MFMBSA 32

Chapter 32 – Progress

 

Qi Xi finally felt relieved after arranging the funeral arrangements for his beloved cat, ​​but he coughed again when he was happy soonafter.

 

Fu Yanchuan went over to hug him and pat him on the back, but the more he laughed, the more he coughed, as if he was about to cough out his lungs. After finally coughing to an end, Fu Yanchuan put him back on the bed. But then, he immediately crawled back to bed. Got up and vomited.

 

After all this trouble, Qi Xi’s already pale face turned even paler. He fell back onto the pillow and half of his body sank, looking so pitiful that he looked like he was about to cry again.

 

Fu Yanchuan helped him drink water and rinse his mouth. He then put him back and covered him with the quilt then stood beside him and stared at him.

 

He has never taken care of anyone like this. Even his mother was always surrounded by thoughtful caregivers when she was sick.

 

A short while later, Qi Xi started coughing again. Fu Yanchuan couldn’t do anything to help him, so he could only stay by his side. They went on and on like this until midnight until Qi Xi finally fell asleep.

 

Fu Yanchuan stood by the bed and stared at Qi Xi for a long time. The nurse outside the door knocked on the door and came in asking if he wanted someone else to rest.

 

He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. The man on the hospital bed suddenly coughed and sat up again. He said to the nurse, “You can go.”

 

The nurse watched Fu Yanchuan put on his glasses, sat over, and hugged Qi Xi a little too tenderly.

 

The patients he usually takes care of are basically either rich or noble. Some of the rich bosses also care about their patients sincerely, but no one has ever been as hands-on as Fu Yanchuan. Especially when Fu Yanchuan looked at others, it seemed as if one look could kill them, but at this moment, he seemed to be another person.

 

While he was shocked, he didn’t dare to ask any more questions and quietly left the ward and closed the door.

 

Qi Xi fell asleep again, but this time he didn’t wake up so quickly. Fu Yanchuan sat on the sofa next to him and watched him quietly.

 

The ward was so quiet that there was no sound at all. After an unknown period of time, Qi Xi suddenly whispered something. He couldn’t hear clearly. He went to the bed again and found that Qi Xi was talking in his sleep. He leaned close to his lips and heard a few words clearly. sentence.

 

“Help–“

 

“Do not kill me!”

 

He didn’t know it was a dream, so he suddenly started crying and sobbing softly. Tears came out of the slits of his eyes and settled in his eye sockets as if he was extremely sad.

 

“Qi Xi?”

 

Fu Yanchuan murmured softly, trying to wipe away his tears. But the sleeping person seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, hugging his hand and murmuring “Mom”.

 

“It’s okay, go to sleep.”

 

Qi Xi seemed to hear his voice, and the words in his mouth changed to, “Brother Yan, don’t leave me. Can you be so kind to me for the rest of your life?”

 

There was only a weak night light left in the ward, which made Qi Xi’s face hazy.

 

Fu Yanchuan stiffly bent over. He had never been around someone like Qi Xi, who didn’t need to be on guard, jealous, or suspicious. He simply trusted and relied on him purely.

 

He took out the hand that Qi Xi was holding, and Qi Xi immediately came over to look for it, and started to sleep again in aggrieved manner.

 

“Brother Yan, you don’t want me anymore!”

 

“Do not go.”

 

Fu Yanchuan took off his coat, squeezed into the hospital bed which was not too small, and hugged the person into his arms. Qi Xi immediately looked for his body temperature and hugged his hand tightly as if that hand had been promised to him.

 

“Why are you so stupid? I’m here, don’t you know how to hug me? “

 

Qi Xi didn’t know, but he held Fu Yanchuan’s hand and took a bite as if to confirm whether it was true.

 

Fu Yanchuan didn’t know what he relied on for confirmation. After nibbling, he kissed the back of his hand with satisfaction and went to sleep with a smile on his face.

