Chapter 14 Let Me Hold You While Sleeping

Butler Li recounted in detail what had happened that night. Fu Chengyun sat on the sofa, his head supported by one hand, lost in thought.

Suddenly there was a power outage and there was a noise in the yard. Even though Ning Che had such a sharp reaction, he was injured.

It can be seen that someone had planned this for a long time and did it intentionally.

And who else could this person be except Fu Chen!

Fu Chengyun asked, "Did you see who it was?"

"No." Butler Li answered truthfully and then spoke up for Ning Che.

"The power went out suddenly and we were left in a panic, not knowing anything. Luckily, Xiao Che was sharp-eyed and noticed someone outside the window the moment he saw them. He rushed out alone in the dark, to protect us! And you, kid, are still trying to talk him down."

That's true, but isn't he so busy getting angry with others that he forgets what's right and wrong?

Fu Chengyun felt a little guilty, rubbed his nose and said, "I'll first send the bodyguards over, and then ask someone to thoroughly inspect the power system."

He pulled out his phone to call Assistant Lin. Butler Li grumbled, "You're always so calm and collected, but when you meet Xiao Che, you act like a complete jerk. You either lose your temper or go into a cold war, and now you've even started a verbal fight. How can you be so childish?"

The call was brief and to the point, and he hung up quickly. Butler Li had watched him grow up, and every word he said was true. He didn't know why he couldn't control his temper again and again. But he just felt that in front of Ning Che, he was always unwilling to speculate too much.

Fu Chengyun sighed, stood up, and pushed the old housekeeper's shoulders to escort him into the room, saying soothingly, "Okay, okay, I get it. I'll go apologize to him right now. Don't worry about us, go to sleep."

After leaving Butler Li's bedroom, he went back to the living room to get the medicine box and knocked on his bedroom door.

There was no movement from inside the door for a long time. Fu Chengyun paced back and forth, holding the handle of the medicine box.

You have to knock on the door when entering your own bedroom, and the key is that people don't even pay attention to you after you knock.

He was a little angry and simply pushed the door open and walked in.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the bedroom were filled with the pitch-black night. A pale crescent moon, surrounded by stars, hung on the top of the ginkgo tree. A few dark grey clouds dotted the horizon, making it seem exceptionally quiet.

The window glass reflected the delicate face, and Ning Che was sitting on the bay window with his knees hugged.

Only a single bedside lamp was on in the room, and the man was hidden in the dim light, curled up in a ball. His fierce aura was completely gone, and instead, one could sense a sense of loneliness and weakness.

Fu Chengyun walked over to him, his tone much softer. "Does it still hurt? I'll apply some medicine for you."

Ning Che did not respond, nor did he refuse.

Fu Chengyun sat beside him, reached out to smooth the long hair on his neck behind him, and gently touched the red spot on his snow-white skin with a cotton swab.

The two breathing sounds intertwined lightly and shallowly until the Band-Aid completely covered the wound, and Ning Che did not respond.

Fu Chengyun didn't know why this unruly, bright and arrogant omega was so depressed today. He only knew that seeing him like this, he felt depressed and as if he couldn't breathe.

He was the first to speak and break the deadlock. "Grandpa Li told me that if you really need a little of my blood, it can replenish your body." Even after he said that, Fu Chengyun still felt it was absurd.

But he still stammered, adhering to the medical theories of the martial arts world: "Then ask a doctor to take some shots. It's not safe to do it yourself, is it?"

He was able to make concessions on his own initiative. Ning Che's aimless eyes, looking out the window, clearly lit up for a moment, but soon dimmed again.

"It's useless." The voice was flat and calm, like a pool of stagnant water, lifeless.

"I can never go back. It's never going to be okay again."

Ning Che leaned forward and rested his forehead against the window glass. His long eyelashes drooped listlessly on his eyelids, casting a small shadow, making him look even more decadent.

"You know what? If I'm not strong enough, someone will come to bully me." He opened his five fingers, clenched his fist, and then unclenched it.

"But I can never be stronger again."

His wrist fell limply on the blanket, and the blue veins under the thin skin were clearly visible.

Fu Chengyun watched, feeling that the wrist was so delicate and white that it looked as if it would break if he squeezed it lightly. His large hand wrapped around the wrist, which was so white that it was almost transparent, and he gripped it carefully.

"If you can't go back, then don't go back. Just stay here with me and don't go anywhere, okay?"

The wrist in the palm did not struggle to break free. Fu Chengyun curled the corners of his mouth, moved forward, and silently released a faint cedar pheromone.

Ning Che turned to look at him, his large eyes twinkling and gleaming like a precious, flawless crystal. His eyes held a questioning and doubtful expression as he waited for Fu Chengyun's next words.

Looking at the clear eyes of the person in front of him, Fu Chengyun's heart melted. He moved closer, his knees touching Ning Che's toes.

"You'll be fine, baby. You'll be fine once the susceptible period is over." Fu Chengyun stretched out his long arms and hugged the person in his arms, but he didn't smell any pheromones.

He looked down and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

That person was still wearing the suppression patch obediently.

