Yang-Yang shook his head, looking away from Dr. Yun before speaking in a calm but firm tone.
"I'm not blaming you, Doctor. Why? Because I'm very sure you just came from that club you always go to… and you must have had a few drinks there. So no offense....you're drunk."
Dr. Yun burst into laughter. "And you? Ever since you met that orphan boy, you stopped going out, huh? Thank God we were both wild before."
Yang-Yang's expression hardened instantly. "Drop me here, my friend."
Dr. Yun pulled over, still laughing. "Listen to you...'drop me here, my friend'....like I'm your driver."
Yang-Yang didn't respond. He opened the door, stepped out, shot him a sharp look, muttered something under his breath, show him the middle finger and walked off.
Dr. Yun simply laughed and drove away.
Yang-Yang walked the rest of the way home.
Inside, Suwei Mama was the only one in the living room, eating while the TV played softly in the background. The moment she saw him, she quickly stood up.
"Welcome back, sir."
He waved his hand lightly. "No, please, sit."
She smiled and sat back down. "Alright."
He wanted to ask about Zhan, but the words stayed in his throat. Instead, he turned and headed straight to the bedroom.
He found Zhan asleep, curled under a blanket.
Yang-Yang stepped closer, standing by the bed as he quietly watched him. Then he leaned down slightly, his voice low and almost a whisper.
"Sleeping so early?"
Zhan didn't move. He had clearly been asleep for a while.
A faint smile appeared on Yang-Yang's lips. Without thinking, he reached out toward Zhan's long, delicate nose...but suddenly stopped himself midway, as if remembering something. He quickly withdrew his hand.
Straightening up, he switched off the light and walked out of the room.
Back in the living room, he said a brief goodbye to Suwei Mama and headed for the door.
She watched him, confusion written all over her face.
Even tonight, he wasn't staying.?
Not in his own house… not with the one who was supposed to be his partner.
She stared at the closed door for a long moment, still unable to understand...What kind of relationship was this?
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The next day....Sunday....Zhan was seated in the living room, eating a soft meal Suwei Mama had prepared for him. He held a spoon awkwardly, trying to eat while Suwei Mama moved about in the kitchen, washing dishes.
The door opened.
Zhan looked up quickly.
Yang-Yang walked in, carrying a large bag. He dropped it on the floor and widened his eyes dramatically.
"Wow… you can actually finish all that food, Meixuan?"
Zhan quickly hid his face behind the chair, embarrassed.
"No… I'll save some for later."
Yang-Yang laughed, stepped back outside, and returned with another bag. He set it down, then sat on the soft carpet beside him.
"Eat well, okay? You need strength… we're expecting strong babies."
Zhan didn't lift his head, but Yang-Yang just smiled and unzipped the bag. One by one, he began taking things out.
Baby clothes.
Beautiful, expensive sets...pairs of everything.
Only after he had emptied the bags did he say softly,
"Here… do you like them?"
Zhan slowly raised his head.
He stared at the clothes in silence.
Yang-Yang separated a few, elegant outfits.
"These are yours."
Zhan's eyes filled with tears instantly.
Yang-Yang's expression hardened slightly.
"If you don't like them, don't cry in front of me."
That was all it took.
Zhan broke down, burying his face against the chair as quiet sobs escaped him.
Yang-Yang said nothing.
After a moment, he quietly gathered everything back into the bags, carried them into the room… and left the house without another word.
****
For two days, Yang-Yang didn't return.
Even though he tried to stay away, his mind never left Zhan.
Zhan, on the other hand, grew restless. He knew Yang-Yang must be upset. He wanted to call… but hesitated.
Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore.
He called.
At that moment, Yang-Yang was in his Mom's bedroom, talking with Aunt Mary.
His phone rang.
He glanced at the screen… and silently rejected the call.
"I'll go get ready. I need to step out," he said, standing up.
After greeting Aunt Mary, he left the room.
His Mom sighed, shaking her head.
"I don't understand him anymore. Before he traveled, he was already acting strange. Now he's back, and it's even worse. There's something big he's hiding… something that even stopped his marriage."
Aunt Mary simply watched her, saying nothing.
Yang-Yang drove straight to his house.
In the kitchen, Zhan stood with Suwei Mama. The moment he saw Yang-Yang, he pouted slightly.
Yang-Yang walked into the living room and sat down, his eyes fixed on him.
Zhan lowered his gaze and came to sit on the floor beside him.
"How are you?" Yang-Yang asked.
Zhan said nothing.
Yang-Yang smiled faintly, scrolling through his phone.
After a moment, Zhan spoke softly,
"Good afternoon…"
Yang-Yang looked at him.
"I didn't have a good day."
Zhan's eyes filled with tears.
"I don't know what I did wrong…"
"I brought you something, and you didn't like it."
Zhan looked up in shock.
