“How… it’s you?”
Lin Yuhan opened the door and froze.
Outside.
Dongfang Wan was holding a huge bouquet of vibrant roses, his eyes full of deep affection as they fixed on him.
He was dressed formally—Lin Yuhan swore that even when they were dating passionately, Dongfang Wan had never looked this put-together.
“…What are you doing here?”
Lin Yuhan blocked the doorway, his tone cold.
Dongfang Wan’s gaze lingered on him tenderly, but his eyes swept the room in passing.
“Of course, I came to see you. I’ve already handled all the company matters. Why didn’t you tell me you were being bullied at the company? I’ve been working hard recently, and Uncle finally gave me some real authority. Those who bullied you—I’ve already fired them.”
???
Lin Yuhan was dumbfounded.
Fired everyone?
He hesitated, uncertain if Dongfang Wan was joking. “Are you serious?”
Seeing Lin Yuhan’s expression, Dongfang Wan felt a hint of satisfaction.
“I’m serious. How dare they say those things to my treasure—you. I didn’t have the ability before, but now I do. I can take care of them for you.”
Surely, Lin Yuhan would be moved, right?
Dongfang Wan suppressed the sneer forming in his mind, speaking with a mixture of warmth and authority.
“You didn’t have the ability before?”
Lin Yuhan caught the subtle emphasis immediately. His emotions tangled.
Well… if this had happened when he had been struggling at Dongfang Group, he might have been overwhelmingly touched.
But now? He wasn’t the love-struck fool he used to be.
Those people, frankly, were just unhappy with him as a newcomer—they hadn’t caused any real harm. And some of them were even long-time employees! Dongfang Wan just fired them all?
It was… awkward.
Lin Yuhan’s expression twisted.
Anyway, he felt something off, even slightly annoyed at Dongfang Wan’s approach.
He took a deep breath, forcing out a reply:
“Actually, Mr. Wan, we’ve already broken up. You don’t need to do this, really.”
And the roses? Also awkward.
Back when they were dating, he had allowed himself a little fantasy, thinking Dongfang Wan’s overly sentimental gestures were unnecessary. Now? He didn’t care at all.
“We haven’t broken up.”
Dongfang Wan noticed he remained unmoved. His heart tensed slightly.
Fortunately, he had prepared thoroughly before coming.
“You were just saying that in anger,” Dongfang Wan said earnestly. “I never agreed to break up. I know you were mad at me, but I’ve always been by your side, waiting for you to calm down.”
He smiled bitterly.
“Maybe your roommate didn’t tell you, but I’ve been quietly keeping an eye on you for a long time. I was even reported as a stalker. I didn’t tell you because I wanted to wait until you calmed down, so we could reconcile, and then I’d explain.”
His smile turned more bitter.
“I didn’t expect that, after waiting so long by your side, you still haven’t cooled off. Meanwhile, my Uncle gave me a lot of challenges, and I thought, for our future, I’d handle his matters first, then deal with those who bullied you, and finally come back to you.”
He held out the roses, half-opening his arms.
“Though it’s a bit late, I still want to say: Baby, I’m sorry. Have I kept you waiting?”
Holy crap!
This man was shameless.
Tang Chen peeked from behind the sofa, rolling his eyes so hard they nearly popped out.
The implication was clear: Lin Yuhan’s feelings didn’t matter—he was just being unreasonable.
It was absurd.
Lin Yuhan had clearly broken up with him, yet Dongfang Wan reversed it, claiming he’d been busy working, sacrificing himself for their future, and now even bragging about punishing the bullies.
Tang Chen wanted to jump out and yell at Lin Yuhan to ignore him.
But he was scared.
He gripped the sofa, struggling internally.
What if Lin Yuhan reacted like his old friend and blamed him for everything in the end…
QUQ!
He was just a normal, slightly socially anxious guy! He didn’t have the courage of a Liang Jingru QAQ.
His nails dug into the sofa leg, leaving marks as his eyes stayed fixed on the door.
“…I wasn’t waiting.”
After a long pause, Lin Yuhan finally spoke.
Dongfang Wan’s eyes lit up with a hint of pride.
He stepped forward to hug Lin Yuhan—but in the next instant, Lin Yuhan slammed the door in his face.
