MWMM Chapter 61: I Believe In You

Yan Yuzhou was completely wrapped in Shen Ci’s embrace, his eyes red as he was led out of the classroom. He descended the stairs with him, drawing the attention of countless students on campus, before being held close and coaxed into the Rolls-Royce with the utmost care.

The people along the way: So jealous, so jealous.

Seated inside the car, Yan Yuzhou’s face was flushed as he recalled how he had just taken the initiative to kiss Shen Ci. For a moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of shame. His small, palm-sized face burned with embarrassment as he buried it into his hands.

Shen Ci watched his reaction from the side, feeling both an itch in his heart and an ache.

“Mr. Shen,” Yan Yuzhou, despite his embarrassment, still remembered basic manners. With a soft, nasal lilt to his voice, he mumbled, “Thank you for helping me out just now.”

Shen Ci remained silent for a long while. Casually, he reached up and rubbed his lips, his fingers brushing back and forth as if savoring something.

Savoring what? Yan Yuzhou’s face instantly turned red again. He wanted nothing more than to throw himself out of the car.

“A verbal thank you is all I get?” Shen Ci suddenly spoke, his voice low and husky.

Yan Yuzhou blinked, doing his best to comprehend Shen Ci’s meaning. Then, with a tearful expression, he clutched his wallet tightly to his chest, looking like a martyr ready to sacrifice himself, shaking his head frantically.

“Mr. Shen, I only have five million in total, while your assets exceed five billion. Y-You wouldn’t… you wouldn’t actually be eyeing my tiny fortune, would you?”

Shen Ci’s lips twitched. He cast a disdainful glance at the wallet Yan Yuzhou was clutching with all his might, then looked at the fool before him, whose expression resembled that of an utter imbecile. Inwardly, he rolled his eyes. Slowly leaning closer, he noticed that the tighter he approached, the more Yan Yuzhou clamped down on his wallet. Unable to hold back, Shen Ci finally let out a stifled chuckle.

“That measly amount of change isn’t even worth my attention.”

“Right, right, right! Exactly!” Yan Yuzhou grinned widely, his grip on the wallet unconsciously loosening a little. His heart relaxed as if a flower had bloomed inside it, and his words turned especially sweet. “Mr. Shen, you really are a man of great wisdom. I knew someone of your stature wouldn’t bully poor folks like us, hahaha…”

“But-“

Shen Ci suddenly narrowed his eyes, his tone carrying a hint of danger. “You can’t possibly think you don’t have to offer anything at all, can you?”

Yan Yuzhou was completely baffled. He blinked, his eyes darting around in confusion. “Huh? What do you mean?”

Seeing his utterly innocent expression, Shen Ci found it amusing and continued teasing him. “If you don’t have money…”

“Then I don’t have a life to give either!” Yan Yuzhou immediately widened his eyes, puffing up his cheeks in indignation. “Hmph! Just because you helped me out just now doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want. My life is precious, you know…”

Shen Ci let out a sudden chuckle. Staring at Yan Yuzhou’s self-righteous expression, he seriously wondered if the person he had married was an idiot.

An idiot that was kind of cute, and made him want to bully him a little.

“Take good care of your precious little life.” Shen Ci arched an eyebrow and continued at an unhurried pace. Under Yan Yuzhou’s wide, round gaze, he leisurely asked, “No money, no life to offer—Yan Yuzhou, tell me, what can you give?”

Yan Yuzhou scratched his head awkwardly. Then, pretending to wipe at his eyes as if secretly feeling aggrieved, he wrinkled his small face and thought for several seconds before finally looking up at the lofty Shen Ci with a pleading expression.

“Mr. Shen, um… how about paying with my body?”

Shen Ci: …Mm. My wife sure knows how to play the game.

But then, Yan Yuzhou suddenly pursed his lips. His voice carried a hint of fragility. “Mr. Shen, about those photos… do you really believe me? Do you… also think that I’m a… fickle person?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Yan Yuzhou felt Shen Ci’s expression change.

