SC Chapter 23

Chapter 23

The woman in front of him stared intently at Duan Sirong, wishing she could tear him to shreds in the next second.

Duan Sirong quickly averted his gaze, pretending to be calm as he put down his schoolbag, but his fingers were trembling slightly.

“Mom, what are you talking about?” Duan Sirong retorted, trying to gain some advantage.

But Zhang Hongxiu didn’t fall for it at all. She walked up to him and held up the chat history on her phone.

Zhang Hongxiu’s brow was tightly furrowed, her face flushed with anger, and in her clenched fist, her nails pierced her flesh:

“Come on, keep pretending! Keep pretending!”

Duan Sirong’s pupils suddenly contracted, and he fell to the ground. The countless joyful expressions he usually wore were completely extinguished at this moment.

He saw it, that most conspicuous text message.

‘Sirong, he… is in a relationship.’

And below this message were several ambiguous pictures of himself and Yun Muye.

And this person’s name, Yun Muye seemed to have mentioned him—

‘Yun Shang’.

“No wonder he’s been preoccupied lately,” Duan Sirong thought to himself.

“Mom, I…” Duan Sirong seemed to want to organize the words in his mind, but what came out before the words was a low sob.

Zhang Hongxiu: “Good for you! You’ve grown up! Hahaha… you’ve even learned to deceive your parents!”

“If he saw this scene in the afterlife, how heartbroken would he be!”

Duan Sirong’s collar was fiercely grabbed by Zhang Hongxiu, her bloodshot eyes extremely terrifying.

“You said you! It’s one thing to be in a relationship! But you! You’re dating a guy!” The last sentence was shouted out by Zhang Hongxiu with all her might, and the tea on the table trembled slightly.

“You… how disgusting! A guy… a guy… that person, it seems, is still a scumbag!”

Duan Sirong seemed to want to deny her opinion of Yun Muye, but Zhang Hongxiu didn’t give him the chance.

“I remember, that person! His name is Yun Muye, right? He used to be a good kid… a good person, but his parents are so terrible, how good can you expect him to be!”

Zhang Hongxiu slid to her knees and placed her hands on his shoulders: “Tell me! What’s so good about him?!”

The air was thick with gunpowder, tension, despair, and helplessness scorching Duan Sirong’s body.

Duan Sirong: “It’s not like that…”

Zhang Hongxiu’s hand, which was about to rise, froze in place: “What did you say?”

Duan Sirong’s mind was made up. Since the flames were covering the earth, he would seize more advantages.

“Yun Muye is not like that, he… he was never what you thought! If it weren’t for his parents’ divorce, how could he have become like this?”

Zhang Hongxiu was speechless for a moment, unaccustomed to Duan Sirong’s retort. After a long while, she said:

“But he… is always better than you…”

“You think I live a good life? Other children are playing happily outside the window, but what about me? I live like a dog in the house,” Duan Sirong’s aura was sad and angry, both mocking and venting.

“If you miss Dad so much, go be with him!”

“Ah…” Zhang Hongxiu couldn’t believe what she was hearing, she couldn’t even believe the person in front of her.

Duan Sirong seemed to have become a different person, his usually well-behaved appearance distorted by the roar.

The sentence just now, in her eyes, didn’t sound like something a child would say.

“You… you!” Zhang Hongxiu angrily pointed at Duan Sirong, her eyes filled only with criticism of Duan Sirong’s words, without a trace of remorse for herself.

“Good for you! You’ve grown up, so you can do whatever you want? Duan Sirong! I think I’ve really spoiled you too much!”

With that, Zhang Hongxiu covered her heart and walked quickly towards Duan Sirong’s room.

“Wait! Mom!” Duan Sirong quickly turned around and ran over, grabbing Zhang Hongxiu’s hand that was about to open the door. He felt the veins on Zhang Hongxiu’s hand, which made him shiver.

Zhang Hongxiu: “Hahaha, as expected, you feel guilty. It seems Yun Shang was right!”

Zhang Hongxiu didn’t know where she got the strength to fight Duan Sirong. Soon, Zhang Hongxiu gained the upper hand. With a forceful push, the door was opened.

