PMWAIAAPM Chapter 75

Chapter 75 I Will Love You Very Much

Later, their home was truly filled with their photos, although most of them were taken because Tan Zhiyu insisted.

Xing Yang knew that his appearance wasn’t beautiful enough, but he liked to go along with Tan Zhiyu’s wishes; as long as he was happy, it was all good.

The variety show “Let’s Love” had been topping the charts for the hottest variety shows.

As some netizens said, if the two were scripted in the program, they would accept it.

Tan Zhiyu’s fans were initially the most opposed to this marriage, but now they quietly began to look forward to the arrival of their child.

Xing Yang’s daily life was very simple; the two hardly went out, with Tan Zhiyu accompanying Xing Yang every day to make little belly wraps and knit gloves and scarves for their baby, all of which were stored in different little boxes. He might not be able to accompany their child until they turned eighteen, but the gifts couldn’t be missed.

Of course, Tan Zhiyu also had gifts.

Tan Zhiyu stuck to him every day, following him closely. If Xing Yang forgot for a moment what he was supposed to do, he would replay his actions and what he was supposed to prepare like a human recorder, willing to do so many times.

The doctor said Xing Yang’s brain injury had been present for many years, and the situation after the operation might not improve much.

It was very possible that one day he would wake up and forget who Tan Zhiyu was, and wouldn’t understand why he was lying next to a strange man.

The first thing Tan Zhiyu did when he woke up early was to ask who he was.

Xing Yang pretended to forget for the first time to tease him, and Tan Zhiyu became so scared that his eyes turned red. The gentle sunlight seemed to almost shatter him as he pinned this man pretending to forget him down and fiercely bit his lips, telling him, “I am Tan Zhiyu, your Zhiyu.”

Xing Yang’s lips were a bit painful, but he still smiled while holding his face, his peach blossom eyes containing a hint of inexplicable teasing: “Oh, so you are the big star Tan Zhiyu?”

“Xing Yang, are you messing with me?!”

Someone was so angry that his face turned red but didn’t know how to vent that anger, so he could only bite Xing Yang’s fingertips.

They laughed and joked.

In the following days, Xing Yang pretended not to remember him every morning, but Tan Zhiyu had long stopped biting him; instead, he would wriggle into his arms like a snake, both angry and acting coy, saying: “Don’t forget, don’t forget, don’t forget—”

Don’t forget.

This was perhaps the heaviest thing Tan Zhiyu had ever said to Xing Yang.

They decorated the baby’s room beautifully, and since they didn’t know the gender, the walls were painted a light pink.

Xing Yang believed that Tan Zhiyu was light pink.

He was somewhat looking forward to a girl, having heard that girls looked more like their other father. Since Tan Zhiyu was already beautiful with a boyish charm, what would their daughter be like?

Actually, whether it was a boy or girl didn’t matter; Xing Yang just hoped the baby would resemble Tan Zhiyu a bit.

The baby’s crib was something they installed together, with a little wind chime hanging from the top, and there lay the little doll that Xing Yang had originally given to Tan Zhiyu at the head of the crib.

When the baby was born, Tan Zhiyu would surely still monopolize Boss Xing, and could only let this little doll accompany them.

Jiang Cheng’s frequency of “dropping by for a meal” had turned from two to three meals a day, practically becoming their permanent resident.

On days when Jiang Cheng got up a bit later, Tan Zhiyu would knock loudly on the neighboring door, warning him never to die next door, or else how would he manage if the property value dropped?

Jiang Cheng found it amusing but couldn’t say much since he lived next door.

After a hearty meal, they would listen to Xing Yang’s belly. Seven months in, the baby wasn’t moving much inside Xing Yang’s belly, and they had to listen for a while to hear a response, estimating that it would be a calm and well-behaved baby.

Time flew by, and later, Xing Yang was hospitalized.

According to the last check-up, they chose a date for the surgery.

Xing Yang had long grown accustomed to surgeries; he had been in and out so many times that it almost felt numbing.

Zhou Jiaoyue and Qiu Jing were to conduct a joint operation, aiming to remove the gland while clearing out the intracranial blood clots. Before the surgery, Xing Yang finally got to receive anesthesia. As he was dozing off, he saw Tan Zhiyu trying hard not to cry, and gently patted his hand to reassure him.

