TL: Hua
Ye Rongxu looked listless, probably because he coughed too hard. His pale face, with a hint of illness, turned slightly red.
The two bodyguards holding Qin Chaoyan looked at each other in bewilderment. This situation was different from what they imagined.
It is expected that this spoiled young master should be arrogant, capricious, and unforgiving. When he saw Qin Chaoyan, who caused him to fall into the water, he would definitely make things difficult for him. It would be best if he humiliated and punished him as soon as they met.
This was also what Qin Qijiang hoped for. After all, the more excessive the young master was, the harder it would be for Ye Boxuan to say anything about it.
In the end, this matter was just a conflict between the two juniors, and the young master also vented his anger. If Ye Boxuan, as an elder, said anything else, wouldn’t it be too much?
The young master was hospitalized, but his life wasn’t really in danger, so could he still make Qin Chaoyan pay with his life?
If the young master was even more vicious and the punishment and humiliation were too excessive, Ye Boxuan might even have to compensate the Qin family for what his son did.
As for what Qin Chaoyan, who was sent to vent the young master’s anger, would suffer, Qin Qijiang didn’t care.
He was just an illegitimate child anyway. Even if he was beaten, scolded, and bullied by the young master, it didn’t matter. It was his only contribution to the Qin family. Who let him be the main cause of this matter?
Qin Qijiang had more than one illegitimate child, and Qin Chaoyan was just the one who was particularly unpleasant. What’s more, he also had an excellent legitimate son, Qin Jingxu, as his heir.
So under his instructions, the bodyguards pressed Qin Chaoyan to his knees as soon as they entered the door. This was to show the attitude of the Qin family and also for Ye Boxuan to see.
However, the subsequent development was beyond the expectations of the two bodyguards.
Ye Rongxu didn’t lose his temper or punish Qin Chaoyan.
He seemed to be feeling a little uncomfortable. After a slight cough, he looked a little depressed. He said to the nurse and the bodyguards, “You all go out.”
Then he lifted his eyelids, looked at Qin Chaoyan, and asked, “Why didn’t you start?”
The bodyguards had to release their grip that was pressing on Qin Chaoyan’s shoulder. After looking at each other, they slowly left the room.
Massaging feet can also be considered a kind of punishment, right? The two thought with uncertainty.
One of them glanced at the young master’s white, thin, and slender feet. He soon averted his gaze as if being scorched and secretly thought, How can it be a punishment to be able to hold such feet and fiddle with them? It’s almost considered enjoyable. This illegitimate child, whose surname is Qin, is really blessed.
Ye Rongxu noticed his explicit gaze, and his expression suddenly became gloomy. He grabbed the object close at hand and threw it at him, saying furiously, “What are you looking at?”
After throwing, he coughed violently, had difficulty breathing, and his fingers painfully grabbed the collar of the hospital gown, revealing the dark blue blood vessels on the back of his hand and the thin wrist bones.
He inhaled with difficulty, and his already pale face completely lost its color. The veins on his forehead were faintly visible as he frowned in pain.
Seeing his sudden onset of illness, the bodyguards and Lin Jiaojiao standing in the doorway were startled, and the nurse also hurried forward.
But Qin Chaoyan, who was in front of the wheelchair, moved faster. He leaned over and grabbed the nebulizer next to Ye Rongxu. With his other hand, he quickly pinched his pale and thin chin, forcing him to slightly tilt his face up, aim the machine at his mouth, and press with one hand.
Ye Rongxu’s face was only the size of Qin Chaoyan’s palm. After being pinched like this, it looked even smaller. His body, suffering from a lack of oxygen, completely lost momentum when he threw things at people just now. At this moment, he was like a well-behaved cat, leaning softly on Qin Chaoyan’s shoulder. Only his pale and slender five fingers were tightly gripping Qin Chaoyan’s hand, like a little kitten holding a milk bottle, exerting extra force, afraid that the other person would move away.
After inhaling the medicine, his ugly face finally improved slightly.
