Chapter 31: Collective Visit to the Sick
No new messages came from the other side. Wen Yuhuai waited patiently for several minutes. Confirming no one else would disturb him, he turned off his phone and closed his eyes peacefully.
Finally, he could sleep.
While the night was deep here, Fu Xingjian and Lin Shiyu on the other side were sleepless all night.
One was busy with company affairs until his head spun, while the other was silently planning how to kick the other annoying pests out of the game. He didn’t want to see Ah Yu refuse him because of those unwarranted people or things again.
Sleeping until he woke up naturally, Wen Yuhuai found that Little Wen Chi was already awake when he woke up the next day. He was holding the tablet and watching cartoons attentively, even knowing to wear headphones to avoid disturbing others’ sleep.
Wen Yuhuai raised his hand lazily and rubbed his furry little head. “Why didn’t you call me when you woke up?”
Wen Chi took off one earphone, turned his head to look at him, and said solemnly: “Mom said disturbing others’ sleep will bring heavenly retribution.”
Wen Yuhuai looked at him, speechless. Too well-behaved. Why wasn’t such a good kid his son?
Speaking of which, was it possible for his brother to adopt Wen Chi to him?
Before he could continue letting his imagination run wild, there was a knock on the room door.
Wen Yuhuai tugged at his messy pajama collar, threw off the covers, and got out of bed to open the door.
Outside was Jiang Jing. Again, she skipped directly past him and walked in, picking Wen Chi up straight away. “Oh my darling, let Grandma have a good look. Do you want to go with Grandma? Today Grandma will take you to the amusement park.”
Little Wen Chi looked at Wen Yuhuai hesitantly but ultimately couldn’t resist the temptation of the amusement park. He waved his little paws at him twice. “Goodbye, Uncle.”
Wen Yuhuai also waved at him. “Have fun.”
He was going to visit a sick patient today, so he hadn’t planned to bring the kid anyway. What if he infected his precious baby bump? He didn’t want to experience mixed doubles beatings at his age.
After a hasty clean-up, remembering how handsome Lin Shiyu looked in a trench coat yesterdayālike he was on a runwayāhe rummaged through boxes and chests to find a trench coat to wear too. Truth be told, he looked just as suave and unrestrained in a trench coat.
Visiting a sick person shouldn’t be done empty-handed. Wen Yuhuai asked Auntie Chen to cook a pot of porridge, planning to carry it over to him later.
While the porridge was cooking, Wen Yuhuai poked him again: [How do you feel today? Has the fever gone down? Still uncomfortable?]
Lin Shiyu: [Uncomfortable.]
He really was uncomfortable. The fever last night wasn’t fake, he just lied about the temperature. But having stayed up all night without closing his eyes until now, even the best body couldn’t withstand it.
[When are you coming?]
Wen Yuhuai: [Cooking porridge for you. Will go when the porridge is done.]
Lin Shiyu immediately felt all his suffering was worth it. His baby was coming to see him and was even cooking porridge specially for him.
Did the others get this treatment?
He immediately crawled out of bed to wash his face and brush his teeth, checking his current appearance in the mirror along the way.
Pale face, bloodshot eyes, looking so weak he couldn’t be weaker.
Very good.
Just one flaw in the perfection: the dark circles were too obvious. People who didn’t know might think it was due to excessive indulgence last night.
No, too ugly. It couldn’t be like this.
Lin Shiyu rummaged through boxes again to find something to remedy it. After searching for a long time, he found a small tube of concealer that came as a gift with something he bought. Before the person arrived, he started painting on his face.
Ding-dong, ding-dong~
Just as he finished applying it, the doorbell rang as if rushing him to his death. Lin Shiyu frantically put the things away and ran to open the door.
“Ah Yu, I’ve been waiting for yā”
“Why is it you?!”
Fu Xingjian blocked the door, his expression cool, looking at him with a half-smile. “Didn’t you say you were sick? I came to visit the patient.”
Lin Shiyu’s face changed in a second, his tone cold and heavy: “Not needed.”
Fu Xingjian took out his phone and dialed a number lightly. “Not needed? Perfect, I’ll tell Ah Yu…”
In the end, Lin Shiyu was forced to let the person in.
Anyway, when Ah Yu arrived later, he would be at most a third wheel. If he liked to loiter, let him loiter.
Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang again. Lin Shiyu’s eyes lit up, and he got up to open the door again, only to see outside the doorā
Song Xingmian.
He seemed to recall something and turned his head to look. Sure enough, a certain person occupying the magpie’s nest was sipping hot water slowly, smiling and raising his cup to him.
The porridge was finally done. Wen Yuhuai checked the time; it was already ten in the morning.
Eating breakfast at this time seemed a bit late. Feeling a bit guilty, Wen Yuhuai asked Auntie Chen to pack more, solving breakfast and lunch together.
Ten minutes later, he finally arrived at Lin Shiyu’s door. The door opened immediately as soon as he pressed the doorbell, as if someone had been guarding the door.
“Ah Yu… you finally came…”
Lin Shiyu’s face was pale, his eyes red from the fever. He stood unsteadily on the spot, looking as if he would collapse onto him in the next second.
Wen Yuhuai quickly placed the thermal container on the entryway cabinet to the side. Just then, the person fell over, and he caught an armful of him.
He said somewhat anxiously, “If you’re this sick, why didn’t you go to the hospital?”
Lin Shiyu buried his face in the crook of his neck, his high nose rubbing against it, greedily sniffing the scent on him. He spoke with a hoarse voice: “I was waiting for you…”
Wen Yuhuai couldn’t say anything more. He struggled to drag the youth, who was taller and stronger than him, inside. However, just as they turned a corner, he saw the three people leisurely drinking tea in the living room.
āā¦ā¦ā
The gazes of the three also landed on him in unisonāmore precisely, on his waist.
Because of the posture of holding the person, the hem of the shirt inside his trench coat had ridden up, revealing a small section of his waist.
The waistline was smooth, without an ounce of excess fat. It was slender, white, and slightly folded to create a tempting, beautiful curve.
It tickled people’s hearts, and dark, paranoid thoughts took root and sprouted uncontrollably, wanting to tear apart the peaceful facade.
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