TRMLCM Chapter 89

Chapter 89: I Don’t Understand, But I Respect It

No longer paying attention to the active thoughts of the person behind him, Cheng Yi carried him steadily, step by step, up the stairs and back to the room. In the darkness, relying on memory, he gently placed him on the bed and covered him with the quilt.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand involuntarily touching those delicate eyebrows and eyes, and leaned down to place a kiss.

In the darkness before dawn, the world was silent.

His heart beat steadily. He closed his eyes, embracing him, and sighed softly with contentment. His nerves relaxed, and only then did he feel the fatigue in his heart settle down.

“Meow~”

The room had barely been quiet for a moment before a soft sound came from the doorway.

Berber, who had been woken up again, was too lazy to complain. He had to follow their footsteps to make sure they didn’t leave him behind.

Tired, Berber deeply felt that he, the weak and powerless one, had shouldered it all.

In the room where one couldn’t see their own fingers, a large hand accurately grabbed the back of its neck and lifted it up.

“Meow?”

Two oval shapes with faint light turned into round glass beads, dark iridescent light cunningly and slowly overflowing.

“Berber, shush, don’t shout.”

It was held in someone’s arms, its nose nudging, and the familiar scent soothed its somewhat frightened little heart. It calmed down and didn’t resist at all.

Feeling the familiar massage technique, Berber comfortably narrowed its eyes and obediently laid there, only occasionally lazily flicking its tail a few times, drawing beautiful arcs in the air.

The door was gently closed, and the hallway was still dimly illuminated by the faint light from downstairs.

He carried the cat and walked down slowly.

…

Grandma Liu felt that her old eyes were really failing her, or how else could she have seen one person go upstairs and a different person come down?

She looked at the tall and handsome young man holding the cat and hesitantly asked, “Chang’an?”

The dark circles under the young man’s eyes seemed to have faded a little, and a smile graced the corners of his lips. He sat down, stroking the fluffy fur with his fingers. His clear eyes were still a little sleepy, and he spoke kindly, “What’s wrong, Grandma?”

His voice, just awakened from sleep, was still a little hoarse, but it didn’t detract from its warm and pleasant quality.

Grandma Liu forgot her previous embarrassment and glanced at the sky outside before turning to look at Shen Chang’an with a look of heartache in her eyes. She frowned and nagged, “Why did you come down? Why didn’t you sleep a little longer? It’s still early.”

“I couldn’t sleep anymore. I already slept for a while, so I’m not that sleepy now.”

Shen Chang’an shook his head, explaining.

He had slept for three hours, but even with Cheng Yi by his side, he hadn’t slept very soundly. The moment he was placed on the bed, he had woken up, but Cheng Yi hadn’t noticed because the room was dark.

He waited for a while and saw that Cheng Yi was lying on the bed holding him and not moving, so he knew that he had fallen asleep.

He hadn’t even covered himself with the quilt, probably just wanting to hold him and doze off for a while, but he hadn’t expected to be too tired himself, and he had fallen into a deep sleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

The broad, warm embrace was so reassuring, and the scent he inhaled was warm and comforting, making him reluctant to leave, even though he wasn’t sleepy.

If Berber hadn’t slowly walked in and ruined the atmosphere, he wouldn’t have had a reason to leave that warm embrace with such difficulty.

Grandma Liu didn’t quite understand, but seeing Shen Chang’an’s obedient appearance, the pity and heartache in her eyes became even more obvious. Her eyes held an obscure expression, and she sighed deeply, no longer saying anything.

“Did your friend go to sleep?”

“Yeah, he’s been very busy these past few days and is quite tired.”

Shen Chang’an nodded. He was also very surprised by Cheng Yi’s arrival.

It had been almost two days since that phone call. What had he said back then?

He couldn’t quite remember, but even though he had forgotten the words, he still remembered the emotions he felt at the time.

Bewilderment, accompanied by grief…

He didn’t know what to do, so he instinctively dialed that number.

Shen Chang’an looked upstairs, and a hint of regret welled up in his heart.

…Perhaps he should have made that phone call later.

He knew that Cheng Yi was very busy during this time, but even though they were separated, their relationship hadn’t been affected at all. On the contrary, because of the distance, their longing had grown stronger day by day.

He would report his schedule to him every day, whether it was a banquet at someone’s house today, a feast at someone’s house tomorrow, or a birthday invitation from a friend the day after…

Sometimes he would even send a message asking for praise for drinking a few glasses of water today, acting so childish.

Of course, Shen Chang’an would obediently cooperate, acting like two cute childish ghosts together.

One side was leisurely and quiet, while the other side was extravagant and dissipated. Two completely different worlds, when brought together, were so harmonious.

Shen Chang’an still had the image of that white suit suddenly appearing in his mind.

The person he had been longing for for so long suddenly appeared before him with a glistening, bright light, as if a god had descended to earth. With just one glance, the thousands of grievances brewing in his heart suddenly had an outlet.

When asked why, he said:

“I miss you.”

“I want to see you.”

A simple longing, so he hurriedly left that glittering and dazzling arena woven with fame and fortune, and drove alone for thousands of miles, just wanting to tell his lover…

—”Don’t cry, I’m by your side.”

From the moment he received that phone call, his longing, worry, heartache… a jumble of complex emotions accompanied him all the way, finally settling down after this swift meeting.

Cheng Yi silently accompanied Shen Chang’an, just wanting him not to be alone.

…

“This cat of yours is quite nice, huh.”

“It’s called Berber. We’ve had it at home for a long time. It’s just a little shy, so you probably haven’t seen it before.”

His mood was much better than before, and he spoke a little more.

Shen Chang’an lowered his head, his fingertip gently stroking Berber’s small ear, causing the delicate ear to involuntarily twitch a couple of times. Berber turned its head, avoiding the touch, and buried its face along with its two small ears in the gap between his arm and waist, like an angry little girl who couldn’t bear to be disturbed.

Having finally escaped the harassment of the bad guy, it elicited a low, hearty laugh from him.

Seeing this scene, Grandma Liu knew that she had misunderstood. She couldn’t help but feel relieved in her heart. She was already so old, it was a good thing she hadn’t made a fool of herself.

But looking at his gentle and doting way with the cat…

emmmm… I don’t understand, but I respect it.

She heard that many young people these days weren’t in a hurry to get married, and instead kept many cute pets at home to accompany them. Having a fresh life made the house less lonely and made the days warmer.

She was just an ignorant old woman from the countryside. Maybe city people just liked to raise those pets as their own children.