The nurse heaved a sigh of relief, looked at Qin Chaoyan gratefully, and instructed, “Let the young master lean back a little. You can pat his chest or back to help him breathe.”
Qin Chaoyan’s eyes dimmed. Ye Rongxu was completely leaning into his arms at this moment; his body was weightless.
He moved his legs, which were still kneeling, and changed his position, letting the other party lean back on the wheelchair, and gently stroked his chest with his other hand, where his breathing was still unstable.
The young master was sick and weak, and his chest was pitifully thin, as if he could break it with a little force in his palm. But such a weak and beautiful person could make him live in hell with just one sentence.
Qin Chaoyan’s eyes darkened, and his breathing was slightly paused. Two seconds later, it returned to normal.
The bodyguards that Ye Boxuan left in the hospital heard the noise and quickly came over. They stood at the door and asked, “Young Master, what happened just now?”
Ye Rongxu’s pretty eyes were clouded with mist. He turned his head with difficulty and saw that the bodyguard, with a disgusting gaze, was still here. The corners of his eyes were red with anger again. He pushed Qin Chaoyan’s hand away slightly, pointed at the bodyguard, and said disgustedly, “Dig out his eyeballs for me.”
The Ye family bodyguards knew what was going on as soon as they heard it. The young master of the Ye family was pale and weak and was particularly beautiful. He had attracted perverts before and was almost kidnapped.
But they didn’t expect that the Qin family’s bodyguard would dare to offend the young master right in the hospital. How did the Qin family hire people?
The Ye family bodyguards quickly restrained the man and took him away.
Of course, they would not really dig out his eyes. They all abide by the law, not to mention that it was just the young master’s angry words.
The Ye family’s bodyguards knew the young master’s temper. After taking him away, they called Ye Boxuan directly and asked him how to deal with it.
Qin Chaoyan glanced at the bodyguard, who had pressed his shoulder and forced him to kneel not long ago, with a faint expression.
Lin Jiaojiao, who was standing at the door, reacted at this time, hurried to the wheelchair, touched Ye Rongxu’s slightly wet forehead due to cold sweat, and said with some fear: “You almost scared me to death. Next time you want to hit someone, tell me, and I will help you hit them. Don’t do it yourself.”
Ye Rongxu shook his head dejectedly and felt a little regretful.
It’s not that he regretted hitting the bodyguard. The other party’s slippery and sticky eyes made him want to vomit.
He only regretted being angry and getting sick. Obviously, a few minutes ago, he was still telling himself that he should start to maintain his health.
Cultivating one’s character, avoiding arrogance and impatience, and preventing illness are also ways to maintain health.
Ye Rongxu sighed faintly, thinking that with his personality, he might not be able to stop being arrogant.
But no, he still wanted to live longer.
So he asked Lin Jiaojiao to help him pick up his phone, searched for the life motto “Don’t Be Angry,” and silently recited the content: I don’t get angry at others; anger can cause sickness. Who will take care of me then? If I die of anger, who will be happy? …
After repeating this several times, he finally calmed down.
Okay, it seems that keeping healthy is not that difficult.
Young Master Ye was satisfied, but when he looked up, he happened to meet Qin Chaoyan’s eyes.
Ye Rongxu: “!”
Qin Chaoyan seemed to glance at his cell phone, and when he saw him looking over, he slightly averted his eyes again, his expression cold.
Ye Rongxu suddenly covered his phone with wide eyes. What are you looking at? If I’m angered to death, it must be according to your wish.
Ye Rongxu didn’t intend to embarrass Qin Chaoyan, especially after knowing the plot. Words like massaging feet were just empty talk. Besides, Qin Jingrong was the one who really caused him to fall into the water.
What’s more, Qin Chaoyan had just saved him.
Although the nurse present would have saved him even if he didn’t, in any case, being saved was a fact. For the sake of this incident, he’d let the other party off the hook for torturing him in the future.
But after Qin Chaoyan glanced at him coldly, Ye Rongxu’s mood, which had just been calmed by reciting “Don’t Be Angry,” was instantly irritated again: What kind of look is this? Is he looking down on me?