Tan Zhiyu signed many forms as a family member in the hospital.

From afternoon until night, he sat in the hospital corridor, quietly waiting for the surgery room’s red light to turn green.

Jiang Cheng had somehow bought sugar-coated chestnuts, sitting beside him and offering him some, but Tan Zhiyu was a bit dazed; he didn’t know how to eat them or peel them.

The sweet aroma of chestnuts lingered. Jiang Cheng peeled open the hard shell, the creamy yellow flesh inside crumbling and soft, handing some to him: “Here.”

“Nervous?”

Could this feeling be called nervous?

Tan Zhiyu was unsure; he only knew that his fingertips trembled while signing, his once practiced graceful signature now written crookedly. His heartbeat was fast, plunging him into a strange panic, as if time were slicing through him. This whole ordeal felt like a razor poised on his neck, unbearably uncomfortable…

But after a moment’s thought, Tan Zhiyu shook his head: “I’m not really nervous.”

He was Xing Yang’s alpha in life, and in death, it was the same. If he wasn’t around, it would just mean accompanying him.

He knew long ago that death wasn’t a scary thing; it was something everyone experienced. As long as Xing Yang was there, he wouldn’t fear even hell.

“Tan Zhiyu, you guys are already better off than so many others.” Jiang Cheng said, looking down as he peeled chestnuts, his cheeks becoming amusingly puffed: “In the beginning, when you weren’t married yet, I was so envious of you.”

Jiang Cheng had known Xing Yang since the gland replacement, watching him gradually set things up for marriage with Tan Zhiyu.

Several times, he had secretly mixed pheromones into drinks at the parties Tan Zhiyu attended, making Tan Zhiyu believe he needed an omega’s help. When they went to the hospital to choose an omega, their pheromones matched perfectly, making Xing Yang the best choice.

Xing Yang had originally only intended to sleep and then run off, just to fulfill a dream of being with his idol.

But he really liked and loved him deeply, eventually breaking down barriers to mutual affection.

On this path, had Xing Yang’s heart been a bit tougher—or if Tan Zhiyu hadn’t been so brave—they would have parted ways long ago.

After Chen Ying’s death, Jiang Cheng saw Xing Yang as another version of Chen Ying living in the world.

Yet their emotions were different; Chen Ying’s heart was harder than Xing Yang’s. The seemingly weak man had more spirit than anyone else, while Jiang Cheng wasn’t brave enough to protect the one he loved.

He envied Tan Zhiyu; sitting here today waiting for the surgery meant bringing Chen Ying back home.

Chen Ying’s pheromone smelled like chestnuts, sweet and far better than what he was eating.

Tan Zhiyu knew he was very lucky.

An hour later, the gland removal was completed, and Chen Ying departed, while the baby was born as well.

A boy matched well with the light pink; due to the urgency of the surgery, the baby was premature and would need to stay in an incubator for two months, wrinkling and small like a little monkey. When Song Tian came, the surgery room still hadn’t finished.

Tan Zhiyu sat in the hallway, seemingly able to hear the beeping of the breathing machine, making his heart tense.

Song Tian had wanted to comfort him, saying everything would be okay, but before he could get the words out, he uncontrollably found himself in tears, terrified that something might happen to Xing Yang.

It was Xing Yang who insisted he come.

Tan Zhiyu sat beside him, trying to reassure himself that everything would be okay.

But when the lights in the surgery room finally turned green and Qiu Jing came out to tell him that the surgery was over and went smoothly at least, he would need to be transferred to a high-risk ward for observation for two days because the blood clots that had been there for years were close to the hippocampus, and they couldn’t confirm exactly what the postoperative effects would be. Everything had to wait.

Hearing that the surgery was successful and Xing Yang was alive, Tan Zhiyu’s legs turned soft and he couldn’t stand.

“Everything will be okay; I said everything will be okay…”

At first, family members weren’t allowed into the ward, so he could only look through the glass and see Xing Yang lying there alone with his head shaved. The originally protruding belly was gone; from then on, he would no longer be his omega.

For the first two days, he couldn’t sleep. Until Xing Yang was moved to a general ward, he had to cling tightly to Xing Yang’s hand just to lean by the bedside for a while.