Perhaps because I was away, he hadn't slept well that night, so he put the suppression patch back on in an attempt to suppress some of the discomfort during his susceptible period. Fu Chengyun's heart was as soft as a pool of water.

The suppression patch was torn off and casually thrown into the trash can. The sweet fragrance of roses filled his nostrils and invaded his lungs. Fu Chengyun narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, and a sense of indescribable contentment suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Baby, you are a very powerful person. You are not afraid of Fu Chen's tricks, and you can beat Fu Linyu violently. I am not as good as you."

The person in his arms was quiet and peaceful. Fu Chengyun suddenly felt the urge to kiss her, but he didn't dare to be too hasty. After all, his eyesight wasn't fully recovered yet. He simply stroked Ning Che's arm from top to bottom with his palm.

A muffled voice came from my arms, "Of course."

Fu Chengyun;...

"Apart from a fake marriage with you, do you have any other conditions for letting me stay with you?" The vulnerability only lasted for a moment. Once the opportunity arose, Ning Che would hold on tightly and grow wildly like a small flower on a cliff.

He straightened up and looked at Fu Chengyun intently. There was no trace of helplessness in his eyes, as if the shimmering water just now was all Fu Chengyun's fantasy.

Fu Chengyun was stunned for a moment and couldn't help laughing. It was really difficult to protect him!

He subconsciously wanted to say no, but Ning Che's alert nature would definitely make him suspicious. Fu Chengyun smiled and said, "Yes."

"You are a skilled and sharp martial artist. You appear to be my lover, but you can actually be my bodyguard."

"Okay." Ning Che nodded. This was easy for him.

"And there's more." Fu Chengyun got up and sat on the bed, patted the quilt, and looked at Ning Che with a playful look. "I don't like sleeping alone, you have to let me hold you when I sleep."

"Can."

By now, Ning Che had clearly realized that his body desperately needed Fu Chengyun. Even if Fu Chengyun hadn't mentioned this, he would have made this request. The Lord, who had fought his way up through the Dark Land, would never compromise himself in the slightest.

As soon as the words came out, Ning Che seemed to see new hope. It would be nice to be able to live here peacefully. At least he would have enough food and clothing and his grandfather would be by his side.

Moreover, according to his observations over the past few days, the people here have no internal strength, and relying on his boxing and kicking skills, he is only able to get around on a daily basis.

What about the Demon Cult?

Why not just make another one!

Ning Che felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders, and he felt visibly relieved. He swiftly jumped down from the bay window, stretched his muscles on the ground, and climbed onto the bed.

Fu Chengyun couldn't wait to come over and hug him in his arms again.

Ning Che pushed the sticky plaster away, frowning, not trying to hide the disgust on his face. "Go take a shower and change clothes."

The two reconciled, and Fu Chengyun's mood turned playful. He also imitated Ning Che's young master's demeanor. He stood under the bed, stretched out his arms and said lazily, "Change clothes."

What a shame! Ning Che was speechless for a moment, sitting cross-legged on the bed and looking at him coldly.

Fu Chengyun glanced at him sideways and urged, "I served you the day before yesterday, and today it's your turn to serve me. One person, one time, fair and just."

Ning Che closed his eyes, neither moving nor speaking.

Fu Chengyun continued to add fuel to the fire, gently lifting Ning Che's chin with his fingers. "Come on, baby. Why don't you say anything?"

He clenched his fists, his knuckles tense to the point of turning blue. Ning Che struggled to breathe in and out, squeezing out a few words from between his teeth. "I said I won't hit you again."

"Um."

This sentence was like Fu Chengyun's golden ticket to immunity from death, making him arrogant.

"But I didn't say I wouldn't kick you."

Ning Che raised his eyes, anger surging in his eyes.

Two fingers paused at the tip of the plump chin for a second before quickly withdrawing. Fu Chengyun was afraid that if he was a second slower, they would break.

Looking at the figure fleeing into the bathroom, Ning Che chuckled.

But the next second, he covered his mouth with his hands. He stared at himself in the mirror, shocked beyond words.

Himself! He actually laughed for the man who stole his grandfather!

Isn’t that cheap?

In the bathroom, a thin layer of vapor covered the mirror. Fu Chengyun reached out and wiped the mirror, revealing a face with strong lines. His brows were furrowed, his expression serious, and he rested his fingers on the sink, lost in thought.

There are open and covert struggles within the company, and people are planted in the family.

This time, Fu Chen is definitely not going to give a small punishment as a warning, but is going to take action on his own.

The scratch on the side of Ning Che's neck was definitely not accidental. If he was just an ordinary person without any martial arts skills, he would have been beheaded by now.

Fu Chen was trying to eliminate this dissident, the most restless factor. He also wanted to take advantage of the fact that he didn't dare to resist and plant someone else next to him.

Then I would once again become his complete puppet.

No wonder he swapped the overseas projects with the west city projects. On the surface, he was suppressing himself and supporting Fu Linyu, but in fact he was getting himself out of the way to make it easier for him to take action.

The man's white bathrobe was still hanging on the hanger next to the mirror, and the fabric exuded a unique fragrance. Fu Chengyun lifted a corner of the hem and put it to his nose to smell it, his eyes gradually deepening.