Chapter 82: “Yaoyao, I Believe You.” Good, You Go Claim It. Including…
Le Can was woken up by hunger.
He opened his eyes in a daze, his mouth moving a few times. It took a while for him to squeeze out the word “hungry.”
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to say more; it was just that his throat was terribly dry. When he spoke, it was raspy and painful, and nothing felt right.
Having been soaked in cold seawater and lying there for a night, all his joints felt as though they had rusted, making movement difficult and awkward.
What was worse was that while his limbs were inflexible, his soul felt like it was sinking. It took a long time of struggling before Le Can could half-sit up.
He instinctively reached out to press his hand against his stomach, which was burning with hunger, to soothe it. But as soon as his palm pressed against his chest and he applied force, a sharp pain shot through his wrist joint.
As if he had received an electric shock, Le Can’s hand trembled and let go.
With a hiss as he inhaled sharply, he looked down to see both hands wrapped in layer upon layer of sterile gauze.
The one that hurt was the dislocated right hand, which was likely swollen by a whole size—the one that had been yanked out of its socket when he fell from the cruise ship.
His drifting consciousness suddenly snapped back to reality. Le Can abruptly looked up to scan his surroundings.
The warm, bright room was a sign of returning to human civilization. His tensed nerves relaxed, and he leaned against the soft bedding, looking out the window at the calm, azure sea.
The clear, transparent water reflected the blue sky and white clouds, and looked as though it had absorbed the warmth of the sun—a completely different feeling from the pitch-black, bone-chilling cold of the night before.
I’ve really… survived?
He looked at the alarm clock on the table: 2:13 PM… No wonder he felt such an overwhelming wave of hunger.
Switching to his left hand to press against his growling stomach, Le Can began to look for the person who had told him last night, “Once we’re on the ship and you’ve eaten, you won’t be hungry anymore.”
He needed to share his suspicions about the image he saw when he fell with Xi Yun. He also wondered about the condition of the other survivor they had encountered last night.
Moreover, the room he woke up in was not their original room. Looking at the scenery outside, even the deck level had changed. Would such an arrangement have a specific purpose?
Le Can didn’t act rashly. He got out of bed, poured himself a glass of water, and walked around the room, trying to find useful information and tools.
While slowly sipping the water, he was deliberating whether he should wait for someone to arrive or take some other action when the door handle suddenly turned.
Confirming that the rasp he usually carried was gone, Le Can grabbed the ashtray he had just found and stood silently behind the slowly opening door…
The first thing to enter his sight was a large, rough hand holding a tray.
Immediately following was the slightly boisterous voice of a middle-aged man who was frantically looking around: “Ai, where’s the person?!”
Le Can’s hand holding the ashtray slowly lowered. He stepped out from behind the door. “Uncle Zhao, I didn’t go anywhere.”
Uncle Zhao hurriedly placed the tray on the table and turned to greet the youth whose face was still not quite ruddy after a night’s rest. “It’s good that you’re awake, good that you’re awake!”
“Come, you must be hungry. Drink some porridge to warm your stomach. Auntie Liang even specifically prepared some of the refreshing side dishes you usually like. Come, sit here.”
Le Can didn’t stand on ceremony; he was truly starving.
The crisp, sour, and salty side dishes were exceptionally appetizing. The thick, well-cooked rice porridge was at the perfect temperature. When it entered his mouth and slid into his empty stomach, every cell in his body seemed to be comforted.
Le Can let out a soft sigh of satisfaction.
After several large gulps, he slowed down and remembered to ask the man standing by with a loving smile, “Uncle Zhao, what’s the situation outside now? And Xi Yun… where is he?”
Uncle Zhao suddenly slapped his hand to his forehead. “Ai, look at my memory.”
After the slap, his tone became low and his eyes indignant. “The person who pushed you was found, but no matter what they do, they can’t get him to talk…”
“Oh, right. Mr. Xi has kept the news of your rescue a secret. He spent all of last night outside with A-Cheng and Yusheng. His eye condition flared up this morning, and he was only just persuaded to come back.”
Eye condition? Le Can furrowed his brows.
Discomfort in the eyes could only be a side effect of Xi Yun overusing his ability. The items for this auction hadn’t been brought on board beforehand, and he didn’t know if Xi Yun had brought some jade or emeralds that could alleviate the pain…
“It seems I shouldn’t show my face until we return to land.”
