What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Something You Have is Poking Me

Lin Wan let out a wine-fueled hiccup, dazed for a few seconds.

Then he reached out to pat Song Cun’s arm.

“I’m hallucinating. I’m actually seeing my brother…”

Lin Boqing: “…”

Song Cun was swayed twice by Lin Wan. His head was already dizzy, and his mind was stuck on Lin Wan’s last sentence, “What if we get married?”

He raised his hand and swatted Lin Wan’s hand away. “I can’t. I’m married…”

Lin Wan looked at the empty bottles scattered on the table and then up at his brother’s icy, poker face. He just felt they had drunk too much tonight. One was hallucinating, the other was talking nonsense.

He played along with Song Cun’s drunken gibberish. “Who? Who are you married to?”

Song Cun’s lips curved into a slight smile. “Qi Yan. I’m married to Qi Yan…”

Lin Boqing hadn’t seen Song Cun’s face clearly. He had been planning to just take Lin Wan away and have his bodyguards send him to a hotel to be done with it. But when he heard the name “Qi Yan,” even though it was probably drunken talk, he became more cautious. He and Qi Yan had gone to college abroad together and were good friends. They still occasionally kept in touch.

Just as he was hesitating, Song Cun suddenly changed position, turning his face toward him.

Lin Boqing’s gaze fell on Song Cun’s face.

A memory flashed in his mind. He had once caught a glimpse of Qi Yan staring at a photo on his phone—a vibrant young man. The photo was very clear, and the person in it was almost identical to the person in front of him.

Hearing him say, “I’m married to Qi Yan,” it clicked for Lin Boqing. So his secret love came true.

He took out his phone, snapped a picture of Song Cun, and sent it to Qi Yan along with the bar’s address. As expected, the reply came quickly: “Thank you.”

“Why are you still here?”

Lin Wan laughed at Song Cun’s nonsense, then looked up to see his brother looking at his phone.

“Hurry up and disappear. Even though you’re just a hallucination, you’re ruining my drinking mood…”

Lin Wan tilted an empty bottle to his mouth, but only a drop or two came out.

Lin Boqing pressed the space between his eyebrows. He grabbed Lin Wan from the sofa and smacked his butt. “Is it still a hallucination?”

The pain was very real, just like the pain he felt when he was smacked for refusing to get out of bed in the morning. The empty bottle slipped from his hand, making a crisp bang.

Lin Wan’s pupils contracted, and his unfocused gaze began to clear.

Lin Boqing asked, “Awake?”

“Uh-huh.”

…

When Qi Yan arrived at Yelan Bar, Lin Boqing had already left with Lin Wan. Bodyguards stood at the door, likely left by Lin Boqing to look after Song Cun. Seeing Qi Yan walk quickly toward them, a bodyguard stepped forward to greet him.

“Are you Mr. Qi?”

“I am.”

“Please follow me.”

The bodyguard opened the private room door. Qi Yan politely said, “Thank you, you can go now.”

The door closed.

Qi Yan walked quickly inside. Song Cun was still sprawled out in the same spot, not moving, as if he were asleep. Qi Yan knelt beside Song Cun, reached out and ruffled his hair, and said in his ear, “Cun Cun, it’s time to go home.”

“Home?” Song Cun’s mind was a mess. He might have thought of the Song family while drinking, and he subconsciously curled up.

“I have no home…”

Although it was just drunken talk, it made Qi Yan’s heart stop. He had been trying to give Song Cun a sense of security all this time, and he thought Song Cun was free and happy with him. He didn’t expect that he still hadn’t given him a sense of belonging.

Just as he was reflecting on where he had fallen short, he suddenly heard Song Cun say, “Qi Yan… I want to go to Qi Yan’s house…”

Qi Yan’s dimmed eyes brightened. “Qi Yan’s house is Cun Cun’s home. It’s our home.”

“Our home…” Song Cun repeated, mumbling. “Our home…”

“That’s right, it’s our home.”

Song Cun fell silent. Just when Qi Yan thought he had fallen asleep, Song Cun’s eyes were still closed as he fumbled around on the table.

Qi Yan asked him, “What are you looking for, Cun Cun?”

Song Cun’s lips moved. “I’m calling Qi Yan…”

Qi Yan played along and put the phone in Song Cun’s hand. “What are you going to say to Qi Yan?”

Song Cun smacked the phone against his ear with a surprising amount of force, which made Qi Yan feel a little heartbroken. “Hello… Qi Yan… Qi Yan…” Song Cun mumbled.

Qi Yan touched his cheek, pretending to answer the phone. “Yes, this is Qi Yan.”

Song Cun rubbed against his palm before saying, “I think I’m drunk… Come pick me up and take me home…”

Qi Yan’s heart melted completely. He caressed his face with his thumb. “I’m here. Qi Yan is here to take you home.”

Song Cun reacted slowly. It took a while for him to slowly open a slit of his eyes. After they adjusted to the light, he half-opened them to look at the person in front of him. Song Cun looked at Qi Yan blankly for about ten seconds. After recognizing him, he curved his lips and pounced on Qi Yan to hug him.

“You’re here!”

Drunk people are heavy, and Qi Yan was still half-kneeling, but luckily, there was a sofa nearby. Qi Yan caught Song Cun in a full embrace and sat back against the sofa.

“I’m here, Cun Cun.” Qi Yan kissed his forehead.

Song Cun’s eyes were blurry, but he seemed very happy. He wrapped his arms around Qi Yan’s neck. “Are you here to take me home…?”

“Yes, Qi Yan is here to take Cun Cun home.”

Drunk people always talk in circles, but Qi Yan would listen patiently.

The position was uncomfortable, so Song Cun wiggled his hips, trying to straddle Qi Yan, but he couldn’t find his footing. He put one hand down and pushed against Qi Yan’s chest for leverage, but the point of force was wrong, so his hand moved lower.

Qi Yan’s breathing hitched. He pressed down on the mischievous little hand. “Cun Cun, what are you doing?”

Song Cun was still adjusting his posture, unable to find a comfortable way to sit. He lowered his head to unbuckle Qi Yan’s belt.

“Something you have is poking me.”