The young master forgot to cultivate his character again, slightly raised his delicate and beautiful chin, and snorted, “Why are you still standing there? Help me massage my feet.”
After saying that, he found the foot acupuncture point map on his mobile phone again and handed it to Qin Chaoyan proudly.
No matter how arrogant you are now, you have to massage the feet of the person who will be tortured and retaliated against by you in the future.
I’m taking revenge for myself in advance.
Ye Rongxu lightly grunted in his heart, and when he accidentally remembered how Qin Chaoyan tortured himself in the villa in his dream, his face stiffened again and he looked depressed.
Qin Chaoyan had just stood up. Hearing this, his expression was still calm. He suddenly half-crouched down, holding the wheelchair armrests with both hands, and looked at him with dark eyes.
Ye Rongxu was startled when, suddenly, he was trapped between Qin Chaoyan and the wheelchair. He didn’t know if it was the effect of his dream, but he felt a little guilty when looking into those eyes.
Qin Chaoyan looked at him calmly, and after a moment, he slowly spoke up, his voice a little hoarse: “Ye Rongxu, let them go out first; I have something to say to you alone.”
Ye Rongxu saw that he was not as scary as in the dream, and he breathed a sigh of relief, regained his courage, and said reservedly, “Why should I listen to you?”
Qin Chaoyan pursed his lips, looked at him, and said: “I just saved you.”
Ye Rongxu: “…Okay.”
He waved his hand to let the nurse and the Ye family’s bodyguards go out, and said to Lin Jiaojiao, who looked worried, “I’m fine; you go out as well.”
Lin Jiaojiao was still worried, so she put the medicine and the bell close to him, instructing, “Call us if anything happens, or ring the bell.”
Ye Rongxu nodded, and when only he and Qin Chaoyan were left in the ward, he looked at Qin Chaoyan again and asked curiously, “What do you want to say?”
Qin Chaoyan stood up and went over to close the door of the ward. Then he walked back, pulled a stool to sit in front of Ye Rongxu, and placed his hands on his curved knees, sitting in a proper posture.
His dark and thick eyelashes dropped slightly, covering his eyes, and he slowly said, “I can help you massage your feet, but… can you tell Qin Qijiang that you have forgiven me?”
Ye Rongxu’s expression froze, and only after a long time did he stifle a sentence, “That’s it?”
Qin Chaoyan nodded and said calmly, “That’s it.”
Ye Rongxu: “…Oh.”
He was about to say “OK” when the phone in Qin Chaoyan’s hand suddenly rang.
Qin Chaoyan picked it up and took a look. The caller ID was “Dad.” His eyes moved slightly, and he returned the phone to Ye Rongxu.
As soon as Ye Rongxu answered the phone, Ye Boxuan asked anxiously on the other end of the phone, “Xuxu, I’ll go back right away. Did the Qin family’s bodyguard do anything to you?”
Ye Rongxu hurriedly answered obediently: “No, he just stared at my feet with a disgusting look, just like the pervert who wanted to kidnap me before, but I have asked the bodyguard to take him away. Dad, you don’t have to worry, and you don’t have to rush back…”
Qin Chaoyan listened to the father and son talking on the phone indifferently, and his eyes slowly fell on the said feet as Ye Rongxu spoke.
Ye Rongxu was unable to walk due to an incomplete spinal cord injury with slight atrophy of the muscles below the knee, but probably because of his usual training and good maintenance, his calves were slim and well-proportioned, not skinny. His feet were also white and thin, with slender bone frames.
Possibly due to being pampered, his skin was fair with dark blue blood vessels faintly visible, and the dorsum of his feet was slim.
They were indeed beautiful. Qin Chaoyan looked away indifferently.
But no matter how beautiful they were, they were just a pair of walking feet and a boy’s feet to the boot.
He didn’t understand why the bodyguard was staring at the young master’s feet. Maybe that guy was really a pervert.
