Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me - Chapter 49.1

Where’s my wife

“Who wants to sleep with you, no…… Who the fuck is your future boyfriend?!”

Song Yan was at the end of his patience. He dragged Xia Zhiye’s collar, tossing the other out of the room. Then with a bang, shut the door.

Xia Zhiye stood outside the door and couldn’t help laughing: “You really aren’t sleeping with me?”

Song Yan stood inside the door cold heartedly: “You can try it if you want to die.”

The other hadn’t been successfully chased and he had already first come to a day where he had to sleep on the sofa. This could also be seen as him trying out married life first.

Thinking this, Xia Zhiye’s mood improved, and he lazily replied: “Then you should at least give me a blanket?”

He just spoke when an extra blanket flew out of the door that was just opened. Without even waiting for Xia Zhiye to clearly see the face of the person who threw the blanket, the door once again closed shut.

But there was no need to see. Xia Zhiye also knew that that face was definitely both angry and shy right now, and extremely super cute.

Although the other was a bit fierce, he was still very cute.

Anyway, his future boyfriend was the number one cutest person in the world.

Xia Zhiye laid on the sofa with great satisfaction, his hand behind the back of his head in lieu of a pillow, while the other hand held the photo taken at the amusement park. The more he looked, the deeper the smile on grew his lips.

While staring, it was as if he thought of something. He sat up, then pulled out a photo album that already had the year written on it from the bottom-most drawer in the coffee table. He carefully placed the photo into an empty plastic sleeve, and only then did he reverently and seriously return the photo album to its original position, then locked the drawer.

And when he shut the photo album, the hanging lamp above him warmly illuminated the clumsy and immature handwriting on the cover of the album — — Xiaxia’s Little Family.

The beginning pages contained photos of him and his parents.

And later, he hoped it would be filled with photos of him and Song Yan.

After the door was locked from the inside, Song Yan laid on the bed, blankly staring at the ceiling, suddenly feeling that he was a bit unreasonable.

The room was Xia Zhiye’s room, the bed was Xia Zhiye’s bed, why did he chase the other out? As if he was a turtledove occupying the magpie’s nest1, so unreasonable.

Although his temper had always been very poor, and he was not someone who was sensible, he still at least had the most fundamental level of self discipline. He would never have himself be in the wrong, nor would he ever let himself owe anyone, not to mention having himself make trouble for no reason.

But ever since he met Xia Zhiye, he always couldn’t stop himself from getting angry and showing off his temper.

As if the hidden meaning was that he himself thought he could casually lose his temper in front of Xia Zhiye, because no matter who was right or wrong, Xia Zhiye would coax him first every single time.

Once he thought of Xia Zhiye’s habit of sloppily hooking his arm around his neck, while lazily saying ‘our Yan ge’, ‘Song Daxi’, ‘little friend Song Yan’ right beside his ear, Song Yan felt his ear burn a bit.

He could only turn to the side with his back facing the door, then cover himself with the blanket, preparing to sleep, as if he would no longer be affected by Xia Zhiye outside the door.

But it seems he could sleep at all.

He couldn’t sleep alone while in a closed, dark room, so he would usually sleep with the lights on. The light passed through his eyelids and shone a slightly dark red layer of light into his iris, and no matter what he did, he couldn’t sleep.

Only then did Song Yan remember that he hadn’t taken his sleep aid tonight.

Or that is to say, only then did he realize he hadn’t taken his sleep aid in a long time.

He didn’t know when it started, but it seems he grew used to sleeping with Xia Zhiye in the same room, and also grew used to being easily coaxed to sleep when the other was with him in a dark place.

Clearly, he had always slept alone in the past ten years, how is it that in a short period of two or three months, it was as if he had formed a habit that he couldn’t quit.

And once he thought of Xia Zhiye, he couldn’t help but imagine the other’s silhouette in his mind’s eye, standing amidst the clamorous crowd, accompanied by the glorious, blossoming fireworks in the background, lowering his head to look down, saying ‘Song Yan, I like you’.

At that moment, the innumerable crowd in his eyes disappeared, the glamorous, dazzling fireworks disappeared, only leaving behind that young man with eyes that carried laughter and his accompanying warmth and love.

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t moved.

Or that is to say, before Xia Zhiye confessed to him, he was already moved.

So moved to the point that he couldn’t help but seriously ask the doctor in the hospital whether or not he had some heart disease.

But the emotions of youth were really too superficial. It didn’t stand for anything, nor could it promise anything.

It wasn’t that Song Yan didn’t believe in Xia Zhiye, it was that he didn’t trust himself.

He didn’t believe in his own ability to handle these emotions, and also didn’t believe he could afford the unknown consequences caused by the feelings between teenagers.

He felt that this may only be emotions that arose from their youthful hormones, or perhaps it was the habitual dependence that arose after spending all their time together for a long period of time. All in all, it wasn’t necessarily true ‘like’.

After all, what if Xia Zhiye was just a hot head.

Thinking this, it was as if Song Yan suddenly settled on a thought, and pulled out his phone to send Xia Zhiye a WeChat message.

[YAN]: Let’s have minimal contact for 21 days, starting tomorrow.

[Wild]: ?

