Chapter 3: Performing a Detailed Physical Examination for You
Fu Yue’s breathing became more and more rapid, his skin so hot it could almost burn someone.
He gripped the collar of his bathrobe tightly, but the fabric had already slipped open when he fell onto the sofa, revealing a large expanse of flushed skin.
The scent of Ji Hanmo pressing down from above—pure, crisp cedar—enveloped him entirely.
Fu Yue’s mind was a mess of chaos; he could only instinctively look up to meet those deep eyes.
Under the man’s focused and burning gaze, Fu Yue felt as if he had been stripped naked, with nowhere to hide.
“I… I don’t know…” Fu Yue’s voice was very low.
Ji Hanmo looked at his “lamb to the slaughter” appearance, the corners of his mouth curling into a very faint arc.
“I’ll help you,” his deep voice rang above Fu Yue’s head.
“Help me?” Fu Yue was like a drowning man catching a straw, urging him on. “Then hurry up.”
In his programmer’s logic, the word “help” either meant being taken to the hospital or finding some kind of specialized medicine.
However, when Ji Hanmo’s warm, dry palm pressed against the inside of his thigh through the thin silk, Fu Yue realized the true meaning of that “help” too late.
A numbing, electric sensation spread from the point of contact, instantly surging through his limbs.
“Wait, wait!” He suddenly grabbed the hand that was sliding toward the danger zone. “Don’t do this!”
Fu Yue’s voice was trembling due to the drug; it was soft and lacked any conviction, sounding more like he was acting spoiled.
“Young Master Fu, the bathrobe has already slid to the root of your thigh. Are you acting innocent now?” Ji Hanmo’s breath was hot, but his voice remained cold.
After saying this, he sat up, putting some distance between himself and Fu Yue.
At this moment, though Fu Yue’s belt was still tied properly, the two panels of the bathrobe had slid open due to gravity. Two long, straight legs were completely exposed to the air.
It would have been fine if Ji Hanmo hadn’t stood up, but now that he did…
Fu Yue was completely exposed.
“Are you sure you don’t want it, Young Master Fu?” Ji Hanmo’s hand pressed down on the small of his back in a vengeful manner.
“Mmh…”
An uncontrollable muffled groan escaped Fu Yue’s throat. He immediately felt half his body go soft, and his last bit of strength was drained away.
Damn it!
Fu Yue cursed the original owner’s body in his heart for being so useless and becoming “spirited” in such a situation.
The scene was extremely awkward for a moment.
Now, he could only rely on his willpower to endure.
Damn that Shen Junnian! Damn this Heartthrob Halo!
“System, save me!” Fu Yue shouted in his mind.
But the system had triggered privacy rules and blocked itself the moment Ji Hanmo threw him into the bathtub.
“Didn’t you promise just now? If I don’t agree, you won’t touch me!” In his desperation, Fu Yue could only bring up the “gentleman’s agreement” from earlier.
“I thought you were playing hard to get,” Ji Hanmo said calmly, looking directly at him.
“Of course not!” Fu Yue was almost in tears from anxiety.
“Is that so?” Ji Hanmo’s tone carried a hint of teasing. “Your words…”
He didn’t finish, but Fu Yue understood instantly.
The original “Fu Yue’s” track record was truly terrible.
Teasing, hinting, and running away at the last second—he had played those games to perfection.
In Ji Hanmo’s view, Fu Yue’s rejection might just be a part of the flirting.
“I said I’m not! Let me go.” At this moment, Fu Yue only wanted to break free.
But Ji Hanmo’s control was too strong; he struggled for a long time without being able to pull away.
“Don’t move around.” Ji Hanmo’s voice suddenly deepened by a few notches, carrying a warning tone.
His wrists were suddenly pinned above his head on the sofa by Ji Hanmo, and the man’s command rang in his ear: “Stop squirming.”
Fu Yue froze.
Through the thin bathrobe, he clearly felt Ji Hanmo’s state.
