The yandere president's boyfriend!

Chapter 144 "Are you really willing to listen?"

As night falls, the stars hide behind thick clouds, leaving only a faint, lonely silver glow, quietly falling on the ancient mansion.

Inside the house, two dim candlelights flickered, making the silence in the room even deeper.

Two figures, one sitting and one standing, formed a complex and incomprehensible picture in the interweaving of light and shadow.

Lin Yixuan, dressed in a black robe, had a stern face and eyes as sharp as cold stars. He was staring at the man opposite him, Su Mochen, who was curled up on the bed, tightly wrapped in the night and loneliness.

Su Mochen, dressed in a white robe as white as snow, looked a little disheveled due to his inner struggle. His eyes, which should have been full of stars, were now dim, as if the whole world had lost its color.

"You, are you still unwilling to give me an explanation?"

Lin Yixuan's voice was low and magnetic, yet it carried an unmistakable chill, like the last chill of winter, penetrating all disguises and defenses.

Su Mochen chuckled, with a hint of self-mockery and helplessness in his smile.

"An explanation? What you need is just an answer that satisfies you, not the truth itself."

His words fell gently, like the most inconspicuous meteor in the night sky, fleeting but leaving a deep mark.

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Lin Yixuan frowned when he heard this. He took a step forward, almost touching Su Mochen's cold fingertips, but stopped at the last moment, as if he was afraid that his enthusiasm would burn the other person.

"You are wrong. What I want is only you, your sincerity, and your everything."

There was a subtle hint of tenderness and longing in his words.

Su Mochen slowly opened his eyes. His eyes appeared particularly deep under the dim candlelight, as if they could see into the deepest secrets of human hearts.

"Sincerity? In this world of intrigue and deception, how much is sincerity worth?"

His words were filled with exhaustion and despair, as if he had lost all hope in this world.

Lin Yixuan's heart suddenly tightened. He had never seen Su Mochen like this before. The man who always smiled and could remain calm even in the face of great difficulties, now looked like a flower that was about to wither, so fragile that it made people feel distressed.

He couldn't stand Su Mochen like this, and couldn't stand the lingering despair in his eyes.

"You are wrong, Su Mochen."

Lin Yixuan's voice suddenly became firm and powerful. He reached out and gently pulled Su Mochen out from under the quilt, forcing him to look directly into his eyes.

"In this world, there are always people who are willing to give everything for sincerity, like me."

Su Mochen's body trembled slightly. He felt the warmth coming from Lin Yixuan. It was a long-lost power that could dispel the haze in his heart.

But he still chose to escape. He closed his eyes and let Lin Yixuan do what he wanted, but his heart was in chaos.

I thought: You deserve to be without a wife

"If I tell you, will you believe it?" he whispered softly, his tone full of uncertainty and self-mockery.

Lin Yixuan's hand paused slightly, and then he held Su Mochen's shoulders even more tightly, as if he wanted to convey his faith and strength to the other party through this small contact.

"I believe it. I believe everything you say."

His voice was filled with unquestionable firmness, which was an unconditional trust and dependence on Su Mochen.

Su Mochen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he finally opened his eyes, and a faint light flashed in his eyes again.

"Are you really willing to listen?"

His voice was soft, but it carried a subtle hint of anticipation.

Lin Yixuan nodded, with a gentle light flashing in his eyes, as if the whole world had become softer because of his action.

"I am willing to spend my whole life listening to every word and every sentence you say."

So, Su Mochen began to tell the story, telling about the misunderstood and buried past, his inner struggle and pain, and his complex and deep feelings for Lin Yixuan.

Lin Yixuan listened quietly, sometimes frowning, sometimes showing a relieved smile. There was always only Su Mochen in his eyes, as if the whole world no longer existed.

As the story progresses, the distance between the two people is invisibly shortened.

Lin Yixuan's hand slid from his shoulder to the back of Su Mochen's hand, and he gently held it, giving him silent support and encouragement.

At this moment, Su Mochen also felt unprecedented peace of mind and warmth. He knew that he had finally found someone who was willing to listen to and understand him.

When the last candlelight went out, the whole room fell into complete darkness, but the hearts of the two people became brighter.

They clung to each other tightly, as if two long-wandering souls had finally found each other's home.

"Thank you for trusting me."

Su Mochen's voice sounded particularly clear and gentle in the darkness.

"Fool, there's no need to thank me between us."

Lin Yixuan chuckled and hugged Su Mochen tighter, as if he wanted to integrate him into his own bones and blood.

The night is still deep; but in this ancient mansion, the two hearts become unusually warm because of each other's presence.

They know that no matter how rough the road ahead is, as long as they hold hands, they can walk together until the end of the world.

And this affection and trust will become the most precious treasure in their lives and will always shine in each other's hearts.