Xu Chenghao was startled by the sudden heartfelt words of love: “Do you know what you’re saying?”
Jing Yicheng said, “Of course, it means that as long as you don’t drive me away, I’ll stay with you all the time, even when you’re healed.”
Xu Chenghao stared at his sincere expression, beginning to doubt whether his mindset was off. He had actually mistaken these words of guilt compensation for heartfelt words of love and startled himself. It’s a bit embarrassing.
Fortunately, he didn’t ask directly.
Xu Chenghao secretly breathed a sigh of relief and forced himself to remain calm: “Alright, that’s what brothers are for!”
Jing Yicheng frowned, always feeling that this sentence didn’t convey the meaning he intended… Before he could correct it, the door to the ward was suddenly knocked on, a familiar voice broke through the door’s defenses, interrupting their atmosphere, and reminding them, “Boss, dinner’s here.”
Xu Chenghao instantly abandoned Jing Yicheng, warmly welcoming the assistant’s arrival: “Come in quickly, I’m starving!”
The assistant pushed the door open, politely saying, “Good evening, Mr. Xu. I asked the doctor, and he said you can only eat light food, so I separately packed a portion for you. Boss, this is yours.”
Xu Chenghao sat up happily: “Thank you… and these strawberries, you bought them, right? Thanks.”
The assistant felt the boss’s displeased gaze and subtly pushed his glasses, calmly saying, “Mr. Xu misunderstood. These were all ordered by the boss for me to do.”
Xu Chenghao: “Thanks to Mr. Jing too!” Jing Yicheng: “…You’re welcome.” As they spoke, Xu Chenghao finally finished unwrapping the package. Although he anticipated not being able to eat much, he couldn’t help but frown when he saw the white congee. He glanced at Jing Yicheng’s obviously more sumptuous and delicious dinner.
Jing Yicheng didn’t hesitate: “I’ll have congee with you.”
“Forget it, after eating your fill, you still have to take care of me.” Xu Chenghao glanced at the ward and asked, “Is there a living room outside? Go there to eat, the farther away from me, the better.”
Jing Yicheng tried to resist: “What if you need help while I’m outside?”
Xu Chenghao pointed to the assistant: “Isn’t he here?”
Jing Yicheng turned abruptly to look at the assistant, his eyes revealing a sense of betrayal.
The assistant: “…”
Xu Chenghao leaned against the bed and took a sip of the congee, urging, “Hurry up, are you trying to starve me? I’m already hungry, and you’re making me look at all this…”
Jing Yicheng could only pick up the dinner and stand up: “Then wait a moment, I’ll be back after I finish eating!”
Xu Chenghao continued to drink the congee and mumbled in response.
Jing Yicheng reluctantly left the ward. Xu Chenghao waited until the door closed behind him, instantly stopped drinking his porridge, and asked, “Has news of my car accident spread?”
The assistant immediately regained seriousness: “No, the location of the accident was relatively remote, and afterwards, you were directly taken to a private hospital by the bodyguard responsible for your safety. Besides, the confidentiality here is the strongest, I believe no one will know.”
Xu Chenghao felt slightly relieved and continued to inquire, “Can you provide more details about the car accident?”
The assistant hesitated and glanced at the door. At this sight, he realized that with just a few centimeters open, the door allowed enough light for anyone outside to eavesdrop. If it wasn’t his boss listening, then who?
The assistant broke out in a cold sweat and tried to be tactful. “The details of this matter are still being sorted out. I believe it won’t be long before we have results. You can ask the boss then, I’m sure the boss will be willing to clarify things for you.”
Xu Chenghao took a sip of tasteless congee and sighed. “I dare not ask him when he’s like this.”
He almost suffocated to death after waking up, but Jing Yicheng was both afraid and guilty. Although he didn’t say it aloud, Xu Chenghao didn’t dare to ask either, afraid that asking too much would only upset him further.
The assistant smoothly changed the subject, “It’s obvious that Mr. Xu cares a lot about our boss.”
Xu Chenghao uncomfortably looked away, “It’s okay, after all, we’re friends.”
The assistant observed carefully and continued, “Very few people actively care about our boss. Mr. Xu is really good to our boss.”
Xu Chenghao started eating his congee again. “Very few? Aren’t you quite concerned about him too?”
Assistant: “My concern is a matter of subordinates caring for their leader, maintaining this situation out of interest. Mr. Xu and the boss are genuine friends, purely caring for each other as individuals, which is rare and valuable.”
“No,” Xu Chenghao said lightly, “We’re maintaining the relationship based on his guilt.”
The assistant frowned, “I think Mr. Xu misunderstood.”
“That’s the fact.” Xu Chenghao put the empty bowl aside and forcibly changed the subject, “By the way, where’s my little yellow duck? And I’ve changed my clothes, have you seen a cloth bag with chili inside?”
The assistant noted the question and replied, “Yes, I gave it to the boss. Mr. Xu can ask the boss about it.”
After Xu Chenghao had eaten and taken quite a few pills, his spirits, which had been active all day, finally began to wane. He gestured, “Please bring me the toiletries. I’ll brush my teeth and wash my face… I might skip shower.”
“Sure.” The assistant went into the washroom and quickly brought out everything, assisting Xu Chenghao with his hygiene.
Once Xu Chenghao had tidied up and lay down in bed, he was already dozing off by the time Jing Yicheng finished eating and came in.