 

The doctor came to check the room early the next morning. When he knocked on the door and received no response, he pushed the door open. As soon as the door opened a crack, he saw Fu Yanchuan sleeping in the same bed as Qi Xi.

 

The hospital bed was larger than that of ordinary public hospitals, but not much larger. Two adult men were squeezed on it, and they could only stick together tightly.

 

He didn’t dare to guess what was going on under the blanket, so he quickly pretended that he hadn’t seen anything, exited the ward, and waited outside.

 

Two minutes later, Fu Yanchuan came and opened the door. He was neatly dressed and wearing glasses. He was still the calm and restrained Mr. Fu with a strong aura. There was nothing unusual about him.

 

But he still didn’t dare to look directly at him. He lowered his head and went in to examine Qi Xi. When he needed to lift the blanket, he was cautious, fearing that he would see some traces that he shouldn’t see.

 

When the examination was finally over, he reported to Fu Yanchuan, “He is doing much better than yesterday. He should just continue having a good rest and then he won’t catch a cold.”

 

This last sentence was his biggest reminder. Fu Yanchuan showed no expression at all. Even if he heard it after giving him a glance, the doctor didn’t dare to say more and left with his head lowered.

 

After the doctor left, Qi Xi woke up and walked around the ward with his eyes open.

 

Fu Yanchuan finally managed to get him to eat something last night, but he vomited it all before going to bed. He walked over and asked, “Do you want to eat?”

 

Qi Xi shook his head and called out weakly, “Brother Yan.”

 

Fu Yanchuan stood beside the bed. Qi Xi immediately sat up and threw himself into his arms, holding him tightly without saying a word.

 

He pulled up the blanket and wrapped it around him before saying, “None of your cats are as clingy as you.”

 

Qi Xi said “meow” confidently. He lowered his head helplessly, and the man who was more clingy than a cat smiled sickly at him.

 

He was just held motionless until Uncle Quan arrived.

 

Uncle Quan smiled when he came in and saw this scene, “Sir, the millet porridge I made this morning has made Mr. Xiao Qi’s stomach better. Please eat some.”

 

Qi Xi still hugged Fu Yanchuan, moved one eye to look at Uncle Quan, and refused by saying, “I don’t want to eat it.”

 

Uncle Quan coaxed him, “Sir, you haven’t eaten since last night. You guys should eat something together.”

 

Qi Xi immediately raised his head and stared at Fu Yanchuan, scolding him, “Brother Yan, if you don’t eat, you will get sick like me. Go and eat!”

 

“Why are you so embarrassed to talk about me?”

 

Fu Yanchuan pinched his face and said, “How can I go if you don’t let me go?”

 

Qi Xi finally let go of his hand. Fu Yanchuan first took his coat and asked him to put it on, then went to pick up the porridge from Uncle Quan. He sat down by the bed and fed him naturally.

 

He also naturally enjoyed Fu Yanchuan’s service. He opened his mouth and took a bite. When Fu Yanchuan fed him again, he said, “Aren’t we eating together?”

 

Fu Yanchuan had never done anything so unruly. Qi Xi stared at him as if he didn’t want to eat and refused to eat again. In the end, he fed the spoon to himself.

 

Qi Xi praised: “This is how you behave.”

 

Uncle Quan stared in shock, couldn’t help but smile, and quietly left the ward.

 

He grew up watching Fu Yanchuan. 

 

Fu Yanchuan was the heir to the huge Fu family since he was born. In fact, he never had a childhood like an ordinary child. Many times, Fu Zhenrong’s education method did not seem to him like treating his own son. Instead, he regarded Fu Yanchuan as a machine.

 

What really made him feel sorry for Fu Yanchuan was that under Fu Zhenrong’s education, Fu Yanchuan seemed to accept that he was just a machine as an heir, and abandoned many of the emotions and feelings that normal people should have.

 

He has never seen Fu Yanchuan look like a real person like he does now, and he has never seen anyone dare to drag Fu Yanchuan down from his high position of power like Qi Xi did.

