Chapter 57: Taking It

Under Wang Yan's suppression, the class had always been harmonious, and the overall cohesion was relatively strong.

Naturally, the relationships between classmates were closer.

So this final carnival, except for a few who really couldn't drink, basically everyone was out of it.

When Wang Yan came out, the atmosphere was exceptionally quiet.

Those who were drunk and those who weren't were all staring fixedly at a small color television hanging on the wall, which looked small by today's standards.

Beijing time 23:00, following the voice of that foreigner with a unique accent, Samaranch, saying "Beijing."

The classmates boiled over, the late-returning diners outside boiled over, and China boiled over.

China, which had suffered a century of humiliation, and the Chinese people, who had been insulted by imperialist powers as the "Sick Man of East Asia," finally realized their long-cherished wish today, proving their strength in front of the whole world.

People cheered loudly, celebrating the turning of a new page in history.

Being in the midst of it, Wang Yan was inevitably infected, and after messing around with his classmates for a while, this energy finally passed.

The excitement was temporary, and as the leader, Wang Yan had to take good care of this group of people.

Those who lived close and weren't drunk took those who were drunk home. For those who lived far away, Wang Yan called cars and sent them all back.

Zhao Ye drank himself into a stupor, both painfully and happily, and was sent back by someone who lived nearby.

Chen Xun and Qiao Ran raised their glasses to drown their sorrows and left, supporting each other.

In the end, only Fang Hui, Lin Jiamu, and Wang Yan were left.

They hadn't drunk little either, and were basically about the same.

"Let's go, I'll send you two back."

Fang Hui said hesitantly: "I... we..."

"Oh my, let me say it, we want... we want..." Seeing Fang Hui dawdling, Lin Jiamu took over, but when the words reached her lips, she couldn't say them either.

"It's quite late, we already agreed with our parents that we won't go back today," Fang Hui said on the side.

Wang Yan looked at the two: "Alright, then go to my place. Let's go."

After finishing, ignoring the two who were winking at each other, Wang Yan turned and walked ahead, swaying.

Fang Hui and Lin Jiamu had come often, so there were their toiletries at home.

The three washed up and lay down on the big bed Wang Yan had changed to after moving.

In the darkness, no one spoke; only the cicadas outside the window were chirping.

Wang Yan put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.

Fang Hui and Lin Jiamu lay on either side of Wang Yan, eyes open, looking at the ceiling, not knowing what they were thinking.

After a long time, Fang Hui suddenly opened her mouth: "Wang Yan?"

"Hmm?"

"Will you be good to me? For a lifetime."

"Hmm."

Lin Jiamu on the side said: "What about me, what about me?"

"The same."

"Let's be together?" Saying this sentence, Fang Hui really used a lot of courage; she didn't even know how she said it.

"Us?"

Lin Jiamu said affirmatively: "Us."

These two years, they could be considered to have found unity in struggle; they had also secretly talked about these things in private.

It was fine at first, but as time went on, their feelings for Wang Yan grew deeper, and they couldn't let go. Now, neither wanted to let go.

As for how the two talked in private, it was unknown, and it didn't matter.

In the darkness, Wang Yan had a smile on his lips: "Not drunk?"

"Very clear-headed," the two answered in unison.

One on each side, they hugged Wang Yan tightly.

In fact, for these two years, Wang Yan had been silently guiding them. Let them adapt to each other, get used to each other.

On this basis, as long as one of them could figure it out and accept it, there would be no problem.

After all, Wang Yan was also a first-timer, without any experience; according to his thoughts, he had to do something, had to go through life and death, before the two girls could figure it out.

Things had reached this point, and he, Wang Mou, wasn't a good person either, so why bother with all that useless stuff?

Deceiving little girls, the means might be despicable, but he, Wang Mou, indeed had the ability to make them both happy, including happiness.

Pulling his hands from behind his head, he hugged them both in his arms.

Since it had reached this point, there was no need to rush; there was plenty of time to develop slowly.

Moreover, this was an old house with some years, and the soundproofing was relatively poor. The elderly couple living downstairs slept lightly, so Wang Yan couldn't make too much noise.

After comforting them for a while, Wang Yan turned over and wanted to turn on the light.

Fang Hui quickly stopped him: "Don't turn on the light."

Wang Yan stopped his movement: "Alright, I won't."

Regardless of whether they were still shy or not, Wang Yan felt his way in the dark, hugged them separately, and went to the restroom to rinse off; they had worked up a sweat from the heat, plus that and that, so it wasn't very comfortable.

He found another set of clean sheets and quilt covers and changed them; only then was the matter finished.

For a bath towel, Wang Yan walked to the window with his upper body bare and lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag, "Hiss... hoo..."

Fang Hui and Lin Jiamu, looking at the face reflected by the moonlight at the window, flickering with the cigarette, couldn't help but be infatuated.

Regret it?

No regrets!

