What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 33

Chapter 33: No… Qi Yan, he’s mine…

The phone call that evening was from Lin Wan.

Amidst the noisy background of music, Lin Wan’s low and listless voice came through. “Got time for a drink? I’m at Yelan Bar.”

Song Cun hadn’t wanted to go out, but he felt that Lin Wan was in a bad state and they hadn’t seen each other in a while, so he agreed.

Twenty minutes later, a masked Song Cun entered Yelan Bar.

The music was so loud it hurt his eardrums. Song Cun found Lin Wan in a booth by the dance floor, looking depressed and exhausted. He was wearing a dark suit that didn’t suit his boyish face, looking like he had snuck out of an important event without having time to change.

Just as Song Cun was about to walk over, a flashy alpha carrying a drink tried to hit on Lin Wan. Lin Wan ignored him, but the alpha brazenly continued to flirt, even reaching out to put a hand on Lin Wan’s shoulder.

Before his hand could land, Song Cun flung a random wine glass he had grabbed, hitting the alpha’s hand.

The alpha winced in pain and glared at Song Cun. Although he couldn’t hear the words, Song Cun could tell by his mouth that he was cursing.

Song Cun ignored the alpha’s fierce gaze and turned to an omega passing by. “Sorry, I borrowed your wine glass. I’ll pay for your drink later.”

The omega, who had probably seen this kind of thing before, gave a lighthearted smile. “No need to pay. You threw it beautifully. Do you need me to call security?”

Bars are always a mixed bag of people, but this one had good security.

Song Cun glanced at the two bodyguards walking toward them from the entrance and said, “Thanks, but no.” Before he entered the bar, he had caught a glimpse of the bodyguard car that was following Lin Wan just pulling up. It seemed the young master had truly snuck out, and his bodyguards had barely managed to keep up.

Song Cun didn’t need to lift a finger after that. The unlucky alpha who tried to flirt with Lin Wan was carried away by the bodyguards.

“What’s wrong, young master?”

Song Cun walked to the booth. Lin Wan looked up, a resentful expression on his face.

Feeling like this little crybaby might start sobbing right there, Song Cun quickly interjected, “It’s too loud here. Let’s go up to a private room.”

The two of them walked through the noisy dance floor and went straight upstairs to a private room.

Lin Wan slumped onto the sofa and chugged a glass of wine before he spoke.

“My brother is back.”

Song Cun took off his mask and poured himself a glass of wine, but didn’t drink it. “You mentioned that before. What happened?”

Lin Wan started chugging again, downing two glasses this time before he spoke.

“My brother…” His voice was choked with sobs, as if he had been through a world of torment recently. “My brother is a demon!”

Song Cun’s eyebrow twitched. He also had an older brother, and during his time at the Song family, he often felt his brother was truly a demon. For Lin Wan, “demon” was just a metaphor.

Lin Wan started wiping away his tears, lamenting his miserable life since his brother returned.

“First, there’s the military-style schedule management. He comes to rip the covers off me before 7 a.m. every morning, forcing me to go for a run. He says I’m too weak and skinny and that my suit looks like a kid’s wearing adult clothes, so I can’t command a presence in negotiations.”

Song Cun had always thought Lin Wan looked a bit out of place in a suit, but when Lin Wan himself said “like a kid’s wearing adult clothes,” it suddenly hit Song Cun’s funny bone. However, seeing Lin Wan crying so sadly, Song Cun had to hold back his laughter.

“What’s even more outrageous is that he’s canceled all my social media accounts. It’s too much. I had so many fans on Weibo, and some of them were commenting and messaging me every day, saying they were waiting for my comeback to the entertainment industry!”

That was indeed a bit much. Song Cun put himself in his shoes. If it were him, he would be very angry. But then, Lin Wan choked out, “Even though they were all paid shill accounts, it still felt good to see them.”

Song Cun: “…”

“My brother said not to waste money on such self-deceiving business. He said to do less of that kind of money-losing trade.”

“Oh, and he also confiscated my supercar keys and put a limit on my bank card. He makes me study boring business classes I don’t understand, look at all kinds of tedious financial reports, and follow him to all sorts of negotiation meetings and business dinners…”

“It hasn’t even been a month, and I’ve already lost ten pounds!”

Lin Wan poured another glass of wine, slammed it down, and turned to Song Cun. “Tell me, why is my brother doing this to me?”

Song Cun, of course, couldn’t answer. He didn’t even know why his own brother treated him that way.

Lin Wan lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes wet with tears. “And my parents. My brother is clearly the best person for business. Why are they all forcing me? I don’t understand…”

Song Cun mostly just listened. He knew Lin Wan wasn’t looking for advice but just wanted to vent after bottling things up for so long. The young master was used to living a free and easy life, and suddenly being “trained” was a bit painful.

But this “pain” would be considered a “sweet struggle” in most people’s eyes. If it weren’t for truly feeling Lin Wan’s sadness, Song Cun would think he was humblebragging—My parents are forcing me to become the heir of the family business, and my brother is even stepping aside to personally train me… In a novel, wouldn’t this be classified as being the group’s darling?

Sometimes, Song Cun felt that he and Lin Wan were like a matched control group. One was forced to leave, and the other was forced to return.

His thoughts ran wild, and Song Cun started drinking along with him.

They drank glass after glass, slowly becoming drunk.

Song Cun’s alcohol tolerance was poor. His eyelids became so heavy he couldn’t keep them open, and he just passed out on the table.

Lin Wan, holding his glass, drunkenly clinked it against Song Cun’s, spilling more than half of the liquid. “Let’s keep drinking!”

“I should have just married Qi Yan back then. At least we could have done our own thing… It would be better than this…”

The name “Qi Yan” made Song Cun, who was about to pass out, flinch. He unhappily kicked Lin Wan’s leg.

“No…” Song Cun slurred.

He adjusted his position, turning his back to Lin Wan, and mumbled, “Qi Yan, he’s mine…”

…

A black Cullinan sped down the road.

Lin Boqing sat in the back, his long legs crossed, his handsome silhouette exuding sharpness. He had just finished a business meeting and was rushing to catch the runaway without even having time to change his clothes.

The bodyguards had told him that Lin Wan had taken someone into a private room and hadn’t come out for two hours.

“Faster.”

“Yes, Mr. Lin.” The driver stepped on the gas.

When they arrived at the private room, two bodyguards were standing at the door. They respectfully nodded to Lin Boqing. One of them pushed the door open for him.

“Of course, it’s not possible now. Qi Yan is already married,” Lin Wan drunkenly pushed Song Cun, who was passed out on the table. “What about the two of us? I’ll give you the company. How about that?”

Lin Boqing, standing at the door, felt a vein in his forehead twitch. This guy was trying to give the company away just to avoid taking over the family business…

Lin Wan tilted his head, still mumbling drunkenly to Song Cun, unaware of his brother’s approaching figure.

A tall figure blocked the light, casting a shadow over him. Lin Wan looked up in a daze and saw his brother’s cold face.

“Marriage? Take over the company for you?”