The tooth-marked pig has grown up and knows how to dig up cabbages. ...

Fu You has a weak body, how can he withstand such a strong torment from the little mad dog?

With the back of his head pressed against the pillow, Fu You's breathing became disordered. He stared blankly at the stars with his eyes wide open for more than half a minute before his vision slowly returned to normal.

During the time when he was dizzy, Jiang Siran turned over and pressed on him.

"Xiaoran, you——"

Fu You thought his opponent had finally lost his patience with him and was ready to teach him a lesson while no one was around. He stood up and tried to run, but Jiang Siran grabbed both of his wrists with one hand, crossing them and pressing them against his head, completely restraining his movements.

Fu You gritted his teeth.

Since he couldn't break free, he decided not to waste his energy. The frail, handsome brother allowed his non-blood-related brother to hold his wrist, raising his dark eyelashes with a half-smile.

"What's wrong, Xiaoran? Why are you holding on to your brother like this and won't let go?"

His voice was light and gentle. If the old hands in the group heard it, they would definitely feel a chill on the back of their necks - generally speaking, the softer Mr. Jiang spoke, the more miserable the person would be!

Unexpectedly, the talkative Jiang Siran did not retort immediately, but just stared at him.

Now Fu You also realized that something was wrong.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and with the help of the light blocked by Jiang Siran's broad shoulders, he could see the chaotic drunkenness in the other's eyes.

So, this is... drunkenness?

Fu You was almost amused by this naughty kid.

Knowing that reasoning with a drunkard was impossible, Fu You changed his strategy and said in an almost coaxing tone, "Be good, let me go first, okay?"

There was very little space on the sofa, and even though Fu You was slim, it definitely couldn't accommodate two adults.

The distance between the two people was very close.

Fu You was so close that he could feel Jiang Siran's hot breath on his skin. Unaccustomed to such intimacy, he tilted his head uncomfortably. His graceful neck, half-hidden by his soft, raven-black hair, was reflected in the cold light, looking like fine porcelain fresh from the kiln, white and pristine, with the faint outline of dark veins visible beneath the translucent skin.

It shows a very fragile texture.

Jiang Siran stared at his neck, his Adam's apple rolling, and suddenly said, "Don't go."

His voice was low and hoarse, as if he was mumbling to himself.

Fu You frowned slightly, looking at him in confusion. The moment their eyes met, Jiang Siran's dazed expression turned somewhat gloomy.

He hunched over, buried his head in Fu You's shoulder, sniffed hard, and growled through gritted teeth: "You can't leave!"

...Does this mean you treat him as your mother?

Fu You blinked, and a rare look of confusion appeared in his bamboo-green eyes.

He tried to gently touch Jiang Siran's rough head that was arched against his neck, "Xiaoran..."

As soon as a very gentle call came out, Fu You's caressing suddenly stopped, and his pupils trembled.

Jiang Siran actually put his hand into his clothes and held his waist.

Fu You has a low body temperature, and his jade-like skin feels cool and smooth to the touch. Jiang Siran was reluctant to move his big hand away once it touched him. He rolled up the hem of his sweater quite brazenly and touched his slender waist upwards.

Oh, it seems not.

The domestic pigs have grown up and now they know how to eat cabbages.

I don’t know whose cabbage is so unlucky.

Fu You's body trembled when the other party touched him, and his face turned black.

But at this time, Mr. Jiang had no awareness of being a cabbage at all. He even had the leisure to think about whether he should take out his mobile phone to take a picture of his cheap brother's embarrassing appearance, so as to have more bargaining chips to threaten him later.

While he was thinking about it, Jiang Siran seemed to be concerned about his inattention. He narrowed his sharp eyes and showed an unhappy look.

"Why have you been ignoring me?!"

Jiang Zuigui stopped touching and used his hand to lift Fu You's white chin. He lowered his head and bit down with his sharp canine teeth.

"Hmm!" Fu You gasped when he was suddenly bitten.

This time the bite was very hard - Fu You was sure that his jaw must have been bitten by this little mad dog, leaving teeth marks, and maybe even bleeding.

