A Beta Who Was Courted Crazily for Love (Translated)

Chapter 43

Chapter 43

"What could I be busy with while with Yan Xuru?" Yang An felt dazed, his rationality and logic thrown aside as he unconsciously answered the other's question.

Yu Qingyan fell silent for a long time, realizing that his question had been too abrupt and baseless, purely driven by jealousy.

This wasn't good; it might scare the boy.

Yu Qingyan was not in a hurry for the boy to understand his feelings. He was willing to start as friends and gradually...

He lowered his eyelids, hiding the deep and obscure emotions, then slowly raised his gaze and sighed lightly, "Xiao An..."

Yang An felt a chill down his spine and quickly responded, "Ah, Mr. Yu..."

"Does Xiao An feel too much pressure to be friends with me?" Yu Qingyan asked softly.

Yang An quickly shook his head, answering in surprise, "How could that be? You are definitely one of the most outstanding friends I've ever had!"

Yu Qingyan's eyes showed a hint of a smile, which quickly vanished, leaving a trace of sadness on his face. "Xiao An, you don't need to comfort me. I understand."

"After all, you've always felt there's a big age gap between us, and you've always used honorifics. Maybe our interactions aren't as close as with your peers... there's always a layer of distance."

Yang An was stunned, almost doubting if he understood the common language of the galaxy.

"No, Mr. Yu..." He tried to suppress the form of address but found it hard to say "Qingyan" in real life, "...I don't think so!"

Yu Qingyan didn't say anything, his expression still gentle and composed, as if saying, "It's alright, I understand, no need to worry."

Yang An: "..."

Honestly, he really was just used to calling him "Mr. Yu" and couldn't change it.

"To be honest, I'm actually quite envious of Xiao An's friends..." Yu Qingyan tilted his head slightly, his fingertips resting on one side of his face, speaking in a wistful tone, "You all get to spend time together every day, talking about everything and being close, unlike me, who can only contact Xiao An online..."

He looked at Yang An quietly. "Xiao An, what do you think our relationship is now? Can we be considered friends?"

Yang An: "..."

For some reason, although Mr. Yu's question seemed ordinary and normal, it somehow conveyed a sense of... love-hate tension.

"Of course we are." Yang An took a deep breath and nodded firmly, "You... you have always been both a mentor and a friend to me."

"Both mentor and friend, huh..." Yu Qingyan murmured softly, sliding his wheelchair forward until it stopped right in front of Yang An. He placed his hand on the armrest of the wooden chair, moving closer, with their faces only a fist's distance apart. "Then Xiao An, I want to ask one more question, is that alright?"

"Mr. Yu, you asked..." Yang An looked at the pair of beautiful gray-green eyes, his body stiffening. He couldn't help but take a step back, but there was no place to retreat, his back pressing against a somewhat uncomfortable mahogany chair.

The distance was still too close.

The other person's warm breath seemed to be spraying on his face, and the already delicate atmosphere suddenly turned strange.

"This morning, the Omega who was chatting with Xiao An in class..." Yu Qingyan asked softly, "Are you close friends?"

Yang An suddenly felt a bit of itchiness in his eyelids and blinked. "Not... really. We're just acquaintances."