit on Fu Yun’s bed? That was way too intimate. He didn’t dare!

…Mainly because he was afraid he couldn’t control himself. What if he lost it and pounced on the bed like some lovesick creep, desperately inhaling the lingering scent Fu Yun had left behind?

He really didn’t want Fu Yun to think he was some kind of pervert. He was a gentleman, after all!

So, Wei Hailan firmly pressed on Fu Yun’s shoulders, earnestly guiding him to sit down on the chair by the window. Then he rolled up his sleeves with great enthusiasm and declared:

“Let me clean the room! I’m more familiar with this kind of thing. You shouldn’t lift a finger, Fu Yun. I’m worried you’ll get tired if you do too much without eating!”

And so, the room became a scene of quiet industry:

The “guest,” Wei Hailan, bustled back and forth, tidying non-stop.

He gathered up scattered manuscript pages, organized the books on the floor and returned them neatly to the bookshelf.

He picked up every ornament the cat had knocked over and arranged them all in perfect order.

And, while he was at it… he even made Fu Yun’s bed, smoothing it out meticulously.

But as he straightened the blankets, Wei Hailan’s previously firm resolve began to waver.

Surrounded by the soft scent of vetiver and incense that clung to Fu Yun, his imagination began to drift.

Fu Yun’s bed was really soft.

If he and Fu Yun were to fall onto it together… would the mattress bounce them up, then pull them back down again?

…Nope. He had to stop thinking like that. He really had to stop.

Wei Hailan lowered his head, stealing a glance at the small but visibly stirred “Little Hailan,” and nearly slapped himself. He needed to knock these crazy thoughts right out of his brain.

If he kept going like this, he’d get too excited—and if Fu Yun noticed, it would be a disaster!

Trying to regain his composure, Wei Hailan diligently resumed cleaning, even finding a cloth from who-knows-where and beginning to wipe down the dust in the bookshelf with wholehearted devotion.

Meanwhile, the “host,” Fu Yun, simply sat by the window, silently watching Wei Hailan move busily around the room.

Unknowingly, a faint smile appeared on Fu Yun’s face.

This top-tier hypnotherapist sure was acting a bit too lively around him.

But… he liked it.

“Hailan, I really trouble you too much,” Fu Yun said. “My room is such a mess—it must be hard to clean.”

“Not at all, not at all! It’s no trouble at all to tidy your room! And you don’t have to treat me like a guest—just treat me like one of your own!”

Still in the middle of his chores, Wei Hailan turned and flashed him a bright, sunny smile that was all clear skies and cheerful warmth.

Just like the weather outside.

Fu Yun couldn’t help but chuckle.

Wei Hailan really was someone who wore his emotions on his sleeve.

Didn’t want to be a guest? Did that mean… he wanted to be his lover?

Such blatant, undisguised ambition.

But Fu Yun found that he liked this version of Wei Hailan even more.

The smile at the corner of Fu Yun’s lips deepened.

Originally, Fu Yun had absolutely no intention of meeting any arranged marriage partner.

He had no feelings for anyone involved in this kind of match. Even if he failed to run away the first time, he would escape again the second chance he got.

But now… Fu Yun had changed his mind.

Because last night, he received a piece of news: the arranged marriage partner he was supposed to meet tomorrow… apparently had the surname, Wei.

Though he didn’t know the person’s full name yet, Fu Yun was almost instantly certain—

That partner was very likely the person standing right in front of him.

He didn’t have proof. Just intuition.

But this “Mr. Wei” seemed to be completely unaware of what was about to happen.

He must not know yet. If he did, with Wei Hailan’s personality, he wouldn’t be able to hide it at all.

In this peaceful afternoon, bathed in gentle sunlight, everything felt so… harmonious.

Although he was the renowned Master Hypnotist Wei, admired and sought after wherever he went, here he was… reduced to cleaning someone else’s room.

It really did feel like a bit of a fall from grace.

Seeing this, Fu Yun got up, pulled a cardboard box out from under the bed, and took out a bottle of dark-colored drink, handing it to Wei Hailan.

“Hailan, thank you. Have something to drink and take a break.”

By now, Wei Hailan had nearly finished cleaning, and the fact that Fu Yun personally handed him a drink left him completely flustered.

Fu Yun thanked him. Fu Yun told him to take a break. Fu Yun was worried he’d be thirsty and even brought him something to drink.

…Fu Yun cared about him!

The thought process of a certain Mr. Wei was truly beyond the realm of normal comprehension.

“Ahahaha, thanks! …Wait a second.”

“What is it?”

Wei Hailan looked silently at the “drink” in his hand, hesitant to speak. “…Fu Yun, this drink you mentioned—it’s beer?”

Fu Yun blinked in surprise. “Does that not count as a drink? I’ve always treated it like one.”

“Well… technically, yeah.”

Wei Hailan recognized this brand.

Carst Chocolate Beer—an imported Belgian brew.

It was one of the higher alcohol content beers on the market, and the price reflected that as well.

Back in university, when he was young and reckless, he and his friends would go out at night to drink and sing karaoke. This kind of beer was always a crowd favorite, though often sold out.

He never expected Fu Yun to like it too—and drink it like it was soda…

Of course. This was Fu Yun—the aloof, untamable object of his instant infatuation, the one who used to play in a band.

Even his taste in beverages was so uniquely different.

Wei Hailan didn’t hold back. He lifted the bottle to his lips, took a few big gulps, and casually plopped down next to Fu Yun, just like always.

The two of them chatted aimlessly, clinking their bottles now and then. The crisp sound of glass on glass echoed lightly between them.

This was how they’d been spending time together these past few days.

Using “hypnotherapy” as an excuse, they’d casually talk, killing time together.

The chocolate beer hit hard. At first, it was sweet—but right after came a bitterness that surged straight to the brain.

The taste… was as complicated as Wei Hailan’s current emotions.

For days now, a plan had been brewing in his mind. And now, with alcohol buzzing in his veins, it felt like the perfect time to finally say it out loud.

“Fu Yun, tomorrow’s the day you meet your arranged marriage partner, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Then… do you want me to help you run away from the wedding?”

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