After the Young Master’s Death, He was Kissed by His Mortal Enemy! - Chapter 66

“Hailan, you should go with your mother. If she’s going for a full medical check-up, she must be feeling unwell. A parent’s health is important.”

Wei Hailan still frowned deeply.
“But if I go… what about you?”

“I’ll be fine. I can go meet that person.”

Fu Yun’s voice was soft, but to Wei Hailan, it sounded like a compromise.

“No way!” Wei Hailan blurted out, panicked. “You can’t meet your arranged marriage partner! If you go, you won’t be able to escape!”

Only God knew how strong Fu Yun’s self-control was—to not even crack a smile at that moment.

After hearing everything from Wei Hailan, Fu Yun had a pretty good guess about how things would unfold tomorrow.

If Wei Hailan really was the person he was scheduled to meet.

Then this hospital visit… was probably just an excuse cooked up by Hailan’s mother to make sure he didn’t catch on too early and back out.

Honestly? That was a pretty clever way to trap her son into a blind date.

And his sweet, oblivious Hailan hadn’t noticed a thing. He was just tangled up in trying to help with the escape plan.

But in the end, whether Wei Hailan “helped him run away”… or “went with his mother to the hospital,” it all led to the same conclusion:

They’d meet.

So Fu Yun figured, no matter what Hailan chose, it was all right.
And honestly? If they really did end up sitting across from each other at the table tomorrow… Wei Hailan’s shocked, dazed expression would be priceless.

Besides, meeting the arranged partner… did that really mean he couldn’t run?

Fu Yun thought, actually…
He wouldn’t really mind if he didn’t.

“It’s okay, Hailan. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“If I ran off with you before meeting the person, it would be disrespectful to them… wouldn’t it?”

“…Yeah.”
Wei Hailan nodded reluctantly. He didn’t want to admit it, but Fu Yun was right.

“And besides, you promised my mom you’d hypnotize me into going through with the meeting. If I don’t show up, won’t that make you look unreliable? Hailan, I don’t want her blaming you.”

“So tomorrow morning, go with your mom to the hospital for the check-up. I’ll meet the other party and be upfront about how I really feel. I believe they’ll understand.”

“If you’re really worried, I’ll send you my location. After the appointment, come pick me up right away. Sound good?”

Fu Yun’s voice was soft and calm, every word gently easing the tension in Wei Hailan’s heart.

Wei Hailan had to admit, this really was the best solution for the situation.

It was respectful, sincere, and left the door wide open for a clean escape afterward.

Still, he mumbled under his breath with concern:

“…But what if your arranged partner is some clingy jerk? What if they see how good-looking you are and refuse to let go… what then?”

Pfft.

Fu Yun finally couldn’t hold it in and laughed.

Wei Hailan was momentarily stunned, his eyes fixed on Fu Yun’s smiling face, mouth slightly open in that adorably honest way of his.

“He probably won’t be like that,” Fu Yun said with a smile. “But if he really won’t let me go, Hailan… then I’ll be counting on you to come rescue me, hero-style.”

His words were so smooth—comforting yet playfully flirtatious—that Wei Hailan was left momentarily floating.

Rescue Fu Yun? This was practically a “knight saves the prince” scenario!

Without hesitation, Wei Hailan nodded.
“Deal! That’s what we’ll do! Once I’m done at the hospital with my mom, I’ll come find you right away! Fu Yun, I won’t break my promise!”

“Mm. I know.
You’ll come to me.”

And just like that, the final “hypnosis session” came to an end.

As Wei Hailan left the Fu estate, he turned back for one last look.

He didn’t know if he’d ever return here again—or even where he and Fu Yun might end up “running away” to tomorrow.

“…Damn you, Cheng Yi! I’ll prove to you with my actions that even without a so-called ‘reliable friend’ like you, I can still pull this off!”

Thinking back to how he’d just been ambushed by Cheng Yi’s sickeningly sweet relationship flex, Wei Hailan grumbled under his breath with a pout, then got in the car and headed off to a certain studio.

Finally—finally, the custom-made matching rings he’d commissioned were ready.

Once Fu Yun ran away from the wedding… he’d finally have a chance to give them to him, right?

—

Meanwhile, at the Cheng residence.

Cheng Yi was just about to get back into it when he suddenly felt something strange. He turned his head and sneezed—twice.

“…Achoo! Achoo! …Tch, who’s talking about me?”

Beneath him, a very much exhausted Shen Ran suddenly perked up and seized the opportunity to tease:

“Cheng Yi, Cheng Yi, you know what they say—one sneeze means someone’s thinking of you, two means someone’s cursing you. Sounds like someone’s cursing you, huh? Hahaha—kekekekekeke~”

His villainous imitation laugh had barely reached full volume when it abruptly broke into a different sound.

“Hey—ow ow ow! Cheng Yi! I was wrong, I was wrong! Don’t—ahhh no no nooo—!”

There was no resisting Cheng Yi’s iron grip.

Cheng Yi leaned down, voice dripping with amusement and threat:

“President Shen, still think someone’s cursing me? You’ve got quite the mouth on you. Want to go again?”

The words “go again” made Shen Ran jolt like he’d just been electrocuted. He trembled all over, and when he spoke again, his tone was full of forced sweetness.

“N-no no! I’m seriously beat! You know me, Cheng Yi—I just talk too much, that’s all!”

Shen Ran silently swore to himself that he’d never mouth off again. And more importantly, he would never question Cheng Yi’s stamina ever again.

He glanced at the time and quickly pointed to the clock, grasping at a way to change the subject from the very physically demanding “again”:

“Cheng Yi! Look, it’s almost dark out! Brother Xiao Ai’s gonna arrive soon! We need to clean up and go pick him up! Come on, let’s go!”

And to be fair, they really didn’t have time for another round. So Cheng Yi, somewhat satisfied, released him with a smirk.

“Fine. I’ll go with you.”

Once freed, Shen Ran scrambled out of bed and fumbled into his pants with the urgency of a man escaping mortal danger.

His hands moved so fast, the motion blur on his belt buckle was practically visible.

Congratulations!
You’ve just defeated 99.98% of pants-wearing users.
Your speed is unmatched!

He stomped his foot lightly, testing the soreness in his legs.

…Cheng Yi did have a bit of conscience after all. He’d kept to their earlier agreement.

His waist was sore. His legs ached. But at least he could still walk.

Just then, Cheng Yi’s slow, lazy voice floated over from behind:

“Whatever we didn’t finish just now… we’ll continue tonight. Don’t even think about backing out.”

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