Don’t Wait for Your Boyfriend in the Crematorium

 

Jiang Qingyue had secretly loved his young master for many years.

 

The young master’s temperament, his way of doing things, his mischievousness—everything he did was adorable in Jiang Qingyue’s eyes.

 

Since he was thirteen or fourteen, Jiang Qingyue had fantasized about the scene where Ren Shuhan would confess his feelings to him. At first, it was purely a fantasy without any expectations, with a background of a sky of azure blue and an endless sea of flowers, or fireworks blooming in the night sky and a deserted beach—basically, as extravagant as it could be, because it was impossible.

 

But later, he discovered that his young master wasn’t very straightforward. Even accidental touches would have an impact…

 

So his fantasies gradually became a part of his daily life, incorporating places like empty classrooms after school, the small grove beside the dormitory, or the communal bathroom at home. He even added some not-so-appropriate scenes, like secretly holding hands under the desk or being pinned against the wall for a kiss—things they could achieve if they tried a little harder.

 

Then, he realized that the young master’s intentions were quite obvious, yet he still didn’t say it.

 

During their adolescence, girls would flock to Ren Shuhan and confess their feelings, innocent or seductive, underclassmen or upperclassmen—there were all types of beautiful girls. There was even a sick little sister1Basically a yandere or a stalker who tried to stalk him, although Ren Shuhan took care of them all. But Jiang Qingyue was a little anxious.

 

Should he take the initiative to confess?

 

But the young master didn’t make it clear, so there must be a reason. Therefore, Jiang Qingyue endured and didn’t bring it up.

 

He endured for so many years, and his secret love became a habit.

 

As they grew older, their academic workload became more demanding, and naturally, he developed certain indescribable needs. The young master had the same needs, and their intimacy grew stronger. It gave Jiang Qingyue the idea that “maybe we don’t need a confession, and it’s sweet to go with the flow like this,” just like an old married couple. There was nothing wrong with that, until that night on Ren Shuhan’s birthday in the second semester of their freshman year…

 

“To be honest, my memory has been faulty since that time,” Ren Shuhan explained feebly. “You’ve suffered because of me all these years.”

 

It wasn’t exactly a lie, but he felt reluctant to say that.

 

Jiang Qingyue shook his head and said, “It doesn’t matter, I… I’m really happy now.”

 

There had been moments of doubt and disappointment, sleepless nights spent wondering.

 

One late night during their junior year, Jiang Qingyue couldn’t resist calling Ren Shuhan after having a drink alone.

 

He asked, Young Master, I can’t find something. Did you accidentally take it with you when you left?

 

Ren Shuhan had long since moved out of the house they used to live in together, using the excuse of “poor self-control and not wanting to disturb Jiang Qingyue.” But Jiang Qingyue hadn’t moved a single thing. The chairs remained in the same position as when Ren Shuhan left. When he made the call, Jiang Qingyue slumped on the couch, watching everything in silence, waiting for Ren Shuhan’s response.

 

He waited for a long time, and Ren Shuhan’s breath was distinctly audible in the night, as if he deliberately prolonged the call.

 

“What did you lose?” After a lengthy silence, Ren Shuhan’s voice sounded somewhat hoarse.

 

Jiang Qingyue casually glanced around, and under the influence of alcohol, he swept all the books off the coffee table, making a loud noise. He heard Ren Shuhan’s panicked voice on the other end of the phone, asking what happened. Jiang Qingyue then replied. It’s nothing. I found it, a notebook.

 

In the end, he said, sorry for bothering you, Young Master. Good night.

 

After hanging up, he made a decision. He would try harder. Even if he couldn’t win Ren Shuhan’s heart, he would still cherish him. Because he realized he didn’t know if he was still loved, he only knew that he still loved him.

 

Not even two days after that call, Jiang Qingyue received a large box of notebooks, and he couldn’t help but laugh and cry as he stored them away in a cabinet.

