TVSS Chapter 62

The extremely familiar energy fluctuations made Su Jingxuan turn his head at the first moment. With just one glance, he recognized the person he was looking for among the men entering the hospital room.

A handsome man walked at the forefront of the crowd, his cold face displaying a calm expression. He wore a simple shirt and trousers, appearing ordinary, but he couldn’t hide the powerful aura emanating naturally from the depths of his soul.

The steady steps he took carried an indescribable pressure, making people submit. Several men, a few steps behind him, clearly showed their obedience, proving his authority.

Su Jingxuan stared at his lover, who finally appeared, with a gaze full of surprise and excitement.

He wanted to rush forward and speak, but because it was their first meeting in this world, and the other person didn’t recognize him, he restrained himself from being too abrupt. He focused intently on that familiar, stern face to alleviate his yearning.

This evident focus didn’t escape the sharp perception of Song Mochen. Turning his head at the first moment, he looked at Su Jingxuan. His usually calm heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The unfamiliar young man’s appearance wasn’t particularly outstanding, but he was very delicate and cute, with bright eyes, white teeth, peach-like cheeks, and a frail body in hospital attire that carried a kind of sickly beauty.

Especially those beautiful eyes, shining like stars in the sky. When they locked onto him, the smile that burst forth from within could make one reluctant to look away.

Reining in his gaze, Song Mochen quickened his pace into the hospital room, maintaining an expressionless demeanor. In a low voice, he called out to the old man.

“Grandpa.”

Hearing his voice, the old man lifted his head, immediately showing a joyful expression and beckoning him to come over.

“You brat finally came. Come quickly, help me see how to make this move in chess. Today, old man, I’ve encountered a formidable opponent. This little guy is extraordinary.”

Observing the old man’s behavior and seeing the half-finished chess game on the small table by the sickbed, Song Mochen understood the situation without the need for an explanation. It was undoubtedly another episode of the old man’s chess addiction.

Then, looking at Su Jingxuan, who raised his eyebrows and pointed at the chessboard, revealing a gentle smile, it was clear who the old man referred to as the little guy.

Glancing at the chessboard with a predetermined outcome, Song Mochen directly shattered the old man’s expectations, stating concisely.

“The game is already decided.”

“How could that be? You brat, you have to help me win. I can’t afford to lose this game, or I’ll have to draw on my face.”

The old man protested, immediately widening his eyes and playing the mischievous child. He had initially planned to entertain the young patient, play a small game, and perhaps gamble a bit. However, unexpectedly, he had gotten himself entangled in it.

Losing and refusing to admit it is unacceptable, but if admitting defeat means having something drawn on your face, it would be embarrassing when it spreads to his group of old friends.

“Old man, if you lose, you have to admit it.”

The old butler couldn’t help but laugh on the side, adding fuel to the fire. Usually, the old man would boast when he won against them. Now that he has encountered a worthy opponent, it’s payback time.

“What do you mean, I haven’t finished yet,” the old man, with a stubborn personality, immediately puffed his beard and glared.

Clearly, he was being evasive and refusing to admit defeat.

The old butler and Song Mochen understood the temper of their master well.

Su Jingxuan, after spending some time with the old man, also noticed the childish nature of the old man. The delay achieved its purpose, and he stopped teasing the old man, holding a lollipop.

“Grandpa Song, you haven’t had your afternoon checkup yet. Why don’t you go for a checkup and rest for a while? I’ll go back to the ward to have lunch. When you come back, we can play three more rounds to determine the winner. This time, let’s make it interesting. If Grandpa loses, he’ll give me this chess set. If I lose, I’ll give you a set. How about that?”

Having teased the old man for the whole afternoon, he gave him an out.

However, the old man was lacking in emotional intelligence when it came to playing chess. He suddenly realized the situation, holding his precious chess set like a child with a cherished toy.

“Sure, little guy, you’ve been waiting for me here. Pay attention to my precious.”

The old butler felt quite embarrassed.

Helpless, Su Jingxuan took out the lollipop from his mouth, shrugged, and spoke directly.

“If Grandpa Song is reluctant, forget it. If you insist on refusing, I won’t play with you anymore. If you lose now, you have to let me draw something on your face. I won’t come tomorrow either.”

“The little guy doesn’t care about the old man at all.”

The old man’s face turned red, not wanting to be accused of evading defeat but also unwilling to part with his cherished chess set. He struggled with conflicting emotions, as it was his prized possession, and he didn’t want to give it to the cute young man.

“You’re evading defeat; you don’t want to admit it.”

Su Jingxuan remained unmoved, raising his chin with a disdainful expression.

His disdainful expression was too obvious, making the old man’s face even redder. Hugging his precious chess set, he struggled between embarrassment and reluctance. Despite the struggle, he couldn’t come up with a decision. Finally, he had to cast a resentful look at the old butler and grandson, seeking help. Despite feeling embarrassed to compete with a young man for something, the old man received no assistance.

The old butler couldn’t help but turn his head and chuckle, offering no help.

Song Mochen also ignored the situation.

Not getting any response for assistance, the old man became furious. He glared resentfully at his abandoned butler and grandson. Seeing Su Jingxuan’s disdainful expression and finally feeling cornered, he had no choice but to nod in agreement.

“Fine, young lad, wait for me. I’ll come back and continue. Three games, two victories. If I lose again, I’ll give you this chess set. I’ll keep my word.”

“Okay, thank you, Grandpa Song. Please go quickly; I’ll wait for your return.”

The young man finally nodded. Su Jingxuan immediately put away his disdainful expression, returning to a smiling face. While gathering the chess set in front of him, he eagerly urged.

