Chi Han, using his instincts, knew that Rong Xu definitely hadn’t eaten dinner the whole night. So, he rolled up his sleeves, ready to showcase his ancestral culinary skill —
Boiling instant noodles.
“… Rong Xu, do you want some chili? I can add another egg for you.”
Making someone eat instant noodles on their birthday made Chi Han feel a bit embarrassed, but it was the only thing he could cook.
He vowed to diligently practice cooking after going back, planning to make sixty-four different dishes without any repetition next time.
Rong Xu sat at the dining table, his ink-like eyes fixed on Chi Han as he bioled egg into the pot. Soon, the water started to boil, and white steam spread out.
Unintentionally, a touch of warmth and fireworks filled the air.
It had been a long time since Rong Xu felt the warmth of home in this house.
Chi Han scooped out the noodles, delicately placed the soft-boiled egg on top, and then poured a large spoonful of soup.
“Alright, alright, dig in quickly.”
Worried that Rong Xu might not have enough to eat, Chi Han specially prepared a plate of sliced beef and pancakes. Though simple, it could be considered a decent late-night snack.
Only one orange ceiling light illuminated the dining room, barely lighting up the area where the two sat.
However, Rong Xu liked this kind of ambiance.
Here, even if they didn’t speak, he could feel the other person very close to him.
He first pushed the bowl towards Chi Han’s side. Seeing him shake his head, Rong Xu then picked up a chopstick full of noodles and brought it to his mouth.
The light blue safety button on the bracelet slightly swayed with his movements, reflecting a faint blue light. Coupled with Rong Xu’s fair and slender wrist, it was captivating.
Actions speak louder than words.
Rong Xu grew up in a prestigious family estate, adhering to all the etiquette expected in such a noble household.
Even eating a bowl of cheap instant noodles, his actions were still pleasing to the eye.
Chi Han was still running a low-grade fever. His eyelids felt heavy as he supported his chin with his hand, watching Rong Xu.
Was it that his filter was too heavy?
Why did he find Rong Xu so handsome even when he was just eating?
The villa surroundings were extremely quiet in the early morning, with only the occasional passing of a car.
Rong Xu ate the egg one bite at a time, chewing slowly in an adorable manner. His long, dark eyelashes hung down, lightly quivering like little brushes.
Suddenly, those beautiful eyes lifted, and Chi Han’s face, full of admiration, collided directly with Rong Xu’s gaze. His expression froze: “…”
Following this, Chi Han hastily averted his gaze, scratching his neck while glancing around awkwardly. “Your house is well-decorated…”
Rong Xu, thinking about the eyes just now, all belonging to himself, felt a sudden intense throbbing in his chest.
Originally, he thought he would be satisfied as long as he heard Chi Han wish him a happy birthday. However, after receiving it, he found himself wanting more.
Chi Han believed that this topic could still smoothly shift, as it always did before. However, he never expected that tonight, Rong Xu would actually inquire!
“What are you looking at?”
Meeting those pitch-black eyes, Chi Han opened his mouth but was momentarily speechless.
How should he put it?
You look too good, so I got momentarily entranced?
Chi Han mentally slapped himself twice. Saying that would be a confession of being a pervert, wouldn’t it?!
If a guy said that to him, it would undoubtedly lead to a fight.
After careful consideration, Chi Han offered what he considered a reasonable and plausible explanation, “Actually, there’s oil on the corner of your mouth.”
To enhance credibility, Chi Han even grabbed a tissue and reached out to wipe it for him. “See! There really is oil!”
Rong Xu: “…”
He closed his eyes, and all his thoughts instantly scattered.
“Go to sleep; someone will clean up the bowl.”
Watching Rong Xu’s departing figure, Chi Han scratched his head in confusion. Why did he feel like the atmosphere around Rong Xu became even colder after his explanation?
The villa had many rooms, but in the end, Rong Xu, using the excuse that other rooms hadn’t been cleaned, arranged Chi Han into the guest room next to his own.
Chi Han, pushing through despite feeling unwell, took a shower. He initially thought he would feel better after waking up, but he unexpectedly started running a fever again in the middle of the night.
