Chapter 15 You're Dead If You Dare to Agree? Ning Buyi Quietly...

Ning Buyi fell silent: "He's dead."

Zhu Yanhe could tell he was lying, but he didn't want to call him out on it. He simply asked, "Then who will take care of you?"

"You," Ning Buyi winked at him. Whoever bumps into you takes care of you, isn't that how it is?

Zhu Yanhe smiled slightly: "Why should I take care of you? Isn't it enough that I'm paying for it?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Buyi pursed his lips. He didn't take care of himself, but Li Chang couldn't watch the shop either. Was he supposed to fend for himself?

"No, you have to take care of me." The boy grabbed his hand, afraid he would run away.

A warmth emanated from his palm; the boy had put all his strength into his hands.

The man remained unmoved, so Ning Buyi shook his hand: "Please."

He's such a handsome guy, he can't be so stingy!

Zhu Yanhe looked at the boy who could name those names to anyone, then turned and asked, "Aren't you afraid I might be gay and sleep with you in the middle of the night?"

He just wanted to test Ning Buyi, after all, Ning Buyi had just said he liked him.

The boy's eyes were filled with disbelief upon hearing this. He remembered his high school classmate telling him that male homosexuality was terrifying, but he never expected it to happen right before his eyes today.

He's facing a dilemma: either fend for himself or be slept with by this man. Is there a third option to save him? Chang-ge, I miss you so much.

He'd never been with a guy before, so he had no experience! His experience came from his high school classmates, who constantly told him how terrible gay men were and that Ning Buyi should never be with a boy.

"Wait a minute, you can't leave."

Ning Buyi let go of his hand, picked up her phone, opened Tieba (a Chinese online forum), and posted a message.

Seeing that he was looking at it intently, Zhu Yanhe turned her head and glanced at his phone.

What should I do if I'm about to be slept with by a guy?

This Ning Buyi looks like a pretty idiot, and he actually is an idiot. Who would post a question asking for help? He probably doesn't even know what homosexuality is.

Ning Buyi refreshed the page, and there were many comments below.

T1: Then enjoy it.

T2: It's okay, it's great, the bigger the better.

Ning Buyi's eyes involuntarily glanced at the man's area when he saw this comment. Zhu Yanhe was speechless. "Idiots aren't allowed to go online."

T3: If you're gay, that's fine. If you're not, then you are.

He's already a [someone] before he's even been [conducted]?!

Zhu Yanhe watched as the boy's expression shifted between gloom and sunshine, until finally, he understood.

"Okay, you can take care of me."

The man's lips twitched: "Are you this casual with everyone?"

If he could agree to something like that, how could he still be alive today?

If Ning Buyi knew his thoughts, he would rack his brains and only come up with one sentence: apart from his parents, everyone else is a good person.

"But you'll take care of me. If you're good to me, it's nothing to give a little in return."

Ning Buyi's face was full of earnestness, as if he were offering Zhu Yanhe as his own gift.

The man fell silent for a moment, and the air suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of their breathing remaining.

The next moment, Zhu Yanhe took his phone and tossed it aside: "Do you even have a brain?"

"You'd agree with anyone who said that?"

"Aren't you afraid someone will ruin it?"

"If anyone ever says that to you again, you're dead if you agree."

After saying his blessing, he turned and left, leaving behind the words, "I will come and take care of you," as he reached the door.

Then came the sound of the ward door slamming shut.

Ning Buyi remained listless in his hospital bed. He was the one who wanted him and the one who was angry with him. What did Ning Buyi want? He was the one who was sick.

Ning Buyi muttered something as he picked up his phone and made a video call to Li Chang.

After a "beep" sound, the call was answered on the other end.

"Hey, where did you go having fun, you rascal?" Li Chang looked at him lying on the bed and wondered what he had gone off to do.

Ning Buyi didn't say anything, switched to the rear camera, and turned around to look at himself and his surroundings.

"Probably, he went to the hospital to have some fun."

Li Chang jumped to his feet: "You brat, quickly give me your address, I'm coming to see you."

The scene startled Li Chang; he had gone out to answer a phone call and such a big thing had happened.

Ning Buyi refused: "No need, brother, you can watch the shop."

Unable to resist Li Chang's insistence that his own son was dying, he grabbed a trusted old customer to watch the shop and then hurried to the hospital.

"Are you alright, you rascal!" Li Chang pushed open the door, panting, and ran over to look Ning Buyi up and down. It seemed that something was wrong; his right hand and left foot were in casts, and he looked like he was in a bad situation.

"What happened to you? Did you get into a fight with someone over a phone?"

After all, people would rather not touch their mobile phone than treat it as their lifeline.

Ning Buyi shook his head and said, "No, I crashed into a car while riding my electric scooter."

Li Chang's first reaction upon hearing this was, "This kid is lucky he doesn't need surgery." His second reaction was, "It's good that he's called 'Jian'er' (meaning 'cheap') because it's easy to raise someone with a lowly name."

What kind of car did you crash into?

Ning Buyi continued to shake his head. He had glanced at it a few times while lying on the ground and described it as, "There's something standing in front of the car."

"Rolls-Royce?"

The boy shook his head.

"Benz?"

The boy shook his head again.

"Bentley?"

The boy shook his head again before finally saying, "Actually, I don't know what you're talking about."

Li Chang wanted to punch him, but he was now a patient and couldn't.

The man then showed Ning Buyi a few more pictures: "Which ones?"

The boy's gaze swept back and forth, finally settling on the triangular sign in the lower left corner: "The one in the lower left corner."

