Chapter 39

I couldn’t deny it – I still craved a family.

I came across a theory a long time ago. It said that the more someone lacked something, the more they would want to show that they didn’t care for it at all, when the truth was that deep down inside, they craved it more than anyone.

Similarly, I had never had a complete family that truly belonged to me, but after these few years in Boston, thanks to Yan Yang, I had finally experienced it.

So I had suddenly returned on this night for no reason other than to seize back my lover and my home.

I felt like Yan Yang’s parents had stolen Yan Yang away from me. I couldn’t accept this.

Just picturing their family of three warmly enjoying each other’s company made me jealous and infuriated.

I was still that wild animal who could lose his rationality at any given moment. The moment the tamer, Yan Yang, was not by my side, I instantly went feral.

When I entered the bedroom, Yan Yang had not fallen asleep yet. He was surprised to see me.

“Ge?”

I made a ‘shh’ gesture, before embracing him, kissing him, touching him, and entering him.

He didn’t resist at all, and didn’t raise any questions about my sudden appearance either. He simply took me in obediently, just like each and every time he had before.

We made love in the room, just like we had before on the narrow single beds of the top and bottom bunks in the bedroom we had grown up in.

I liked this feeling. Half our lives had been spent with each other. We had barely been in our teens when we first began to see each other in all our nakedness. We were the ones who were closest to each other, far closer than those two people next door would ever be to us.

There were countless secrets between Yan Yang and me, unbeknownst to his parents.

They would never know how much Yan Yang loved me. How alluring Yan Yang looked beneath me, his breaths hurried.

Their pure little son did everything he could to please me. I had let him touch the sky, and also let him dive to the bottom of the ocean. His most romantic and joyous experiences had all been given to him by me.

He was mine.

That night, I was particularly daring. I wished Yan Yang would simply moan out loud for the adjacent room to hear.

I was starting to become hostile towards them again.

I had actually always had the feeling that Yan Yang’s dad had long since realised something was off. He just didn’t dare to believe it.

The next morning, I came out of Yan Yang’s room, wearing the same model of sleepwear as Yan Yang. When they saw me, they simply froze.

I greeted, “Morning. Yang Yang is still sleeping.”

Yan Yang’s mum came to her senses first. She looked at me in surprise as she said, “When did you come back? Why didn’t you let us know first? Didn’t you say you’d only be back in a few days?”

“Work wrapped up faster than expected, so I came back earlier.”

Before walking out of the bedroom, I had thought that upon seeing him, I wouldn’t be able to control my feelings of abhorrence and would let slip some strange words or do something out of the norm. But I didn’t. This came as a surprise to me. I was extremely calm, just like how I had been in his home when I was young.

I took the cup of warm water Yan Yang’s mother passed to me. She caught sight of the ring on my ring finger.

I had deliberately put it on before coming out.

She asked, “Yan Xuan, did you get a girlfriend?”

When she asked this question, at the same time, Yan Yang walked out of the bedroom yawning. He seemed very muddle-headed, waving as he said, “Dad, Mum, Ge, good morning.”

He stretched his arms. The hickies on his neck were clear as day.

I had intentionally left them there.

In the past, I had always felt that Yan Yang was the one who ignited the hatred within me. But when it really came down to it, this hatred was all because of his father.

I had already made up my mind to let him off the hook, but he just had to come to Boston.

When I realised that the person who had ruined my family back then was very likely going to shatter my home again, I knew I had to make the first move to gain the upper hand – and my method was to leave a few paltry clues around for him to slowly uncover this shocking secret.

His precious son had long since not belonged to him anymore.

He was mine.

After greeting us, Yan Yang left to take a shower. I turned back to look at his parents, attempting to read their expressions.

As expected, his dad coldly asked me, “Why did you suddenly come back in the middle of the night?”

“I wanted to come back, so I did,” I replied, “This house is mine.”

I shot him a smile, then took a sip of water before putting the cup down, “I was too tired last night. I’m going to sleep a bit more.”