Pure Love ( Completed)

Weiying went to school for teaching, as usual. That day, he found a new student sitting at the back of the classroom. The boy had joined in the middle of the semester. Weiying approached him with a friendly smile. "Hi , I’m Weiying, your teacher. And you are?" Weiying greeted him warmly. "Lan Wangji," the boy replied quietly, with a respectful nod. Days passed, and Weiying and Wangji had little interaction, mostly just as teacher and student. Wangji was reserved, never speaking unless necessary. However, one evening, as Wangji was heading home, he saw a man aggressively grabbing Weiying's arm, insisting he come with him. "Let me go!" Weiying demanded, his voice trembling with frustration. The man sneered. "You know you have to come, Weiying. You’re going to marry me, whether you like it or not." Before Weiying could respond, Wangji stormed up and shoved the man away from him. "Get your hands off him," Wangji said firmly, his voice cold and full of authority. The man, startled, glared at Wangji. "Who are you to interfere?" he spat, shoving Wangji back. Without another word, Wangji threw a punch, knocking the man to the ground. Weiying gasped and ran forward, pulling Wangji away. "Stop! Stop it, Wangji! Don’t do this!" The man stumbled to his feet, wiping blood from his lip. "You’re going to regret this," he growled. "I’m Meng Yao, Weiying’s fiancé!" Wangji froze. He looked at Weiying, confused, as if waiting for an explanation. Weiying nodded, his face flushed with embarrassment. "It’s true," he whispered. Wangji’s jaw clenched. "So what if you’re his fiancé?" Wangji replied, his voice dangerously calm. "That doesn’t give you the right to treat him like that." Without another word, Wangji turned and left. Weiying stood there, watching him go, his heart pounding with a mixture of emotions. That night, he went home and confronted his father. "I don’t want to marry Meng Yao!" Weiying declared, his voice trembling with determination. His father frowned. "You have to, Weiying. This was arranged when you were just a child. It’s already decided." "But I don’t love him!" Weiying protested, tears welling up in his eyes. His father’s face softened but remained firm. "Sometimes, love isn’t everything. This is what’s best for our family." Weiying left the room, feeling more trapped than ever. Days passed, and he found himself thinking more and more about Wangji. One day, after school, heavy rain poured from the sky, and Weiying struggled to find transportation. Just as he was about to give up, Wangji appeared on his bicycle, drenched from head to toe. "Need a ride?" Wangji offered, his usual calm demeanor slightly warmer than usual. Weiying hesitated. "I... I’m fine." "You’re soaking wet, and it’s late. Come on, I’ll give you a ride," Wangji insisted. Reluctantly, Weiying agreed. He climbed onto the back of the bicycle, clutching Wangji’s waist tightly as they rode through the rain. The downpour softened to a light drizzle, and the ride felt strangely peaceful. Weiying found himself smiling despite everything. As the rain picked up again, they stopped in front of a small stall and hurried inside for shelter. Both were drenched, their clothes sticking to their skin. They ordered tea and sat together in silence, the tension between them palpable. Wangji broke the silence first. "We’ll wait here until the rain stops." Weiying nodded, still too shy to speak. As they sipped their tea, an unexpected warmth filled the air. Both were smiling, and for the first time, Weiying felt at ease around Wangji. He couldn’t help but notice how his heart fluttered when Wangji was near. From that day on, Weiying found himself smiling more, feeling lighter whenever he saw Wangji. He became more cheerful, and even his colleague, Jiang Cheng, noticed. "You’re awfully smiley these days," Jiang Cheng teased. "Did you fall in love or something?" That night, Weiying lay in bed, replaying Jiang Cheng’s words in his mind. Love? Could it be...? Suddenly, it hit him like a ton of bricks. I’ve fallen in love with Wangji. His heart sank. "No... this isn’t right," he whispered to himself, shaking his head. "I can’t love him. It’s wrong." From that moment, Weiying began to avoid Wangji. Whenever Wangji approached him with questions, Weiying dismissed him quickly. "You can figure it out on your own," he would say coldly. After a while, Wangji stopped coming to him. Weiying noticed