BFILWY CH 49

Chapter 49: Annoying Guy

Just as An Yue was about to fall asleep, he groggily heard Ye Qinghe ask, “Then why didn’t you make a sound?”

That simple question caught An Yue off guard.

“…Make a sound?” He was confused for a few seconds before realizing what Ye Qinghe meant. Frowning, he replied hoarsely, his voice carrying exhaustion and gloom, “My voice… doesn’t sound good.”

“Who said that?” Ye Qinghe asked instinctively, but then it hit him. “Was it… your senior?”

“Don’t bring him up.” An Yue frowned in disgust.

Ye Qinghe fell silent for a moment before saying, “An Yue, your voice is really sexy. I like it…”

“No, you don’t.” An Yue cut him off, his tone turning completely cold.

He didn’t want to hear Ye Qinghe say things he didn’t mean. How could he possibly like his rough, raspy, broken voice? It was harsh and unpleasant—he didn’t want to subject Ye Qinghe to that.

His voice grew colder, and his entire body radiated displeasure.

Ye Qinghe was stunned. He didn’t understand why An Yue suddenly became so distant, so certain that he wouldn’t like his voice. How could An Yue be so sure?

“Why wouldn’t I like it?” Ye Qinghe asked, confused. “What’s wrong? Are you angry?”

“Who would like a voice like mine?” An Yue’s indifferent tone carried a trace of barely concealed frustration.

Ye Qinghe was dazed for a moment before a realization struck him—he suddenly remembered what An Yue had once told him about his awful experience.

That scumbag senior of his had secretly recorded his voice and played it for his friends. An Yue said that everyone had laughed at him.

Were they laughing at his voice? Was that why An Yue felt so self-conscious about it?

Ye Qinghe sat up, his emotions tangled. He was angry at himself for being so careless, for saying the wrong thing and unknowingly stabbing An Yue where it hurt the most.

But he was also angry that An Yue would lump him together with that scumbag, as if he were someone who would mock and hurt him the same way.

And the worst part? An Yue wasn’t even wrong.

Frustrated, Ye Qinghe ruffled his hair. “An Yue, I’m sorry. I didn’t think before I spoke.”

An Yue ignored him. He was exhausted, irritated, and in no mood to hear Ye Qinghe bring up those awful memories.

He didn’t want an apology, nor did he want to argue. He just got up, lifted the blanket, and prepared to leave the bed.

Feeling the bed shift, Ye Qinghe panicked and hurriedly reached out, managing to grab An Yue’s sleeve.

He pleaded anxiously, “Don’t be mad. Just listen to me, okay? I just want to say that I’m not him. I will treat you well.

“Even though… Even though I was terrible before, I mean it now. Please believe me—I really like you. I like everything about you, including your voice…”

His voice grew softer, more hesitant, as he spoke. In the end, he repeated it once more, as if trying to convince both An Yue and himself.

“I’m not him.”

He felt wronged, too. From tonight onward, he and An Yue were officially together, yet it felt like there was a landmine buried between them—the scumbag ex. One wrong step, and everything would blow up.

It was frustrating for anyone.

An Yue was still upset. He wanted to fling Ye Qinghe’s hand away and scoff, What nonsense.

But then he looked at Ye Qinghe, who had no idea what was going on yet looked so pitifully aggrieved.

And his heart softened.

His heart softened for Ye Qinghe, but more than that, for himself.

This time, he really wanted to try.

He wanted to know—what did it feel like to be taken seriously? To be treated well by someone?

He also wanted to know whether Ye Qinghe would follow through on his words. Would he really be able to treat someone with genuine care?

Ye Qinghe was asking him to believe.

But the sad truth was, An Yue had lost the ability to trust people.

Right now, their relationship was flawed—he wasn’t good enough for it.

An Yue could only sigh and say, “I understand. Let’s sleep.”

He lay back down, pulled the blanket over himself, and turned his back to Ye Qinghe.

Ye Qinghe sat there in a daze for a long moment before finally letting out a deep sigh and lying back down as well.

The next morning, when Ye Qinghe woke up, An Yue was no longer in bed.

He reached out and felt the other side of the bed, only to find that the sheets were already ice cold. Panic surged through him.

Without even thinking, he leaped out of bed, completely ignoring the fact that he was only wearing his underwear. He stumbled as he dashed toward the door, crashing into things along the way while yelling anxiously, “An Yue! An Yue—ow—!”

“What’s wrong?! What happened?!”

Aunt Chen ran out of the kitchen in shock at Ye Qinghe’s panicked shouting, only to be greeted by the sight of a half-naked man limping out of his room.

Aunt Chen gasped and covered her face with her hands, peeking through her fingers as she laughed, “Oh my, Second Young Master, why aren’t you wearing any clothes?” She couldn’t hold back her laughter and teased, “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you like this! You’ve grown up so much, but your butt is still as perky as when you were a kid.”

Having worked for the Ye family since her youth, Aunt Chen had practically raised the two Ye brothers. She had taken care of them as babies, changing diapers, bathing them—there was nothing she hadn’t done. She had seen little Ye Qinghe naked countless times. But now, seeing a full-grown man in his thirties running out of his room wearing nothing but a pair of black underwear… That was just too much.

