After Marrying the Top Alpha of a Wealthy Family, I Am Spoiled Rotten Chapter 87

The window was wide open, and the lush greenery swayed outside.

"Have you made up your mind?" Lin Chuanwu asked.

"Yeah."

"Then tell me again." Lin Chuanwu gave Wen Yan a hard kiss on the face, then stared into his eyes.

Wen Yan felt a bit embarrassed, "Chuanwu, I want to be with you."

After saying that, Lin Chuanwu captured his lips.

During their first kiss, Lin Chuanwu only nibbled on Wen Yan's lips, but this time he pried them open, his tongue invading Wen Yan's mouth. Having been married for years, Wen Yan was already used to such kisses. But now, his inexperienced mouth felt very raw, unable to respond, even tightening around Lin Chuanwu's tongue.

Lin Chuanwu held his jaw, making him open his mouth wider, his tongue delving deeper...

Lin Chuanwu felt Wen Yan's body soften from stiffness as he kissed him, carrying him upstairs. Wen Yan, dazed from the kiss, was placed on the bed. Lin Chuanwu admired him, feeling that life had finally been kind to him. Just knowing Wen Yan made up for all the bad times, and Wen Yan indulged him, loving him dearly, making him feel incredibly lucky. Overcome with emotion, Lin Chuanwu bit Wen Yan's pale cheek.

"Chuanwu..." Wen Yan started to touch his head again.

Sometimes Lin Chuanwu felt like his head was akin to Wen Yan's comfort object. Every night before sleeping, Wen Yan would touch it, but as he grew older, Lin Chuanwu stopped him because it would arouse him.

Just like now.

Lin Chuanwu felt his scalp become a place that could ignite desire because of Wen Yan.

Lin Chuanwu held his hand, forbidding him from touching it anymore.

Wen Yan's eyes widened, a bit scared and embarrassed, his dark lashes trembling. Lin Chuanwu loved seeing him like this.

"Are you really sure?" Lin Chuanwu asked him again.

Wen Yan trembled slightly, smiling.

"Yeah."

They kissed passionately while undressing.

Wen Yan's face turned pale, cold sweat breaking out.

Lin Chuanwu didn't expect Wen Yan to be in so much pain. During their first time, he was in heat, like a beast, unable to consider his partner's feelings. But now, he was clear-headed and didn't want Wen Yan to feel any discomfort in this intimate moment.

Lin Chuanwu stopped, supporting Wen Yan's back, lifting him slightly, kissing him to help him relax.

As they kissed, a few silver threads formed, Lin Chuanwu's breath hot, "Feeling better?"

Wen Yan's face regained some color, "…Yeah."

They continued.

The color that had just returned to Wen Yan's face faded again, and he gripped the sheets tightly, sweating profusely.

They paused.

"Chuanwu... it's okay, I can handle it," Wen Yan said, holding his face.

Lin Chuanwu thought that stopping was more torturous, so he decided to go all the way, veins bulging on his hand and temple.

But unexpectedly, it only lasted a few seconds.

Lin Chuanwu was thunderstruck, utterly incredulous.

Wen Yan endured the intense discomfort, holding Lin Chuanwu's head, softly comforting him.

"It's okay, it's okay, Chuanwu..."

They tried again.

Finally, they reached a normal level of performance.

Wen Yan's face went from pale to flushed, his eyes completely unfocused, gripping the sheets tightly...

"Chuanwu..." Wen Yan pleaded incoherently.

Lin Chuanwu remained unmoved.

Wen Yan didn't know how he got home or how he avoided his mother's scrutinizing eyes. He returned to his room, fell asleep, and in a daze, felt someone kissing and licking him.

Wen Yan struggled to open his eyes and saw Lin Chuanwu's face.

He thought he was dreaming until a cool breeze blew in through the open window.

He shivered, waking up.

"Chuanwu... how did you get in?"

"I climbed up."

Wen Yan checked the time; it was two in the morning.

"It's so late..."

"I missed you so much I couldn't sleep."

Even though they had just seen each other.

Wen Yan's body suddenly felt weak, "Wait a moment..."

Lin Chuanwu pressed down on him, "I still want you."

"My mom's home..."

"Then I'll be gentle, and you don't make a sound."

"No, that's not okay..."

Lin Chuanwu looked at him eagerly.

Wen Yan couldn't bear it.

So throughout, Wen Yan bit his hand, not daring to make a sound. But Lin Chuanwu forced Wen Yan to make a noise, and Wen Yan couldn't hold back, letting out a soft moan before immediately covering his mouth. Lin Chuanwu was satisfied, holding him, continuing.

Afterward, Lin Chuanwu held Wen Yan, whispering in his ear, "In a parallel universe, you're my wife. But back then, you married me at 27 and even had a baby with me. But because of Wen Shichun, you abandoned the baby who was still nursing and me, running away. It took me half a year to find you."

Wen Yan initially thought he was talking nonsense, but the more he listened, the more real it sounded. He nervously asked, "Did we get divorced in that parallel universe?"

"Of course not, I brought you back home and tormented you every day."

Wen Yan pursed his lips, not speaking.

"Scared? Actually, I couldn't bear to torment you. We quickly reconciled, and you gave me another baby. We lived happily until we were eighty. You passed away not long before I did, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself back at three years old."

"Then the first thing I did was find you."

Wen Yan touched Lin Chuanwu's face.

"Do you believe what I'm saying?"

"I believe you," Wen Yan smiled, "It's just a pity I didn't come back with my memories."

The next day, Wen Yan woke up with a sudden memory, a memory of him and Chuanwu, but different from now. Back then, they met because of an accident, like a part of his soul had awakened. Wen Yan covered his mouth, his eyes quickly reddening.

