The White Moonlight of Three Male Leads - Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Feng Chengling

Feng Chengling hadn’t fallen asleep.

He truly wanted to, but he had drunk black coffee that morning.

Still, he didn’t want to waste Song Yuyan’s kindness, so he just kept his eyes closed.

He really enjoyed this peaceful atmosphere too.

Until the person beside him leaned closer and began breathing lightly in his sleep.

Feng Chengling then opened his eyes.

As expected, in his line of sight, Song Yuyan was already asleep.

Feng Chengling’s gaze lingered on him, finally resting on Song Yuyan’s face.

Dim light spilled in through the deep doorway, faintly illuminating Feng Chengling’s expression.

At first probing, questioning, unrestrained—then slowly transforming into something resolute and devout.

What he didn’t dare admit, what even he himself hadn’t been clear on, was now exposed in this shadowy glow, with nowhere to hide.

Feng Chengling’s throat bobbed a few times.

He didn’t dare make any sudden movements. He didn’t have that right. But his slender fingers suddenly seemed to move on their own.

His hand slowly traced along Song Yuyan’s long eyelashes.

They were long, like little fans, brushing right against his heart—until he saw them quiver.

Song Yuyan was waking up.

He was about to open his eyes.

Feng Chengling’s heart suddenly raced, but he was the type who was always the picture of calm on the outside.

The more nervous he felt inside, the calmer he looked.

The more panicked he got, the more deliberate his actions became.

Just like now, as he leaned in close and spoke gently, “Song Yuyan, you’re awake, aren’t you?”

Song Yuyan opened his eyes helplessly.

He had originally wanted to pretend he woke up naturally, but the next second Feng Chengling actually started touching him!

Damn it!

He wanted to bite someone.

Song Yuyan pursed his lips and swatted Feng Chengling’s hand away. “Ling-ge, that’s a very… special way to wake up a friend.”

Feng Chengling lowered his lashes briefly, then quickly looked up again. “Have you ever seen someone wake up a friend like that?”

“Huh?” Song Yuyan didn’t expect him to be so blunt.

Feng Chengling pressed his lips together. His face was as calm and serious as always, but his lips were flushed from being pressed too hard. He spoke slowly and clearly: “What I mean is—I don’t just see you as a friend. You mean more to me than that.”

Song Yuyan didn’t respond, but inside, the system was screaming and setting off fireworks while wiping away tears of joy.

This really is my destined host!

“Who could resist such a handsome guy?”

“Me”. Song Yuyan replied.

Seeing that Song Yuyan wasn’t saying anything, Feng Chengling started to feel uncertain.

But now that he had confessed, even if it didn’t end well, he had to make his feelings clear.

“You’re the one I want to walk through life holding hands with,” Feng Chengling said.

“That’s really sudden,” Song Yuyan replied.

His voice was soft, and once again Feng Chengling couldn’t quite read him.

Fortunately, Song Yuyan’s gaze soon returned to him, grounding him again.

“Yes, it is sudden. I just suddenly realized something—those things I used to obsess over, they don’t matter in love. I’m willing to be the prey. But what about you?” Feng Chengling asked.

Feng Chengling was two years older than him. Song Yuyan never really felt the age gap before, but now he did—clearly.

Decisive. Straightforward. Feng Chengling had qualities he himself didn’t possess.

Song Yuyan figured that Feng Chengling’s feelings for him probably sat at a five out of ten, but Feng Chengling, sensing that, gave him a twelve in return.

Still, when Song Yuyan looked at Feng Chengling’s tightly drawn features, he figured the guy must be nervous too.

“I’m not in the mood to capture anyone right now. As for us… who knows what’ll happen?” Song Yuyan raised his chin, pretending to be relaxed.

“Host! Why didn’t you say yes?!”
“Didn’t you say you wanted to date?!”
“You’re insane.”
“You actually believe what men say?”

“So you don’t want to date?”
“No, I do.”

The system was confused. So should it believe him or not?

Song Yuyan smiled faintly.

He liked being surrounded by people. Being alone made him feel lonely. So he knew he wouldn’t stay single forever. After breaking up with Yi Xiangsui, he never planned to stop dating altogether.

If he met someone good, of course he wanted to cherish them.

Life is long. It shouldn’t be filled with only tears and memories. He wanted flowers, applause, love—lots and lots of love.

So he’d take it one step at a time.

Feng Chengling’s confession had come out of nowhere, and Song Yuyan wasn’t planning on accepting right away. If he was going to be the “white moonlight,” he needed to leave Feng Chengling with more memories.

Precious ones—the kind that could make you laugh or cry when you look back. Sometimes, time is the best beautifier.

The pain of love shouldn’t fall on just one person. Things that come too easily aren’t cherished.

Song Yuyan’s eyes curved slightly. Damn… he really wasn’t a good guy.

But at least he wasn’t heartless.