Ji Hanmo… he…
It was over.
Fu Yue closed his eyes in despair, his mind uncontrollably flashing through various scenes—
What would Ji Hanmo do?
Would he do it directly like in the novels?
Or… like in some stories, would he slowly torture him until he couldn’t take it and begged for it?
Just as his mental storm was at its peak and he thought he was about to welcome his first time—and with a man no less—the weight on him suddenly lifted.
Ji Hanmo had left him.
Fu Yue opened his eyes in confusion, only to see the man standing by the sofa, looking down at him with an unreadable gaze. His Adam’s apple bobbed; he seemed to be suppressing something with great effort.
Then, he saw Ji Hanmo’s distinct hand reach toward the coffee table.
It wasn’t for protection, nor for lubricant, but to pick up the silver ice bucket that had been used to hold the champagne earlier—it was full of ice cubes.
Fu Yue’s pupils shrank.
“You…”
What are you doing?!
The next second, the cold answer hit him square in the face.
Splash—
A whole bucket of ice mixed with cold water was mercilessly poured over him by Ji Hanmo, accurately splashing onto his burning body.
“Ah—!”
Fu Yue let out a scream.
The bone-chilling cold instantly penetrated his skin, extinguishing everything.
The ice cubes rolled down his curves, leaving wet streaks on the expensive sofa.
Fu Yue lay disheveled in the ice water, soaked to the bone and shivering, but his mind was clearer than ever before.
He looked at the expressionless Ji Hanmo standing before him, unable to tell for a moment if this man was a savior or a demon.
His consciousness felt like it was submerged in the deep sea, wrapped in thick cotton, unable to float up no matter how much he struggled.
Fu Yue forced his heavy eyelids open.
What greeted his eyes was an unfamiliar ceiling.
Marble carved chandeliers, a super king-size bed. The air was filled with a faint fragrance.
This wasn’t his room.
The memories of last night rushed back—the banquet, Shen Junnian’s entanglement, the drug, Ji Hanmo, and that bucket of ice.
Fu Yue tried to sit up, but his entire body ached. His throat was as dry as if it were on fire, and every breath brought a burning pain.
His entire body was hot, yet he was shivering with cold.
He struggled to sit up in bed and realized he was wearing that dark gray silk robe belonging to Ji Hanmo.
Clearly, someone had dried his body and changed his wet clothes last night.
Who did it?
As soon as that thought appeared, he forced it down. He didn’t dare think about it.
Fu Yue looked around; the luxury decor suggested a bedroom within a presidential suite.
He struggled to get out of bed, but as soon as his feet touched the floor, he almost collapsed.
“You’re awake?”
A deep voice came from the doorway.
Fu Yue looked up and saw Ji Hanmo leaning against the doorframe, holding a set of clothes.
He had already changed into a well-tailored black suit, his hair combed meticulously. He had returned to his role as the high-and-mighty emperor of the business world.
“I…” Fu Yue wanted to speak, but his voice was too raspy to produce a single word.
Ji Hanmo walked over and pressed the back of his cool hand against Fu Yue’s forehead.
The cold sensation was so comfortable that Fu Yue wanted to make him stay.
“You have a fever,” Ji Hanmo concluded.
He tossed the clothes in his hand onto the bed and said in a flat tone, “Change. We’re going to the hospital.”
Ji Hanmo’s Rolls-Royce stopped at the entrance of Mary Hospital.
This was the top private hospital in Haicheng.
Fu Yue wasn’t a stranger to it.
The original “Fu Yue” often came here for various reasons—sometimes for scratches from fights, sometimes to drop off friends.
He was a VIP among VIPs here.
But thinking about seeing his dedicated doctor made Fu Yue nervous.
The Vice President of Mary Hospital, Pei Luomian, came from a medical family. He was a brilliant young medical genius with a cold and abstinent personality. In the original work, he would later develop feelings for Chen Bai.