The first thing Zhang Hongxiu saw was a bunch of fake red roses on the table, but… what Duan Sirong was hiding from her was definitely more than just this bunch of fake flowers.

Zhang Hongxiu pulled Duan Sirong’s hand away and opened the closet one step ahead of him.

“Mom!”

Zhang Hongxiu’s long hair fell over her shoulders, and she took out this pink envelope.

“What’s this? A love letter?” Zhang Hongxiu grabbed the two corners of the envelope, as if as long as Duan Sirong didn’t give her a satisfactory answer, she would quickly tear the envelope to shreds.

Tears fell from Duan Sirong’s eyes, and he slowly stepped forward and said, “Mom, I was wrong… it’s my fault, I’ll tell you everything I know!”

Zhang Hongxiu pinched the envelope with two fingers: “Speak!”

“Three years ago, I… I fell in love with him… it was love at first sight… I—”

Before Duan Sirong could finish speaking, Zhang Hongxiu quickly tore the love letter to shreds, and the pieces of paper filled with writing scattered all over the ground.

At this moment, all of Duan Sirong’s efforts over the past three years turned to ashes. What was torn apart was not paper, but his unwavering love.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Duan Sirong screamed in terror, caught off guard by the sudden event.

He slowly picked up the pieces of paper, looking at the words that emerged because of the tears.

“I wrote love letters for three years, and you… tore them up!”

Duan Sirong seemed to be trying to piece them together, but unfortunately they were already too weak.

“I’m doing this for your own good! If I hadn’t torn them up, you would have been in the abyss all the time! I don’t want my son to become like this!”

Zhang Hongxiu squatted down and looked at the completely broken Duan Sirong, gently hugging him into her arms, hoping to wake him up from his foolishness.

“You’ll understand my good intentions when you grow up… Sirong, how about Mom help you transfer schools?”

“Anyway, there are plenty of schools fighting for you, we don’t need this one.”

Zhang Hongxiu was about to take out her phone when Duan Sirong slapped it away.

“I’m not going anywhere, you can go crazy however you want, at worst you can let me die!”

“Slap!” A loud slap landed on Duan Sirong’s face, the red and swollen palm print particularly glaring.

Zhang Hongxiu looked at her son, whom she had raised with her own hands, with scarlet eyes and a face full of disappointment.

“Good, good! My son has actually learned to talk back! I don’t understand, Duan Sirong, I really don’t understand, get out! Get out! You beast!”

Suddenly, a burst of knocking sounded at Yun Muye’s house, like a piece of sad music.

Yun Duanyue put down her phone: “Coming!”

When she opened the door, a teenager with dull eyes came into view.

The teenager’s hair was disheveled, and his eyes looked pleadingly at everything in the room.

“Damn! Duan Sirong, what happened to you! Come in, come in.”

After Yun Duanyue locked the door, she poured a cup of tea for Duan Sirong: “Don’t worry, my brother is taking a shower, drink some water first, and talk after he comes out.”

The slow sound of water in the bathroom completely stopped in the five minutes after Duan Sirong came in.

As soon as Yun Muye came out, he saw a Duan Sirong who looked like a robot.

Yun Muye smiled with satisfaction: “What? You miss me?”

Duan Sirong didn’t say anything, he threw himself on Yun Muye and cried.

Yun Muye “…” When did this kind of scene happen?

Yun Muye was frantically thinking about how to coax his injured boyfriend.

Yun Muye reached out and pulled him closer into his arms, his slender fingers wiping away his tears: “Don’t cry first, tell me what happened?”

Duan Sirong’s emotions still couldn’t calm down, but unknowingly, Yun Muye had roughly figured out the overall situation.

Duan Sirong was taller than Yun Muye, and he only needed to reach out to hug his waist.

“Why… why didn’t you tell me…”

Yun Muye was stunned for a moment, and lowered his head somewhat ashamed: “I was also afraid of making you worry.”

Duan Sirong: “Why… why… I love you… we can face anything together…”

Yun Muye cupped Duan Sirong’s face, his eyes full of heartache: “As they said, I’m a scumbag… I don’t want to drag you down.”

