When The Male Supporting Actor Bend The Male Lead

Five years later, RongTeng Technology was already the top listed company in the country, and Feng Yangao had also become a hot business figure.

Feng Yangao was the golden son-in-law in the hearts of all women to be married. He was rich and powerful, a gentleman and handsome, not inferior to the foreign duke and prince who had adhered to etiquette since childhood. Such a man, but he had never admitted to the object of his relationship and there was no scandal. How many women had tried their best to get involved with Feng Yangao.

It was unknown what’s the matter, Feng Yangao didn’t do that kind of thing. Every day he was the same. Except for business gatherings where he needed to bring a female companion, there were no women around him at all.

On this day, Feng Yangao still got off work as usual. He expressed condolences to the employees who needed to work overtime. After saying goodbye to the employees enthusiastically, he drove on a straight road. This was the way home, very familiar, the scenery was very monotonous. Suddenly, the red light in front of him lit up, but his car turned slightly. Instead of going home, he changed direction and drifted away.

The car stopped in front of a high-end dessert shop. Feng Yangao got out of the car and walked into the dessert shop. Twenty minutes later, he walked out with a box of cakes, then got in the car and went home.

The destination was an ordinary two-story villa, one of the coastal villas in a high-end residential area. This was Feng Yangao’s home.

From the moment he entered the door, Feng Yangao’s aura changed. The nerves were no longer tight and the constant defense were taken off. He changed his shoes and the corners of his mouth were filled with a warm smile which softened his angular facial features.

Carrying the cake, Feng Yangao went upstairs and came to the door of a room. After knocking on the door lightly, he opened the door.

The scene inside did not change much from when he left in the morning. The meal he left there in the morning was still there and the meal that the assistant brought in at noon had not been touched. There was a person sitting in silence by the bed, feeling Feng Yangao’s arrival, he didn’t move at all.

“Why don’t you eat?” Feng Yangao’s voice carried a hidden sulk, but he didn’t snap.

“How long are you going to keep me here?” The other party did not answer him, but asked another question.

Feng Yangao paused as he approached and said with a smile: “Wait for me to get your new identity…”

“It’s been five years and it hasn’t been done yet, huh.”

The other party’s mocking tone made Feng Yangao’s face swell, and finally, unwilling anger made him explode.

“Why don’t you want to stay here? Am I not good to you? Or are you lacking something?” He put the cake he had bought with joy heavily on the table, “’Qi Yan’ is dead!””

As the words fell, the surroundings fell into silence, extremely terrifying.

The figure finally trembled and then slowly stood up from the side of the bed, turning around with a figure that was about the same height as Feng Yangao, and looking at Feng Yangao with foggy eyes.

“I used to think that you were just a shrewd person who calculated everything and never missed it. Now that I think about it, you are nothing more than that.”

“Feng Yangao, five years ago, I accepted all your jokes, except for this one.”

“You killed ‘Qi Yan’ and asked me to be a soulless walking corpse and stay with you obediently?”

“You, why do you want me to stay with you?”

Sentence by sentence, like a sharp sword, poked at Feng Yangao’s heart.

In the past five years, except for the beginning, Feng Yangao had never given Qi Yan a formal explanation, even the sentence “I love you” was said hastily.

Qi Yan felt that Feng Yangao didn’t love him.

The desire for exclusivity overshadowed all worldly morals and Feng Yangao didn’t know when he started to plan all this.

In five years, how Qi Yan lived, Feng Yangao lived.

Feng Yangao was silent, a certain three words seemed to weigh a thousand catties, stuck in his throat, making him speechless.

At this moment, he was also confused.

Every time they met; they sepparated unhappily. Every time they talked; Feng Yangao had nothing to say.

In the dark, Qi Yan sat there, looking at the cake from the corner of his eye, feeling infinitely bitter in his heart.

Today was Qi Yan’s birthday.

Since that day, Feng Yangao had not been back for three days.

Every time, the assistant was asked to deliver food to Qi Yan. Every meal, every meal, at a fixed time, she was never late.