[YAN]: Just that we’ll each go our own ways when we go and come back from school. We’ll also go our own ways when eating and going to the bathroom. If you can live at home then live at home. Even if we’re in the dorm together, we won’t speak to each other unless it’s important, and if we’re not together, then let’s also not send each other WeChat messages unless it’s important.

[Wild]: ??

[YAN]: Time is the only criteria for testing the truth, as 21 days is the period of time human beings need to form habits.

[Wild]: ……

Xia Zhiye laid on the sofa outside the room, staring at the long list of requirements that Song Yan sent. His fingers tapped lightly against the screen twice, he pondered over this for a moment, as if he understood what Song Yan meant, then couldn’t help raising the corner of his mouth with a light chuckle.

Why was classmate Song Yan so wise and knowledgeable when helping out his fellow classmates study for exams, yet when managing his own emotional relationships, he was as childish as a young primary school brat.

Probably because there were some things that a teacher could teach, but there were other things that no one told Song Yan how to face, for example, lovers and the ability to be loved.

This wasn’t Song Yan’s fault, just that his future boyfriend needed help in resolving this predicament.

So Xia Zhiye replied with one word: [Okay]

?

Song Yan, who was originally prepared to have an argument with Xia Zhiye, was caught off guard by the word ‘Okay’, and was dazed for a moment.

When did Xia Zhiye become so respectful?

Song Yan once again replied with a sentence: [Then tomorrow I’ll return to the dorms, you can just stay at home]

Xia Zhiye replied just as quickly as before: [Okay]

Song Yan: “……”

He was clearly supposed to have let out a sigh of relief seeing as his plan was pulled off smoothly, but he inexplicably felt a bit uncomfortable at heart, as if he was vaguely disappointed.

But seeing as the other said ‘okay’, after tomorrow, he no longer had to see a certain someone swaying about in front of him while flirting, which was amazing news.

Song Yan tugged on the blanket and covered his head, no longer replying.

But because it had been a long time since he had slept alone in a room, he didn’t sleep well that night. He would always wake up out of a nightmare, and slept intermittently, so frightened his body was covered in a cold sweat.

He originally should have slept until noon on the weekends, yet was startled awake quite early, and couldn’t go back to sleep again.

When he got out of bed, he discovered no trace of Xia Zhiye inside nor outside of the room. Instead, a lone serving of breakfast was left on the table, and there wasn’t even a note to accompany it.

Where did that person go so early in the day?

Song Yan thought this as he sat at the table while mixing the plain porridge in the bowl several times. He thought it was a bit tasteless, so he reached out to pick up a tea egg, and only then realized that the tea egg had a shell today.

After he realized this problem, Song Yan paused slightly, then reacted. The tea egg originally has a shell, it’s just that in the past, Xia Zhiye would unflinchingly peel it for him and place it in his hand.

Song Yan: “……”

It was bright and early in the morning and he once again thought of a certain person. It really was like the other’s influence still lingered on.

Also, wasn’t it just a tea egg, it wasn’t as if he didn’t know how to peel it.

But unfortunately, the shell of the tea egg had been cracked this way and that, and all the tiny shards stuck to the surface of the egg. It was difficult to peel, and after peeling it for awhile, not only was he unable to peel it well, he had even gotten the tea marinade all over his hands, sticking to his fingers and suffusing it with the scent of tea.

Eldest master Song finally ran out of patience and he tossed the tea egg aside. He wanted to send Xia Zhiye a WeChat asking the other where he went so early in the morning, but once he picked up his phone and opened up WeChat, he saw that Xia Zhiye’s profile picture had been changed to a photo with a white background and black text.

The white background was just an ordinary white background, and the black text was also just ordinary black text. It was just the large number ‘21’.

“……”

Thinking that he sent out ‘If we’re not together, then let’s also not send each other WeChat messages unless it’s important’ himself, Song Yan shut his phone down severely.

It’s just 21 days.

An insignificant 21 days. Could he not live if he didn’t have Xia Zhiye?

Thinking this, he used the plastic bag to cover up the tea egg, then, while imagining it was Xia Zhiye’s head, he ruthlessly smacked it against the table. Then he picked out the disintegrated egg from its nearly crushed shell, and ate it with a cold, murderous face.

Meanwhile Xia Zhiye, who was at the pharmacy helping Song Yan pick up pain alleviating patches, suddenly and inexplicably shivered.

This was a sacred treatment area, where did this murderous aura come from?

With great difficulty, Xia Zhiye grabbed the last tube of ointment of NanWu’s secret recipe from a large group of old uncles and aunts. When he finally returned home, he found the house empty.

The blanket was folded neatly, but the person who was originally lying under the blanket was gone.

Where was his future boyfriend?

Xia Zhiye looked at the time. It wasn’t even ten in the morning, why did Song Yan wake up so early today?

Xia Zhiye, who was used to Song Yan crazily catching up on sleep on the weekends, tapped against his phone twice, then realized that Song Yan definitely didn’t sleep well because he slept alone, and had insomnia again.

It was all his fault, he shouldn’t have insisted on being so shameless last night.

Thinking this, he opened up WeChat.

[Wild]: [Kitty poking its head out / Where’s my wife?.gif]

.

TN: first of three parts! trying to speed up releases but long chapters intimidate me ><

1. Seizing another person’s home for oneself