Similarly, Xi Yun, who was under the most scrutiny, had better not come to visit him during this time…
Having understood the crux of the matter, Le Can slowly smoothed his brow.
He looked at the guilty-looking Uncle Zhao and gave a light smile. “Uncle Zhao, it’s just staying indoors for a few days. I didn’t go out much when we were at the villa anyway, did you forget?”
“It’s just going to be a burden on you and Auntie Liang to take care of me these few days.”
Hearing this and remembering that Le Can indeed didn’t like going out much before, the sorrow on Uncle Zhao’s face dissipated a bit. He chuckled and shook his head. “How is that a burden?”
Le Can gave a light smile. “By the way, Uncle Zhao, did Xi Yun leave any way for me to contact him? I have something to tell him.”
“Yes, yes. You eat your porridge; I’ll get the tablet for you.”
A brand-new tablet was placed by Le Can’s hand.
On the opened interface, there were regular communication apps, and a bunch of entertainment apps had already been downloaded for him. In the former, the pinned contact at the top was Xi Yun, and in the latter, every single one had been topped up with a premium annual membership.
Looking at the avatar with a glowing red dot on WeChat, Le Can hesitated for a moment before clicking it.
“Yaoyao, contact me after you finish eating. Eat slowly. We can video call.”
He checked the time it was sent: 4:36 AM today.
Le Can looked down at the half-finished bowl of porridge and obediently picked up his spoon.
First, he took a large gulp, but remembering the “eat slowly” in the chat box, he scooped up another spoonful of side dishes and returned to a normal eating pace.
Once his stomach felt full and the porridge was gone, he was finished.
In the eyes of elders like Uncle Zhao, if a sick child has a good appetite, it means they are truly doing well. He cleared the dishes with a smile and, after a few instructions, left the room.
Le Can tapped his fingers on the tablet screen twice. He didn’t initiate a video call immediately.
“How are… your eyes?”
The status at the top of the chat box didn’t change to [Typing…]. Le Can silently lowered his eyes. To his surprise, a video call was placed directly the next second!
The unique ringtone rang in his ears. Le Can clumsily caught the sliding tablet and reached out to tap the green “Accept” button.
The video screen popped up, and Xi Yun, with a black silk band across his eyes, appeared on the screen.
Le Can, who was about to speak, nearly bit his tongue.
Xi Yun usually wore a white silk band. In fact, when Le Can first saw him with the white blindfold, his first reaction was: A bit pretentious, but so hot…
Later, as he saw the white silk more often, a thought occurred to him. Why was it white? What would it look like if it were black?
At that time, the two of them weren’t that close yet. Although Le Can was curious, he didn’t plan on doing anything. But later, they kissed, got married, and even planned to sleep together… ahem, so he boldly satisfied his curiosity.
As it turned out, a black silk band suited Xi Yun much better than white.
Black on that cold, abstinent face had a more powerful impact. Especially when paired with those pale thin lips and high nose bridge, Le Can’s heart rate skyrocketed.
Later, they finally managed to change it to black once. His eyes were satisfied, but after one night, Le Can could no longer look at a black silk band the same way…
Because rather than being tied around Xi Yun’s face, the images of it tied elsewhere kept replaying in his mind and couldn’t be deleted. Combined with that forced, restrained experience… anyway, after that time, Le Can didn’t want to see it a second time.
He hadn’t expected “retribution” to come so quickly.
He glanced at the smooth, wrinkle-free black silk and his heart pounded like a drum as he looked away.
Damn! It couldn’t be the one I couldn’t find last time, could it?
Through the electronic device, Xi Yun could not hear Le Can’s inner thoughts. He could only hear faint rustling sounds in his ears, but the person didn’t speak for a long time.
Xi Yun couldn’t help but frown. “Yaoyao?”
Seeing the man who was completely unable to see and trying to touch the screen, accidentally knocking over the water glass on the table, Le Can let out a soft sigh. “I’m here. Don’t panic, Xi Yun.”
Hearing the voice, Xi Yun slowly withdrew his hand. Nearby, Yuan Cheng, seeing the water spilled, cried out in a panic and hurriedly moved the computer away.
