Chapter 143: Everyone Has the Right to Love Another Person
The dinner concluded in an atmosphere that was lively yet subtly charged.
Wang Li stood up to clear the bowls and dishes, while Li Yu and Jiang Lin scrambled to help her. Their movements were twice as fast as usual, clearly trying to use the chores to cover up their awkward embarrassment from moments before. Little Yu was just as sensible, picking up a rag to wipe down the dining table.
Chu Yang leaned back in his chair with deep satisfaction, rubbing his full belly and letting out a contented sigh. “Sister Wang’s cooking really just keeps getting better… That braised pork was incredible!”
Jiang Jue stood up, casually ruffling Chu Yang’s soft hair. “Come on. Let’s go outside for a walk to digest.”
The two stepped out of the villa side by side.
The night was deep, yet the summer heat had barely dissipated. They walked along the quiet path without speaking, their soft footsteps echoing in the silence.
Chu Yang suddenly came to a halt. Looking up at the sparse, glittering stars scattered across the sky, he turned to gaze at Jiang Jue’s side profile, etched sharply in the pale moonlight.
“Brother Jiang…” Chu Yang began, his voice sounding soft and thoughtful in the still night. “Why do you think… Lin Xiao fell for Su Mubai?”
Pausing, he nudged a loose pebble with the toe of his sneaker, watching it roll into the grass along the path.
“We spent so much time together on the road, so how did I completely miss it?” His brow furrowed in genuine confusion. “Besides… they’re both guys. What one has, the other has too…”
He really couldn’t wrap his head around it. Lin Xiao was good-looking, and Su Mubai was handsome too, but… why? Why would Lin Xiao fall for a man instead of a gentle, delicate girl?
Jiang Jue stopped as well, turning to face him directly.
The moonlight fell behind Jiang Jue, casting half of his chiseled face into shadow and making his sharp features seem even deeper, while his dark eyes shone brightly, reflecting Chu Yang’s silhouette.
“Yangyang,” Jiang Jue said, his voice calm, steady, and clear in the evening breeze. “In this world, everyone has the right to love someone. That right doesn’t belong exclusively to men and women.”
His gaze was profound, as if trying to look straight into Chu Yang’s heart. “When you meet the right person, gender, status, labels—none of those external things matter anymore. What matters is…”
He paused, carefully weighing his words, his tone growing slower and deeper. “Whether that person is the one your heart has chosen. Whether they make you feel that, in this lifetime, you only want them, and no one else could ever compare.”
Chu Yang looked up at Jiang Jue, momentarily stunned.
It wasn’t just the words themselves—though they stirred a wave of thoughts in his mind—it was the fact that Jiang Jue had spoken so much in a single breath, with such intense focus and gravity. In his memory, Jiang Jue had always been a man of few words and decisive actions, emotionally guarded, and rarely given to expressing his inner philosophy so openly.
“Then… Brother Jiang,” Chu Yang asked, his voice softening unconsciously, “do you support them?”
Jiang Jue held his gaze without flinching. “Why wouldn’t I? Feelings are their own affair. They’re drawn to each other and have chosen each other. That is their right and their freedom. No one else has any business interfering.”
With that, Jiang Jue took a small step forward.
The space between them shrank instantly, close enough for Chu Yang to catch the clean, fresh scent lingering from Jiang Jue’s shower and feel the faint warmth of his breath brushing against his brow.
Jiang Jue locked eyes with him. Those usually unshakeable eyes were swirling with an intense, complex storm of emotion, harboring an almost imperceptible edge of nervous tension deep within.
“What about you, Yangyang?” Jiang Jue’s voice dropped lower, his words slow and deliberate. “Do you find it… repulsive? Disgusting?”
As he asked, the fingers hanging at Jiang Jue’s sides curled into tight fists, his nails digging into his palms as he stared unblinkingly at Chu Yang, waiting for the verdict.
“Repulsive? Disgusting?” Chu Yang repeated the words, giving the question earnest thought.
Shaking his head, his brow relaxed. “Of course not,” he replied with absolute certainty. “Lin Xiao and Su Mubai are our brothers. Besides… seeing them together doesn’t feel any different from before. Lin Xiao is still loud and energetic, and Su Mubai is still calm and gentle.”
He paused and met Jiang Jue’s eyes, his own gaze clear and open. “Actually, you’re right. As long as they’re happy and feel it’s worth it, that’s all that matters. In a world like this, where no one knows if they’ll live to see tomorrow, why overthink it? Being happy is the only thing that counts.”
Jiang Jue listened in silence, the rigid tension in his shoulders slowly melting away.
He looked at Chu Yang with an unreadable, deep expression that held relief, gentle fondness, and something far deeper. Reaching out, his warm palm lightly ruffled Chu Yang’s hair once again. “Mm. It’s good… that you see it that way.”
“Hey, Brother Jiang! If you have something to say, just say it! Stop messing with my hair!” Snapping out of the solemn mood, Chu Yang wrinkled his nose and ducked away from Jiang Jue’s hand, hastily smoothing down the back of his head. “I actually took time to style it before we left! You’ve ruined it completely!”
He grumbled under his breath with familiar, playful petulance, spinning around and hopping a few quick paces ahead to put some distance between them.
Jiang Jue remained standing where he was, watching Chu Yang’s retreating back.
The silvery moonlight traced Chu Yang’s lean, lively silhouette, the evening breeze lightly tossing the loose strands across his forehead. The curve on Jiang Jue’s lips widened, the last trace of guarded hesitation in his eyes dissolving completely into a tender, resolute smile.
He didn’t rush to catch up, simply trailing a few paces behind at a relaxed stride, his gaze never leaving that familiar figure.
Meanwhile, along a path on the other side of the courtyard, Lin Xiao and Su Mubai walked side by side.
Lin Xiao’s eyes drifted uncontrollably toward the man beside him.
The cool moonlight washed over Su Mubai, outlining his handsome features in soft silver. His long eyelashes curled gently, the bridge of his nose was straight and clean, and his thin lips were pressed into a faint, neutral line. He still carried that serene, detached composure, yet he looked so striking that it was impossible to look away.
Lin Xiao’s gaze unconsciously traced the smooth curve of Su Mubai’s jaw, skimmed past the slight contour of his throat, and finally settled on the hand swinging loosely at his side.
Even in the dim light, Su Mubai’s hand looked slender and fair, the knuckles well-defined and elegantly shaped.
Lin Xiao found himself thinking: How can Su Mubai’s hands be so attractive? Why did I never notice before?
In fact… it seemed every single thing about him was captivating—his eyes, his side profile, his hands.
Once the thought took root, an irresistible impulse surged from deep within his chest.
Swinging his arm casually as if by accident, Lin Xiao tentatively let the outer edge of his hand brush against the cool skin on the back of Su Mubai’s hand.
Warmth met coolness for a fleeting second before they pulled apart.
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