Chapter 77: He Was Actually Being Gentle to Shen Yuan?
Hearing that having a baby was so simple, Shen Yuan immediately shook the man’s hand in excitement. He obediently crawled to the other side to lie down properly, blinked his eyes, and said:
“Then Hubby, let’s go to sleep quickly! Yuanyuan wants a baby as handsome as Hubby!”
Faced with such a proactive and innocent seduction, Yu Xiuqing’s heart inevitably fluttered. He looked down at the naive and charming youth beside him, wishing he could devour him whole right then and there.
After all, with a fair, soft little beauty lying in his arms acting spoiled, any man would find it hard to resist.
But his remaining reason told him that Shen Yuan’s body was still in the recovery period and couldn’t endure the slightest harm.
Yu Xiuqing couldn’t help but forcibly suppress the overwhelming desire churning within him. Quelling his restless emotions, he slowly leaned down close to the expectant little creature beside him and coaxed:
“Yuanyuan, don’t rush to have a baby. Your body hasn’t fully recovered yet; it’s easy to fail to conceive this way, and it will also hurt.”
Hearing this, Shen Yuan pouted, seemingly a bit disappointed, but still nodded obediently: “Mm-hmm! Yuanyuan will listen to Hubby and wait until my body is better to have a baby.”
“Good boy, Yuanyuan.”
Yu Xiuqing let out a rare, gentle chuckle. He reached out to stroke the little creature’s head, then lightly planted a kiss on his forehead. His movements were careful and doting.
“Nn… hug…”
Shen Yuan let out a soft moan, a comfortable expression appearing on his small face, before he leaned softly into the man’s embrace.
He wrapped both arms around Yu Xiuqing’s neck and rubbed his head upward. Only after finding a comfortable position did he satisfiedly close his eyes, his breathing becoming even.
Looking at the peaceful sleeping face in his arms, the corners of Yu Xiuqing’s mouth curled into a faint smile, but his eyes grew somewhat desolate. His handsome face appeared even more cold and stern in the shadows.
Gu Lanxiao had said previously that there was an extremely high probability Shen Yuan would not be able to conceive a child. Yet right now, this little guy loved the idea so much, constantly pestering him to have a baby…
How was he supposed to explain it to Shen Yuan now?
Yu Xiuqing frowned irritably. The hand caressing the youth’s face slowly dropped as mixed feelings swirled in his heart.
Originally, he didn’t care for anything birthed by a fool, believing it would taint his genes.
But now, for some unknown reason, he inexplicably wanted to have a crystallization of his and Shen Yuan’s bond. He found himself unable to resist this little fool sticking to him so obediently and softly…
Thinking this, Yu Xiuqing felt a surge of heat rise throughout his body again. He couldn’t help but tug at his collar, exposing his fair neck, hoping to let more cold air into his body, but it was to no avail.
“Damn it!”
Yu Xiuqing cursed silently. He was about to lose his mind from this torment. The milk-scented little dumpling beside him could effortlessly evoke all of his most wicked thoughts.
What wild wolf could resist the temptation of a domestic little white rabbit? Especially one voluntarily offering itself to his mouth!
The surging desire was like a raging ocean.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, he wrapped one arm around the youth’s soft waist. Just as he was about to kiss those two alluring pink lips, his mind was suddenly struck by the image of Shen Yuan burning down the warehouse goods, his face brimming with thick disdain and provocation.
Yu Xiuqing halted his next move and quickly released the youth. He still could not accept that Shen Yuan had secretly colluded with Yu Peishang. Even though the other had already suffered cruel electroshock punishments, the anger remained difficult to extinguish.
Looking back at the little creature in his arms, the gentleness and doting from moments ago were gone from his eyes, replaced only by endless indifference.
“Yuanyuan, before I bought you back, were you always by Yu Peishang’s side? Did he… ravage you, just like I do now?”
Yu Xiuqing stared deeply at the youth, a twisted emotion flashing across his face. His gaze moved down from Shen Yuan’s cheek, lingering on the boy’s fair, tender neck.
It was covered in mottled red hickeys—faint, yet exceptionally glaring, exuding an ambiguous aura.
The man’s slightly calloused fingertips slowly rubbed over those marks. His gaze was deep and dark, and his heart felt as if it had been densely pricked by needles, giving rise to an irritating jealousy.
“Nn…”
In his sleep, Shen Yuan unconsciously let out a moan. He only felt a chill on his neck, and his body couldn’t help but shiver along with it. His brows furrowed slightly, his eyes tightly shut, showing no signs of waking up.
“Heh, so sensitive? Did that dog Yu Peishang leave marks on your neck before too?”
Yu Xiuqing’s palm left his collarbone. He narrowed his eyes, the jealousy in the depths of his gaze like a burning flame, as if it could incinerate Shen Yuan into ashes in the next second.
His fierce expression at this moment was a far cry from the gentle demeanor he had when comforting the youth’s nightmare just now. The rapid change in attitude made it hard to believe this was the same person.
“Nn…”
Shen Yuan could only whine and hum in protest. His eyes remained closed, seemingly struggling with all his might.
“From now on, you can only belong to me.”
Yu Xiuqing’s voice was freezing cold to the extreme, yet the words he spoke were filled with an intense desire for possession.
Then, he removed Shen Yuan’s hand that was gripping his clothes and moved the boy to the side.
Although Yu Xiuqing felt dissatisfied, he still carefully shifted the youth off of him, afraid of waking him. He knew very well that in his current mood, he wouldn’t have the patience to continue coaxing Shen Yuan to sleep.