 

After half an hour, Fu Yanchuan finally came out of the ward. When he saw Uncle Quan, he said, “I’ll go out for a while. Watch him.”

 

“Of course.”

 

Uncle Quan watched Fu Yanchuan leave and probably knew where Fu Yanchuan was going. Fu Yanchuan had been guarding Qi XI in the hospital from yesterday to now. Everyone who should know what happened knew.

 

When Qin Hui died, Fu Yuejiang was almost sent away by Fu Yanchuan, but it was the elders of the Fu family and Fu Zhenrong who stopped him. Fu Yuejiang has not been able to restrain himself in these years, but has always deliberately opposed Fu Yanchuan. Fu Yanchuan has endured it for many years.

 

Fu Yanchuan went back to take a shower and change clothes first, and then went to Fu Yuejiang’s house.

 

Fu Yuejiang’s father is his ninth uncle, named Fu Cong. In a family where the age difference between the Fu brothers and sisters is at most 30 years, Fu Cong is only four years older than Fu Yanchuan. He has followed Fu Zhenrong since he was a child, and he also took a stand in Fu Zhenrong’s struggle for power. In Fu Zhenrong’s side.

 

Therefore, Fu Yanchuan was closer to Fu Cong than other uncles and aunts, and Fu Yuejiang and he grew up together. It was precisely because of this that Fu Yuejiang had the opportunity to get close to Qin Hui.

 

It was almost noon. Fu Yanchuan got out of the car and walked directly into Fu Yuejiang’s house. The assistant who came with him followed behind, not even daring to raise his head.

 

He is Fu Yanchuan’s special assistant in daily life, helping Fu Yanchuan with many chores outside of work. He doesn’t know Fu Yanchuan at all, but Fu Yanchuan rarely shows his temper to the surface, but the voice that called him today wa clearly angry.

 

When Fu Yanchuan entered, the first thing he saw was Fu Cong’s lover.

 

Fu Cong and his son can be said to be exactly the same. Fu Yuejiang was playing outside, while Fu Cong brought lovers home one after another. He had three children, but no one made him really settle down.

 

“Fu, Mr. Fu!”

 

When the lover saw Fu Yanchuan, he was so frightened that he stood up straight like a cat with its tail raised. Fu Yanchuan went in without looking at him.

 

Fu Cong looked like he had just woken up. He lay on the sofa and looked up at him, “Yanchuan, did that boy Yuejiang offend you again?”

 

Fu Yanchuan sat opposite Fu Cong, and his assistant quickly went to the coffee table in the middle and placed a ticket.

 

Fu Cong glanced at the ticket, then looked at Fu Yanchuan and asked, “What do you mean?”

 

“Fu Yuejiang has not been very busy lately. There happens to be a project that needs someone to overlook for, and the flight is tonight.”

 

The destination of the ticket is a small, poor country that has been in constant war. Not to mention the standard of living, even safety cannot be guaranteed.

 

Fu Cong laughed, “What’s the difference between going to a place like this and dying! After so many years, you still haven’t calmed down about Qin Hui?”

 

Fu Yanchuan said nothing and glanced at Fu Cong casually. Not to mention the other two people, even Fu Cong felt chills running down his back from his look.

 

Fu Cong sat up straight and said with some emotion: “Yuejiang is also my son and your brother. If you let him go to that kind of place, it’s better to kill him directly. Otherwise, if he dies, I won’t even be able to collect his body. “

 

“Uncle, if you really care about him, you should have stopped him while Qin Hui was still alive. I have given him five years, but he doesn’t want to live anymore.”

 

Fu Cong looked at Fu Yanchuan silently and asked incomprehensively: “Is it because of what happened yesterday? Because of your little lover?”

 

“Don’t think of me as someone like you!”

 

Fu Yanchuan suddenly stood up and faced Fu Cong condescendingly, “It’s useless for anyone to say anything about this, unless you ask Fu Yuejiang to bury Qin Hui with him.”

