Chapter 150 Yanyan, Listen to Me

Yin Siyao’s expression finally darkened completely after Leng Keyan’s pouty declaration of wanting to drink the pork rib soup.

Even the soft lighting of the restaurant couldn’t soften the seriousness gathering between his brows. He fixed his gaze on Leng Keyan and remained silent for several seconds.

When Yin Siyao spoke again, his tone carried a hint of compromise and indulgence:

“Yanyan, listen to me.”

Those two words felt like a magic spell, instantly piercing through the defensive spikes Leng Keyan had raised all over himself.

Yin Siyao rarely called him that.

At this moment, in such an awkward and tense atmosphere, this quiet, low call brushed over his heart like a feather, sending a tingling warmth through him.

“The pork rib soup is high in fat and purines. Besides causing weight gain and increasing the risk of gout, it doesn’t really provide nutrition—let alone calcium.”

“Although mushroom soup is light, mushrooms are rich in trace elements and amino acids. The lean meatballs provide high-quality protein, making it more suitable for recovery.”

Leng Keyan instantly fell silent.

The pair of ears on his head, which had perked up from his irritation, drooped limply.

All the spikes and anger that had covered him collapsed, leaving only a dazed obedience after being soothed.

Lowering his head, he looked at the clear soup he had just scorned, and now it seemed to be emanating divine fragrance.

He obediently picked up the spoon, scooped a meatball and a bit of soup, and brought it to his mouth.

The meatball was springy, the broth savory, carrying the unique aroma of mushrooms.

It was delicious.

Earlier, in a moment of impulse and stubbornness, he had ordered so many expensive, spicy dishes that Yin Siyao and Zhao Jingshu obviously wouldn’t touch.

How much had Yin Siyao spent on this entire table of food…?

Considering Yin Siyao’s monthly salary, Leng Keyan realized how thoughtless he had been.

A wave of regret and guilt surged in his chest, slowing down his movements as he drank the soup, like a little dog who had done something wrong and was hanging its head in shame.

The latter half of the meal passed in an unusual quiet.

Zhao Jingshu tried several times to make conversation, but Yin Siyao’s brief replies shut them down.

Finally, the meal ended, and Yin Siyao called the waiter to settle the bill.

Looking at the numbers on the check, Leng Keyan’s heart twinged again.

Outside the restaurant, Yin Siyao stood by the roadside and hailed a taxi.

He opened the door and said to Zhao Jingshu, “You go home and rest first. Be careful on the way.”

Zhao Jingshu glanced at him, then at Leng Keyan, who was half a step behind Yin Siyao, head lowered, fiddling with his hoodie strings, hesitating.

Finally, she forced a smile and spoke warmly, “Alright, you two rest early too.”

“Goodbye, Sister Zhao.”

Leng Keyan muttered, still without looking up.

Watching the taxi merge into traffic with Zhao Jingshu, Yin Siyao finally turned around slowly.

Under the dim streetlight, Leng Keyan stood there in his bright yellow hoodie, looking a little lonely in the night.

His face still bore faint bruises, the corners of his mouth slightly downturned, like someone who had done something wrong and was waiting for judgment.

“What are you thinking about?”

Leng Keyan stiffened, slowly lifting his head, eyes a little evasive. “Um… sorry. I shouldn’t have ordered so many dishes… I made you spend so much…”

Seeing him like this, Yin Siyao’s brief irritation from the restaurant had already dissipated, replaced by an exasperated, slightly amused helplessness.

He tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Now you realize you wasted food? Weren’t you so bold when ordering?”

Pausing, his gaze swept meaningfully over Leng Keyan. “Those four dishes were heavily spiced with red oil. If you feel uncomfortable tomorrow, I’ll contact Director Zhang at the proctology department and get you a slot.”

Leng Keyan: “!!!”

Yin Siyao… how could he say something like that?

And with such seriousness.

Proctology? He definitely didn’t need that.

“My… sphincter is fine; I won’t lose control…”

Leng Keyan tried to argue, but his momentum was weak, his embarrassment making him wish he could vanish into the ground.

Seeing him so flustered, Yin Siyao’s eyes flickered with a faint smile.

He took two steps forward, closing the distance between them.

Under the yellow streetlight, their shadows stretched and overlapped.

“In the restaurant just now,” Yin Siyao’s voice was unusually clear in the quiet night, “you threw a fit and ordered all those spicy dishes because I sat with Zhao Jingshu?”

Leng Keyan was caught off guard and more embarrassed, but still gritted his teeth and admitted, “I… couldn’t help overthinking, you…”

“I only sat on the same sofa as her,” Yin Siyao interrupted. “Between us, there was at least half a person’s distance. From start to finish, there was no physical contact.”

He leaned in slightly, eyes locking with Leng Keyan’s flickering gaze, a trace of subtle mischief in his voice:

“I didn’t do like someone else in the taxi—hugging and whispering in someone’s ear, body pressed together.”

Leng Keyan’s heart skipped.

“I-I didn’t… that was her… I just…”

He wanted to defend himself but couldn’t explain the incident, leaving him speechless, face red, looking extremely aggrieved.

Seeing him so flustered, Yin Siyao didn’t press for details.

He straightened up and glanced at his watch.

“Alright,” his tone softened. “From now on, mind your distance and keep proper boundaries with others.”

His words felt both like advice and a subtle declaration.

“I understand.”

A sweetness welled up in Leng Keyan’s chest.

Yin Siyao asking him to keep distance from others—it felt just like a confession.

“It’s late, go back and rest,” Yin Siyao said. “Be careful not to get water on the wound on your face while bathing, and remember to apply ointment after.”

Leng Keyan nodded but didn’t move.

He hesitated, looking at Yin Siyao, then whispered, “Mr. Yin, can I… walk you back? You don’t live far either.”

Yin Siyao was slightly surprised. “I’m a thirty-year-old grown man, fully capable. I’m not a little girl who needs escorting. Why do I need you to walk me back?”

“But boys need to take care of themselves outside too,” Leng Keyan argued reasonably. “And you just treated me to that expensive meal. Walking you back will help me digest it.”

Yin Siyao was speechless at the logic, but looking at Leng Keyan’s sparkling eyes, he swallowed any refusal.

“Fine, your choice.”

Like a little dog given permission, Leng Keyan happily followed, walking obediently beside Yin Siyao.

The night street was quiet. They walked side by side, shadows stretching and shrinking under the streetlights.

Neither spoke, but the atmosphere was far better than in the restaurant or on the road, even flowing with a rare peace and tacit understanding.

When they reached the building where Yin Siyao lived, Leng Keyan stopped.

“I’m here,” Yin Siyao said. “You go back, be careful on the way.”

Leng Keyan looked at the warm yellow light coming from the entrance, then at Yin Siyao. That sense of reluctance and impulse surged again.

Biting his lip, his voice trembling slightly with barely contained hope, he said, “Um… can I come up for a bit? Just sit for a moment—I’m thirsty.