Li Chang glanced at it and gasped, "Why didn't you pick a cheaper one to crash into? How can we afford to pay for something this expensive?"

This means that even if they were sold, they couldn't afford to pay for it; perhaps if they were separated, they could afford to pay for it.

Ning Buyi spoke up again: "He has to compensate me, not me."

Li Chang sometimes really wanted to beat this brat up; he always only said half of what he was going to say.

"Am I supposed to stay here and take care of you or what?"

Ning Buyi recalled the man's words and waved her finger: "No need, the one who hit me will take care of me."

Li Chang didn't believe that anyone would be so kind, so he decided to wait for the person to come and investigate before leaving.

"Brother, but I just made that person angry." Ning Buyi, who was lying peacefully, suddenly spoke.

The man hummed in agreement and asked, "Aren't you angry when you got bumped into?"

Only this fool isn't angry anymore; he's happy that Ning Buyi isn't dead.

The boy's words were like a bolt from the blue: "He said he could take care of me, but only if he slept with me."

Li Chang thought he had misheard. What perverted man, daring to have improper thoughts about his beloved son?

"You agreed??"

Ning Buyi nodded: "I asked online and it said it was possible, so I agreed to it, and then he got really angry."

Li Chang didn't speak, but the tattoo on his arm seemed to be struggling to grow flesh and blood.

"Are you out of your mind? You're dead if you dare agree to that."

Ning Buyi imitated Zhu Yanhe's tone and repeated his words.

These words extinguished Li Chang's anger like a bucket of water had been poured on him. He scratched his head, wondering what it all meant.

"You know him?"

"I don't know him."

As the two were talking, the ward door was pushed open, and a tall man walked in carrying a thermos. He frowned when he saw the person next to the bed.

"Have you forgotten what I said?"

Ning Buyi quickly shook his head when he saw his sharp eyes: "No, no, this is my brother."

Seeing that he was acting like a coward, Li Chang felt he had to stand up for him. Although the person opposite him was a handsome guy, he really didn't look like a pervert.

He stood up, rolled up his sleeves to reveal the old actor's heavily tattooed arms: "So you're the one who bumped into me, huh?"

Zhu Yanhe merely glanced at him and said indifferently, "What, could it be that you hit him?"

That one glance was as intimidating as if the scoundrel had eaten all the dishes but left him only plain rice; he felt a deep hostility.

Li Chang lowered his sleeves and chuckled, "Well, this isn't your business anymore. You're in charge of paying the compensation, and I'll take care of Jian'er."

In the midst of his cowardly rights protection efforts, this wasn't something he necessarily had to hold onto. He and Ning Buyi were like-minded people; Li Chang didn't bully the weak but feared the strong.

Upon hearing this, Ning Buyi retorted, "Brother, go and watch the shop. I don't need you to take care of me. He'll take care of me if he hits me."

Li Changchou said, "But can he be as familiar with me as your brother? I'm not at ease with him."

Zhu Yanhe put down the thermos and said, "You can rest assured, after all, I still have basic human morality."

The boy offered a few more words of advice, saying that his shop couldn't be left unattended, and since the man didn't seem to know what he did, he wasn't interfering with their work.

Li Chang gave a few more words of advice before leaving.

After he left, Zhu Yanhe sat down with the pork rib soup in his bowl and asked, "You'll drink it yourself?"

Ning Buyi looked at herself and winked at him: "I only have one hand, you can hold it for me."

Zhu Yan nodded, his large, well-defined hands holding a small bowl, while Ning Buyi held a spoon in his left hand, his mouth pressed against the bowl as he slowly scooped food into his mouth.

From a man's perspective, she looks like a little rabbit.

Ning Buyi looked up: "Can you hold it with both hands? It's not steady."

He jerked the bowl around, and it shook; how could he possibly drink from it?

The man clicked his tongue, but his body language betrayed him as he reached out to hold the bowl, making it easier for him to drink the soup.

After finishing a bowl of pork rib soup, Ning Buyi was stunned. He had never tasted such delicious pork rib soup before.

Seeing his still unsatisfied expression, Zhu Yanhe asked, "Want some more?"

He didn't want to drink the pork rib soup anymore.

"I want to eat something else."

The man flatly refused: "Nothing else."

Ning Buyi regrets that he doesn't have the freedom to move around, otherwise he would get up and lock his phone for half an hour.

"If you hadn't hit me, I could have had a delicious meal at home!"

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Ning Buyi began chanting scriptures in Zhu Yan's ear, continuing to nag until he was annoyed.

At first, Zhu Yanhe pretended not to hear, but then Ning Buyi actually tried to get out of bed.

The man stepped forward and pressed him down on the bed: "If you keep moving around, no one will care whether you live or die."

Ning Buyi nodded: "I'm hungry."

Zhu Yanhe still ordered seafood porridge for him in the end, since he couldn't eat much right now.

The man brought him some porridge and asked him to get up and drink it, but Ning Buyi took out his phone and took a picture first. What kind of time is this?

The boy then shoveled the seafood porridge into the bowl with his mouth still on it, finally satisfying his cravings. He then leisurely lay on the bed playing on his phone.

He didn't text his sugar daddy sister today, so Ning Buyi sent her the photos he had just taken.

Ning Buyi: Dinner.

Ning Buyi: [Image].

A note from the author:

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Silly baby, silly baby, good baby, good baby [eared rabbit head] Our cheeky Kongtong is because his deskmate keeps nagging him, because his deskmate thinks he's handsome and can't be kidnapped by a man, such as "Nantong is very scary." "Look, the one who did this is from Nantong." "They don't have any good people, they're very primitive." and so on.