His feet touched the floor and he was just about to get up and leave when the hem of his shirt was suddenly tugged hard by a small hand behind him. The bedboards creaked, and a timid, sobbing voice rang out:
“Sob… Hubby, do you not want Yuanyuan anymore?”
Hearing the youth’s reluctance and pleading in his ear, Yu Xiuqing’s heart trembled. Yet, he resisted the urge to look back, bending down to put on his leather shoes on his own accord, and said coldly:
“Yuanyuan, sleep by yourself. Hubby has matters to attend to and has to leave first. Qi Yunzhao will come over to take care of you in a moment.”
Hearing that the man was going to leave him, Shen Yuan felt his heart shatter completely. Disregarding his frail and weak body, he struggled to crawl up and wrapped both arms around the man from behind.
He lay on Yu Xiuqing’s broad back, resting his head on the sturdy shoulder. Large teardrops smashed down as he cried until he lost his voice, speaking intermittently:
“Sob… Hubby, don’t go. I’m begging you, Yuanyuan is scared to be alone. If Hubby is leaving, take Yuanyuan with you, okay? Don’t throw Yuanyuan here…”
Being hugged like this, Yu Xiuqing’s body jolted. A soft corner deep within his heart felt as if it had been struck by something, but it quickly returned to a calm and icy state.
“Let go.”
His voice was deep and husky, like the ice water of a ten-thousand-year-old freezing pool, exuding a bone-piercing chill and cruelty.
Shen Yuan shook his head, his tears falling even more fiercely. “No… I don’t want to! I don’t want to let go!”
Yu Xiuqing slowly turned his head. He looked down at the little creature in his arms crying a river. His eyes were filled with pain and conflict, and his heart experienced a momentary feeling of suffocation, as if it were about to stop beating.
Perhaps only when Shen Yuan had lost his memory would he rely on him, treating him as the only person in his whole world, right?
Shen Yuan clumsily kissed his indifferent profile, then sniffled his reddened nose, his voice soft and glutinous: “Hubby… Yuanyuan wants to follow you…”
Yu Xiuqing didn’t push him away, nor did he turn his head to look at him. He simply comforted in a low, hoarse voice: “Be good, sleep. When you wake up, Hubby will be here…”
The little fool rested the side of his head on his shoulder, his tear-filled eyes brimming with grievance and sorrow.
Perhaps because he was too anxious, that pouting little mouth opened and closed, uttering a few indistinct syllables before finally managing to form a sentence after a long time:
“Sob… no, Yuanyuan and… Hubby, need to be, be together… Yuanyuan is sc-scared…”
As he spoke, Shen Yuan’s chest suddenly began to heave violently. Perhaps because he was too agitated, he couldn’t catch his breath for a moment. His face turned beet red from holding it in, as if all the oxygen in his chest had been drawn out, appearing as though he could suffocate to death at any moment.
Yu Xiuqing clearly noticed his abnormality as well. He hurriedly pulled the person over and placed him on his lap, his voice inevitably turning urgent: “Yuanyuan, what’s wrong?!”
The little creature in his arms panted heavily, constantly gasping for air. His entire being was in a state of unease, and layers of sweat broke out on his forehead.
Terrified of causing him secondary harm, Yu Xiuqing carefully laid him back onto the bed and barked sharply toward the door: “Qi Yunzhao, call the doctor!”
Not daring to delay, Qi Yunzhao hurriedly left.
…
“The patient suffered from respiratory alkalosis, but he is currently out of critical condition. After administering oxygen and observing him for three days, if there are no abnormalities, he can be transferred to a regular ward.”
The attending physician flipped through the diagnostic report in his hand and said, “Besides this, the patient also presents with mild neurasthenia, auditory hallucinations, visual hallucinations, and other symptoms.”
Hearing this, Yu Xiuqing found it hard to calm his heart. He couldn’t help but recall last night, when Shen Yuan had exhibited all sorts of bizarre behaviors and kept repeating the same words before fully waking up.
If he hadn’t noticed in time, he had no idea what kind of terrifying actions this fool might have committed.
The man sighed softly, looked at the attending physician, and asked aloud: “How should he be treated?”
“Given that the symptoms have appeared quite early, you can choose to have him hospitalized with medication, or opt for home treatment.”
Yu Xiuqing was just about to say hospitalization when a few coughs from Shen Yuan on the bed drew his attention.
He hurriedly leaned down, using his hand to smooth the messy bangs on the youth’s forehead, and asked softly: “Yuanyuan, you’re awake? How are you feeling now?”
Shen Yuan had barely managed to understand their conversation just now, and a thick fear inevitably coagulated in his heart.
He struggled to open his mouth, a breathing tube fitted over his nose. He wanted to throw himself into Yu Xiuqing’s arms but couldn’t move; he could only stare at the man with tearful eyes.
“Don’t speak. It’s fine, just rest well.”
Yu Xiuqing patted his body comfortingly, the corners of his mouth curling into an unprecedentedly warm, faint smile.
Seeing this scene, Qi Yunzhao, standing nearby, widened his eyes slightly, appearing utterly shocked.
His superior was actually… being gentle to Shen Yuan?!
It wasn’t that pathological, feigned gentleness, but true, warm softness like the spring sun.
For a moment, Qi Yunzhao doubted his own eyes.
Meanwhile, Shen Yuan wept silently. Tears slid down slowly, soaking his temples. The expression on his face was so sorrowful; he felt that his body was truly in too much pain…
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