He kept murmuring, unsure of what to name the baby; what would be a good name?

Cutting Xing Yang’s nails, wiping his hands, shaving his beard—these were things he needed to do very carefully, and Tan Zhiyu just stayed by his side.

A week later, he woke up.

Tan Zhiyu called many doctors to examine him; his vital signs were good, and he had feeling in his arms and legs. With the removal of the gland and the clearing of the blood clots, the brain nerves that had been compressed for years were gradually recovering.

Xing Yang lay in bed, looking at the doctors treating him with a somewhat numb and unfamiliar gaze. His eyes passed over Tan Zhiyu, who was excited by the bedside.

After lying there for so many days, his first question was about Song Tian.

The first person he wanted to see wasn’t Tan Zhiyu, but Song Tian.

Qiu Jing had mentioned earlier that he might wake up with amnesia. Tan Zhiyu stood by the bedside like a child abandoned, stepping aside to let Song Tian come closer and kneel down to speak with Xing Yang.

How could he really forget?

He thought that Xing Yang was just saying it casually.

Xing Yang woke up, but his gaze didn’t linger on Tan Zhiyu for more than a second. Tan Zhiyu thought it was because he looked so unkempt after not changing his clothes in the hospital for several days. Xing Yang had clearly said before that no matter how many times he forgot, he would still grow to like him again.

In that moment, Tan Zhiyu was heartbroken. He turned away, straining to listen to what Xing Yang was saying to Song Tian.

Several doctors also couldn’t determine Xing Yang’s current condition, awkwardly standing there watching Tan Zhiyu, as if pitying him.

“Go over there for a moment.” Song Tian patted his back, his expression strangely serious.

Tan Zhiyu’s eyes were red, overflowing with heartache, all shattered by Xing Yang. But he thought again, there was still a long time ahead. Even if Xing Yang forgot him, he could chase after him properly when he was discharged. With their baby, they wouldn’t be separated.

But seeing Song Tian, he remembered that Xing Yang’s gland had been removed, and he was now a Beta. Moreover, he had already divorced Xing Yang.

If now, with his amnesia, Xing Yang were to abandon him and be with Song Tian, what could he do? That would be a true soft and fluffy omega.

He remembered that Xing Yang had a secretary named Wang Zuiqing; wasn’t that a Beta who married a soft omega?

Tan Zhiyu felt very pitiful, like a cat abandoned in the rain, with its owner forgetting to let him in while making dinner.

He wanted to say, Xing Yang, open the door.

So, he expressionlessly walked over, his eyes showing a hint of unwillingness, pursing his lips.

Xing Yang’s mouth moved slightly, but no sound came out.

“What?”

Tan Zhiyu leaned over, his hand propped on the bed, and felt that Xing Yang’s breathing was a bit slow. They had finally gotten very close.

At that moment, Tan Zhiyu felt his warmth, his heart was complex yet excited, as he was calculating how not to be abandoned, wanting to listen carefully to what Xing Yang was saying.

Something slipped into his hand.

Tan Zhiyu sensed Xing Yang’s fingertip sliding from his ring finger down to his knuckle. He was momentarily stunned, and then he realized he was wearing a platinum diamond ring on his ring finger. He instantly broke into a smile and took a deep breath.

“What are you doing—” Tan Zhiyu cried, “You scared me to death! I almost thought you really forgot me—”

Xing Yang weakly reached out, gently hooking his fingertip: “Stop crying…”

Tan Zhiyu heard him say: “Promise me you’ll accept my proposal.”

Even though they were always stuck together at home, when had Xing Yang contacted Song Tian?

The ring bore the initials Y&Y.

Xing Yang and Tan Zhiyu.

He had thought about this before the surgery; if he could come out alive, the first thing he would do would be to make up for the proposal he owed Tan Zhiyu.

“Xing Yang, you really are a jerk.”

Tan Zhiyu’s previously anxious heart was firmly secured by that ring.

Xing Yang took a long time before speaking; his voice couldn’t be loud, softly and weakly he asked: “Will you marry me? I will love you very much…”

“Cut…”

Tan Zhiyu wiped his tears on his hand and picked up another ring, slowly putting it on Xing Yang’s ring finger: “Idiot.”