 

He didn’t know how he managed to hold back from confessing. He didn’t know what Ren Shuhan meant by continuously giving him hope. He didn’t understand why there seemed to be an invisible barrier between them, why they even argued at the graduation party. Everything that followed seemed natural but also eerie, until he returned home and met Gu Weici, learning about his relationship with Ren Shuhan. That eerie feeling reached its peak.

 

It shouldn’t have been like this.

 

There was someone else by the young master’s side, young and handsome, full of vitality. Something he had never even considered happened, and it was so unreal that he couldn’t believe it. But the jealousy was real, and so was the pain.

 

Unrealistic fantasies faded away, and even the more grounded ones became unrealistic. Being confessed to became a dream he had put on a shelf.

 

But now, after hearing Ren Shuhan’s confession, he was only briefly surprised. It was as if everything had finally fallen back into place. The feeling of relief made him want to cry, but the years of accumulated anxiety in his memory made it difficult for him to relax.

 

“It’s okay, I’m really happy,” Jiang Qingyue repeated, comforting himself at the same time.

 

If it’s because the young master has amnesia, then it would make sense.

 

Jiang Qingyue caressed Ren Shuhan’s back and said, “It’s good that you’ve recovered.”

 

However, Ren Shuhan felt quite uncomfortable. He hugged Jiang Qingyue tightly, almost gasping for breath, and gritted his teeth, saying, “No, this confession is too rushed. I haven’t given you the gift I prepared for a long time. It’s meaningful, and if I had remembered it earlier, we would have been together long ago. Now I should compensate you even more.”

 

Jiang Qingyue tilted his head: “A gift?”

 

Although Ren Shuhan had prepared for a long time, he still hadn’t decided yet…

 

Ren Shuhan found himself in a difficult situation. He reached behind his back with his right hand, summoning the system to bring him a bouquet of flowers.

 

System: “…Host, are you sure?”

 

Ren Shuhan: What else should I do? You can’t come up with a better idea either!

 

So Jiang Qingyue watched as Ren Shuhan pulled out a bouquet of flowers magically and stuffed them into his own arms.

 

“….Th-thank you, Young Master =口=.”

 

There didn’t seem to be much surprise, only shock.

 

“No, I…” Ren Shuhan was still anxious. He ruffled Jiang Qingyue’s hair and glanced behind him, saying, “After we finish filming, I will find a suitable time to tell you again in a serious manner.”

 

Just now, it was an impulsive confession from Ren Shuhan. His ears still felt warm, so he rubbed Jiang Qingyue’s head and gave him a few more kisses before rushing out to continue filming.

 

My baby must think I’m acting inexplicably… Ren Shuhan felt confused and helpless. It was the first time he realized that he might be someone with a love-struck brain. But he also felt that his sweetheart was so adorable, and he couldn’t blame himself. The afternoon scenes were filmed without much enthusiasm, relying on the system to cheat and act on his behalf. His mind had already flown back home, thinking about how to save today’s confession.

 

Then, after a couple of days, the filming for the movie finally ended. Ren Shuhan was the first to escape from the set and instructed the system to use its superpowers to clear the race course at home and replace it with a field of flowers. He took Jiang Qingyue by the hand and went there.

 

System: “…”

 

I know what you want to say! Ren Shuhan instructed the system to arrange hydrogen balloons and set up a tree with “I Love U” spelled out in flowers, just like the pictures and videos you showed me before, right? But it’s actually different because here it represents the love and sincerity that I’ve pondered over for several weeks… Okay, I can’t make it up any more.

 

Various methods of proposing have been used to the point of exhaustion. There’s really no fresh idea left!

 

Although he held the almighty system in his hands, Ren Shuhan didn’t feel invincible. On the contrary, he was quite nervous. Only when he was holding Jiang Qingyue’s hand and looking into his eyes could he find peace.

 

It’s okay, relax, don’t be nervous. Ren Shuhan looked at him and thought, he really likes me a lot.

 

 

 

I think that this is the first novel I’ve read where the host can use the system to summon things on a whim? I did read novels where the MC could summon things after buying them from a system’s reward shop, but this is quite new! I can’t help but wonder how it’ll play like in the future ( ~*-*)~

 

1Basically a yandere or a stalker