DSF Chapter 64

Yan Yibing hugged a pillow, sniffled, and pressed his phone against his ear, murmuring, “I’m fine, you don’t need to rush back.”

Even through the phone, Mama Yan’s anxious tone was palpable, “How can I not be worried? Where did you catch this illness? How did you get sick like this?”

Yan Yibing touched the cooling patch on his forehead and replied, “I don’t know where I caught it from, just my bad luck.”

Feeling her son’s pain, Mama Yan asked softly, “Are you feeling uncomfortable, son?”

Yan Yibing pondered for a moment, “It’s not bad, I just have a fever and can’t eat, nothing else. The doctor said I’ll be better within a week.”

Mama Yan sighed, “You can’t go a week without eating. Let Housekeeper Auntie make you some desserts, like yogurt sago or something.”

Yan Yibing hesitated briefly and casually said, “Han Mo made me some mung bean soup, it’s okay to eat. I’m not hungry.”

Mama Yan exclaimed, “Ah!” and quickly asked, “Was it Han Mo who made it for you? Isn’t your illness contagious?”

Yan Yibing rolled over and touched the wall with his hot palms to cool down, saying, “Who knows, maybe he’s immune to all poisons.”

He genuinely didn’t know why Han Mo didn’t react. Hugs and kisses had been exchanged, and even with the slow progress of this virus, it should have reached Han Mo by now.

Mama Yan scolded, “Don’t joke around. How could you let Han Mo take care of you? He has work too.”

Yan Yibing rolled his eyes, which caused a slight pain in his eye sockets. He covered his eyes and grunted, “What’s it to him if he’s willing?”

After a pause, Mama Yan earnestly advised, “Don’t bully Han Mo. Han Mo is an honest man who accepts death and will live a normal life without you.”

Yan Yibing pursed his lips, feeling wronged thinking about Han Mo’s recent actions. “Who are you talking about? Han Mo? Huh, he’s honest. Mom, you’re too naive!”

Mama Yan sighed, “Look at you. Even when someone kindly takes care of you, you act like this. How did I raise you to be so delicate?”

Yan Yibing retorted, “…”

He felt his temples throbbing with anger, but he couldn’t tell his mother about what Han Mo had done.

“I’m not talking anymore. I need to rest.”

Mama Yan said, “Alright, rest well, wipe off your sweat, I won’t bother you anymore.”

Yan Yibing hung up the phone, and took a deep breath with the now-warm cooling patch on his forehead. Taking advantage of Han Mo’s absence, Yan Yibing leaned against the wall and slowly went downstairs, leaning on the staircase railing, “Auntie, please prepare dinner for me today. I can heat it up in the microwave. Also, please don’t let Han Mo come in.”

The housekeeper was surprised, washing a cloth, “Why? Did you guys have a fight?”

Avoiding eye contact, Yan Yibing shook his head, “No fight, just don’t want to trouble him.”

The housekeeper hesitated, “But I bought the things he asked for. I don’t know how to make that Western stuff.”

Frowning, Yan Yibing asked, “What did he ask you to buy?”

The housekeeper replied, “He said he wanted to make French cuisine for you, beef stew with red wine and mashed potatoes.”

Darn it.

Yan Yibing swallowed hard, thinking, “I want to eat that.”

The housekeeper said, “Should I make up an excuse to send him away when he arrives?”

Licking his lips, Yan Yibing replied, “Let’s skip it for today. Since you’ve already bought the ingredients, just don’t let him come tomorrow.”

The housekeeper smiled, “Alright, your wish is my command.”

At half-past four in the afternoon, Han Mo finished his club duties and arrived at Yan Yibing’s house on time.

Yan Yibing lay on the sofa, covered with a small towel blanket, a milky-white cooling patch resting on his head, watching as Han Mo entered the kitchen.

He craned his neck slightly to confirm if Han Mo was indeed going to make beef stew with red wine and mashed potatoes.

When he saw Han Mo take out the beef and place it on the cutting board, Yan Yibing finally relaxed and averted his gaze.

Han Mo wore a relatively formal shirt, tucking it into black casual pants. The flexible waistline was clearly defined, and his broad back was slightly arched.

Sleeves rolled up, revealing a portion of his arm, Han Mo skillfully wielded the knife to cut the beef.

With his back turned, Han Mo asked, “Did Master take his medicine?”

Yan Yibing pursed his lips in response.