"Chuanwu..."

Lin Chuanwu also woke up, startled to see him suddenly crying, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Wen Yan shook his head, "I remembered."

Lin Chuanwu was overjoyed, holding him tightly.

"That's great."

Having only his memories, even with Wen Yan by his side, Lin Chuanwu felt a bit lonely. Now that Wen Yan remembered, Lin Chuanwu felt he truly had a home.

Logically, after Wen Yan passed away, he shouldn't have memories of another parallel universe. But during a meal, Wen's mother mentioned that when Wen Yan was two, he had a severe fever, and after waking up, his memories before two were wiped clean. Wen Yan guessed he might have crossed over before two, but the fever made him forget everything.

"I told you you're my wife, but you didn't believe me," Lin Chuanwu said resentfully.

Wen Yan laughed, "But isn't it strange for a three-year-old to call another three-year-old his wife?"

Wen Yan looked seriously at Lin Chuanwu's face. The eighteen-year-old Lin Chuanwu, whom he had only seen in photos, was so handsome and dashing.

"Do you think I'm more handsome than when I was twenty-one?"

"Yeah." Wen Yan nodded, "And much more childish."

"You say I'm childish, but what about you? At eighteen, you dared to defy your mom and let me c you."

Wen Yan's ears turned red, covering his mouth to stop him from speaking.

"Chuanwu, thank you."

"You're thanking me again." Lin Chuanwu frowned.

"This time, I really mean it. My mom should have passed away long ago, but..."

"No wonder when you were sixteen, you insisted my mom get a health check."

"My mom wasn't disappointed in me for being a beta."

Lin Chuanwu: "Soon she'll be my mom too."

Wen Yan couldn't help but laugh, "You're still so shameless."

"Aren't I telling the truth? You agreed to marry me."

Wen Yan felt helpless again. They hadn't even started college, yet they were already talking about marriage. And he, too, had agreed, indulging him more than in his past life.

Then, Wen Yan's expression turned serious.

"Chuanwu," Wen Yan said softly, "I want to..."

"I'll go with you."

"I haven't even said what I want to do."

"Isn't it to see that bastard Wen Shichun?"

A few days later, Grandpa Lin was urged by Lin Chuanwu to have dinner with Wen's mother, setting the marriage between Wen Yan and Lin Chuanwu.

Wen's mother didn't play the role of a meddling parent and agreed.

But she repeatedly warned Wen Yan not to do anything inappropriate with Lin Chuanwu, so Wen Yan and Lin Chuanwu secretly kissed every day.

After some time, Wen Yan adjusted his mood. While Wen's mother and Wen Jingming were traveling, Wen Yan and Lin Chuanwu went to see Wen Shichun.

After his mom remarried, Wen Yan rarely visited Wen Jingming's place. Each visit didn't stir much emotion, but this time, he was very anxious, almost trembling as he pressed the doorbell. Wen Shichun quickly opened the door.

Seeing Wen Shichun in good health, Wen Yan's eyes welled up, his heart aching.

"Xiao Chun..."

Hearing him call him that, Wen Shichun's ears turned red, but he stubbornly said, "We're not that close, are we?"

Wen Yan suddenly smiled, "Yes."

Indeed, they weren't that close, and Xiao Chun wouldn't love him so much that he'd rather die than live.

"What are you here for?"

Wen Shichun saw Lin Chuanwu, and anger surged in his heart.

He had already heard about Wen Yan's engagement to him, and he disliked him even more now, clenching his fist, wanting to punch him.

"Nothing, just came to see you."

"We'll leave soon." Wen Yan said softly, "Xiao Chun, with Uncle Wen not home, take care of yourself, eat well, sleep well."

"You're as nagging as my dad." Wen Shichun scratched his head awkwardly.

"And you're about to be a senior. If the pressure is too much, talk to an adult. Not just about school, but anything in life. Don't keep it to yourself. Some things may seem insurmountable at the time, but with enough time, there's nothing you can't overcome. Don't lose hope..." Wen Yan trembled.

Wen Shichun liked hearing him talk, but for the sake of face, he planned to act impatient and tell him to stop. But as soon as he opened his mouth, he saw Wen Yan looking at him with such sadness, making Wen Shichun's heart tighten.

"I know."

"Good boy."

"Hey! We're not that far apart in age!"

Back in the car, Wen Yan couldn't hold back and cried.

Lin Chuanwu's heart ached too, "Why are you crying? He's alive and well, isn't he?"

"And this time, he definitely won't commit suicide because I won't give him a chance to confess to you."

"Yeah." Wen Yan wiped his tears, looking at the bright sunlight outside the car window.

"That's great, Chuanwu."

"Mom's still alive, Xiao Chun's alive... and we grew up together."

"Just..." Wen Yan frowned slightly.

"Just what?"

"Yi Jing and Yu Yu, it'll be a few more years before we see them."

Lin Chuanwu suddenly laughed, "You miss them?"

"Yeah."

"If you want to see them, there's a way," Lin Chuanwu wrapped his arm around Wen Yan's waist, "You can have a baby with me now."

Wen Yan's ears turned hot.

"We still have school, and my mom said not to do anything inappropriate before marriage."

"Have we done little?" Lin Chuanwu laughed.

"Isn't it you who wants it every day?"

"But I've held back for eighteen years."

"…"

"I want you to get pregnant," Lin Chuanwu said again.

"That way, you can see the baby sooner, and I can drink milk sooner."

"You..."

Wen Yan didn't know what to say to him.

But in the end, he nodded and agreed.