After the Young Master’s Death, He was Kissed by His Mortal Enemy! - Chapter 76

Stunned—completely frozen like a block of wood.

Wei Hailan stared intently at the figure by the window, wondering if something was wrong with his eyes.

Was it because Fu Yun hadn’t replied all day and he was too anxious?

Had he become so anxious that he was hallucinating?

Otherwise, why would Fu Yun—smiling at him—be sitting here, in this private room? Huh??

Wei Hailan could barely speak. He pointed at Fu Yun, opened his mouth, and after a long pause, finally stammered out:

“Uh, I—you… Fu Yun?”

“Mm.”

Fu Yun nodded, gently set down his teacup, and waved him over. “Hailan, come sit.”

On any other day, if Fu Yun had beckoned like that, Wei Hailan would’ve rushed over without hesitation.

But now, staring dumbly at the figure by the window, he hesitated.

Step by hesitant step, Wei Hailan crept forward.

It was only a few meters from the door to the window, yet it took him forever.

Is this really Fu Yun?

Could it be that the stress finally got to me and I’m hallucinating?

After all, being a hypnotist for so many years, he’d seen all sorts of things—hallucinations weren’t exactly impossible.

When he was about two meters away from Fu Yun, Wei Hailan abruptly stopped.

First, he shook his head with all his might, like he was trying to rattle his brain back into place.

Then he rubbed his eyes hard. When he opened them again, Fu Yun was still sitting there, perfectly fine—he hadn’t vanished.

“…Crap,” Wei Hailan muttered to himself. “I really am crazy. I actually thought I’d see you here. Am I that obsessed with you? I’m hallucinating now…”

Hallucination?

Fu Yun blinked, then broke into a wider smile.

“Hailan, I’m not your hallucination. If you don’t believe me, come touch me—I’m really here.”

He extended a hand toward Wei Hailan.

Palm facing up—an invitation, subtle and intimate.

Fu Yun had imagined how Wei Hailan might react upon seeing him.

Maybe surprised. Maybe overjoyed.

Maybe he’d just rush over, throw his arms around him, and start chattering away in excitement.

He hadn’t expected this, though—Wei Hailan standing there, completely dumbstruck.

Fu Yun had planned to appear calm and composed. But watching Wei Hailan inch toward him so slowly, looking so dazed and unsure, he couldn’t help smiling even more.

…He was ridiculously adorable—more than Fu Yun had anticipated.

Wei Hailan stared at Fu Yun’s outstretched hand, swallowed hard, and slowly reached out his own.

The light warmth and softness of skin against his fingertips proved that this was no hallucination—Fu Yun was real, and right in front of him.

Wei Hailan blinked rapidly and asked in a small, tentative voice,
“…Fu Yun? You’re really here?”

“I am,” Fu Yun chuckled. “I’m real—not a figment of your imagination. So come, sit.”

Wei Hailan numbly took a seat across from him, still staring wide-eyed at Fu Yun, as if in a dream.

“Waiter, we’re ready to order.”

Fu Yun raised his hand elegantly, and the attendant waiting by the door quickly brought over a menu.

As Fu Yun flipped through the beautifully printed pages, Wei Hailan continued to stare blankly.

What the heck… I just walked past this random restaurant, and Fu Yun’s sitting in a private room?

Fu Yun’s ordering food now?

But wasn’t he supposed to be meeting that damned arranged match?!

It wasn’t until Fu Yun finished ordering and handed the menu back to the waiter that Wei Hailan finally snapped back to reality.

And once one question formed in his mind, a flood of them followed.

“Fu Yun, aren’t you supposed to be meeting that matchmaking partner right now? Did you already meet them? Where are they? What happened? Did they give you trouble? Did they try to force you? Did they try to pressure you into anything shady?!”

One question after another spilled out of Wei Hailan like a waterfall.

He looked around the room, checking to make sure no one else was hiding in the corners.

He didn’t notice that Fu Yun’s smiling expression had taken on a slightly mischievous edge.

Instead, Wei Hailan was already rolling up his sleeves:

“Fu Yun, don’t worry! If that annoying arranged partner of yours dares to cling to you, I’ll make sure he regrets it. I’ll show him why the flowers are so red! He’ll wish he never messed with you!”

“…But wait, you haven’t told me—why are you here?”

Wei Hailan scoured his memory but couldn’t recall ever telling Fu Yun he’d be at Jingning Pavilion to have lunch with his mother.

He was happy, sure—but how did Fu Yun know he was here? And how did he even find him?

Come to think of it, he had spent the whole morning dutifully accompanying his mom for her health check. He was busy running errands, chatting, carrying her bags—and all the while, his mind was wrapped up in worry about Fu Yun.

It wasn’t until he finally sat down that he realized how parched he was.

Right on cue, Fu Yun lifted the teapot and poured him a cup of tea.

Without hesitation, Wei Hailan picked up the cup, blew on it a few times, and gulped it down in one go.

As he drank, Fu Yun spoke in a voice laced with gentle amusement:

“This morning, I listened to my mother and tidied myself up a bit.”

“She told me that the person I was supposed to meet for the arranged marriage prefers people who are good-looking—the better they look, the more favorably he views them.”

Wei Hailan downed the tea Fu Yun had poured for him and set the cup down heavily on the table, his tone full of indignant scorn.

“He only likes good-looking people? That’s outrageous! Shallow. Superficial. Absolutely not worth mentioning. …So then? What happened next?”

“So,” Fu Yun said, smiling, “I made an effort to get ready. Hailan, take a look—do I look good today?”

As he spoke, he subtly gestured to his appearance.

It was only then that Wei Hailan realized—Fu Yun did look more refined today than when he was cooped up at home the past few days.

Fu Yun had styled his hair. Very handsome.

He was wearing the same black coat he had on the first time they met—the kind that made him look like a lead actor from a Korean drama. Very handsome.

On his wrist was a gleaming Rolex Deepsea. Also very handsome.

Wei Hailan instinctively wanted to nod and say yes—he looked great. But then he remembered this was all for meeting that arranged partner. His expression soured, and he pouted.

“Sure, you look good… but you weren’t actually going to have the date, right? You were just going to explain everything and walk away, weren’t you? Why dress up so carefully for that…”

Unless…

Unless Fu Yun had already been persuaded by Madam Fu—had he actually decided to go through with the match?

Then he heard Fu Yun’s voice—quiet, almost tender:

“Because… I wanted him to like me.”

…

Oh.

Wei Hailan felt like his heart shattered into pieces.

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