In fact, Qi Yan ate only a few mouthfuls, which was not as good as a man’s ordinary meal. The assistant looked at Qi Yan’s increasingly thin face several times, hesitantly wanted to say something, but finally sighed under Qi Yan’s indifferent expression.

One night a few days later, the assistant helped Feng Yangao back, drunk and unconscious.

Before leaving, the assistant told Qi Yan that even if he was angry, please take good care of him for one night.

Qi Yan looked coldly at Feng Yangao who was put down on his bed and shouted ‘Qi Yan’ in a daze.

“Water…I want to drink water…”

Qi Yan paused, then poured a glass of water, picked up his upper body, and fed him some warm water.

Just as he was about to retreat, his hand was suddenly held vigorously. Qi Yan struggled, but did not break free.

“Don’t go……”

Feng Yangao’s voice was faintly pleading.

“I was wrong…”

“Don’t go… I’ll give you whatever you want.”

His words seemed to be contained in his mouth and he couldn’t hear them if he didn’t listen carefully.

But Qi Yan still heard it clearly.

He pursed his lips, there was mockery in his tone, he sneered, and said faintly: “Let me go.”

The room fell into silence, a deathly silence.

Qi Yan hung his head and found that Feng Yangao seemed to be asleep, his long and even breath was gently sprayed on Qi Yan’s hand.

“Sure enough……”

With a self-deprecating laugh, Qi Yan broke free from the hand held by Feng Yangao, walked to the table, and put down the water cup.

Every time he walked around; the sound of chains would follow.

For five years, this room was all he had.

Sitting on the sofa by the window, Qi Yan stared at the stars in the night, not knowing what to think.

After a while, he was also attacked by drowsiness and slowly closed his eyes.

In a trance, the sparse voice reached his ears.

Accompanied by a sigh, a silent and desolate syllable suddenly sounded.

“Good.”

When Qi Yan woke up the next day, Feng Yangao had already disappeared.

Then came another month or so, Qi Yan had never seen Feng Yangao again.

This time… He must had really given up, right? What about him? Did he have to be locked up here for the rest of his life?

No matter what, it will be a sad end.

When Qi Yan thought he was trapped in this room for the rest of his life and was desperate, that day, the assistant came.

She unlocked the chain on Qi Yan’s feet and gave him a document. Qi Yan opened it. Inside was his ID card and household registration book. The details on it were the same as he was five years ago.

He raised his head in surprise, but saw the assistant sister smiling helplessly.

“The president has prepared it a long time ago, but he hasn’t given it to you.”

“Maybe he is also waiting for a hope and an opportunity.”

“It was announced that you were persecuted by the president’s cousin, so you faked your death to protect your friends and family around you. The police have already approved it and you are back to your original life, Qi Yan.”

“I’m sorry, it’s been five years of hard work for you.”

“But the president really…”

“Well, maybe you don’t want to hear it, but tell you a good thing, you can leave.”

“Leave completely…”

……

Standing outside, feeling the fresh air, he stretched out his hand to touch the sunshine, only to find that the sun outside the window he had been sitting on the floor longing for was so dazzling.

He didn’t feel happy at all……

But life had to continue, Qi Yan touched the famous brand clothing on his body, thought for a while, and got on the bus to Wen Ruo’s house.

What he was most worried about was Wen Xin’s body. That woman, with her original sincere love, gave him the only warmth in his childhood.

No one can replace it.

Arriving at the family’s building, Qi Yan hesitated in front of the door, not knowing if he should knock on the door. He put down his raised hand many times and then raised it again. Just as he was hesitating, the door of the room was suddenly opened from the inside, a woman was leading a child and was about to go out.

When she saw him, the woman was dumbfounded.

Qi Yan looked at the woman carefully. Even if time changed, whether it was Qi Yan in the past or Qi Yan now, he would never forget this person.

——Wen Ruo.

“…Brother XiaoYan?”

The woman’s trembling voice was full of disbelief.