Though Xu Chenghao seemed fine when awake, the exhaustion was evident once he closed his eyes.
As Jing Yicheng tucked him in, he suddenly felt a pang of pity, and more so, guilt, because he knew he had performed poorly today, not only failing to take care of Xu Chenghao but also needing comfort from him… especially considering the injury was caused by him.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt like a jerk. Jing Yicheng’s hand tightened around the edge of the blanket, his dark eyes filled with volatile emotions, almost punching himself.
The assistant stood behind him, sighed softly, and decided to be the good guy again, “Boss, there’s something I want to tell you.”
Jing Yicheng got up quietly, turned off the wall lamp, and switched on a night light, indicating for the assistant to follow him out.
They left the ward quietly, and only when they closed the door behind them in the outer room did Jing Yicheng speak up, “What do you want to say?”
Assistant: “About our conversation just now.”
“I heard everything.” Jing Yicheng lit a cigarette for himself, walked directly to the balcony, opened the door, and stood outside.
His assistant followed him, “I think what you know might not be thorough enough.”
Jing Yicheng: “What do you mean?”
The assistant: “Do you remember the private conversation we had at the beginning of the project?”
Jing Yicheng nodded, “I do.”
The assistant continued, “Are you sure now?”
Jing Yicheng, impatiently, asked, “What exactly are you trying to say?”
After hesitating for a few seconds, the assistant spoke softly, “It’s evident that Mr. Xu has feelings for you. If you’re sure about your feelings and believe it’s the right time to give a positive response, then go ahead. But if you’re unsure, it’s best to maintain a suitable distance from Mr. Xu to avoid any misunderstandings.”
Jing Yicheng choked on the smoke, covering his mouth, coughing repeatedly, “Close-cough-cough-the door!”
The assistant hurriedly closed the balcony door. Jing Yicheng could only relax after his coughing fit subsided, then immediately asked, “What did you just say? Xu Chenghao has feelings for me? How do you know?”
The assistant was worried about the boss’s emotional intelligence: “You can’t hide your feelings for someone. Now, Mr. Xu’s attitude towards you is so different from his attitude during the project. Anyone with a discerning eye can see it.”
Jing Yicheng doubts, “Can everyone see it?”
The assistant reminded: “Why don’t you think carefully about when Mr. Xu started treating you differently?”
Jing Yicheng began to recall, replaying memories in his mind repeatedly, and finally confirmed, “He has always been very good to me.”
The assistant, who has witnessed the boss being hit on the head and splashed with water: “…Are you sure?”
Jing Yicheng: “I’m sure.”
Assistant: “…”
Alright, as long as you’re happy.
The assistant forcefully changed the subject and continued, “Being good to you shows that Mr. Xu cares about you, which means he likes you. So, aren’t you going to consider what you want?”
Jing Yicheng lit a second cigarette: “What do I want? I don’t know.”
The assistant forcefully changed the subject and continued, “Being good to you shows that Mr. Xu cares about you, which means he likes you. So, aren’t you going to consider what you want?”
Jing Yicheng lit a second cigarette: “What do I want? I don’t know.”
The assistant said helplessly: “Then let me ask in a different way—Boss, do you think Mr. Xu is handsome? Is there anyone who can compare to Mr. Xu? Are you willing to change for him? Do you feel pain when you see him hurt? Do you feel reluctant to see him suffer?”
“If you don’t like Mr. Xu, then let me ask, Boss, would you be willing to see him marry someone else and stay away from his life from then on? His family, love life, and even the rest of his life would have nothing to do with you. Are you willing?”
Question after question bombarded Jing Yicheng, freezing him in place with his hand poised to smoke, but not moving for a while.
He truly didn’t know what he wanted. But, he could answer each subsequent question: he found Xu Chenghao handsome, believing that in his eyes, no one could compare in terms of appearance, temperament, ability, or means!
He was willing to change for Xu Chenghao and empathized with his pain, wanting to bear it all for him. But he couldn’t imagine Xu Chenghao leaving him one day to live with someone else, and he couldn’t intervene, only silently watching as an outsider, watching someone else take away what belonged to him and enjoy Xu Chenghao’s life and affection!
Jing Yicheng felt like he was about to explode just thinking about it, forcefully stubbing out his cigarette on the balcony… Forget living with Xu Chenghao, sharing meals, sharing a bed, or even being intimate; now, he was angry at the mere thought of anyone touching Xu Chenghao, wishing he could keep all his attention for himself…
Frustrating! The more he thought about it, the angrier he got! He wants to see who dares to compete with him for people, who dares to take Xu Chenghao away from under his nose!
The assistant silently watched as the cigarette was forcibly crushed, coughed lightly, and said, “Boss, if you’ve made up your mind, then I’ll leave first.”
“Just a moment!” Jing Yicheng regained his senses and said, “How should I tell him?”
The assistant suggested, “You can express your affection actively while taking care of Mr. Xu. Now is the best time for you to confess.”
Jing Yicheng frowned, “Now?”
Assistant: “Yes, because he can’t escape after you confess now… No, I mean, Mr. Xu needs care right now. Giving him care and confessing will surely touch him.”
T/N: What will Haohao and Yicheng do without their assistants? These love guru assistants deserve a raise!
Guys we are entering the dating era!!!💃🏼