Laughing and half-embarrassed, she playfully scolded Ye Qinghe.

“Wh-where’s Teacher An?” Ye Qinghe, though equally mortified, clutched his arms around himself, trying to cover up—but he didn’t even know which part to hide. Still, his biggest concern was anxiously asking about An Yue’s whereabouts.

Meanwhile, An Yue sat frozen, staring in shock at his phone screen. In the video call window, a nearly naked man had suddenly appeared behind him.

For a long moment, he was utterly speechless.

“…Xiao An?” His mother, who was on the other end of the call, was equally dumbfounded. She stared at the bizarre scene unfolding before her and hesitantly asked, “Is he… your employer?”

An Yue had been sitting in the living room, having a video chat with his mother, updating her on his life. Since he hadn’t been home for a long time, his mother had been nagging him, and he was playfully begging her not to scold him too much.

Then suddenly, there was a loud crashing sound from the master bedroom—things knocking over, footsteps stomping around, complete chaos. Before An Yue could even process what was happening, a half-naked man barged into the video frame.

Panicked, An Yue hurriedly blocked the camera while trying to handle Ye Qinghe’s frantic shouting of, “An Yue! An Yue!”

“I’m here!” An Yue called out, while simultaneously speaking into his phone, “Mom! Something just came up, I’ll call you back later!”

Not even waiting for his mother’s response, he quickly ended the call.

Then, still shaken, he turned to glare at the ridiculous man who had just made a complete fool of himself.

“…Why… why aren’t you wearing clothes?” An Yu asked in disbelief. “What were you looking for me for?”

“I thought…” Ye Qinghe hesitated, unable to explain his panic. In the end, he could only sigh in frustration, feeling both embarrassed and annoyed with himself—annoyed that the very first thing he did after waking up was make a fool of himself.

Aunt Chen, still chuckling to herself, returned to the kitchen to continue preparing lunch.

Now that Ye Qinghe knew An Yue hadn’t left, he felt a wave of relief wash over him. With his mind finally at ease, he turned and slowly walked back to his room.

An Yue, no longer in shock, followed him inside, his voice tinged with barely suppressed amusement. “What happened to your foot? Did you kick something?”

He gestured for Ye Qinghe to sit down on the bed so he could check.

Earlier, in his rush to run out, Ye Qinghe had stubbed his little toe on something, and now a red mark had formed.

An Yue gently took hold of his toe and rubbed it.

“Hiss…!” Ye Qinghe sucked in a sharp breath from the pain.

“Let’s see if you dare to be this reckless again,” An Yue remarked.

“An Yue, I thought…” Ye Qinghe started, his voice faltering. He didn’t dare finish his sentence, afraid that saying it out loud would only confirm his worst fears.

“You thought I left, didn’t you?” An Yue said casually as he continued to massage his toe. “You wish. The New Year is coming up, and I still haven’t gotten my year-end bonus. How could I possibly leave?”

There was a playful hint of mischief in his voice as he added, “Chairman Ye, there is a year-end bonus, right? At the very least, I expect a big red envelope. Also, don’t forget the annual banquet. Even our restaurant hosts one for employees—you should do the same. You better not forget about me and Aunt Chen.”

Hearing that, Ye Qinghe chuckled. “How could I forget you? But the annual banquet isn’t until the end of the month—that’s too long a wait. Let’s go out to eat today instead.”

He paused for a moment before correcting himself with a soft smile.

“Let’s go on a date.”

“No need for a date. Aunt Chen is already making lunch.” An Yue stood up and patted Ye Qinghe’s bare shoulder. “Hurry up and put some clothes on. Aren’t you cold?”

“Wait a minute.” Ye Qinghe reached out and pulled An Yue back into his arms. “Give me a kiss first.”

“Did you even brush your teeth?” An Yue looked at him in disgust but still leaned in for a quick peck.

“I did,” Ye Qinghe said mischievously. “I even made sure to brush them in the middle of the night.”

Hearing that, An Yue immediately remembered why Ye Qinghe had brushed his teeth so thoroughly last night. At that moment, he felt something stir within him, and it was definitely not appropriate for daytime.

“Teacher An, since my eyesight is still a little inconvenient, do you want to go out later and buy a few things?” Ye Qinghe leaned in close, whispering suggestively into his ear. His voice was low and deliberate, “That way, we won’t have to use hand cream again tonight…”

An Yue’s ears instantly burned as Ye Qinghe continued mercilessly, “What brand do you usually use? I think Yunnii Sha is pretty good. Do you prefer the warming sensation? Or do you like the… stretchable kind?”

“Shut up.” An Yue couldn’t take it anymore. His face flushed red as he gritted his teeth, shoving Ye Qinghe away. “You’re so annoying!”

Then, unable to handle any more of Ye Qinghe’s shameless teasing, he turned and bolted out of the room.

Ye Qinghe sat on the bed, chuckling to himself. He really was annoying.

(To be continued…)