“But it’s different now, you are mine, you are my lover… you were never anything from the beginning…”

Yun Muye looked at Yun Duanyue beside him and silently exchanged glances.

“Then go take a shower first, you’ll sleep with me tonight.”

“If there’s anything, can we talk about it in bed?”

With that, Yun Muye told Yun Duanyue to turn around and landed a kiss on Duan Sirong’s face.

Duan Sirong’s pupils shrank, expressing shock and joy at Yun Muye’s actions.

“Satisfied now? Go take a shower, I’ll get you my clothes.”

“Wait a minute!” Yun Duanyue stopped Yun Muye, who was about to leave, and took out a cute cartoon pajamas from behind her, which complemented Yun Muye’s.

Yun Muye reached out and took it: “You’re quite prepared.”

Yun Duanyue looked up, her eyes lit up by the things she thought of: “I don’t have an extra quilt here, and I’m going to sleep first! Tonight, keep it down!”

Yun Muye was about to retort, but Duan Sirong beat him to it: “At least it won’t bother you.”

“I’m relieved to hear you say that!” With that, Yun Duanyue got into bed.

Yun Muye shook his head helplessly, not knowing whether Duan Sirong was telling the truth or not.

Whatever… whatever happens.

Yun Muye went into the room to make the bed and thoughtfully made a cup of milk for Duan Sirong.

It was already eleven o’clock after Duan Sirong finished washing up. During this time, his phone had been vibrating constantly, actually countless abusive messages from Zhang Hongxiu to him.

Yun Muye couldn’t stand it and simply turned it off for him.

Because Yun Muye was wearing a V-neck pajamas, the pajamas even slipped down a little when he was fiddling with his phone.

So when Duan Sirong came in, he saw a solid and full pectoral muscle.

Duan Sirong swallowed, and naturally lay down next to Yun Muye, his eyes unconsciously looking at that area.

Yun Muye himself also knew the current situation and pulled his pajamas up.

Duan Sirong was speechless for a moment and started talking about serious matters: “Do you know Yun Shang?”

When the words ‘Yun Shang’ entered his ears, Yun Muye instinctively clenched his fists: “He, my cousin, everything I have now is caused by him.”

“He said he was jealous of everything I had, said he would smash everything to pieces, and the first prey he set his sights on,” Yun Muye looked into Duan Sirong’s dark eyes: “was you.”

Duan Sirong pinched a corner of the quilt: “My mother, because of this matter, had a fight with me and said she would get me expelled.”

Yun Muye: “Then treat me as a sacrifice, I’ll take your place—” Before he could finish speaking, Yun Muye’s lips were blocked.

One of Duan Sirong’s hands pressed down on his body and gently caressed it, while the other held him down.

The two people’s hot breaths wandered in the air, Duan Sirong looked up at Yun Muye’s flushed face and instantly deepened the kiss.

And the hand that had been resting on his abdominal muscles couldn’t help but extend downwards.

Yun Muye’s body couldn’t take it anymore, and the sound he made was like a wounded kitten.

Duan Sirong’s hands roamed over his body, which made Yun Muye really unable to bear it.

“You, are you crazy… ah…” A few tears quickly flowed out because of Duan Sirong’s forceful movements.

“Don’t cry, otherwise you’ll only be the one on the bottom, what should I call you…”

How could Yun Muye have the strength to answer, weakly breathing, seeming to want Duan Sirong to be gentler.

Duan Sirong chuckled softly, and could hold Yun Muye’s two hands with one hand.

He gently explored all the unknown places, even directly ignoring Yun Muye’s trembling.

“Your scar isn’t ugly…”

“You can’t take it this much… you need to practice more.”

“How could I possibly let you suffer for me?”

Gradually, Duan Sirong seemed to be a little impatient.

“Wait a minute, can you stop… damn you, Duan Sirong…”

Duan Sirong frowned and stopped in one place: “I don’t like you calling me that.”

The atmosphere in the room was hot and ambiguous, making people enjoy it.

Yun Muye slowly opened his mouth:

“Hu…sband…”