His demeanor and actions made it seem like he had already won, causing the old man both heartache and regret. The young lad’s chess skills were indeed formidable, and the old man had a very slim chance of winning. However, he couldn’t decline; drawing on his face in front of so many people would be even more embarrassing.

Reluctantly looking at the rosewood chess set that Su Jingxuan happily brought over, the old man glared at the butler and grandson with resentment before reluctantly heading to do the physical examination that had been postponed until now.

Fortunately, this was a private hospital specifically serving the upper class. There was no need to wait in lines like in regular hospitals, giving the old man the opportunity to indulge in this childish behavior.

Watching the old man leave the room in a huff like a playful child, Su Jingxuan picked up a chess piece with a peculiar fragrance, sniffed it at his nose, and didn’t leave. He turned to the one staring at him, Song Mochen, and smiled, initiating the conversation.

“Brother, you’re Grandpa Song’s grandson, right? Just now, Grandpa Song lost and refused to admit it. He even said he’d let his super talented grandson help him win and scare me with a painted face.”

His curled eyelashes fluttered, his smile radiant, not a bit shy. With a hint of mischief, he sat cross-legged, looking cute in an instant.

Before this, Song Mochen never thought that one person’s expression could influence others. However, the smile on the young man’s face now made him feel a slight tremor in his heart.

Not being good at small talk, especially with someone nearly a decade younger, he had no idea what to say to such a young person. So, instead of responding, he sat on the sofa with a faint expression, changing his posture to conceal his emotional thoughts.

The few people with him, seeing the stoic commander sitting silently, thought he didn’t want to engage in conversation. Exchanging glances, one of them prepared to approach and drive the young man away.

However, the young man took the initiative, coming down from the bed and running barefoot directly to the boss, the top-ranking commander.

“Why aren’t you talking to me? You must be Grandpa Song’s grandson. I just heard you call Grandpa Song ‘grandpa.'”

Su Jingxuan didn’t care about the coldness of his bare feet. Looking at the man on the sofa, he actively struck up a conversation. At this moment, his heart and eyes were filled with love for his partner, sparkling brightly.

This kind of gaze made Song Mochen a bit uncomfortable. No one had dared to stare at him like this before, let alone smile at him. Everyone feared and respected him.

He also didn’t like people getting too close to him. Suddenly, someone approached him, and he was very unaccustomed, but he couldn’t help but enjoy this feeling.

Glancing at the cute, moving toes of the young man, he picked up the air conditioner remote control from the table, slightly raising the indoor temperature, and then reminded him.

“Put on your shoes.”

His voice was deep, and his non-smiling appearance made people feel very serious. If it were someone else, they would surely feel afraid, thinking he was reprimanding them for being disrespectful.

His subordinates also thought so because the Song family was an extremely etiquette-focused aristocratic family. Even if Grandpa Song was mischievous, his own demeanor still exuded the air of an aristocrat.

But only Su Jingxuan knew that the man was caring for him. The action with the air conditioner was too obvious.

“I don’t want to wear them. I hit my feet on a stone in the garden earlier, and it hurts to wear shoes.”

He joyfully sat next to the man, tilting his head, staring at his lover’s face with blinking eyes. He reached out, affectionately grabbing the man’s arm, completely lacking the distance one would expect when meeting someone for the first time.

He couldn’t help but want to keep looking at the man; he missed him so much. This time, he was delayed for two months before seeing him again.

“Brother Song, Grandpa Song said you’re very good at chess. Shall we have a game?”

Regardless of whether the man responded or not, Su Jingxuan took the initiative to use an affectionate term and tried to get closer to his lover as quickly as possible.

Song Mochen’s arm, being grabbed by him, stiffened.

His subordinates were secretly surprised. Someone dared to ignore the cold air around the top general and approached him. It was truly rare.

But what surprised them even more was that the usually aloof General Song, who maintained a cold demeanor, not only did not push the person away but also held the young man’s purple feet in his hands to inspect them.

“What illness do you have?”

Song Mochen frowned, and there was a subtle hint of concern in his voice. Although he wasn’t a doctor, he could tell that the bruising on the young man’s feet wasn’t simple.

“It’s not a severe illness; it’ll be fine soon. Thank you for your concern, Brother Song.”

Su Jingxuan let him hold his feet without saying much, shaking his head. He didn’t want to worry his lover too much. He didn’t say anything, and Song Mochen didn’t ask again. If he wanted to know, he could check the medical records at the hospital. Song Mochen found the endearing term rather pleasing.

The cold feeling of unfamiliarity from a moment ago disappeared. There was a touch of patience formed through familiarity and practice. With one hand holding his feet and the other pinching his greenish cheek, a rare smile appeared on the handsome face.

“You’re quite bold. What’s your name?”

Song Mochen didn’t notice anything inappropriate about his actions at the moment. Seeing the young man so close, he acted on instinct, unaware of how unusual it was.

However, everyone else in the room was shocked. They had never seen General Song show such closeness and gentleness to anyone before. The general was someone whom people feared and respected. Yet now, he was smiling at a young man and even touching him voluntarily. It was simply unbelievable.

Su Jingxuan didn’t pay attention to the expressions of the people in the room. The fact that Song Mochen was willingly approaching him made him happy. It meant that his lover was returning to normal, not constrained by the rules of the world anymore.

Happily wiggling the feet held by the man, he quickly told his lover his current name, making it easier for him to investigate and find him in the future.

“Brother Song, my name is Jiang Zichen. I live in the innermost room on this floor. I—”

“Xiao Chen, what are you doing? Where are you putting your feet? Why are you so rude? Come down right now.”

Before he could finish his sentence, the door to the ward was pushed open again, and Yang Cailian’s slightly reproachful and apologetic voice came from behind. At the same time, there was also a cold and icy gaze.