Chapter 48 – The Simp is Forcibly Loved by the Overbearing CEO (Finale)

Shuang Yu didn’t know what he was feeling. His nose tingled and his heart ached, making him want to cry for no reason.

He had been by his side for a full thirty years. Although they never married, their relationship was very stable. For thirty years, Feng Yan had always accommodated him. He had a bad temper, but Feng Yan had never lost his temper with him. He said he didn’t understand love, yet he cherished him more than anyone. He could even scheme against his own parents, but out of love for Shuang Yu, he was the most filial to Bai Rong.

Feng Yan had, after all, left an indelible mark on Shuang Yu’s heart. The thought of leaving felt like a piece of his heart was missing—hollow and piercingly painful.

“You’re here?” Feng Yan said, revealing a gentle smile.

In stark contrast to his smile was the stubbornness and madness in his eyes. Shuang Yu suddenly had a bad feeling and said with a trembling voice, “Feng Yan…”

“Shuang Yu, you once asked me if I loved you. Now I’ll tell you the answer. I love you, I love you to the point of madness! I’m sick, I have a very serious mental illness, but I willingly disguised myself as a normal person for you. I know you’re unwilling to accept my proposal because you’re afraid of responsibility, you don’t want to be responsible, because you’re certain that one day we will be separated…”

Feng Yan spoke with a smile, his emotions growing more agitated as he spoke, his eyes turning crimson with a fearless insanity.

“Yu… my Yu! How can I keep you… Your dad’s ashes, they’re very important to you, right!”

He let out a crazed laugh, his bewitching smile revealing a sharp, vicious energy. Noticing something was wrong, Shuang Yu realized that he had cut his wrist! Blood dripped into the sea, the scent attracting sharks. Ominous shark fins rapidly converged on the yacht.

“Feng Yan, don’t get excited, just listen to me… Don’t do anything stupid, wait for me!” Shuang Yu shouted, trembling. He scrambled onto the yacht like his life depended on it, rushing towards him.

Feng Yan revealed a soul-stirringly faint smile, suddenly opened the lid of Bai Rong’s urn, and grabbed a handful of ashes, stuffing them into his mouth. With tears streaming down his face and his eyes filled with despair, he suddenly fell backward, intending to fall into the sea with the urn and become food for the sharks!

“Feng Yan!”

Shuang Yu’s mournful scream echoed through the heavens. He felt like half his soul had left him as he threw himself forward recklessly. He managed to save the man but couldn’t save the urn.

Clang—

The urn fell into the sea, the ashes spilling out and being completely swallowed by the water. But Shuang Yu couldn’t care less. He anxiously took out a handkerchief and wrapped it around Feng Yan’s bleeding wrist.

“Don’t leave me, I’ll go crazy… I’m begging you… Yu…”

Feng Yan wept, wailing like a child. Tears streamed from his eyes like a broken dam, so sad, so mournful, so desperate.

Shuang Yu’s heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. He had always believed he was a very rational ghost. But facts proved that rationality could never overcome emotion. He thought that when the time came, he could abandon him without hesitation. But now that the moment had truly arrived, he was shocked to realize that Feng Yan was no longer someone he could easily discard.

“You lunatic, you lunatic! What the hell are you trying to do!”

His eyes crimson, he grabbed Feng Yan’s collar and cursed, hating his decisiveness and even more, his madness.

“You can’t bear for me to die, can you? Shuang Yu, you love me, don’t you?” Feng Yan asked, his eyes filled with excitement as he laughed loudly.

“Yes, I love you! I love you, is that what you want to hear?!” Shuang Yu shouted helplessly. After avoiding it for thirty years, at this moment, he could no longer ignore his feelings.

“Yu, Yu… do you remember when I helped Wu Hongyu, you promised you would do one thing for me? Now, it’s time for you to fulfill your promise. I want you to never leave me, to stay by my side for the rest of my life, until I die. For the past thirty years, you lived for your dad. For the rest of your life, I hope you’ll live for me…”

Feng Yan’s handsome face was pale from blood loss, but his smile was brilliant and dazzling. He took a velvet box from his suit pocket and looked at Shuang Yu stubbornly, waiting for his move.

“You lunatic!” Shuang Yu cursed under his breath, his eyes red. He took the velvet box and opened it.

Every month, Feng Yan would get down on one knee, take out a ring, and propose. For thirty years, Shuang Yu had never responded, only meeting his proposals with silence. This time, he took the initiative to kneel on the ground and asked in a hoarse voice, “Will you marry me, Feng Yan…?”

“It’s ‘take you as my husband,’ not ‘marry me’! Forget it… it’s not important! I do, baby.”

Feng Yan showed a gentle smile and held out his hand, letting him slide the ring onto his ring finger. Then he took the other ring and put it on Shuang Yu’s ring finger. Looking at the identical rings, his eyes filled with satisfaction. He took his hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it piously.

“Let’s go back, you psycho…” Shuang Yu said, feeling utterly helpless.

Now that Bai Rong’s ashes were in the sea, the last bit of the original host’s resentment would probably never be cleared. His mission was doomed to fail! The consequences of getting involved with a psycho were truly immeasurable.

“Oh, right, I forgot to tell you. What I swallowed wasn’t our dad’s ashes, just ordinary protein powder. I know you’re filial, how could I make you sad? I was lying to you. Our dad’s ashes are safe and sound in the cemetery,” Feng Yan suddenly said with a mischievous peck on Shuang Yu’s cheek and a grin.

Shuang Yu was speechless. “…Feng Yan!”

The latter’s smile grew even more unrestrained as he suddenly cupped the back of his head and kissed his lips hard. He was shameless, he was despicable, he had no bottom line. But so what? He had won Shuang Yu’s love in the end, hadn’t he?

*

In the hospital, 78-year-old Feng Yan lay on the bed, his hair completely white, surrounded by the beeping of various machines. For the past week, his consciousness had been hazy, spending far more time unconscious than awake.

Shuang Yu sat by the bed, tightly holding his aged hand, his eyes filled with a sorrow that wouldn’t fade.

[Lord Ghost Messenger, my condolences…] Xiao Ai’s compassionate voice sounded in his mind.

“So, a human’s life is really this short,” Shuang Yu murmured with a bitter smile.

Beep, beep, beep, beep—

The machine began to alarm, indicating that Feng Yan was about to die. Shuang Yu knew his identity was extraordinary. He didn’t dare to dream of a future with him. Just as Feng Yan had asked, he too only asked for this one lifetime together!

He stood up, bent down, and placed a butterfly kiss on his forehead.

“Feng Yan, I love you… But I still hope that next time, we don’t meet again!”

Gasp… gasp…

As if experiencing a final flare-up of life, Feng Yan actually opened his eyes at the last moment. In a daze, he saw the aged Shuang Yu before him, his appearance gradually changing into that of a handsome, cold man in a black, ancient-style robe. Feng Yan smiled, a brilliant smile without a trace of darkness.

So, this was his Yu’s true form. So beautiful. Now, he could truly… die without regrets!

Beeeeeeep—

After a piercing alarm, the heart monitor finally went flat. Tears blurred Shuang Yu’s vision. At the same time, the long-awaited notification from Xiao Ai sounded in his mind.

[Ding, Vicious Ghost’s resentment cleared. Congratulations, Lord Ghost Messenger, on completing the mission.]