It turns out that she didn't treat him as her mother, nor did she treat him as cabbage, but as an osmanthus cake and ate it!

After biting him, Jiang Siran seemed to be completely drunk. He fell on Fu You and fell into a deep sleep.

Fu You was filled with anger, and was suffocated by Jiang Siran's pressure.

The most important point is that this damn guy is still holding on to his wrist!

Fu You considered himself a petty person who would never let a grudge get to him, and there was absolutely no reason for him to hold onto his anger overnight. He reached out and twisted Jiang Siran's waist hard—a twist that made the young master, like a dead fish, thrash around, groaning as he scrambled back onto the sofa to avoid the attack.

But even so, this naughty kid didn't let go!

As the sky grew brighter, Fu You felt incredibly sleepy. He was too lazy to struggle with Jiang Siran anymore, so he leaned into his embrace, resting his head on his younger brother's chest muscles, which felt quite nice, and drifted off to sleep.

…

The bright light in the early morning poured into the room through the window, like clear water flowing into an ink pool, dispelling the thick darkness bit by bit.

The light slowly moved forward, revealing a young couple sleeping in each other's arms in the living room of Yingqing Villa.

Most of the sofa space was occupied by a tall brother with platinum-streaked hair. In the winter room, with no air conditioning or heating, he wore a black tank top and didn't seem to feel the cold at all.

The younger brother's sharp arms were placed across the slender waist of the beauty in his arms, locking her tightly in his arms - this was a possessive gesture.

His frail brother lay on his side against his chest, his beautiful figure outlined by a black turtleneck sweater, his hair hanging down over his eyebrows, revealing skin as pale as snow. He looked quiet and elegant, as if he had just fallen asleep, without even a hair out of place.

The harmonious atmosphere in the living room ended with the shrill sound of the alarm clock.

Jiang Siran, who was sleeping soundly, frowned and struggled to open his eyelids.

The head hurt badly after the hangover, and Young Master Jiang made an unhappy "tsk" sound and was about to raise his hand to rub it.

When his knuckles moved, he felt something soft and cold.

As if realizing something, Jiang Siran stiffened and slowly lowered his head.

In his arms, Fu You's pretty face rested on his chest. She seemed to be sleeping very soundly, with a faint blush on her pale cheeks.

It is a very pleasant sight.

But Jiang Siran seemed to have seen the most terrifying scene in the world. He opened his eyes wide in horror and dodged backwards suddenly, but he forgot that he was on a small sofa. With a "bang", he fell to the ground with his arms and legs spread out.

With such a loud noise, even if Fu You was sleeping soundly, he would have woken up.

As expected, the frail young man's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly sat up from the sofa. Fu You rubbed his red wrist and covered his lips with his hands while yawning slightly.

"Xiaoran, you bit me so hard last night."

W-What hurts? Where does it hurt?!

Jiang Siran, who was half asleep, felt his scalp tingle when he heard this.

Fu You used her fingertips to wipe the tears that had overflowed from the corners of her eyes. Her dark eyelashes were half-closed to hide the teardrops, and her deep green pupils were a shimmering, moist color, appearing particularly...

Jiang Siran didn't know what to say. His Adam's apple rolled and he sat on the ground like a fool, his eyes staring at the bright red spot on Fu You's snow-white skin.

Could it be that he and Fu You...

Jiang Siran's handsome face had an ugly expression, sometimes black and sometimes red, and no one knew what he was thinking.

His gaze was so revealing, it seemed as if it could reveal holes in a person's body. Fu You paused while adjusting his clothes, then glanced up at Jiang Siran with a hint of understanding.

The little mad dog was still in the same position as when he fell, sitting on the ground with his legs crossed. He looked very energetic, perhaps because he had gotten up early or for some other reason.

Fu You's eyelids twitched, and he looked up, squinting his eyes with a half-smile, looking at the other person's face.

"Oh? It seems my good brother has grown up."