Fu Yue’s worry stemmed from the fact that Pei Luomian knew the original Fu Yue’s physical condition and personality well. Fu Yue was afraid of slipping up in front of him.
The VIP consulting room was spacious and comfortable.
Ji Hanmo helped Fu Yue inside. Pei Luomian, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looked up. When he saw Fu Yue’s state, his cold eyebrows furrowed.
“Chairman Ji.” He nodded to Ji Hanmo, then turned his gaze to Fu Yue, his tone displeased. “What is it this time? A hangover or a fight?”
“He has a fever,” Ji Hanmo said concisely, helping Fu Yue onto the examination bed.
Pei Luomian picked up the thermometer and checked the number—40.8 degrees Celsius.
“Played too hard?” Pei Luomian asked Fu Yue.
Without waiting for Fu Yue’s answer, he turned to Ji Hanmo with a blaming tone: “How did you let him get like this?”
“Sorry, my oversight,” Ji Hanmo said faintly, offering no explanation.
Pei Luomian frowned and pushed up his glasses. “Chairman Ji, leave Fu Yue to me. Please step out.”
This was a direct order to leave.
Ji Hanmo glanced at Fu Yue, then swept his gaze over Pei Luomian. Without saying anything, he turned and walked out.
The door to the consulting room was gently closed.
The next second, there was a soft “click”—Pei Luomian had locked the door from the inside.
This action sent Fu Yue’s heart into his throat.
Before he could react, Pei Luomian had already walked to the bedside, his long fingers directly reaching for the buttons of Fu Yue’s shirt.
“Wait!” Fu Yue was startled.
Pei Luomian didn’t stop, efficiently undoing his buttons as he asked in a cold, professional tone: “Did you use protection? Is there any bleeding?”
“???”
Fu Yue’s brain stalled. It took him a full three seconds to realize what this Vice President Pei had misunderstood.
“No, we didn’t do it!” A faint blush appeared on his face.
After saying that, he realized his answer was ambiguous and quickly defended himself: “It’s not what you think!”
“Then what is it?” Pei Luomian’s hand stopped.
He looked up and stared at Fu Yue coldly. “The kind of games played in those circles? Any external injuries? Are the wounds raw?”
A string of taboo questions left Fu Yue with no way to answer. He could only keep shaking his head. “None of it! Really, none of it!”
“Take off your clothes,” Pei Luomian ordered directly, clearly not believing him. “I need to perform a detailed physical examination for you.”
Fu Yue was shocked and instinctively grabbed his collar.
“No!”
“It’s just a normal cold and fever. There’s no need for such a detailed exam.” He shrank back.
Pei Luomian’s movements stopped completely.
His eyes were filled with confusion.
“Fu Yue,” his voice turned a few degrees colder, “What’s wrong with you?”
“What do you mean, what’s wrong with me?” Fu Yue asked, forced to play along.
“In the past,” Pei Luomian’s voice was flat, each word cutting deep, “you couldn’t wait to find any excuse to strip in front of me. You even said, while drunk, that you wanted me to ‘examine you a bit deeper.’ Today, you’ve changed into a different person?”
Pei Luomian paused, his sharp gaze scanning Fu Yue’s body.
“Or is it that you’re wearing something on your body that can’t be seen by others?”
This Heartthrob Halo is ruining my life!
Fu Yue wailed in his heart.
He clearly remembered that the Pei Luomian in the original work was cold and distant toward the original owner. Why was he like this now?
Pei Luomian approached step by step, the pressure making Fu Yue panic.
He tried to stop him, but as his arm swung, he accidentally knocked over a cup of water on the nearby table.
Splash—
The cup fell to the floor and rolled away.
The water in the cup accurately splashed all over Pei Luomian’s white coat and trousers, soaking a large area instantly.
Pei Luomian’s face darkened.
Fu Yue looked at the soaked pants and the fabric that clung to his legs, clearly outlining their shape. His mind went “buzz.”
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