Chapter 13: No One Cares If He’s in Pain
The woman was Su Huaiyao’s mother, Song Wei.
Although the Su family was not a business dynasty, they had high achievements in music for generations.
At nineteen, Su Huaiyao was hailed as a prodigy in the music world, and he was now an outstanding pianist.
And now, her son had actually been pushed down the stairs by a servant. Naturally, Song Wei wouldn’t let the matter rest.
The cold sensation spread from his forehead to his jaw. Shen Yuan suppressed the urge to cry out, his hands gripping the sheets with force. His reddened eyes were filled with tears.
The bouts of sharp pain from his lower body left him unable to move; he could only lie stiffly on the hospital bed.
The soaking sheets clung to his trembling body. He was like a small lamb waiting to be slaughtered, looking innocently at the person before him with large, beautiful, clear eyes full of terror and despair.
Song Wei seemed very satisfied with his current performance. A contemptuous smile curled her lips as she walked over.
A hand with red nail polish forcefully grabbed the youth’s collar, trying to throw him off the bed.
“Let… let me go…”
Shen Yuan grabbed her wrist in a panic. During the struggle, the IV needle in the back of his hand was yanked out. The needle tip dug deep into his flesh, and blood flowed from the back of his hand, staining his clothes.
At this moment, aside from the pain from head to toe, he couldn’t feel any other sensation.
But Song Wei had no intention of letting him off. She threw the basin to the floor and kept pulling at his neck, dragging him toward the edge of the bed. Her eyes were full of hatred as she said sharply:
“You lowly servant! You have some nerve to actually push my son! You caused him to break a leg; how are you going to pay for that?! He still has to play the piano and perform on stage. You’ve ruined his life! I’m going to drag you in front of Master Yu!”
“Ugh… it hurts…”
A low moan escaped his thin lips. Shen Yuan was pulled until he was half-collapsed against the edge of the bed. He stared fixedly at the face that was distorted with rage.
The next second, he opened his mouth and bit down hard on the woman’s hand. The taste of blood immediately spread through his mouth.
“Ah!!”
Song Wei screamed in pain as blood poured from her right wrist. She was so startled her vision went black. She used her other hand to grab the youth’s hair and pulled back with all her might:
“You bastard! Let go of me!”
But Shen Yuan acted as if he hadn’t heard, continuing to bite the hand without any intention of letting go.
“You beast, let go!”
Song Wei shouted in a panic. The pain made her suddenly shove Shen Yuan away, after which she hurriedly grabbed some tissues and disinfectant to wipe the blood from her hand.
Looking at the startling row of tooth marks on the back of her hand, she shook with rage, cursing incessantly:
“You ungrateful thing! I should pull all your teeth out! Then I’ll use a needle and thread to sew up that foul mouth of yours!”
Because he had lost his balance, Shen Yuan fell to the floor. The back of his head struck the ground with a muffled thud.
A sharp, stinging pain erupted from his scalp, leaving him dazed. His ears rang.
But before he could crawl back up, Shen Yuan felt the back of his collar being seized. Then, he was dragged toward the door!
The youth’s tender cheek accidentally hit the sharp corner of a table, creating a cut that seeped blood.
He kicked his legs desperately against the floor, his mind blank. He could only let out whimpering pleas:
“Let… let me go… I didn’t push anyone… it wasn’t… me… who pushed Su Huaiyao!”
The youth’s piteous crying rang throughout the hospital corridor. A broken, faint trail of blood was left on the clean hallway floor.
Patients and nurses passing by couldn’t help but turn back to watch the aggressive woman dragging the thin youth.
No one dared to step forward to stop her.
VIP Room.
Su Huaiyao was sitting up in bed with an IV drip, opening his mouth slightly to eat the food the man was feeding him.
A faint smile appeared on his fair face—a look of shyness as he chewed in small bites and swallowed.
Yu Xiuqing took a tissue and carefully wiped the water stains from the corner of the boy’s mouth. His voice was tender: “How does it taste? I had the chef specially prepare this nutritional porridge for you.”
Su Huaiyao looked at him and nodded, remaining still as the man wiped his mouth.
His clear eyes were full of deep emotion. His lips curved into a joyful arc as he responded softly:
“Mm, it’s very good. Thank you, Xiuqing-gege.”
“Drink more if it’s good.”
Yu Xiuqing patted his head in satisfaction. Then, he lightly scooped a spoonful and brought it to the boy’s lips, saying:
“Fortunately, the doctor said your leg is only a minor fracture and isn’t broken. It takes a hundred days to heal bone and muscle injuries. You’ll have to rest well for these hundred days, Xiaoyao. Let’s delay the performance for now.”
Su Huaiyao’s pupils contracted slightly, a sharp light flickering in his eyes, but his face remained obedient as he said:
“Okay, I’ll listen to Xiuqing-gege.”
While it was true that he had fallen from the fifth floor, he had stopped after tumbling to the second landing. His leg wasn’t actually broken; he had worked with a doctor to forge the medical record.
His goal was simple: he only wanted Yu Xiuqing to kick Shen Yuan out of the Yu house and have him disappear from the man’s sight forever!
Yu Xiuqing slowly stirred the hot porridge in the bowl. When the temperature was just right, he scooped another spoonful to feed him: “You can stay in the hospital or at the manor—either is fine.”
The other man was very happy to hear this and said without hesitation, “It wasn’t easy to finally return to the country this time. I want to live with Xiuqing-gege, just like when we were little.”
The man playfully pinched his nose, his thumb lightly brushing across his lip. He said, “Okay.”
At that moment, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open. The sound of weeping and sobbing drifted in from outside.
Hearing the familiar voice, Yu Xiuqing’s brow furrowed. The spoon at the young man’s lips suddenly stopped.
Not getting his porridge, Su Huaiyao looked confused. “Xiuqing-gege, what is it?”
But before he could finish, Song Wei had already dragged the disheveled Shen Yuan inside. With a forceful shove, she threw the thin youth forward.
She threw him as if he were a broken rag doll.
It required no effort at all.
Shen Yuan was truly too thin. Aside from a bit of baby fat on his cheeks, he was almost skin and bones!
Because the man liked the butterfly bones on his shoulders and his slender neck, he never let him eat meat. If he ate it secretly, the man would get angry.
And now, how could the frail Shen Yuan withstand such a fall? His forehead instantly became red and swollen. He lay prone on the cold floor, his vision dark, yet he could still feel the intense pain.
“It hurts…”
But no one cared if he was in pain.
Mister Yu had taught him in the past to speak up if it hurt, but now Mister Yu would no longer wipe away his tears.
Looking at the dying youth before him, Yu Xiuqing’s expression was as calm as ever. But the hand holding the porcelain bowl trembled slightly in a corner where no one could see.
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