A Beta Who Was Courted Crazily for Love (Translated)

Chapter 95 & 96 & 97

Chapter 95 & 96 & 97

Perhaps too engrossed, Yang An only then heard the sound of the door opening beside him; the hand pressed against Yu Qingyan's waist paused slightly, the protruding knuckles becoming more apparent.

Yang An lowered his gaze, his long lashes brushing against his eyelids, their lips, which were tightly pressed and entangled, gradually separating, a thin silver thread forming between them. His breathing quickened, and his fingertip lightly glided over Yu Qingyan's lips.

"Morin? What's wrong with you...?" Yin Hangruru shouted again, but he couldn't see anything clearly since Morin was blocking him. Instinctively feeling that something was wrong, he pushed Morin aside, his gaze instantly freezing, "Council... Chairman?"

This shout completely awakened Morin. He felt like he had been hit on the head with a stick, his complexion shifting between blue and purple, his lips moving but unable to form words, and his hand trembled in the air.

Morin glanced at Yang An and then at Yin Hangruru, trembling as he asked, "Y-you knew about this all along?"

Yin Hangruru, feeling guilty, coughed awkwardly twice and cautiously made a hand gesture, "I might know a little bit... just a little bit?"

Morin covered his head, staggered a few steps, leaned against the white wall behind the door, and murmured, "You didn't even advise Yang An... isn't this too much?"

Confused, Yin Hangruru thought: Huh?

Big brother, what are you talking about???

Morin took a deep breath, and finally, his expression returned to calm. He straightened his back and walked briskly in front of Yang An, saying with deep concern, "Yang An, how could you do this? Isn't it too much?"

He glanced at Yu Qingyan, feeling like crying inside: Honorable President, you've encountered a scumbag!!!

Yang An: "..."

W-what?

He hesitated for a moment and tentatively replied, "Sorry, I never intended to hide it, but I was afraid your 'fanaticism' would collapse, so..."

Yang An had learned from Morin what "fanaticism" meant—something akin to... an uncontrollable fervor faced with an idol?

"The main issue now is that you're hiding it from me?" Morin said incredulously, as if it were their first day knowing each other, "Or do you think it's enough to hide it from me? What about the Honorable President? What about your boyfriend?"

His eyes filled with disappointment, and his tone grew more agitated. He couldn't believe that the friend he recently made would be this kind of person, especially when their interactions had seemed so harmonious...

Yang An: "..."

Huh? He understood every word, but he didn't quite grasp the meaning when pieced together?

Yu Qingyan lifted his gaze and casually glanced at Morin, roughly understanding what the other had misunderstood.

—It was probably that Yang An hadn't told him who his boyfriend really was.

To be honest, ever since the last time the beta had called this name in his sleep, Yu Qingyan knew it was a misunderstanding, but he still felt a bit dissatisfied. He thought it was odd that someone he had just met could enter Yang An's dreams, even if the main reason was him and there were no special feelings involved. He couldn't help but feel a tinge of subtle emotions arise.

Yu Qingyan slowly interlaced his fingers with Yang An's, holding his hand gently, and said softly, "Morin, you might not know Yang An well, which is why you misunderstood."