Chapter 37 One Step Away

Jiang Yanyu leaned over, got close to Luo Qinglin, and said through gritted teeth: "You clearly couldn't stand it during takeoff, why didn't you tell me at the time?"

Luo Qinglin paused and replied nervously: "I realized something was wrong when we were diving, and I fainted before I could tell you. I didn't mean to do that."

Jiang Yanyu stared at him closely, with a strong sense of inspection, and his eyes were like an accurate lie detector, testing whether his answers were honest or not.

The polygraph only ran for a few seconds. Jiang Yanyu sneered and easily exposed the lie, "You are lying again."

Jiang Yanyu took out his cell phone, called up the surveillance video from the helicopter, and placed the evidence in front of Luo Qinglin.

"Your face changed during takeoff, and you looked in my direction several times during takeoff, and you opened your mouth but didn't say anything."

The screen showed him hesitating to speak. Fortunately, the surveillance camera was at a side angle and did not capture the look in his eyes when he lost consciousness.

"Luo Qinglin," Jiang Yanyu sighed and said helplessly, "I won't be disappointed or angry because you asked me to turn back halfway."

"Do you know how nervous I was when I turned around and saw your face was pale and your breathing was weak?"

Jiang Yanyu's original anger only lasted for a few seconds. After venting his anger, his only emotions were self-blame and depression.

Luo Qinglin looked at Jiang Yanyu helplessly, then looked away and said, "I'm sorry, I will..."

Before he could finish his words, the walnut grandfather clock in the suite's living room began to ring.

Ding...ding...

The bell rang one after another, like the sound of a bell, interrupting Luo Qinglin's words. It rang slowly twelve times in a row before returning to silence.

The lingering sound was like real ripples, circling back and forth between the two of them.

Jiang Yanyu's sigh was hidden in the ringing of the bell, and became more obvious as the lingering sound faded away.

"Luo Qinglin, I don't want to hear an apology, nor do I want you to change."

Jiang Yanyu leaned his back against the wall, turned his head to the other side, and said in a low voice: "Yuxi Tuandui, whether you complain to others, show weakness or not, be gentle or not, that is your freedom, I will not care."

"But for me, can't you let go of your stubbornness a little bit? Even if you can just hint at me when you feel uncomfortable, instead of just gritting your teeth and enduring it silently, can't you?"

"Even if you can just be a little more honest with me, and rely on me a little more when you're feeling down, isn't that possible?"

After talking for a long time without interruption, Jiang Yanyu seemed to be tired. He leaned weakly against the wall in silence, his chest heaving violently.

Luo Qinglin didn't reply. He turned over and lay on his side on the bed, with his back facing Jiang Yanyu, leaving only his round back of the head.

Two tiny breathing sounds spread in the air, the breathing frequencies were just staggered, one in front and one behind, one on the left and one on the right, with no intersection at all.

After a long silence, the quilt on the bed began to rustle, and along with it, there was the sound of Luo Qinglin's muffled voice.

"I just didn't want to spoil your fun, but I didn't expect to faint. I'm sorry for making you worry."

Luo Qinglin spoke more and more quietly, and by the end he was chattering so quietly that even he could hardly hear himself.

"What else?" Jiang Yanyu asked with a cold snort.

"I will think carefully about what you just said and try to do it," Luo Qinglin was silent for a moment, and then continued to show weakness, "My throat is so dry now, I want to drink some water."

After he finished speaking, it was a long time before he could hear the sound of heavier footsteps fading away behind him.

A few seconds later, the glass clinked and water poured into it, splashing onto the sides of the glass.

There was a lot of noise outside the door, and the sound spread all the way from the living room to the small living room.

Luo Qinglin stared at the window of the small living room in a daze, wondering whether he should sit up now or wait for Jiang Yanyu to come back, then continue to show weakness and let him help him up.

Soon, the sound of water stopped and the sound of footsteps began again, getting closer and closer to Luo Qinglin.

Luo Qinglin stopped thinking and finally decided to lie on the bed, pretending to be a helpless patient, waiting for Jiang Yanyu to help him up.

"Still lying down?" Jiang Yanyu asked as he walked into the door.

Luo Qinglin coughed a few times and replied softly, "I can't get up. I don't have the strength."

Jiang Yanyu didn't reply. He walked around to Luo Qinglin without saying a word, squatted down, and put the straw in the cup to his mouth.

Luo Qinglin glanced at Jiang Yanyu guiltily, like a little bird caught in the palm of a fox's hand. He stretched his neck carefully, bit the straw and took a small sip.

What you drink is not tasteless mineral water, but glucose liquid with a slight sweetness, as sweet as light sugar water.

Luo Qinglin raised his eyes doubtfully and glanced at Jiang Yanyu. Seeing that he was staring at him angrily, he quickly lowered his eyes to look at the water cup and continued to drink obediently, not daring to ask any more questions.

With every sip, Luo Qinglin's cheeks would bulge slightly, then shrink back after swallowing. His thin lips, which were biting the straw, would move slightly, tightening and relaxing from time to time.

Luo Qinglin drank very quietly, without making any sound, and swallowed very gently, as obedient as a child who was afraid of being scolded by adults.

The remaining anger in his heart was extinguished by Luo Qinglin's appearance, and Jiang Yanyu sighed helplessly again.

"Do you know why you fainted?" Jiang Yanyu said in a softer tone.

The liquid in the cup quickly ran out. Luo Qinglin stopped sipping and shook his head innocently, "I don't know."