 

Fu Cong was speechless for a moment. He was very curious about what kind of person could make Fu Yanchuan, who didn’t even care about family ties, protect him like this.

 

The sound of a car suddenly sounded outside. After a while, Fu Yuejiang, who was so drunk that he could not even walk steadily, came in. When he saw Fu Yanchuan, he greeted him without any care.

 

“Mr. Fu, you came to settle accounts with me?”

 

Fu Yanchuan didn’t want to talk nonsense with Fu Yuejiang, so he crossed over to leave, but was caught by Fu Yuejiang.

 

“Fu Yanchuan, don’t you want to avenge Qin Hui? Kill me if you dare, or I will do the same thing to your precious little substitute next time I see him!”

 

Fu Yuejiang became more and more arrogant as he spoke, “Why don’t you let him follow me like Qin Hui did back then? He seems to be easier to bully than Qin Hui. I don’t know if I–“

 

Fu Yanchuan punched Fu Yuejiang, and Fu Yuejiang jumped up several steps before falling to the ground.

 

The next moment, Fu Yuejiang got up like crazy and rushed towards Fu Yanchuan.

 

“Jump across the river!”

 

Fu Cong stepped forward and didn’t hold back, but Fu Yuejiang was too drunk. Fu Yanchuan caught the punch and was thrown to the ground.

 

Fu Yanchuan knelt down and pressed his chest with his knees, and pinched his neck with one hand.

 

Several other people in the room were frightened by Fu Yanchuan. Fu Yanchuan’s eyes really wanted to kill Fu Yuejiang.

 

“Fu Yuejiang.”

 

Fu Yanchuan said coldly, “Qin Hui will not resurrect even if you die. You owe him your life for the rest of your life!”

 

Fu Yuejiang seemed to think that he didn’t die quickly enough. He smiled ferociously and yelled at Fu Yanchuan: “It’s obviously you! Qin Hui even calls your name in his fucking dreams. He is so humble that he is afraid that you will find out what he thinks about you. What are you willing to do? Did you know that just when you were busy going abroad with Qiao Ye, he was right next door to your room, kneeling on the ground like a dog and being fucked by me!”

 

Fu Yanchuan laughed unexpectedly and looked at Fu Yuejiang like a dying insect.

 

After Qin Hui’s death, everyone in the Fu family saw that Fu Yuejiang regretted it, and only Fu Yuejiang was deceiving himself.

 

He suddenly let go of Fu Yuejiang and stood up. He looked down at Fu Yuejiang who was lying on the ground and said heartily: “Qin Hui has never had any feelings for you and will hate you until his death. If you want to atone for your sins, it is best not to come back to pollute this place where he is.”

 

Fu Yuejiang suddenly stopped moving and lay there like a corpse.

 

Fu Yanchuan stepped over him and walked out. When he reached the door, he finally heard his collapsed cry.

 

Fu Cong went over and pulled Fu Yuejiang up from the ground, but as soon as he let go, Fu Yuejiang fell down again as if there was really only one body left here.

 

After a long while, Fu Yuejiang finally saw him and cried to him in despair: “Dad, I saw Qin Hui. He said he didn’t want to see me and told me not to look for him!”

 

Fu Cong has been fooling around for half his life, looking at his Fu Yuejiang’s

 

He looked like he finally had a hint of regret at this moment.

 

Just like Fu Yanchuan said, if he had been a good father and had taken the things Fu Yuejiang did seriously, wouldn’t Fu Yuejiang and Qin Hui have ended up like this?

 

On his way back to the hospital, Fu Yanchuan received several calls from Fu’s family members. He knew without thinking that they were interceding for Fu Yuejiang, so he hung up on them all.

 

Uncle Quan left when he returned to the hospital. When he entered the ward, Qi Xi was sitting on the bed with a notebook and drawing. He seemed to be in much better spirits.