Fang Hui's memories were intertwined, and her vision blurred, as if she had returned to that night when the power was cut.

Lin Jiamu didn't have such poetic memories; she was straightforward—just looking at Wang Yan's strong body and grinning foolishly.

Fang Hui couldn't stand Lin Jiamu's silly grin and pulled her out of her fantasy.

Lin Jiamu, who was thinking happily, was interrupted and naturally wasn't happy; she wanted to fight Fang Hui to the death despite the discomfort in her body.

Finally, taking a drag of the cigarette, he snuffed it out in the ashtray on the windowsill.

Wang Yan lay on the bed, stopping the two who were messing around, hugging one on each side: "Go to sleep, it doesn't hurt anymore, right?"

The two reacted, extremely shy, and regardless of whether it was hot or not, they covered themselves with the quilt.

With the effect of alcohol, and the fact that they were exhausted from just now, they fell asleep shortly after being hugged by Wang Yan.

Looking at the girls sleeping soundly on both sides, Wang Yan didn't know when he fell asleep either.

The next morning, early morning.

A gentle breeze blew in through the window.

Wang Yan, who was used to getting up early, opened his eyes on time.

Looking left and right, since none of the three were wearing clothes, the scene was still quite...

The sleeping postures of Fang Hui and Lin Jiamu weren't very synchronized with the personalities they showed.

Lin Jiamu was like an octopus, curled up in Wang Yan's arms.

Fang Hui was just resting her head beside Wang Yan, hugging an arm, much better than Lin Jiamu.

A day's plan starts in the morning, right? It was somewhat...

Taking two deep breaths, Wang Yan carefully pulled his arm from Fang Hui's hand and moved Lin Jiamu's hands and legs away.

The two were indeed exhausted and showed no signs of waking up at all.

Gently getting out of bed, he got dressed.

Wang Yan went out for his daily morning run, bought breakfast downstairs, put it in the room, and climbed to the top floor to practice boxing in a mess facing the morning sun.

After the morning exercise, Wang Yan went back to take a shower; only then were Fang Hui and Lin Jiamu woken up by Wang Yan's movements.

Lin Jiamu stretched a big stretch, feeling the pain on her body, and turned her head to look at Fang Hui.

And Fang Hui was also looking at her; the two stared at each other, thinking about what happened yesterday.

"This time we are sisters," Lin Jiamu said with a grin.

Fang Hui gave her a white eye and didn't pay attention to her.

Just then, Wang Yan came out of the restroom.

Feeling the coolness on her body, Fang Hui quickly covered herself with the quilt, looking at Wang Yan with a flushed face.

Lin Jiamu mocked with a "Tsk," stood on the bed, and even spun around with Wang Yan.

It was just that her flushed face betrayed the toughness she was pretending to have.

Wang Yan smiled, kissed Lin Jiamu, and patted her butt: "Alright, hurry up and get dressed, your face is like a monkey's butt."

Lin Jiamu's body stiffened from Wang Yan's pat, and hearing his words, she quickly dived into the quilt with an "Ah."

Wang Yan smiled, leaned over, and kissed Fang Hui: "Alright, alright, you two get up and eat."

Turning around, he went out very consciously.

To say they were both quite good, it was just that they were a bit thin, a bit dry, and didn't have much feel.

Wang Yan tidied up the dining table outside and sat there eating breakfast with great relish.

In no time, the two girls came out with flushed faces and sat there eating silently.

The change in identity was too fast to adapt to for a moment; Wang Yan understood.

After breakfast, he didn't let them move, and Wang Yan tidied up the bowls and chopsticks.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Still a bit painful," after a silence, Fang Hui answered softly.

Lin Jiamu had opened up and didn't care anymore, saying loudly: "It's okay."

"Then rest for a day, don't go anywhere today."

"Alright," the two didn't object.

Now, as long as they were with Wang Yan, they were both happy.

Wang Yan didn't do anything all day, just chatted with them, and spent the whole day saying sweet words with his shameless face.

At noon, Wang Yan cooked, making some things to nourish the blood and replenish energy, to help them recover well.

It wasn't realistic to never go home; in the evening, Wang Yan sent the reluctant two girls home.

The next day, the two girls made an appointment and arrived at Wang Yan's place on time.

Having rested for a night, they were basically fine.

Wang Yan wasn't in a hurry and let them rest for another two days.

"Shall we go out for a stroll?"

"Alright," the two, each hugging an arm, strolled out.

It was just that when they saw people, they still quickly let go of Wang Yan, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

The three of them chatted and laughed, strolling all the way to a hutong by the side of Beihai.

In front of a house, Wang Yan stopped.

Fang Hui and Lin Jiamu saw Wang Yan stop and looked at him in confusion.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Yan smiled slightly without speaking.

Putting his left hand in his pocket, he took out a key from the space and opened the locked gate.

The two girls were stunned by Wang Yan's actions, their mouths wide open, looking at Wang Yan pushing open the gate in disbelief.