“Daytime dreams, huh? We’ve broken up! I don’t care what you did—I’m not waiting anymore. We’re done, understand?”
His voice came from behind the door, the last words laced with disgust.
“If you still don’t get it, I suggest you go talk to your mom. I think anyone with a brain could understand what I just said.”
“You—!”
Dongfang Wan’s forehead flushed from the door slam. His mind buzzed.
He wanted to say something, but his thoughts immediately returned to the intel Uncle had gathered.
Yin Chen clearly cared about Lin Yuhan. He had spent so much money and given so many gifts. He must have feelings!
If he could make Lin Yuhan obedient again, Yin Corporation’s decisions would be effortless.
Dongfang Wan leaned against the doorframe, calculating his next move.
He could not leave empty-handed today!
“…Are you okay?”
Tang Chen, relieved and worried, handed Lin Yuhan a bottle of cola.
“Drink some water to calm down!”
“Thanks, I’m fine.”
Lin Yuhan gulped down half the bottle without hesitation.
No need to calm down, but venting the anger was necessary!
Finally, he hiccuped heavily.
“Sorry, I was supposed to help you pack, but he made a scene and wasted so much time.”
Lin Yuhan sighed.
Tang Chen waved his hand.
“That’s nothing! Your problem is the big one!”
He stared at Lin Yuhan a while, then cautiously asked,
“Did you really break up with him?”
That Mr. Wan… seemed like some rich heir?
He seemed quite popular.
“Hmph, do you need a rich brat around for the holidays? Haven’t you always been curious about my hand?”
Lin Yuhan shook his still-healing wrist, his tone icy.
“He’s the one who broke my hand. Surprised?”
“Eek—!”
Tang Chen drew in a sharp breath.
“A…abusive guy?”
Too scary! Luckily Lin Yuhan had rejected that scumbag!
“Yes! A domestic abuser!”
Lin Yuhan yelled as if he had a megaphone.
“And he still dares to act so boldly, pretending I’m waiting for him?!”
Tang Chen thought, he must be delusional.
Such a scumbag, talking about being busy with work while ignoring the fact he physically harmed someone—disgusting!
Lin Yuhan’s simmering anger reignited.
Exactly!
Damn it!
Scumbag!
He cursed while gulping down the remaining cola.
Tang Chen joined in, grabbing another bottle to drink as he cursed.
When Zong Cheng arrived, having been stuck in traffic for two hours, he was faced with a locked door.
Inside, yelling could clearly be heard.
Zong Cheng: …
So, what happened in the past two hours?
He took a deep breath, about to use the spare key Tang Chen gave him.
The resident peeked out, initially angry, but upon seeing Zong Cheng’s imposing figure, shrank.
Still, he whispered:
“Hey, bro… you live here? Can you control these people? My kid’s little and shouldn’t hear such words…”
Zong Cheng: ???
So what on earth did they say in those two hours?
When he opened the door with the spare key, a stream of curses hit him.
“Dongfang Wan is a piece of trash! I know! When I called, there was a little demon waiting for him to finish bathing, and you could tell from the voice it’s bad news!”
That was Lin Yuhan.
“What? Male or female?”
Tang Chen exclaimed.
“Male! Dongfang Wan’s no good, and he said we haven’t broken up, even though he’s slept with someone else. Does he think I’m a fool?!”
Lin Yuhan hiccuped.
Tang Chen slammed the table.
“He’s trash! Breaking up was right, perfect, and well done!”
…
Zong Cheng stood at the door, reluctant to go in.
He even thought of calling the police to detain these two drunks.
At that moment, Lin Yuhan suddenly shouted:
“Luckily my virginity is intact! I’m still clean! He hasn’t… polluted me! Yes! I did it! Well done!”
Zong Cheng immediately slammed the door behind him.
The neighbor, stunned, quickly closed their own door.
Phew, better to go soothe his little treasure to sleep than deal with this at night!
He strode into the living room, noticing the bottles beside them.
Frowning, he saw they were labeled as cola.
Could this even get someone drunk?
He sniffed the bottle.
It wasn’t pure cola—it had a faint alcohol smell.
He tasted a bit.
At most 5% alcohol.
He glanced at the two passed-out “drunks” on the sofa.
Zong Cheng couldn’t believe it.
???
5% alcohol and they’re knocked out?
Really?