I’ll Still Love You Even if You’re a Man 2, Chapter 147: If only it were that simple.

I’ll Still Love You Even if You’re a Man 2 《你是男的我也爱》Ni Shi Nan De Wo Ye Ai
I’ll Still Love You Even if You’re a Man 2, Chapter 147: If only it were that simple.

What do you take me for? Mai Ding wanted to hear the answer to this question but he didn't wait for it, An-Ziyan seemed to be waiting for him to leave, Mai Ding laughed, went out and slammed the door. When he touched his lips in the cab, he found blood on his hands, did he bleed himself? Mai Ding wiped the blood on his pants. He had no idea that his hand had pushed the healing wounds back into place.

Fan Shaojun, who was the first to return to the PR Department, knocked on An-Ziyan's office door, “Yan, I brought you some food.” When no one answered, Guo Ping and the others came up, Fan Shaojun opened the door and found An-Ziyan standing in front of the window.

“Yan?” Fan Shaojun softly called An-Ziyan's name, An-Ziyan turned around, Fan Shaojun dropped something in his hand and screamed, Guo Ping and the others rushed in, “What's wrong?”

“Blood, blood, blood, blood!” Like a heroine in a horror movie, Fan Shaojun shuddered and pointed at An-Ziyan. Only then did Guo Ping see the bloodstains on An-Ziyan's shirt, which was covered by his jacket, showing through the buttons.

“Is everything okay?” asked Guo Ping.

“It's okay, you guys get out.”

Guo Ping glanced at the blood that was still spreading: “But...”

“Don't make a fuss about it.”

“Well, call us if you need anything.” An-Ziyan waved his hand and the others went out without worry. Guo Ping's phone rang and it was Mai Ding: “Why are you calling me.”

Mai Ding used his usual tone, "Master, you ask An-Ziyan for that I am going to take a few days off, so I won't be coming in for a while, so please let them know.”

“I told you you were gone at noon, you were on leave, by the way, when did you ask for leave from Yan.”

“Yesterday, yesterday.”

“I was going to ask you but I guess you didn't see it either.”

“See what?”

“It's okay... Nothing, it's nothing, you must be on leave to go out with women again, so have fun.” Guo Ping was about to stop talking since Yan doesn't want to talk about it, he'd better not spread it around.

“Yes, well, goodbye master.”

“Bye bye.”

Mai Ding, who hung up the phone, frowned and touched his hand to his lips, even talking hurt, he sat on a park bench, sliding his phone, that's what it felt like to be abandoned, he left to be kept, when several times, it was An-Ziyan who really wanted him to go.

The phone was accumulating messages from both of them and Mai Ding was scrolling down from the top of the page.

[Get after work]

[By the way, what do I call you?]

[Boring crap.]

[Watch your hands, get too close to the side.]

Tears fell on the screen and he wiped them away with his arm, saying to himself, “Boys shouldn't cry so much and I can't cry anymore, because I'm a boy and I'm not like girls and there are a lot of things that boys can't do and can't do. His fingers stopped and Mai Ding didn't have the courage to read any further, remembering his feelings with each entry.

Why are you doing this to me? What do you have to do to me to make me hate you?

Did you pick up the ring? Do you put it back on your ring finger when you pick it up?

When will Mai Ding get an answer to his question.

Except for the not-so-obvious bloodstains on An-Ziyan's shirt, everything was normal and no one suspected anything as An-Ziyan handled the PR Department without a single flaw, because An-Ziyan looked not only normal but also perfect.

After work, An-Ziyan stopped a car in front of him after he walked out of the office, Uncle Fu pressed down the window: “Ji Meng met you in the elevator and said you were strange.”

“What's that woman's eyes made of?” An-Ziyan got into the car, lowered the seat back, rested his hands on his head. Moving without purpose, the wind blowing into the car ruffled An-Ziyan's collar, his eyes closed, Uncle Fu turned down the music with one hand.

“The Mai Ding thing?”

“Mmmh.”

“He'll get over it with a little coaxing.”

“If it could be that simple.”

“How complicated will it be...” An-Ziyan opened his eyes, "I've lost control several times already and it's getting worse, if I keep going like this, even if I can make him feel better now, what if I hurt him every time I lose control?” Uncle Fu knew what An-Ziyan meant by “out of control”, he had witnessed it once, when An-Ziyan and Cui were in a cab, An-Ziyan couldn't even stop himself.

“So you want to keep your distance from him.”

“Keep a distance?” The corner of An-Ziyan's mouth changed shape, he couldn't tell if it was a bitter smile or a sneer, he looked out the window, “What do I want to do?”

His breathing became lighter and lighter and he slowly closed his eyes: “Nah, leave that guy, I can't last much longer.”

Maybe it is because he's never heard such words before but Uncle Fu looked at An-Ziyan, he suddenly slams on the brakes, unbuttons An-Ziyan's suit jacket and frowned, “Are you kidding me.” He made a phone call and put the pedal to the metal.

“Doctor, it's me. Please come to An's house.” Uncle Fu thought An-Ziyan had fainted but he heard an indifferent voice: “Why did you call the doctor?”

“Come on, don't talk now.”

The old doctor, who had been treating An-Ziyan for many years for minor aches and pains, tensed up and said, “How did you do that? The wound is infected. I'll take care of your wound now, it might hurt a bit.” An-Ziyan's face was expressionless and he held his hands on his face and when the doctor was finished, he gave An-Ziyan a stern warning before leaving.

“Nagging.” An-Ziyan put on the jacket Uncle Fu handed over, Uncle Fu stood to the side: “After all, he and the old man were comrades, it's normal that he cares about you, the old man told many people to take good care of you before he died.” An-Ziyan glanced at Uncle Fu, “You're doing this on purpose.”

“I am.” Uncle Fu admitted calmly, An-Ziyan put his hand on the banister and said as he walked up the stairs: “Then you, get him from under that stone and I'll thank him in person.” 

Uncle Fu looked at An-Ziyan and couldn't say anything.



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