Qi Yan looked at her indifferently and finally nodded.

“…is it really Brother XiaoYan?!” Wen Ruo suddenly raised her voice, she let go of the child she was holding, and rushed up to hug Qi Yan, “Brother XiaoYan…I knew you would definitely be fine! I knew…my mother…my mother… was still talking about you when she was dying…”

The woman wept bitterly in a low voice and what she said made Qi Yan choke.

“Auntie… is dead?”

“My mother’s health was getting worse day by day. She always talks to me about you… But there is no way. Your boss also helped us and asked the best doctor, but…it just wasn’t enough…”

Wen Ruo’s crying made Qi Yan’s eyes red and the tip of his nose sour. He endured it, patted Wen Ruo lightly on the shoulder, and then used gentle force to push her away from his arms.

“Are you…okay?” Qi Yan’s voice was a little hoarse and the tears he held back made his throat hurt.

“En.” Wen Ruo nodded, “Ning Jin and I are married… we are doing well. Today is my birthday… I will take the child back to see…” Speaking of this, she couldn’t help but shed tears again.

Looking at her appearance, Qi Yan couldn’t help but change the subject. He turned his head sideways and looked at the little boy who was looking at him outside. The light flashing in his big eyes was exactly the same as Ning Jin and he was the master who didn’t suffer. Qi Yan squatted down and beckoned to the little boy, “Come here.”

The little boy looked at him, walked over, and said loudly, “I recognize you! You are in my family’s photo album!”

Qi Yan’s depressed mood seemed to shine into a beam of light, he chuckled and said, “Why is it in the photo album?”

“You have taken pictures with my mom; you have taken pictures with my dad too… you have also taken pictures with my grandma…” The little boy finished speaking, walked over and took Wen Ruo’s hand, “Mom, Grandma said he is my uncle…”

Wen Ruo wiped away tears and smiled: “Yes, he is Mom’s brother, that is, your uncle. Our XiaoHao are so smart, did you learn it in kindergarten?”

“Yes!”

Children would be very happy when they are praised. For a while, he became a chatterbox and told Qi Yan all the interesting things he had experienced in kindergarten.

During this period, Qi Yan hastily explained to Wen Ruo about his ‘fake death’. Wen Ruo nodded, thinking it was acceptable, and had to take Qi Yan home to surprise Ning Jin.

When they walked downstairs, dusk had already fallen, and the dim yellow sky seemed to indicate something.

Not far from the corner of the main street, a familiar stretch of Lincoln car was parked.

Qi Yan was surprised. He thought for a while, declined Wen Ruo’s invitation, and gave her a new phone number at her repeated requests.

Seeing Wen Ruo leave with the child, Qi Yan pursed his lips and turned to walk towards the Lincoln car.

In front of the car, a man leaned there with his back to the sun.

Seeing Qi Yan coming over, the man hooked his lips and raised a perfect arc.

“Mr. Qi Yan.”

Hearing the sound, Qi Yan was startled and stopped in his tracks.

As the man walked forward, the shadows mapped by the dusk disappeared, revealing the face that Qi Yan was too familiar to be familiar with anymore.

Under Qi Yan’s bland gaze, he stretched out his hand, his voice came from a distant place, low but pleasant, like a cello playing a serenade, wonderful and melodious.

“Excuse me, can I pursue you?”

Come again, pursue again.

For these five years, what I owe you, let spend this life to pay back.

I want to respect your choice, so……

Excuse me, can I pursue you?

The setting sun gradually set and the orange-yellow dusk had become red.

Standing face to face, the man’s outstretched hand did not shake at all, just like this, waiting for the other hand.

The night wind seemed to start to hustle and bustle and a gust of cold wind passed by, making Qi Yan shrink back.

Looking at the hand that did not flinch in the slightest, Qi Yan turned around and took a step forward.

In terms of desolation, the evening breeze is even worse.

“Yes.”

On people’s heart……

Feng Yang Ao’s heart, at this time, was the warmest.