He couldn’t say anything more. He could tell if he did, Feng Chengling might break.

Feng Chengling’s expression looked normal, which in itself was not normal.

Feng Chengling cleared his throat. “Do you have class this afternoon?”

He glanced at his watch.

Song Yuyan nodded, picked up his bag, and slung it over one shoulder with youthful nonchalance.

He looked at Feng Chengling, waved with that same gentle smile, and said, “I’m off, Ling-ge. You go do your thing.”

Feng Chengling stood where he was, watching Song Yuyan walk further and further away—until he vanished.

He lowered his eyes.

He’d been rejected.

What now?

While Song Yuyan had been there, he could still pretend. But once he left, everything suddenly felt empty.

Very empty. The space around him felt empty. The world felt empty. What now?

But life had to go on.

Feng Chengling buried himself in work for the next few days. Not that there was anything wrong with that—it was just the way he worked that had changed dramatically.

Before, he gave off an effortless vibe. Now, doing the exact same work, he exuded gloom and pressure.

He was harsher on himself than ever. Like he wasn’t going to stop until he collapsed. His coworkers didn’t even dare slack off anymore.

Zhang Youming and Fan Yong exchanged glances, silently agreeing to push Li He forward as the sacrificial lamb.

Li He rolled his eyes. “Wow, the love you guys have for me is so deep. Every ‘good thing,’ you think of me first.”

“You know it!”

“Absolutely!”

“Bastards!” Li He cursed, then went silent.

Because Feng Chengling was staring at them, frowning with a heavy gaze.

The three of them liked to goof off, even though they were all competent when it came to actual work. But Feng Chengling worried when they started scheming.

Li He forced a smile. His round, chubby face squished together like a soft bun. But he and Song Yuyan felt very different.

Feng Chengling wanted to do all sorts of inappropriate things to Song Yuyan—but not to anyone else.

He frowned. Why was he thinking about Song Yuyan again?

Then he remembered his failed confession. Technically, he should stop thinking about him. Song Yuyan didn’t like him—he’d already turned him down. Was he really going to keep pestering him?

At that thought, Feng Chengling’s frown deepened, and his stomach twisted with discomfort.

Li He offered an awkward smile. “Got something on your mind, Feng-ge? Talk it out—we can analyze it together.”

From the way these guys looked like they were ready to enjoy a good show, it was clear they just wanted gossip.

Feng Chengling already knew what they were like—but they were more experienced in relationships than he was.

He finally said, “It’s about me and… that junior of mine.”

Their eyes lit up.

Li He adjusted his glasses. “If you like him, go for it. Let him know. That’s the only way you two have a future.”

Feng Chengling’s gaze darkened. “I already confessed.”

“You did?” Li He blinked.

Feng Chengling nodded. “Yeah. Got rejected.”

Zhang Youming cautiously asked, “So… what now?”

Most people, after getting rejected, wouldn’t keep going. So was Feng-ge acting strange because of heartbreak?

Feng Chengling closed his eyes, then opened them again and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know.”

“Plenty of fish in the sea, Feng-ge. No need to pine over one flower. If you like guys, there’s tons of them out there,” Li He offered.

Feng Chengling scowled. “Even if I do like guys, it’s not like I’d fall for just anyone.”

Out of all the people in the world, he’d only ever met one Song Yuyan—someone he couldn’t get out of his head.

Li He snorted. “So what are you gonna do? Keep chasing him if you really like him?”

Feng Chengling didn’t reply.

That was answer enough.

If he really didn’t want to hear it, he would’ve frowned already. But instead, he was calmly listening. Clearly, Li He’s words struck a chord.

Which meant, despite being rejected, he still wanted to pursue him.

“Ever heard of ‘Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage’? Liu Bei invited Zhuge Liang three times before he said yes. Or Pride and Prejudice—Darcy and Elizabeth…” Li He rambled on.

The coldness on Feng Chengling’s face eased a bit. He didn’t say what he was thinking, but he did say, “Alright, get back to work.”

The others walked off wearing mischievous grins.

They were dying to know who this mysterious junior was!

Who on earth could it be?

Someone who rejected Feng-ge once, yet made him still want to keep chasing?

Once Feng Chengling left, the three of them exchanged glances, their eyes sparkling with gossip.

Zhang Youming said, “Looks like Feng-ge’s serious this time.”

Li He rolled his eyes. “No kidding.”

If Feng-ge didn’t care, he’d never have admitted he confessed and got rejected. But he did—and was still planning to try again. That said a lot.

Sure, if he failed again, it’d probably hurt his pride.

But the fact that he shared it meant he saw them as true friends—and that he was determined to win over that mysterious junior.

As for how things would go? They couldn’t say.

“I kinda hope Feng-ge succeeds,” Li He said. “Then we can finally meet this mysterious little junior.”

“Wanna meet the mysterious junior!” ×2