Wang Yan walked into the gate and turned back to greet them: "What are you stunned for? Come in!"

"Ah? Oh." The two looked at each other and followed Wang Yan inside.

"Take a look around, we'll live here from now on."

"What? Live here?" Lin Jiamu shouted.

This place wasn't cheap; don't even think about it without a few million.

"Where did you get the money? You wouldn't..." Fang Hui trembled, asking in disbelief. She was scared; what if something happened to Wang Yan? What would she do?

Wang Yan was just an orphan; they knew about the old house he lived in, so where did this big courtyard suddenly come from?

Apart from some illegal activities, Fang Hui really couldn't think of where Wang Yan got so much money.

Lin Jiamu on the side was also very worried, looking at Wang Yan nervously.

"Where are your thoughts wandering, you two? It's like this..."

Subsequently, Wang Yan briefly told them about the past two years and took out various certificates and bank cards.

With spit flying everywhere, it took a lot of effort to finally make them believe.

"So, you are a millionaire?" Fang Hui asked blankly.

"About that."

At this moment, Lin Jiamu let out an "Ah" scream, hanging on Wang Yan, biting and hugging him.

"Can we buy lots of delicious food?"

"Yes."

"Can we buy lots and lots of beautiful clothes?"

"Yes."

Lin Jiamu hung on Wang Yan for a long time, couldn't think of anything else she needed, gave Wang Yan a kiss, and left him to run around the courtyard shouting.

Wang Yan shook his head and rubbed Fang Hui's head: "Don't think too much, these are nothing."

"Fang Hui, come and see."

"Go ahead, take a good look, look at our home."

Fang Hui smiled, nodded affectionately: "Alright, our home."

Turning around, she went to stroll with Lin Jiamu.

They hadn't been in contact with society much, and their concept of money wasn't very clear, which was quite good.

This was a two-entry house, and it was quite well-preserved.

After Wang Yan bought it, he renovated it according to a modern style. It had been tidied up for more than half a year, and it was only just finished a while ago.

This thing wasn't like the big bungalow he lived in when he was a child; it felt a bit different.

Overall, Wang Yan was very satisfied.

It was just that there were no old neighbors he knew here, so he couldn't find anyone to brag or chat with; otherwise, he would have gotten into the feeling of carrying a birdcage.

Wang Yan found the two who were chattering away: "There are still quite a few things missing; see what you want to buy."

"We'll go get them in a while."

"Alright." The two girls happily looked at each room, studying how to decorate it to look good.

Wang Yan listened for a while and gave up; the key to what they were saying was just "good-looking," completely ignoring everything else.

Forget it, let them toss around.

Shopping all over the street for the house's decoration, Fang Hui and Lin Jiamu didn't look like they were physically unwell at all.

Pulling Wang Yan to ask this and that, the key was that he couldn't say anything.

If it were really according to his wishes, it would be too clean, but it clearly didn't meet their requirements.

Wang Yan could only answer in a way that didn't make them think he was unhappy.

The things they bought were colorful and green; Wang Yan looked at them with a head full of black lines.

He could only comfort himself with "it will be better later."

Days passed, and the house changed every day.

It was just that Wang Yan found it really annoying to watch, so he could only punish the two little demons who were addicted to the taste every day.

Zhao Ye was also shocked by Wang Yan's big house. His family conditions weren't good, and his understanding of money was deeper.

He occasionally came over to help, and now he was liberated; whether he let go or not wasn't for him to worry about.

After a full half a month of messing around, the two girls were initially satisfied, saying they would add things later if they had nothing to do.

With their daughters not going home all day, messing around with Wang Yan, and even staying out overnight multiple times, their parents naturally understood everything.

With Wang Yan's experience, his age wasn't much different from the two girls' parents, but he was studying their daughters, so he was in the wrong.

Regarding the three of them, he didn't want to drag it out; after all, there would be a day when it was discovered, so it was better to solve it early.

He didn't do useless things and directly took the two girls to explain to each family.

Hearing that their daughters were so unruly and the Wang kid was even worse, their moods can be imagined.

It was just that Lin Jiamu's father wasn't stopped by Lin Jiamu and kicked Wang Yan a few times to vent his anger.

And Fang Hui's father, perhaps feeling he owed his daughter, although he wished he could kill Wang Yan, finally sighed and followed his daughter's wishes.

To put their hearts at ease, Wang Yan took them to the house, and the two families had a meal together.

The atmosphere during the meal was quite awkward; if looks could kill, Wang Yan would have turned to ash eight times over.

Although it was a bit awkward, there was no more trouble.

Their daughters were determined to be with him, and no matter what they said, it was useless; the raw rice was already cooked. Besides, he was good in every aspect, so they had to pinch their noses and accept it.

This was finally settled, and everyone was at ease.

Fang Hui and Lin Jiamu also moved in logically, starting their own little lives. ===== CHAPTER 58 =====