Wangji spending more time with other students, particularly a boy named Huaisang. Weiying’s heart ached every time he saw Wangji with Huaisang, laughing and talking easily. Sometimes, he cried alone, unable to bear the sight of the man he loved being close to someone else. His feelings grew stronger, and he realized he couldn’t stay any longer. One day, Weiying resigned from his job and left the city, returning to live with his father in a small village. Months passed, and Weiying’s wedding to Meng Yao approached. He wasn’t happy, but he had accepted his fate. The day of the wedding arrived, and Weiying sat in his room, dressed in his wedding attire, feeling utterly defeated. Jiang Cheng visited him before the ceremony. "You look... miserable," he commented, half-joking. Weiying forced a smile. "I’m fine." They talked for a while, and Weiying couldn’t resist asking, "How is everyone at the college?" Jiang Cheng hesitated. "Wen Qing misses you, and Sizhuhi was sad for a while, but he’s doing better now." Weiying nodded, but the question that burned in his mind slipped out. "What about... Wangji?" Jiang Cheng’s face darkened. "Something strange happened. Wangji and Huaisang left the college on the same day. No one knows why." Weiying’s heart shattered. Wangji... and Huaisang? He closed his eyes, trying to bear the pain. Just then, his father called from outside. "Weiying, it’s time. Let’s go, we’re getting late." Weiying nodded and walked with Jiang Cheng toward the altar. Meng Yao stood there with a smug smile. Tears welled up in Weiying’s eyes as he took his place beside him. The priest began the ceremony, reciting vows, but Weiying barely heard a word. His mind was consumed with thoughts of Wangji. suddenly, a commotion broke out at the entrance. A man came running in, shouting, "The police are here! They’re here to arrest someone!" "What’s going on?" Fengmin, demanded, rushing toward the officers. The ceremony was stoped as Weiying stood frozen in place. Moments later, the police entered the hall, followed by a familiar figure. "We’re here to arrest Mr. Meng Yao," one officer announced. Meng Yao paled. "Why? What for?" "You’ve committed two serious crimes," a voice called out from the back of the room. The crowd parted, and there stood Lan Wangji, dressed in a police uniform. Weiying’s eyes filled with tears as he looked at him in disbelief. Wangji walked toward the stage, his voice steady. "First, you’ve sold innocent people for money. And second, you’re trying to marry the person I love." Weiying gasped as Wangji reached the altar and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Yes, Weiying," Wangji whispered. "I love you. I’m sorry for being late, but I’m here now." Weiying’s tears fell freely. "You... you’re not lying, right?" "No, my dear. I’m not." Wangji gently kissed Weiying on the forehead. "Let’s get married instead." At that moment, Fengmin, furious and shocked, rushed toward Wangji. "You can’t do this! This wedding has been arranged for years! You have no right to interfere!" Wangji’s expression hardened, but his voice remained calm. "You, Fengmin, have no right to force anyone into a marriage they don’t want." Fengmin glared at Wangji. "And what gives you the right? Just because you’re wearing a uniform doesn’t mean you can disrespect our family like this!" Wangji stood tall and firm. "My right comes from the fact that Weiying is not an object for you to control. He deserves to choose his own happiness, and I’ll make sure he gets that." Fengmin stepped forward, his voice dripping with anger. "You dare speak to me like that? You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. This marriage will happen whether you like it or not." Wangji’s eyes flashed with determination. "I’m not afraid of you, Fengmin. I’ve uncovered your son in low ’s crimes, and I won’t let him marry the person I love. You should be more concerned about where Meng Yao will end up after his arrest." Fengmin sputtered, unable to form a response. Wangji turned to him one last time, his voice cold and resolute. "Weiying isn’t going to marry Meng Yao. He’s coming with me." Weiying, still stunned, found his voice. "Yes," he said softly, but firmly. "I choose to go with Wangji." Wangji looked at Feng min one last time and added, "You can live here with the regret of what you’ve done. You forced my Weiying into this wedding, but it won’t happen. From now on, he’s mine."