Jiang Yanyu stood up, put the cup of water on the bedside table, and asked, "What did you eat for three meals yesterday?"

Luo Qinglin answered obediently: "I didn't have time to eat in the morning, a cup of latte at noon, and a cup at night..."

Did he faint from hunger?

Were you not frightened to death? !

"Go on, what did you eat last night?"

Jiang Yanyu folded his arms and looked down at Luo Qinglin, looking like a dean teaching a student.

"...cow, milk." Luo Qinglin answered hesitantly.

"Huh... Mr. Luo's appetite is so great that even a model like me who needs to maintain a good figure would feel ashamed of myself."

Jiang Yanyu said sarcastically, "I feel anxious if I don't eat staple food for a day. Mr. Luo, on the other hand, can still be full of energy by simply giving up carbohydrates. If I don't write a paper for everyone's reference, it will become a major academic loss in the history of weight loss."

Jiang Yanyu's mouth was like a machine gun; he could finish a long paragraph in one breath without even taking a breath.

Knowing that he was in the wrong, Luo Qinglin did not dare to argue and promised: "I will eat well in the future."

"You said the same thing in Yeyu City," Jiang Yanyu snorted coldly and threatened, "If it happens again, I won't be able to solve it by just acting like a spoiled child and ordering me around. Do you understand?"

How could he be acting like a spoiled child? He was obviously trying to coax the cheapskate.

Although he thought so in his heart, Luo Qinglin still replied, "I know."

"Now that you understand, stop lying in bed and acting like a spoiled child. Get up quickly and get ready to go home," Jiang Yanyu said.

"Shall we go back together? Aren't you going to work until next month?" Luo Qinglin asked as he sat up.

Luo Qinglin's luggage had been sent to the top floor by the hotel staff this morning, including an old backpack and a small suitcase.

Jiang Yanyu opened the wardrobe, took out Luo Qinglin's suitcase with one hand, and slung the backpack over his back.

"If I don't go back with you, do I have to let you and that guy named Si take the same flight?" Jiang Yanyu said dissatisfiedly.

When Si Moyu was mentioned, Luo Qinglin quickly fell silent, put on his canvas shoes, and silently followed Jiang Yanyu out the door.

The backpack was a media bag that Luo Qinglin used exclusively when on business trips. He had carried it for many years, and the fabric had turned white and looked tattered, which did not match the exquisite outfit of Jiang Yanyu.

But Jiang Yanyu didn't care. She even walked with great stride, carrying the bag like it was a vintage item.

Even the staff waiting outside the door who wanted to help with bags and luggage were ruthlessly rejected by Jiang Yanyu, as if this would ruin his "carefully matched" look.

My heart suddenly felt soft, as if it was placed on a softly blowing cloud.

Looking at Jiang Yanyu's back as he carried his worn-out backpack, Luo Qinglin suddenly felt that perhaps the long river between him and Jiang Yanyu was not as wide as he had imagined.

Perhaps, Jiang Yanyu's world is inherently pure, and not a false world built up by money and luxury.

Perhaps, if he took one more step forward, he would be able to cross the seemingly long river between them.

An inexplicable courage rushed out from my heart, temporarily taking the upper hand and pushing inferiority to the bottom of the mountain.

Luo Qinglin let out a light breath and no longer followed Jiang Yanyu silently. Instead, he quickened his pace, ran to Jiang Yanyu's side, and walked towards the elevator with him.

The person behind him suddenly walked to his side. Jiang Yanyu did not turn his head to look to the side. Although he continued walking straight ahead, the corners of his lips secretly curled up.

The two people walking side by side did not look at each other, but the corners of their mouths were slightly raised, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on their faces.

The atmosphere was just right, and it wasn't awkward even though no one was talking. I felt like I was soaking in a clear spring, refreshing and slightly sweet.

The suitcase's wheels rolled over the carpet almost silently.

After going around a few corners, you will reach the elevator entrance after just one more corner.

Bang!

When passing by another suite on the top floor, the door of the suite suddenly opened and slammed heavily on the wall.

The loud noise attracted everyone's attention, and the huge group of people looked inside the door together.

"ah!!!"

Qin Xiaoxi screamed and ran out of the door. When passing the door frame, she stumbled and fell to the ground with her limbs stretched out like a frog.

"......"

Everyone was shocked by the scene and stood there at a loss as to what to do.

Luo Qinglin was startled, and quickly ran forward to help Qin Xiaoxi up, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Qin Xiaoxi changed her clothes. She was not wearing the punk-style T-shirt she usually wore, but a dark red silk skirt that looked quite expensive.

"I, I, I don't know!" Qin Xiaoxi stuttered and answered in panic.

Hearing this, Luo Qinglin immediately stood up and walked into the room aggressively. But before I even stepped into the room, a pretentious female voice came from inside the room.

"BB, where are you going? Come back soon~"

Xiao Ruxuan, wrapped in a loose bathrobe, walked out slowly and asked coquettishly, "Qin Xiaoxi, how could you just run away after eating and turn your face away from me?"

Eat...eaten? !

Luo Qinglin turned his head in disbelief and looked at Qin Xiaoxi, his eyes wide as beads.

——Are you bent?

Luo Qinglin asked silently using his lips.

"She's bent."

Jiang Yanyu and Xiao Ruxuan answered in unison.

The author has something to say:

Jiang Yanyu: Look at others, their sexual orientation awakens so quickly! (Angry with arms akimbo)

Luo Qinglin: ... (avoiding his gaze)