He called him “Master” out loud, yet secretly desired to share a bed with him.

This person’s thoughts ran quite deep.

“Eaten.”

The housekeeper, dressed and carrying her bag, praised Han Mo as she put on her shoes, “Young man, what did you do this afternoon? You hurried back to cook; you’ve really worked hard.”

Han Mo tossed the beef into the boiling water and replied softly, “No problem.”

The housekeeper left, and Yan Yibing blinked, unable to resist asking, “Did Prince research new tactics again?”

Han Mo adjusted the flame, turned around, and looked at Yan Yibing with interest.

“Master is really persistent, sparing no effort to inquire about tactics from me.”

Yan Yibing’s face reddened, remembering the incident when he tried to trick Han Mo with a voice changer.

That time was a real failure; Han Mo caught on in just a day.

Turning his face away, Yan Yibing laid his head on the cushion, and said nonchalantly, “I don’t care.”

Han Mo paused for a few seconds before saying slowly, “There’s a new member in the club, and I’ve been asked to interview him.”

Yan Yibing opened his eyes and couldn’t help but ask, “Is Prince planning to start a youth training camp?”

Han Mo replied, “No, just a new member who joined directly. He has good performance.”

Yan Yibing pondered, “Is this the one Manager Ding scouted? I haven’t been keeping up with the rankings lately.”

Han Mo’s actions paused for a moment, his eyelids slightly lowered. After a brief silence, he said. “Not scouted, he came directly.”

“Oh,” Yan Yibing said disappointedly.

Excellent new talents were needed by every team. Although good players might be available during the transfer period, the transfer fees for top players were too high. New players generally had lower signing fees, were younger, and could be trained according to the team’s style.

Sun Tianjiao had been considering transfer options since they couldn’t find a suitable new member.

Unexpectedly, Prince was lucky enough to have a new player coming over willingly.

The conversation ended here, and neither continued.

After all, the two clubs were rivals, and there were sensitive topics.

Han Mo washed two potatoes, peeled them, chopped them into small pieces, and set them aside.

To make the beef tender and delicious, it would take at least two hours of stewing.

Han Mo wasn’t in a hurry. He wiped his hands, came out, and stood by the sofa. “Clear some space for me; I have an interview.”

Yan Yibing, lying on the sofa, was unwilling to move. Lazily, he said, “Go to the dining room. There are paintings hanging near my dining table; it looks better there.”

Han Mo whispered, “Master has no conscience.”

Yan Yibing shrunk into the towel blanket, fingers gripping the edge, covering his mouth. “I have always had no conscience.”

Actually, he still didn’t dare to let Han Mo get too close.

Once or twice might not transmit the virus, but perhaps three or four times would.

Immunity is something nobody can predict.

Han Mo had no choice but to take out his Apple laptop and carry it to the dining table.

The dining table in Yan Yibing’s house is large and rectangular, the celadon-colored tabletop is covered with a creamy white tablecloth with a rose-patterned openwork net, which vaguely reveals the color of the light celadon underneath, and from a distance, it seems to be like a blossoming green rose.

His father was particular about the quality of life; even the chairs were custom-made from the factory that supplies tables and chairs to the Claridge’s Hotel.

On one side of the dining table was a wine cabinet displaying various wine brands, while on the other side hung “The Girl with a Pearl Earring.”

As Yan Yibing had said, this was more appropriate for an interview.

With his back to the living room, Han Mo pulled out a chair, opened the laptop, and logged into the YouYou Live broadcasting software.

In the backstage private messages, the host had already sent him several messages.

Han Mo checked the time; he wasn’t late.

As per the agreement, he entered the host’s live broadcast room, casually rolling down the sleeves of his shirt.

A considerable number of people had already gathered in the live broadcast room.

This event had been hyped up for five days, and many questions had been collected. Hence, even though Yan Yibing fell ill suddenly, Han Mo couldn’t easily back out.

Host: “Han Shen is here. Wait a moment, I’ll grant Han Shen permission, and then the admin will help with setup.”

Han Mo was quickly elevated to the speaking position. When the camera turned on, he adjusted the laptop’s angle.

With a faint voice, he asked, “Can you see it?”

