What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 26

Chapter 26: From Now On, All My Happiness Will Be Yours, Cun Cun

A loud clap of thunder boomed outside, and Song Cun jolted awake, gasping for air. A fine sheen of sweat had gathered on his forehead.

He instinctively looked over at the bed.

It was empty—only he was in it.

So that just now… was a dream?

And in that dream, he and Qi Yan…

Song Cun sat in bed, stunned, as if he couldn’t believe he’d had a dream like that.

Outside, raindrops pattered softly against the window.

“Oh no! It’s raining again! Hurry and bring the bedding in!!”

2099 shouted frantically downstairs, followed by a series of loud crashing noises—who knew what it had bumped into this time.

Song Cun looked up at the window. The sky was dark, and the heavy rain had blurred the glass into a sheet of watery gray.

From his position, he could see the villa gate—a black car was slowly pulling into the yard.

Qi Yan was back.

Song Cun’s long-lagging brain finally snapped awake, but his face flushed red once again, completely out of his control.

His clothes clung to his body from the sweat, sticky and uncomfortable, so he got up and took a shower.

Just as he changed into fresh clothes and opened his bedroom door, he nearly walked right into Qi Yan—who had been about to knock. Qi Yan held a plate with a neatly cut slice of strawberry cream cake.

Song Cun blinked.

Qi Yan looked at him gently and said with a warm smile:

“2099 said you didn’t eat lunch. I brought you a little cake—just to fill your stomach a bit.”

The sweet scent of the cake wafted up, and Song Cun realized he actually was a little hungry.

“Thanks.”

The two of them sat on the bedroom sofa. Song Cun took the fork and began eating the cake, while Qi Yan simply sat beside him and watched.

It made Song Cun feel a bit uncomfortable. He licked the cream off the corner of his lips and asked, “Did I get cream on my nose or something? Why are you staring at me like that?”

Qi Yan seemed to snap out of it and, with an apologetic tone, said, “Sorry. I was just thinking of someone… someone who also liked strawberry cream cake.”

That stung a little.

The idea of being treated like a substitute made Song Cun’s chest ache. He put down his fork and muttered, “I don’t even like strawberry cream.”

“Really?”
Qi Yan smiled and reached out to gently ruffle his hair.
“But I think strawberry has such a fresh scent. I like it a lot.”

Song Cun’s ears turned red.

Qi Yan’s words were dangerously suggestive, especially since his pheromone smelled just like strawberries.

But the mention of someone else still bothered him.

He asked,

“Who was the person you were just talking about?”

Qi Yan paused for a second or two before replying, “My younger brother.”

“Oh.”

Song Cun picked the fork back up and shoved a piece of cake into his mouth.

He suddenly felt jealous of Qi Yan’s little brother.
Someone as gentle as Qi Yan must’ve cherished him deeply, even remembering his favorite cake flavor.

“Does he live abroad with your parents?”

“He—”

Knock knock—

A knock on the door interrupted them.

They both turned toward the door.

2099 was poking at the doorknob, looking like a child who’d done something wrong.

“I’m terribly sorry… I failed to save it in time. Young Master Song’s blanket has perished in the rain again. Only Master Qi’s blanket survived.”

Song Cun: “……”

“So tonight, the two Masters will once again have to share a single blanket—”

2099 peeked at Song Cun’s expression, already stepping back as if ready to flee.

“I’m almost out of battery! Gotta go recharge, ha!”
And it zoomed off.

“Don’t run! Argh—”
Song Cun banged into the edge of the sofa and let out a sharp cry of pain.

2099 vanished like the wind.

“Cun Cun, are you okay?”
Qi Yan quickly stepped in and supported him.

Song Cun frowned, momentarily speechless.

Qi Yan helped him to the sofa and gently lifted the injured foot onto his knee.

“Let me take a look—did you hit your toe?”

Qi Yan’s long, elegant fingers cradled Song Cun’s ankle as his eyes scanned over the foot, inspecting carefully.

“Was it here?”
He gently massaged around the reddened toe.

“N-No need…”
Song Cun felt utterly embarrassed and instinctively tried to pull away.

Then, a warm puff of air brushed against the swollen toe.

Song Cun’s eyes widened—Qi Yan was actually blowing gently on his toe.

He froze.

After a few more soft breaths, Qi Yan looked up, eyes filled with concern.

“I bet that really hurt. When I was a kid, I stubbed my toe once too. My mom and dad would always blow on it like this—it didn’t hurt as much afterward.”

Strangely enough… it really did feel better.

Song Cun stared at Qi Yan in a daze for a few seconds. He thought Qi Yan must’ve been the kind of kid who got all the love from his parents. Whenever he fell or got hurt, they’d be there to comfort him.

“Then… you must’ve been really happy growing up.”
Song Cun’s lashes trembled as he said it sincerely.

Qi Yan lifted his gaze from the toe and looked at Song Cun.

Seeing his slightly red-rimmed eyes, Qi Yan assumed he was still hurting. He comforted him softly:

“Then from now on, I’ll give all the happiness I’ve received to you, Cun Cun. How’s that?”

He hadn’t meant to cry.
But somehow, that sentence alone made tears well up in Song Cun’s eyes.

He turned his face away, his nose stinging.

“You… you really—”
He sniffled.
“You just keep saying all these things that get to me…”

He was helpless against Qi Yan’s kindness.