"Me?"
"Yes."
He shook his head quickly.
"I just didn't know how to thank you… that's why…"
His voice broke, tears slipping down.
Yang-Yang simply watched him, silent.
Life continued like that after Yang-Yang returned.
Every morning, afternoon, and even at night...he came to see Zhan.
He always brought food, snacks, things Zhan might like. Sometimes, if he came late, he would even eat there.
But he never stayed the night.
Suwei Mama noticed… and it bothered her.
Why didn't he stay?
Was it because of Zhan's condition?
She didn't know who to ask.
As time passed, Zhan's due date approached.
Suwei Mama took great care of him, even using traditional remedies out of concern. Every evening, Yang-Yang would quietly bring Dr. Yun along just to check on him.
He was constantly worried something might go wrong.
Zhan, however, had grown quiet and withdrawn. He was always lying down.
"Does it hurt anywhere?" Yang-Yang would ask.
"No," Zhan always replied.
Then one Sunday morning....
Yang-Yang was about to leave when his Mom stopped him.
"You're going out again? Even today?"
He smiled lightly.
"It's urgent…"
She cut him off.
"Yang-Yang."
He froze, then sighed.
"Mom… whenever you call me that, I get nervous. You only use it when you're serious."
She gave him a look.
"And what is your name?"
He laughed.
"Yang."
"Did I give you that name?"
He laughed harder.
"Mom, that other one sounds old…"
She waved him off.
"Whatever. Go. But when you come back, I need to see you. Tomorrow, those things I packed are finally being delivered."
He nodded.
"Alright."
And left.
He drove straight to his house.
Suwei Mama was in the kitchen. He didn't stop to greet her....he went straight to Zhan's room.
Zhan was curled up, trembling.
Yang-Yang rushed to him, dropping to his knees.
"Are you okay, Meixuan?"
Zhan shook his head weakly.
"What's wrong? Are you in pain?"
Zhan struggled, then slowly turned his back toward him.
Yang-Yang's face changed instantly.
"It hurts?"
The tears in Zhan's eyes were enough.
Without hesitation, Yang-Yang lifted him.
"Let's go to the hospital."
Zhan pulled away slightly, collapsing back to his knees, eyes squeezed shut.
"It stopped…"
But it hadn't.
He was enduring it.
Then suddenly, he broke....soft cries escaping him.
"Please… help me…"
Yang-Yang didn't wait any longer.
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At the hospital, everything became chaotic.
Zhan was rushed inside.
Yang-Yang paced like a man on the edge, as if his whole world depended on it.
Hours passed.
Pain beyond words.
Zhan felt like he would never survive it.
Dr. Yun eventually arrived, checked on him, and reassured Yang-Yang.
But time dragged on.
Finally, the doctors made a decision.
Surgery.
Yang-Yang signed the consent form with trembling hands.
Moments later…
Two baby boys were delivered.
Weak.
Exhausted.
Just like Zhan.
When Zhan woke up, he found himself in a hospital ward.
Suwei Mama sat beside him, smiling gently.
"You did well… you're okay."
Zhan tried to sit up...but couldn't.
Pain shot through his body.
"It hurts…" he whispered, tears falling.
A nurse came, gave him medication, and left.
Then Yang-Yang entered.
Zhan looked at him.
Yang-Yang stepped closer, voice soft.
"Meixuan…"
Zhan couldn't respond.
Yang-Yang gently took his hand.
"Be strong… you'll be okay."
Tears slipped down Zhan's face silently.
Yang-Yang leaned closer, smiling faintly.
"You didn't ask about your babies… don't you want them?"
Zhan nodded faintly.
There was a pause.
Then Yang-Yang smiled.
"Then give them to me."
Zhan's voice trembled.
"I give them to you…"
"Are you sure?"
That entire day, Yang-Yang stayed by his side.
Dr. Yun came briefly, congratulated them, and left.
No one brought the babies to Zhan.
And he didn't ask.
Deep down… he assumed they hadn't survived.
And strangely....
That thought calmed him.
But that night...
Yang-Yang returned from outside.
He walked in, holding one baby, while a nurse followed with the other.
Zhan's eyes locked onto them instantly.
Yang-Yang smiled and gently placed one beside him.
Zhan's heart dropped.
The baby…
Looked exactly like Yibo.
The same face. The same features.
Everything.
The nurse placed the second baby beside the first and smiled.
"Congratulations...twins."
Then she left.
Yang-Yang looked at them warmly.
"Aren't they beautiful? Innocent… new lives."
Zhan broke.
"Please… take them away…" he cried, voice shaking.
"I don't want them… I don't want them… please take them away…"
He sobbed uncontrollably.
Without a word...
Yang-Yang picked up both babies…
…and walked out.
When Yang-Yang returned to the room, he stood there for a moment, watching Zhan quietly.
