Chapter 268 Now, You’re Mine

Yin Siyao changed his shoes and walked in, his gaze sweeping across the spacious living room.

He couldn’t help frowning. “Isn’t this place way too big? Just the two of us—can we even make use of such a large house? You really…”

He almost said wasting money, but when he saw Leng Keyan’s bright, expectant eyes—clearly waiting for praise—he swallowed the words.

“Not big at all!”

Leng Keyan set down the soup, untied his apron, and walked over, taking Yin Siyao’s hand. “This south-facing room is the master bedroom. The one next door can be turned into your study—you’ll finally have space for all your medical books and materials.”

“The room across can be a walk-in closet. Both our clothes can be hung up properly instead of crammed into a tiny wardrobe. And there’s a guest room too—if your parents come to visit, they’ll have a place to stay. Isn’t that great?”

He spoke with perfect confidence, every detail planned out.

The irritation in Yin Siyao’s chest deflated like a punctured balloon.

Still, he frowned. “Even so, there’s no need for something this big. A hundred square meters would’ve been enough. Three hundred? Do you know how expensive the maintenance, heating, and cleaning will be?”

“How much money is that? You’re still a student—just because your family has money doesn’t mean you should spend it like this.”

The smile on Leng Keyan’s face slowly faded, replaced by unusual seriousness.

He held Yin Siyao’s hand and said softly, “Teacher Yin, the house is in your name.”

Yin Siyao looked up at him.

“A bigger house is worth more,” Leng Keyan said calmly. “So even if… one day you don’t want me anymore, you can still live comfortably on your own.”

“If you don’t like this place, selling it would give you enough to buy a nice home anywhere in A City—and still have money left over.”

“I know you’ve always had some doubts. You think I’m young, that the future is uncertain, that there are too many variables.”

“I can’t erase all your worries at once. But I want to show you, in the ways I can, that I’m thinking about you—and about our future.”

“Even in the worst-case scenario, I want you to have a way out. I want you to live well.”

So his insistence on buying a bigger house… wasn’t just about comfort.

It was because he understood the unease buried deep in Yin Siyao’s heart—the insecurity caused by their age gap, the lingering uncertainty about their relationship.

This silly, affectionate “puppy” was using his own way to give him security—to give him the confidence that even without me, you’ll still be okay.

This boy, who usually seemed willful and spoiled, had been thinking this deeply, this far ahead all along.

Yin Siyao picked up a piece of soft, stewed taro and stuffed it straight into Leng Keyan’s mouth.

“It’s New Year—what nonsense are you talking about? ‘Not wanting you anymore’? Say something like that again and you’re sleeping in the guest room tonight.”

With his mouth full of taro, Leng Keyan chewed a few times and swallowed, his eyes curving into crescents.

He leaned in and hugged him. “My bad, my bad—I won’t say it again. Teacher Yin, let’s eat. The food’s getting cold.”

The meal was quiet, but warm.

After dinner, Yin Siyao cleared the dishes and went to wash them. Leng Keyan didn’t argue—he simply leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching him with a smile.

Later, after showering, Yin Siyao returned to the master bedroom in his bathrobe, drying his hair.

The main lights were off, replaced by several warm yellow wall lamps and a floor lamp.

And on the floor—from the doorway all the way to the edge of the king-size bed—was a thick carpet of vivid red rose petals.

By the bed, Leng Keyan had changed into a fitted black suit, white shirt, even a bow tie.

He sat upright in an armchair, back straight, hands resting on his knees, his expression more solemn than ever—almost nervous.

Yin Siyao stopped drying his hair. His bathrobe hung loosely, revealing his collarbone and part of his chest, droplets of water slipping into the fabric.

He looked at the roses, then at Leng Keyan dressed like he was attending an awards ceremony. The corner of his mouth twitched.

He wanted to laugh, but his heart was also racing. “What’s with all these flowers in the middle of the night? Planning to sell them at the market tomorrow morning?”

Leng Keyan relaxed at the joke, stood up, and walked over.

Then, in the soft glow and sea of roses, he pulled a deep blue velvet box from inside his suit.

Inside lay two simple yet exquisitely crafted rings, gleaming softly under the light.

He took a step back—and dropped to one knee.

Amid the rose petals, he looked up at Yin Siyao.

Those eyes, usually full of mischief or laughter, now held nothing but deep sincerity and unwavering devotion.

“Yin Siyao… will you marry me? Will you be mine—be Mrs. Leng?”

The room fell completely silent, filled only with their breathing.

Yin Siyao looked at the rings, then at Leng Keyan—so nervous that his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly.

The words from earlier in the living room surged back into his mind, overlapping with this moment, striking his heart.

After a few seconds, Yin Siyao raised an eyebrow, his tone calm with a hint of teasing maturity.

“Why do I have to marry you and be Mrs. Leng?”

He spoke leisurely. “Why can’t you marry into the Yin family and be our spouse?”

Leng Keyan clearly hadn’t expected that. He froze for a second.

But he recovered quickly, his nervousness instantly replaced by a bright smile. “I’ll marry you! Teacher Yin, you marry me!”

The speed of that turnaround—and how naturally he accepted switching sides—made Yin Siyao laugh outright. The last trace of restraint melted away.

Without another word, he reached out, took the slightly larger ring from the velvet box—

Then took Leng Keyan’s hand and carefully, solemnly slid it onto his left ring finger.

Only after that did he extend his own left hand toward him, fingers slightly curled.

Leng Keyan’s heart pounded wildly in his chest.

Taking a deep breath, with slightly trembling fingers, he picked up the remaining ring and gently, reverently placed it onto Yin Siyao’s left ring finger.

The cool metal encircled his finger—and a wave of warmth surged from his fingertips straight to his heart.

Leng Keyan didn’t stand up. Still kneeling, he lowered his head and pressed a soft kiss to Yin Siyao’s ringed finger.

His voice was full of happiness and pride. “Now, you’re mine… and I’m yours too.”

Yin Siyao looked at the simple yet meaningful ring on his finger, at the room full of blooming roses, at this boy who loved him with all his heart…

He bent down, cupped Leng Keyan’s face, and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Go take a shower. I’ll wait for you.”