Chapter 48 Chapter 48 A warm feeling welled up in my heart, like early spring...
"Well, when I can't bear it anymore, I think about what happened back then, and I find that time goes by faster." Ye Xiuming was a man who had been abandoned twice, both times by the people he trusted the most. If he said that there was no brokenness in his heart, that would be bragging. So if he wanted to melt the ice and snow in his heart, a few meals would not be enough.
Ye Xiuming acted as if he was ready for food and gave Su Ting a knowing smile.
The fish maw chicken looked soft and tasty, full of chicken broth, fresh and delicious. When Su Ting brought it over, Ye Xiuming opened his eyes innocently, his aggression somewhat weakened. "Little Dad, feed me."
Su Ting immediately went to get the bowl and chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish maw first, and stared at Ye Xiuming's lips and his slightly parted lip line. Ye Xiuming was probably still young, his lip line was clear and neat, and the skin around it was smooth and seamless, without any wrinkles, revealing the youthful luster and vitality. When the corners of his mouth moved, his skin also smoothed and stretched, without any ravines.
Seeing Su Ting standing there motionless, Ye Xiuming tilted his head slightly, used the tip of his tongue to hook the fish maw into his mouth, and then showed a satisfied look.
The fish maw chicken made by Su Ting should win a big award. It melts in your mouth, and the mysterious and noisy taste of the deep sea swirls between your taste buds, making you unforgettable for a long time.
"Little dad, let's reciprocate. I'll feed you too. Ah - open your mouth -" Ye Xiuming also scooped a spoonful of fish maw with his left hand and prepared to put it into Su Ting's mouth.
But Su Ting was in a daze again.
He looked at Ye Xiuming's unusually cold and white hands, which were completely bloodless. His skin was as smooth as marble, with only the fingertips showing a healthy pink color, as if all ten fingers were painted with rouge.
It was easy to catch the eye with these impeccable hands.
"Little dad?"
Su Ting realized that he had lost his composure, and quickly pulled himself out of his thoughts and took the food from Ye Xiuming with his mouth.
Soon, both of them were amused by this funny way of eating. After feeding Ye Xiuming, Su Ting began to eat the rest slowly.
Su Ting had something he had always wanted to ask Ye Xiuming, but he kept his head down to eat. Finally, he asked casually, "You seem to be very familiar with Pei An." They went to drinking parties together, F1 training together, and were discharged from the hospital today. Pei An was almost everywhere Ye Xiuming was.
Ye Xiuming: "Of course, he is also the only friend I have when I can't bear it anymore."
The waves in Su Ting's heart were about to break through the sea level, and he had to ask: "Do you still hate me?"
"Little Dad, I've never hated you." Ye Xiuming glanced at the heater. "Who turned up the temperature? Why is it so hot?"
He was wearing a black cardigan that was easy to put on and take off. Upon hearing this, Su Ting immediately took it off for him. Ye Xiuming said, "Touch my back."
Su Ting touched his wet clothes and said, "Why are you sweating so much?"
Ye Xiuming: "It's okay, little dad. Young people sweat easily. I'll go take a shower now. You should go to bed early too."
Su Ting pulled his elastic bandage and said, "Don't waste your energy. I'll wash it for you."
Ye Xiuming looked at Su Ting in astonishment as he quickly stripped off his last piece of clothing, as if forcing a sale. This reminded Su Ting of Ye Xiuming's childhood. He smiled, patted his head, asked him to turn around, and got into the bathtub.
He recalled Ye Xiuming's gaunt figure back then, practically skin and bones. But now, his broad back was thick with strong muscles, a testament to his extensive training. Su Ting wet his back, water droplets dripping from the knotted muscles. "That super driver's license you're getting isn't going to be easy."
Ye Xiuming used his eyes to reassure him: "It's very simple, just do a good job of physical training."
"Did you do this training specifically?"
"You could say that."
"So you still want to race cars."
"The speed of F1 can make people forget the pain quickly, but if you want to compete, you have to travel and train in different cities, and then I won't be able to see you," Ye Xiuming asked Su Ting to prepare the shower gel and waited for him to scratch him again.
Su Ting was just about to relax, thinking to himself, let the child do whatever he wants, but then he heard "I can't see you anymore", and a warm feeling welled up in his heart, like the snow in early spring, melting at the right time.
"So how do you plan to make up for the five years we left behind?" Su Ting looked at Ye Xiuming tentatively, wanting to see his reaction. Ye Xiuming asked, "How are you going to make it up to Dad?"
Su Ting immediately said: "He is different."
"What's the difference?"
Su Ting smiled and said, "Ask me again and I'll drown you in the bathtub."
Ye Xiuming tilted his head back, tears trickling down his Adam's apple. "So, what's your standard for making amends? Guilt? I have that, and so does Dad."
Ye Xiuming pretended to be mysterious and whispered in his ear, "Bring me a pen."
Although Su Ting didn't know what Ye Xiuming was trying to do, he always felt that what he was going to say and do was very interesting, so he obediently took a pen. Ye Xiuming held the pen in his left hand and scribbled six words on the plaster. Su Ting took a closer look and chuckled.
Ye Xiuming wrote: "Little Dad, you are so cruel."
"Don't let me feel guilty towards Dad," Ye Xiuming's hair hung low beside his ears, and his true face could not be seen, but Su Ting felt that Ye Xiuming was still a little guy with a conscience.
Ye Xiuming said slowly, "I still owe my life to Dad. As long as he asks, I won't say a word."
"Xiu Ming!" Su Ting scolded softly, his thin, resolute face clear and bright. "People always have to pay the price for their choices. The choice back then was mine, and also Zhou Xubai's. No one will blame you."
"Little Dad, I once asked you to indulge me a little more. Now can I make another request?"
Su Ting covered his shoulders with a towel, his face stern, and said, "What's your request?"
"A little more patience with Big Dad, a little more compassion for strangers, and a little more sympathy for enemies."
Su Ting was facing a formidable enemy: "You'd better let me be a saint."
Ye Xiuming: "Give it a try, maybe there will be a different ending."
When Gu Jianqing stood exhausted at the Feihe Group headquarters, Su Ting originally wanted to find someone to kick him out, but when he thought of Ye Xiuming's three-part nonsense, he finally maintained some composure.
"Gu Jianqing, what are you looking for me for?"
Zhou Xubai was also eager to try in the stairwell, waiting for Su Ting's signal.
"There were misunderstandings between us, and I want to clear them up."
Gu Jianqing was still as clear and cheerful as ever, his words and actions showing a maturity that did not belong to his age. He smiled broadly and heartily, and got straight to the point: "I didn't spread those photos."
When Gu Jianqing and Su Ting were in love, they filmed many pornographic videos. Any one of them would make people's blood boil. Those videos were saved in Gu Jianqing's computer. If he didn't spread them, who else could have spread them?
"It was Lu Chen. He pursued me but I was rejected. He even drugged me to make it look like I had slept with him. He then posted those photos the next day. Including that circle of friends post, it was because he promised me that if I agreed to recognize him as my boyfriend, he would find a way to erase the impact of the photos."
A sad look appeared on Gu Jianqing's handsome face: "But I never stopped loving you."
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