Then he walked closer.
"What did the babies ever do to you… for you to say you don't want them, Meixuan?"
Zhan said nothing.
Not a single word.
Yang-Yang pulled a chair and sat down, falling into silence. The room stayed that way for several minutes...heavy, quiet, unresolved.
Then his phone rang.
He glanced at the screen.
It was his Mom.
She had already called him four times that day, and he hadn't answered.
He stood up slowly, looking at Zhan, who had now closed his eyes again.
"Suwei Mama will be back soon," he said gently.
"I have to go home… Mom keeps calling. I'll come back tomorrow morning, okay?"
Zhan opened his eyes and looked at him.
"Be strong… and please don't cry again."
Zhan only nodded.
Yang-Yang turned and walked out.
A few minutes later, Suwei Mama returned.
She greeted Zhan warmly and sat beside him.
"Have you seen your babies yet, Zhan?"
Zhan's expression tightened slightly.
"Yes."
Then he closed his eyes again.
Later that evening, the room was quiet.
Suwei Mama spread a cloth on the floor and said her evening routine prayers quietly in the corner.
Just then, the ward door opened.
Two nurses walked in....each carrying a baby.
The moment Zhan noticed, he shut his eyes tightly.
The nurses gently placed the babies in the small crib beside Zhan's bed.
One of them turned to Suwei Mama.
"You can start feeding them whenever they need it."
Then she pointed.
"This one is the elder… and this one is younger."
Suwei Mama smiled warmly.
"They're beautiful…"
The nurses nodded and left.
Suwei Mama remained standing there, staring at the babies with a soft smile.
They were so fair… so delicate… so beautiful.
But something puzzled her.
She frowned slightly.
Neither of children looked like Yang-Yang.
"Strange…" she thought quietly. "Who do they resemble?"
Still, she shook it off and smiled again, watching the twins.
Then her gaze shifted back to Zhan.
He still hadn't opened his eyes.
Not once.
Her heart softened immediately.
She felt a deep sense of pity for him.
Because if there was one thing she truly disliked....
It was seeing someone go through surgery like that… and suffer alone afterward.
It was a little past eleven when Mama Suwei lay down on the spare bed in the room. She had just drifted into sleep when a baby's cry pierced the quiet.
She opened her eyes immediately and saw one of the babies stirring.
Quickly, she got up and picked him up, glancing toward Zhan.
Zhan's eyes were closed, but he wasn't actually asleep...he could hear the baby crying. Still, he didn't move.
Thinking he was asleep, Mama Suwei gently cradled the baby and sat down. She continued tending to both babies, feeding them water from a feeder since they seemed hungry… all through the night until morning.
Around nine o'clock, Yang-Yang walked into the ward.
Dressed in a crisp white shirt and black jeans, he looked effortlessly handsome.
He headed straight to the babies' cot after their bath. Picking one up, he closed his eyes briefly and pressed a soft kiss to the baby's cheek.
Then he turned to look at Zhan, who appeared to be asleep.
His expression changed slightly when he realized Mama Suwei wasn't in the room...only Zhan and the babies were there.
The baby in his arms was sucking his fingers lightly, clearly hungry. He glanced at the other one and saw the same.
He remained standing, unwilling to wake Zhan.
Just then, Mama Suwei walked in. After greeting her, he asked,
"Has he started feeding them?"
Mama Suwei shook her head.
"No. When I asked him, he said his stomach still hurts. I even called a nurse yesterday… I've only been giving them water since then."
Yang-Yang said nothing and sat down.
After a moment, he asked,
"Has he eaten anything?"
"No," Mama Suwei replied. "I went home to prepare something light for him. The doctor said that's all he can take for now."
He nodded slightly.
"Alright… thank you."
He stayed a while longer before leaving.
Zhan still hadn't woken up.
****
Three days passed in the hospital.
Zhan still refused to breastfeed the babies.
At first, he complained of pain.
Yang-Yang bought baby formula, and Mama Suwei fed them.
But even then, Zhan refused to hold them.
Mama Suwei tried once to place a baby in his arms....but the look on Zhan's face made her stop immediately.
She never tried again.
After a week and a day, they were discharged.
Yang-Yang handled all the bills.
Back home, both babies were still in Mama Suwei's care.
As they got out of the car, Yang-Yang took one baby from her and then turned to Zhan, handing him the other.
Zhan immediately stepped back.
"I… I can't."
Yang-Yang stared at him in disbelief.
"You."
Zhan looked at him.
"Take him."
Tears welled up in Zhan's eyes.
"What if I drop him…"
"Then he falls."
Yang-Yang replied
His tone was firm.
Under his gaze, Zhan reluctantly took the baby. Tears gathered in his eyes as Yang-Yang turned and walked ahead.
Slowly, Zhan followed behind him....without even looking at the baby in his arms.