This small interlude shifted the slightly strange atmosphere back to normal.
Le Can looked at the man who reappeared on the screen, glanced at the eyes hidden under the black silk, and silently shifted his gaze to the lower half of his face.
“I’m doing fine. Did you bring anything on the ship that can alleviate your eye problem?”
Others might not understand, but Xi Yun, who had almost laid all his cards on the table, wouldn’t fail to understand. His thin lips parted, giving Le Can the less-than-ideal news: “I did, but I overused them. It’s not enough.”
Le Can’s breath hitched, then slowly released.
He didn’t ask why he had overused it; he only clenched his hands into fists at his sides. “When I fell, I saw Jian Yu outside the crowd.”
“Xi Yun, I don’t know how to describe the feeling. Although he wasn’t the one who pushed me, his expression at that time wasn’t right. You…”
One was a refined, gentle gentleman, a friend who reached out to help in a moment of crisis; the other was a partner bound by interests in a contract marriage.
Le Can spoke faster and faster, but his voice grew lower toward the end until it disappeared entirely.
Because Le Can was also unsure—would Xi Yun believe him based on words alone with no proof?
“Yaoyao, I believe you.”
A single sentence cut through the hesitation in Le Can’s heart.
He suddenly looked up, but he couldn’t see those familiar silver-gray eyes. Those eyes that others found eerie, as if they could pierce the soul, but which in his eyes spoke of miracles.
“Remember the person you saved even though you were gritting your teeth?”
Speaking of “gritting teeth,” Le Can, who had actually used his teeth to bite someone, felt a twinge of phantom toothache. He hadn’t forgotten the sharp pain of his teeth clashing after Xi Yun snatched the person from his mouth… Hiss!
“…I remember.”
“He is someone you know, Jian Minglang.”
The person Yuan Cheng described as being either unlucky or lucky had multiple fractures, and had suffered from drowning and hypothermia. He even had internal organ ruptures due to the high-speed fall, which led to an abdominal infection.
He had been in a high fever after emergency surgery last night and had not regained full consciousness until now. Consequently, they didn’t know the reason for his fall into the sea.
If Le Can hadn’t found him and Xi Yun and the others hadn’t brought him back to the ship, Jian Minglang, who was now out of danger, would have likely been buried at sea.
After learning about Jian Minglang’s condition, Le Can was speechless.
He spoke with some difficulty, “Whether it’s Jian Yu or not, maybe we’ll have an answer once Jian Minglang wakes up.”
Two people having accidents one after another, both of whom had more or less a connection with him—no matter how you looked at it, this Eldest Young Master Jian was not very clean.
But how could a man with vast wealth, who was often praised as being a doting older brother, and who was the head of Yayun Antique Workshop, have a reason to do such things?
Not long ago, Le Can felt he had found a path, but as he walked down it, he found it was a dead end. Now, he could only linger at the end of the impassable road for a long time.
Le Can ground his teeth:
Tsk, which bastard is it exactly?!
The somewhat discouraged youth slumped back into the chair, his eyes looking at the tablet screen losing their highlight.
“Yaoyao, as you said, we’ll have an answer soon regarding whether it’s him or not.”
“For now, you just need to take good care of your body. When the time comes…”
Le Can cast a glance over and finished the sentence: “When the time comes, this young master will personally claim back all the suffering I’m going through now!”
Picturing the youth’s usual vengeful appearance in his mind, a flash of tenderness suddenly appeared on Xi Yun’s face. “Good, you go claim it.”
“Including my share.”
Le Can reluctantly gave a “humph” and agreed.
Finally, having held it in for a long time, he really couldn’t help but ask: “Xi Yun, the silk band on your face…”
“What’s wrong?” Yuan Cheng, who had been listening for a while, poked his head into the screen. “What’s wrong with the silk band?”
He looked down at Xi Yun, who was blindfolded with black silk, and after observing for a long while, it suddenly dawned on him. “Ai, it really isn’t the white one you usually use.”
Le Can: “…”
Wait, Big Cheng-zi only just realized?
Suddenly realizing something, Xi Yun slowly clenched his hand on the table. “Where did you get this silk band?”
Yuan Cheng scratched his face. “Nowhere special. It’s just the one from under your pillow.”
Le Can: “Pillow?”
Xi Yun: “…”
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