Jiang Siran's heart skipped a beat when he heard the meaningful tone. He looked down, following Fu You's gaze, and immediately realized the implication behind the other person's words. His face flushed completely red!

"Jiang Fuyou! You--" Jiang Siran bent his long legs in embarrassment, tied his coat around his waist, and hurriedly stood up from the ground.

At this moment he was completely sober and realized that nothing must have happened between him and Fu You before, otherwise the other party would not be so calm and composed, and even had the spirit to laugh at his reaction.

What a shame!

Jiang Siran was both embarrassed and annoyed, and angrily wanted to go upstairs to his room. But after taking two steps, he suddenly heard a muffled sound of something falling to the ground behind him.

He turned around and saw Fu You half-kneeling in front of the sofa, seemingly unable to stand up.

"Jiang Fuyou, stop pretending. You used the same trick twice, only a fool would fall for your trick again." Jiang Siran thought that the other party was acting to deceive him again, so he crossed his arms across his chest and said coldly.

Faced with such sarcasm, Fu You just leaned against the sofa, neither getting up nor speaking.

The silence is unsettling.

Jiang Siran vaguely sensed something was wrong, frowned, walked to Fu You, and bent down to check the situation.

Just as he approached, Fu You suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

That lonely hand seemed to be enduring some kind of pain, clenched so tightly that the knuckles were pale. Fu You gasped softly and raised his pale face. The small mole at the corner of his eye looked like the mark of a tear.

He leaned his entire upper body on Jiang Siran's strong legs and said in a muffled voice: "Xiaoran, I'm really not feeling well now..."

A burning temperature quickly passed through the fabric and reached Jiang Siran's body.

Jiang Siran was startled at first, then his expression turned grim. He reached out and touched Fu You's forehead—he had a fever!

An inexplicable anxiety suddenly surged in Jiang Siran's heart, and he didn't even have time to think about where this emotion came from. He first called his personal doctor, briefly explained Fu You's condition, and then wrapped the unconscious Fu You in his coat and carried him to the bedroom upstairs.

About twenty minutes later, the doctor arrived at the villa.

The man who came was a white coat man in his thirties, with a handsome appearance and distinct features. Since arriving at the Jiang family, Fu You's health had been taken care of by him.

The doctor prepared the medicine with ease and gave Fu You an IV drip. Then he asked Jiang Siran to prepare some food for Fu You when he woke up.

Auntie hadn't arrived yet, so Young Master Jiang had to cook by himself.

"Long time no see, Doctor Su." As soon as Jiang Siran left, Fu You leaned lazily against the pillow and spoke. It seemed that the fever-reducing injection had worked.

Doctor Su sorted his medicine box, his face expressionless. "If you continue to abuse your body like this, I'm not sure how many times we can meet again."

"That's not what you said before. Didn't you say that I can live for at least another ten years?" Fu You lowered his eyes and looked at the injection needle on the back of his palm.

"The prerequisite is that you take good care of yourself while abroad, take your medicine and eat on time, go to bed and get up early, and don't interfere in any of the Jiang family's messy affairs." Doctor Su turned around suddenly, looking at him with a look of utter disappointment. "How many of the things I said did you do?"

Fu You didn't say anything. He blinked and asked, "Doctor Su, how long can I live?"

"If you keep going on like this, you'll be considered lucky if you can live past thirty," the man said coldly.

Fu You thought about it, and there was a clear and desolate look in his green eyes.

After a long moment, he smiled softly and said, "That's enough."

…

When Jiang Siran was carrying a bowl of porridge upstairs, he ran into Dr. Su who was leaving with a medicine box.

He looked at the doctor's angry back, raised his eyebrows, and walked into the bedroom.

On the bed, Fu You was looking up, watching the liquid in the medicine bottle falling drop by drop.

He doesn't look like he just had an argument with someone.

Jiang Siran put the tray on the table and handed the bowl to Fu You: "It's time to eat, Jiang Fu You."

Fu You withdrew his gaze and took the bowl of porridge from the other person with a feeling of being flattered.

He stirred it with a spoon and saw a few strands of ginger, wider than a finger, floating between the distinct rice grains in the rice soup. "Did you cook this?"