Inside the bedroom, Zhan placed the baby gently on the bed and sat at the edge.
Yang-Yang looked at him.
"Feed them."
Quickly, Zhan replied,
"They already had milk, I...."
He cut him off.
"You don't like them, do you?"
Zhan looked at him, then nodded faintly, as if on the verge of tears.
Yang-Yang's expression darkened.
"So you knew you wouldn't want them… yet you still chose to bring them into this world. Why didn't you stop it earlier?"
Zhan's voice trembled.
"Terminating them wouldn't have been right…"
"Oh… and what you're doing now is right?"
Zhan fell silent, tears rolling down his cheeks.
Yang-Yang leaned forward slightly.
"If you don't feed them now, I'm leaving. And I won't come back. Are you really this heartless?"
Quickly, Zhan said,
"I'm sorry… I'll do it."
Tears streamed down his face....because deep down, he truly didn't want them.
"Then do it now."
With trembling hands, Zhan tried to figure out how....
But he clearly didn't know what to do.
Yang-Yang stopped him immediately.
"Is that how you were told to do it?"
Zhan shook his head helplessly.
"I don't know how…"
Without another word, Yang-Yang left the room.
Moments later, he returned with Mama Suwei.
Standing there, Mama Suwei gently showed Zhan what to do, even trying to lighten the mood with a soft laugh.
Yang-Yang quietly stepped out, leaving them.
Zhan cried the entire time, complaining of nipples pain.
Mama Suwei patiently guided him, feeling sorry for the babies who hadn't received their parent's care since birth.
Eventually, Zhan managed to feed all of them.
But in his heart, he already decided...That would be the first… and the last time.
Two days after returning home,
Yang-Yang came in early one morning.
He wore a white modern traditional outfit that made him look even more striking. A phone was pressed to his ear as he spoke in a low voice while walking in.
He went straight to the babies, watching them quietly.
Zhan stood by the mirror, watching him from the moment he entered.
Yang-Yang was the very definition of handsome.
Even while on the phone, his full attention was on the babies, a soft smile on his face.
Zhan had recovered well physically… but his body still reacted painfully. His chest was full, aching....yet he still refused to feed them.
Mama Suwei had just brought the babies in again, hoping Zhan would feel some compassion.
Yang-Yang slipped his phone into his pocket and turned to him.
Zhan quickly looked away.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Yang-Yang said,
"I know you didn't feed them today."
Without looking at him, Zhan replied,
"I did. Ask Mama Suwei."
He didn't argue.
After a pause, Yang-Yang asked,
"What names should we give them?"
Zhan kept his gaze away.
"I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"You can choose any names."
Yang-Yang shook his head.
"No. You choose. They're yours."
Zhan stayed silent.
"I'm talking to you, Zhan."
Zhan lowered his head slightly.
"Okay… maybe… Roulan and…"
He paused.
"And?"
Zhan glanced at him briefly.
"…you."
Yang-Yang blinked in surprise.
"Me?"
"Yes… your name."
A soft smile spread across Yang-Yang face.
"No… choose something else."
Tears filled Zhan's eyes.
"I want your name."
"You mean Yang?"
Zhan nodded.
Yang-Yang smiled again.
"What's their father's name."
Zhan's heart dropped instantly.
"No… I mean Yang-Yang. Not… him."
Yang-Yang went quiet, studying his face.
Then he stood up and walked out...with a faint smile still lingering.
But something felt off.
No visitors came to congratulate them.
No ceremony.
No celebration gathering.
Only Dr Yun showed up briefly that day.
Mama Suwei couldn't ignore it anymore.
Were they even a real couple?
Everything about them felt… incomplete.
In all her time there, she had never once seen Yang-Yang spend the night.
So what exactly was between them?
That evening, Yang-Yang returned to his family home.
He had barely stepped into his room when Aunty Mary walked in.
After greeting her, she said,
"Did you know the wedding gifts have already been sent to Zizi? The wedding is in two weeks."
He froze.
"Two weeks? No one told me that… why the rush?"
He ran a hand through his hair.
"Oh God… two weeks?"
Aunty Mary gave him a look and walked out.
He sat on the bed, holding his head in frustration… then suddenly stood and left the room.
He went to his mother's room.
She was on the phone, so he waited.
When she finished, he spoke carefully,
"Mom… Aunty Mary said..."
"Two weeks left for the wedding," she completed, looking straight at him.
He stood there silently… then turned and walked out.
His Mom stepped outside shortly after.
She walked toward the driver and said,
"I need you to do something for me."
"Yes, ma'am," he replied respectfully.
"I want you to follow Yang whenever he leaves this house. Find out where he goes...no matter the time."
The driver looked surprised.
"Sir?"
"Yes. Him."
"Alright, ma'am."
She turned to leave, then paused.
"And be very careful. You know who you're dealing with."
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