Before his rebirth, Lu Yanchen was known for being cold and taciturn.
Why did he become a completely different person after his rebirth? I often wondered if he'd been possessed by someone else. How could he be so completely different from before?
I don't know if it was the excessive heat in the room or his eyes being so gentle.
He just gazed at me tenderly, without moving.
I thought of the unfinished business I'd been interrupted with earlier; he was waiting for me to take the initiative.
For some reason, Rong Huaixu's words came back to my mind.
Life is but a few decades long; he didn't want to have any regrets.
I died with regrets in my previous life, and this time, I didn't want to repeat the same mistake.
I'm not Su Wan, and he's not my uncle.
Even if I can't reach the point of love for him, at least I don't resist his touch.
Even Fu Xici and Lu Shiyan are scumbags everywhere. But Rong Huaixu showed me the other side of men: there are still good men in this world.
I can't give up on someone just because of a jerk. That's unfair to myself and to Lu Yanchen.
I threw back the covers and took the initiative to sit on his lap, gazing at his handsome face so close to me.
It felt like a dream.
My uncle, once so noble and godlike in my heart, had become my legitimate husband.
His features were so exquisite, his eyelashes so long for a man, and his skin was so cold and pale, so noble and cool.
It inexplicably gave rise to a desire to conquer him.
I placed one hand on his chest and the other around his neck.
He cooperated, lowering his head. I slowly pressed my lips against his.
It was so soft. He only touched me lightly, but I pulled away, blushing, "Kiss, kiss..."
He curled his lips into a smile, "Baby, that's just a light touch. A real kiss is like this."
With that, he pressed himself against me again, his passion surging, wanting to consume me.
I had just woken up, and my body was already weak. His kiss made me even weaker, and I slumped limply against his neck.
He embraced my waist, his voice gentle and lingering, "Wanwan, I'm so happy you took the initiative to kiss me."
"Yanchen, when did you fall in love with me?" I asked the question that had been lingering in my mind.
"I can't pinpoint a specific time. Maybe it was the first time I saved you that left a deep impression on me, or maybe it was when you fell into my arms when you were ten, and you smiled and said you'd marry me when you grew up..."
I don't remember anything from that long ago. Su Ning'an was five when he disappeared, and I was eight. For the next few years, I was the most favored child in the family, living a carefree life. Because Lu Shiyan had saved me, the Su and Lu families had established close ties. Lu Shiyan and I were about the same age, not yet engaged, and people our age were more playful.
"Wait, were you the one who saved me when I was eight?"
He scratched my nose. "Or did you expect Lu Shiyan to save you? When you came to the Lu family to express your gratitude, you just grabbed his hand and said thank you. Do you know how heartbroken I was?"
"I woke up and heard it was the young master of the Lu family, so I thought it was him... But why didn't he tell me the truth?"
"He's always been very concerned about his reputation. Your Su family's generosity was hard to refuse, and he couldn't be happier."
"What about you? You could have explained."
Lu Yanchen sighed. "Wanwan, my life in the Lu family wasn't as good as you thought."
It was only then that I realized that Lu Yanchen was an illegitimate child at the time, and the Lu family naturally prioritized the eldest son. He had no mother in the Lu family, came from a poor background, and the old man didn't love him at all.
He was more of an outsider in the Lu family. What could he possibly have against Lu Shiyan?
No wonder when I asked Lu Shiyan about this uncle back then, he just said he was aloof, moody, and someone not to be messed with.
Now I know that Lu Yanchen was ostracized in the Lu family.
"In the Lu family, only my eldest sister-in-law treated me sincerely. She took pity on me because I had no mother, so she treated me like her own son. In the end, she died in a car accident because of me. I owe her that. I owe her that."
"Then why did you send her roses?" I thought about my bizarre imagination and wanted to slap myself.
"My eldest sister-in-law loved roses when she was alive, but my eldest brother never gave her any. She was such a poor person, so I always give her a bouquet of roses every year when I visit her grave."
I muttered, "You're quite sentimental."
He chuckled, "Jealous?"
Not jealousy, but I felt that my previous thoughts were ridiculous. I couldn't even look him in the eye.
Knowing he was my savior, my feelings towards him changed.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner? You made me..."
Every time I couldn't hold on in my previous life, I remembered Lu Shiyan's kindness.
Who knew he wasn't the benefactor at all!
"I'm sorry. I always thought you loved him deeply, but because of my sister-in-law's kindness to me, I didn't want to disturb you. You were so disheartened back then. I should have taken you away by force. That way, you wouldn't have suffered such misfortune, Wanwan..."
Listening to his confession, my heart ached.
It was clearly none of his business, yet he took all the blame.
"The eternal lamp at Lingshan."
"It was lit for you. I only hoped you had a glimmer of hope to survive, even if the chances were slim. I couldn't find you even after searching the entire city. I was so scared..."
Thinking of him, distraught in his wheelchair, I hugged him tightly. "Lu Yanchen, are you an idiot?"
He patted my back gently. "Baby, don't cry. Thankfully, God has mercy on us and given us a chance. Wanwan, I only ask you not to push me away. No matter how long it takes, I'll wait for you..."
Hearing his words, I could no longer control the emotions surging in my chest and kissed him.
I finally understood the feeling my mother described.
Perhaps it was the emotion, or perhaps it was the perfect atmosphere, but when my mind is overwhelmed by emotion, all reason is lost.
I kissed him fiercely, inhaling the refreshing, cool fragrance of his lips and teeth.
"Ayan, I'm sorry..." Only then did I realize how many years he'd waited.
Time and again, disappointment, waiting.
Every time I left, he would stand for a long time, refusing to leave, and I was oblivious, carrying this deep affection and complex emotions all by himself.
I wanted to do something to make it up to him.
Our breaths were tangled, and I ruffled his shirt, my hand falling on his belt. "Ayan, I..."