Chapter 19 Wage Card Confession
Hanyang recovered and I took him back to the house near school.
He only stayed home a few days before going out to work. He said he wanted to earn his own living expenses before enrolling next year. I did not stop him. It gave me time to return to school for final exams.
After I brought Hanyang back, he changed. His temper grew much gentler. He spent his days cooking or cleaning.
At home I did not even have to wash my own socks.
I tried several times to show affection and drop hints. Hanyang ignored or refused every one.
That was expected. If he came running at the slightest gesture, he would not be Hanyang.
In my senior year Hanyang joined my family’s branch company for an internship. No back door was opened for him.
Yet his study and work ability proved stronger than I had imagined. In just over a year he rose to management level.
The projects he completed drew repeated praise from my father. His salary rose again and again.
Hanyang tried to hand me his wage card. I refused.
“What would I do with it? I told you, money is a man’s confidence!”
Hanyang lowered his eyes and placed the wage card in my hand once more.
“You are my confidence.”
My face burned. “Is this a confession?”
He looked away, ears turning red. “Mm…”
I had always been the one declaring my feelings. Hearing Hanyang confess in this life left me elated. For a moment I recalled a conversation with Cheng Yizhong from years ago.
‘We won’t be bootlickers. We’ll make him lick us.’
“Hanyang, I’m so happy. I like you too. I’ve liked you for so long!”
My words made Hanyang’s face burn hotter.
“Actually, I have a wish.”
“What?” He turned and met my eyes.
I leaned close to his ear and whispered.
“I want to show off to the guys.”
Hanyang looked surprised and confused. “Show off? About this?”
“Yeah. If you don’t want to, forget it.” I shrugged. Living well with Hanyang was what mattered.
Hanyang’s brows drew tight. “Fine, but you can’t talk about it outside.”
I thought briefly and decided it was acceptable. Cheng Yizhong and the others would not know Hanyang was listening anyway.
That night, when Hanyang pinned my legs down, I realized we had not been on the same page at all.
“Hanyang! Wait, this is a misunderstanding.”
I grabbed his hair and lifted his head.
His face was wet, glistening. After licking his lips as if still unsatisfied, Hanyang swatted my hand away.
“Whatever it is, finish first.”
“Hanyang! You… mm!”
We really did finish first. After that, only my cries remained.