"What else? It's only six o'clock now, it's hard to even order takeout." Jiang Siran explained a little uncomfortably.

Fu You rarely refrained from teasing him. He scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and even the way he held the spoon was so elegant that it was pleasing to the eye.

The moment the porridge entered his mouth, Fu You's fingers paused imperceptibly. He then lowered his eyes, his eyelashes as long as pine needles, hiding the emotion in his eyes. "Hmm, very delicious."

"Of course." Jiang Siran snorted complacently after hearing this: "You didn't even bother to see who cooked the porridge."

Fu You took two more sips and put the bowl on the bedside table, saying that it was a little hot and he would drink it after it cooled down.

Jiang Siran, feeling good about himself, didn't think much about it.

A gentle breeze blew, ruffling the tiny, curly strands of hair. Fu You seemed lost in thought, his gaze fixed on a single spot in the air. The young man's pale, sickly face was as white as snow, his eyebrows and eyes a smoky shade of green, his lips pale, with only a speck of red etched on his chin.

Like red plum blossoms falling in the snow.

It looks like it has been bullied by someone. It's so cute and pitiful.

Jiang Siran was stunned, his heart skipped a beat, and suddenly thought: I wish Jiang Fuyou could always be so obedient.

But the pale hand of the other party when he fell ill immediately appeared in front of him. Jiang Siran frowned and thought again:

Forget it, Jiang Fuyou should not get sick. It’s also good to be a healthy and annoying guy.

Just as he was lost in thought, he saw Fu You suddenly reach out and push the IV flow rate to the fastest setting.

Jiang Siran's heart skipped a beat, and he stepped forward to stop him: "The medicine is dripping so fast, do you think you're dying too slowly?"

"I have a meeting at 8 o'clock." Fu You held the other person's hand: "It's very important, you can't be late."

Jiang Siran paused when he heard this, and suddenly looked up at Fu You.

The fingers on my wrists were extremely cold, as cold as ice. This distinct chill slid through my skin into my blood vessels, flowing through my limbs and bones, and finally returning to my heart.

Jiang Siran couldn't help but shudder.

The false warm atmosphere in the bedroom suddenly disappeared.

Jiang Siran slowly grinned, but his pupils, as dark as night, held no trace of a smile. He stared at Fu You like a wolf, and said sarcastically, "Indeed, the CEO is desperate to transform Jiang's company. He's racing against time, even at the cost of his life."

Language is a double-edged sword, wounding both oneself and others. Jiang Siran exhaled, feeling as if a knife were twisting his chest, but he insisted on staring at Fu You, like a cocky gambler, willing to bet that this seemingly heartless and jade-like young man actually knew pain and tears.

Fu You's hair was incredibly dark, a flowing black like a raven's feather. When the light shone on it, the young man's profile, framed by his black hair, appeared as smooth and translucent as snowy jade. After several minutes, he slowly produced a lighter.

As if he wanted to light a cigarette, but as if he was hesitant about something, Fu You finally did not take out the cigarette box from his pocket.

"Unhappy?" Fu You held the metal lighter in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Jiang Siran with a smile: "Then you can take Jiang's back from me."

There was a hint of sickness and hoarseness in Fu You's voice, and he was clearly smiling innocently with his eyes drooping, but what he said was extremely arrogant.

Almost instantly, Jiang Siran's face turned into an indescribable rainbow of colors.

Fu You laughed even more happily. Because of the force used in the hand holding the lighter, blood flowed back along the rubber needle, the bright red color was glaring.

"Xiao Ran, good things have to be snatched away. Only the weak will sit and wait for the pie to fall on their heads." Fu You looked at Jiang Siran, who had a grim expression on his face. "This is the first lesson your brother taught you."

With a "whoosh", the flame suddenly lit up.

Fu You's cold, snow-like profile was stained with a beautiful fiery color. This clean young man, who seemed to be sculpted from cold jade, smiled across the flames and spoke word by word:

"I'll wait for you to grab it."