 

Qi Xi was so focused that he didn’t notice anyone coming in until Fu Yanchuan sat across from him and asked him, “What are you painting?”

 

“Brother Yan! You’re back!”

 

The moment he saw Fu Yanchuan, Qi Xi’s eyes smiled, and he turned his drawing to Fu Yanchuan, “What I drew was a cartoon, a little lost potato. He met a Tyrannosaurus rex. Although the dragon looked fierce, he couldn’t find a home for Little Potato, so he made friends with Little Potato, and then they had a happy adventure in the forest. “

 

Fu Yanchuan listened to the fairy tale-like story and flipped through Qi Xi’s drawing book. Although it was just plain drawing, he still felt it was vivid and cute, especially the round little potato, which looked a bit like Qi Xi’s head.

 

He was turning forward and didn’t notice that the comic had been turned over. On the next page, he saw Qi Xi’s practice drawing of the human body. It was on more than ten pages, with various action angles. Although there was no face drawn, it was definitely a sketch of him as each one has the same mole on his neck.

 

“Qi Xi.”

 

Fu Yanchuan stared at Qi Xi and asked deliberately: “Who are you painting?”

 

Qi Xi quickly snatched the drawing book back and closed it before admitting, “You.”

 

He suddenly moved closer to Qi Xi, “Did we not reach an agreement on what we said before?”

 

“What?”

 

“If I am going to be a model for you, how can you thank me?”

 

Qi Xi denied it, “That’s not true! I was the one who kept silent. It doesn’t count.”

 

Fu Yanchuan took away the painting book he was holding in front of him, so close that his breath hit his lips before he made a sound.

 

“Do you still want it?”

 

At such a close distance, Qi Xi instinctively put his chin back, wanting to be farther away from Fu Yanchuan, but he didn’t want to really be far away from him. So he lowered his head awkwardly and said, “How do you want me to thank you again? Send you flowers again?”

 

Fu Yanchuan leaned down and bit his lip. He grazed it twice with the tips of his teeth, let go, gently wiped the area just bitten, and then said to him: ” I want to think about this carefully. Can you wait until I think about it first?”

 

“Oh. Then I can paint when I get better and go back, okay?”

 

Fu Yanchuan slightly raised the corners of his lips and did not answer. He held Qi Xi’s neck, slid his fingertips from bottom to top across his Adam’s apple and pushed up Qi Xi’s chin. It was as if Qi Xi raised his face on his own initiative and kissed him suddenly. 

 

Qi Xi opened his lips slightly and gasped. Fu Yanchuan took the opportunity to invade and caught the tip of his tongue. He didn’t think about anything. The invasion of his senses made him hug Fu Yanchuan and respond to Fu Yanchuan.

 

Fu Yanchuan paused for a moment in surprise, then penetrated the deepest part tightly, suppressing Qi Xi and falling on the soft pillow behind him.

 

Qi Xi has obviously made progress and has become accustomed to kissing him. His behavior yesterday seemed to be acceptable, and he would not be so nervous that he would hyperventilate.

 

One of his hands gently placed on Qi Xi’s waist. Qi Xi was wearing a large hospital gown and allowed him to get inside the clothes without any obstruction. Qi Xi was just slightly startled and laughed mischievously, saying “itchy” vaguely.

 

He quickly choked Qi Xi’s voice back in his throat and tentatively moved his hand downwards. He was not sure whether it was because Qi Xi was distracted by his insecurity in the water yesterday and was not overly nervous.

 

While kissing Qi Xi tenderly, he moved his hand carefully. As soon as he touched Qi Xi, his face turned red, and the hand holding him became stiff.

 

Fu Yanchuan quickly put away his hand and slightly withdrew from Qi Xi’s lips. Qi Xi seemed not to understand his intention and looked at him with raised eyes.

 

“Don’t be afraid, I won’t do anything.”

 

After a while, Qi Xi suddenly took his hand and put it back. He said to him with pure and clear eyes: “I’m not cured yet, so be careful.”