The next second, he was scooped up into Shen Ci’s arms, the man’s voice resolute and unwavering—”I believe in you.”

Because of those three words, Yan Yuzhou almost lost control of his tears again.

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To avoid the fallout from the cheating scandal, Yan Yuzhou had been skipping classes these past few days, choosing instead to study at home in solitude.

As for Wen Er’s defamation case, Shen Ci acted swiftly. The matter never even reached the courts—whatever methods Shen Ci used, Wen Er caved almost immediately. Not only did he publicly apologize to both people in the photos, but he also promised to compensate them for emotional distress.

Finally, the truth came to light.

It turned out that the person in those photos with Pan Feng… was actually Wen Er.

Wen Er had secretly admired Pan Feng for a long time, from the very first moment of heart-pounding attraction at the start of the semester, to his gradual, complete infatuation.

During a class gathering, Pan Feng had drunk a little too much. Seizing the opportunity, Wen Er took him to a hotel while he was dazed from alcohol. Then, driven by selfish desire, he offered himself up—allowing Pan Feng, in his intoxicated state, to unknowingly sleep with him.

From that moment on, Pan Feng utterly despised Wen Er. He never showed him a single ounce of kindness. Despite Wen Er’s relentless pursuit and demands for him to take responsibility, Pan Feng ignored him completely, treating him with nothing but cold indifference.

But what Yan Yuzhou couldn’t understand was—what did any of this have to do with him?

He hadn’t interfered in their relationship at all.

Staring at Wen Er’s apology statement, Yan Yuzhou racked his brain for a long time, but he couldn’t figure out an answer.

By the time he returned to class, Wen Er had already disappeared from Wenjing Art University.

According to his classmates, due to the severity of the incident on the school forum, the university had directly expelled him. Along with him, Pan Feng was also expelled.

“Pan Feng?!” Yan Yuzhou was taken aback. Confused, he asked, “Why was Pan Feng expelled too?”

A classmate shook their head. “I don’t know the details, but I heard someone put pressure on the school. After this whole ordeal, Pan Feng probably wouldn’t have been able to face anyone here anyway.”

Yan Yuzhou frowned. The whole situation felt strange.

Logically speaking, both he and Pan Feng had been victims in this incident. If he could walk away unscathed and clear his name, then why couldn’t Pan Feng?

Yan Yuzhou called Pan Feng several times, but all he ever got in return was the mechanical ringing of the phone. It was as if this person had completely disappeared from his world.

Could it really be as that classmate had said—someone had pressured the school?

If that was true, then the one who exerted that pressure…

Could it be—Shen Ci?!

The moment school ended, Yan Yuzhou rushed out of the academic building, heading straight for the Rolls-Royce parked at the entrance.

Today, Shen Ci seemed unusually gentle. The scent of pine on him was especially strong, carrying a sense of warmth, while the usual sharp, icy chill that surrounded him was barely perceptible.

As soon as Yan Yuzhou got into the car, he was immediately subjected to Shen Ci’s fierce and storm-like kisses, as if all the longing from their day apart was being poured into this few-minute kiss.

But soon, Shen Ci stopped. He furrowed his brows slightly, his gaze carrying a hint of concern and scrutiny.

“You’re distracted.” He saw through Yan Yuzhou’s state in an instant.

Yan Yuzhou’s gaze flickered.

He was right—just now, even while being overwhelmed by the kiss, his mind had still been occupied with thoughts of Pan Feng.

Lovers were the most sensitive to each other’s emotions.

Shen Ci instantly sensed that Yan Yuzhou had something on his mind.

And sure enough, Yan Yuzhou gently pulled away from Shen Ci’s possessive hold, letting the atmosphere cool down. Then, steeling himself, he spoke,

“Mr. Shen, was it you who had Pan Feng expelled?”

The moment the words left his mouth, Yan Yuzhou noticed—

For a brief moment, Shen Ci’s pupils trembled.

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T/N: Mr. Shen, you better not have done that……