The fans went wild:

【Aaaaaah, my husband! Long time no see, husband!】

【F***! Today is a black shirt! So damn handsome, piercing my soul!】

【Woo woo woo hubby is so fair and wearing black, can you unbutton one button?】

【I’ve bought the merchandise! I’ve already got the sportswear! Can I get a ticket for the East Asia Championship?】

【Han Shen is so handsome; I’ve been shown off again. If this continues, my girlfriend will fall for someone else!】

…

The comments flooded rapidly, mostly meaningless screams.

Han Mo just glanced at them, his expression still indifferent. Leaning back in his chair, he waited for the host to cue the next step.

The host cheerfully said, “The fans in the channel are too excited. Han Shen, say hello to everyone.”

Han Mo didn’t wear headphones, so he had to lean slightly closer to the laptop’s microphone. “Hello, everyone.”

The host already knew that after these three words, there would be no further elaboration.

“Haha, Han Shen is dressed so formally today. Do professional esports players usually dress like this?”

“Usually, I’m very casual. Today, I went to interview new recruits.”

His responses were always concise. Besides occasionally blinking his eyes, he seemed like he was frozen in time.

Yet, the fans were excited about even the slightest movement.

“Impressive, impressive! Han Shen started interviewing new recruits at nineteen. I wonder how the preparations for the East Asian Championship are going, and is it pleasant to cooperate with the other team captains?”

Yan Yibing, lying on the sofa, perked up his ears when he heard this.

It’s all his fault; the preparation hasn’t even started yet.

Although Yu Yan and Chen Chi reassured him, telling him it was fine, he heard that the training schedule in Korea was much more intense, and their attitude there was more disciplined than theirs.

Han Mo: “We have our tactics internally, and if I elaborate too much, you won’t understand. The cooperation for now is quite good; according to the regulations, we train for four hours every day.”

The host chuckled, “Hmm… the next question is a bit gossipy. Some fans are asking if you and Bing Shen can regain the tacit understanding you had back then?”

Han Mo subconsciously turned sideways and looked behind him.

Yan Yibing buried his face on the sofa.

These broadcasters were truly annoying, always trying to indirectly inquire about his relationship with Han Mo. As if everyone regretted that he and Han Mo didn’t openly argue, like all others did.

Han Mo chuckled lightly and then averted his gaze.

“Bing Shen and I don’t have to look for the tacit understanding we had back then. We have always had a tacit understanding.”

【Ha ha, my husband is getting better at talking in public.】

【Polite. They say he and Yan Yibing are in sync, preventing each other from becoming a box is already good.】

【That’s why I said it’s really dangerous this time. Many Japanese and Korean players are close friends, but here, haha, two people who can’t get along.】

【Han Shen is handsome, so that’s all that matters. Whoever is weak on the field will be embarrassed.】

【Uh… are they mocking Yan Yibing’s skills? Isn’t that a bit too much?】

The host raised an eyebrow, somewhat stunned. “Wow, it seems like we’re guaranteed to win the championship.”

“We will do our best.” Han Mo spoke without revealing much.

The host fixed her hair and smiled. “The next question is not from me; it’s from someone in the higher-ups of YouYou Live. They want to know, Han God, with such a busy training schedule and participating in so many competitions, do you still have time to deal with personal matters? It seems there are a lot of singles in the esports industry.”

【??? YouYou Live executives, don’t be hypocritical! Han God is only nineteen, now is the time to build a career.】

【Tsk tsk, female executives, speechless. Can’t you let Han Shen give some advice to water friends instead of asking useless questions?】

【My husband is still young!】

【Host, get out!】

Everyone thought Han Mo wouldn’t answer such a boring question. After all, Han Mo was indifferent by nature, and he hated others prying into his privacy.

However, a few seconds later, Han Mo lowered his gaze and said softly, “Yes, if I like someone, I can always make time.”

【???】

【Damn! It’s not what I thought!】

【You’re still young! Mom doesn’t allow it!】

【I’m jealous, I’m jealous. Is it that Lemon? Last time, she gave Han Shen a cologne.】

【Don’t mention Lemon. Sob sob, there’s nothing we can do. Lemon is beautiful and rich.】

Yan Yibing bit his lip, fingers digging into the sofa cover.

The host looked shocked, obviously not wanting to believe it either.

“Han Shen already likes someone? Congratulations then.”

Han Mo leaned back, playing with a thermometer in his hand.

“Still pursuing. He has a bad temper.”

Rumor-mongering!

Yan Yibing narrowed his eyes and stared at Han Mo.