Helpless, Chi Han had to make a call to the butler to continue the intravenous drip back home.
When leaving Rong Xu’s house, he even smiled and waved at Rong Xu, “See you on Monday!”
Rong Xu sat in the wheelchair, watching Chi Han being assisted into the car. He could only sit here, the night wind chilling his legs. He left in a hurry, even forgetting to bring a blanket.
He stared gloomily at the gradually disappearing car lights, thinking about Chi Han’s face, burning red. Even his palms were scalding hot due to the urgency with which he had left, not even grabbing a blanket.
He tightly clasped the safety charm on his wrist, his eyes burning with both heat and coldness.
***
Chi Han was confined to bed by the butler for a day.
He couldn’t fulfill his promise to celebrate Rong Xu’s birthday, and he felt a bit regretful.
After reading books for a day, Chi Han took medicine and had a good night’s sleep. The next day, he finally felt like he had come back to life.
Having turned himself into a ghost-like state with a bucket of cold water, Chi Han, in pain but resolute, decided to intensify his exercise routine.
Upon entering the classroom for the morning session, Chi Han felt that the atmosphere seemed a bit off. Following everyone’s gaze, he widened his eyes the next moment.
Why did Rong Xu come so early today?!
Chi Han walked a few steps over, put down his backpack, dragged a stool, and sat down. “Why did you come so early today?”
Rong Xu had been keeping a cold face since he entered the classroom, but it softened a bit when he saw Chi Han. He handed over a package, gesturing for Chi Han to take it.
In the class, people had been looking over at them, craning their necks as if they wanted to stick their heads into a bag to see what was going on.
“Oh, my God, it’s only been a few days, and that cripple is already involved with Chi Han? Did he especially come early today to deliver something?”
“That cripple must be good at licking. After all, he’s from the Rong family!”
“Tsk tsk, if you know how to talk, say a few more words. Hey, guys, guess what kind of thing that disabled guy gave?”
“Who knows? Why don’t you go ask?”
“Cut it out, I’m not going. A few days ago, I saw him bringing lunch to Chi Han every day. Damn, it’s like raising a son. Do you think Rong Xu might be sick? It’s so disgusting; who dares to eat the food he brings!”
“Even if Chi Han eats it all, it’s not good. A son picked up for free, not bad, hahaha…”
“Awesome, awesome, rushing to be a son. No wonder I don’t have the talent to be a bootlicker.”
“…”
Listening to those unrestrained vulgarities, Rong Xu’s gaze suddenly darkened. He gripped the bag so tightly that his fingertips turned white.
These derogatory words, which he had long been accustomed to, now sounded so harsh when directed at Chi Han.
This place was like a stinking swamp, and he had long been deeply mired in it.
But these mud-covered insects now harbored the delusion of pulling Chi Han into the mess.
A gloominess filled Rong Xu’s eyes, and the hand holding the bag almost recoiled.
Just as he was about to retreat, Chi Han swiftly grabbed his hand, taking the bag from him. Inside were various fever-reducing medicines, and there were even two boxes of candies.
Was this because Rong Xu thought Chi Han might find the medicine bitter?
Chi Han couldn’t help but feel both helpless and amused. Rong Xu really had no experience in taking care of people; he did things based on his own thoughts, earnest and sincere.
Yet, this precisely indicated that Rong Xu himself had almost never been taken care of, explaining why he was so lacking in this aspect.
“Thank you for bringing me the medicine, Rong Xu. Sometimes, when you should pretend to be deaf, you should pretend to be deaf, because some people’s mouths are not just for talking but also for farting.”
Chi Han bent his eyes, full of a smiling expression. His voice was neither loud nor soft, just enough to be heard by the whole class.
The person who spoke just now: “……….”
Rong Xu’s gloomy expression paused for a moment, and the slightly tensed corners of his lips softened.
A significant portion of the accumulated frustration in his heart suddenly dissipated.
He lifted his head, coldly glancing at those people, his icy gaze piercing.
Those who were joking just now suddenly broke into a cold sweat. They almost forgot that this person, who endured humiliation, was once a ruthless person who wielded a chair to strike others.