Clearly, everyone praised him for having a good and gentle temper.

However, Han Mo seemed oblivious to the intense glare behind him and calmly said, “But recently, he’s had a fever and become a bit clingy.”

Yan Yibing fiercely tugged at the towel.

Slander!

When did he ever act clingy?

Host: “So, Han Shen is currently taking care of his girlfriend?”

Han Mo paused for a moment, speaking softly, “Not a girlfriend, my baby.”

【Damn! I just got dumped.】

【Sour, sour, sour! Who could that woman be?】

【Lemon recently had a live broadcast and didn’t have a fever, it’s not Lemon!】

【If I immediately get a fever, can I win Han Shen’s love?】

【666 awesome, if you have a championship, you will also have a baby.】

…

After the interview, Han Mo shut down the computer, turned around, and found Yan Yibing sitting up on the sofa, almond eyes wide open, staring seriously at him.

“Han Mo, who is your baby?”

Han Mo raised an eyebrow, lightly placing the thermometer on the table and casually said, “I can’t even talk about it, Master is so stingy.”

Yan Yibing frowned calmly, “No matter what you do, I won’t bend. Don’t waste your efforts.”

Although he spoke decisively, his head was topped with an ice pack, his hair stuck up with a dazed look, and he was wrapped in an orange towel. He didn’t have much momentum.

Han Mo stared at him for a few seconds, didn’t speak, turned around, and headed to the kitchen.

He opened the lid, checked the texture of the beef, then put the chopped potato chunks into another pot to boil.

After boiling, he mashed the potatoes in a blender, poured them out, and sautéed them with heated butter and milk.

Once the mashed potatoes absorbed all the butter and milk, he scooped them out and placed them on a plate.

He then poured red wine and various spices into the beef soup and simmered it for an hour.

When the soup thickened, he poured it over the mashed potatoes.

The steaming aroma of the stew immediately overflowed with richness, causing everyone to salivate, including Yan Yibing.

He could only consume liquid food, which was digested quickly, and he was starving.

Smelling the savory beef, he couldn’t help but lick his slightly dry lips.

That little beast knew how to do everything; in comparison, he felt utterly useless.

He watched as Han Mo brought out the beef and mashed potatoes. There was even a silver spoon on the plate.

Han Mo walked up to him, scooped a spoonful of mashed potatoes soaked in soup, and looked down at him.

“Want to eat?”

Yan Yibing raised his chin, tore off the ice pack from his head, and swallowed his saliva.

Han Mo brought the spoon near his mouth, and Yan Yibing reached out to take it, saying, “I can do it myself.”

However, Han Mo withdrew the spoon.

Yan Yibing missed, his fingers pausing in mid-air, and he stared at Han Mo.

Han Mo fiddled with the spoon, casually saying, “Then can I call you baby?”

Yan Yibing pursed his lips and said cautiously. “No.”

Han Mo wasn’t disappointed, just nodded thoughtfully. “Then, I won’t feed you.”

Yan Yibing urgently said, “Aren’t you here to take care of the patient?”

Han Mo placed the plate on the coffee table, calmly replying, “I’m not willing to take care of every patient.”

“…”

Han Mo didn’t feel sorry at all, and poured the mashed potatoes back into the spoon: “If you don’t eat it, I’ll take it away.”

Yan Yibing’s stomach was faintly rumbling. He couldn’t help but say, “Hey!”

Han Mo stopped, and looked at him, showing no sign of compromise.

Yan Yibing struggled with a frown for a moment, then whispered, “Just once, and it doesn’t mean anything, It’s just exchanging a dinner.”

Anyway, that day when Han Mo carried him home on his back, he had already called him that once. Calling again wouldn’t make much of a difference.

And besides, there were only him and Han Mo at home, and nobody else would know.

Han Mo, being such a beast, would really not feed him if he said he wouldn’t.

Han Mo chuckled, picked up the spoonful of mashed potatoes again, and fed it to him, saying, “Baby, open up.”

Yan Yibing wanted to lift his hand to take the spoon, but Han Mo firmly pressed it down with his left hand.

With a piercing gaze, Han Mo’s low voice carried a seductive tone.

“Answer me.”

Yan Yibing looked at the mashed potatoes in front of him, his eyelids quivering slightly, his ears turning red, and he whispered, “Um.”

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Author’s Message:

Yan Yibing: Ahhhhhhhhh, little beast!

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