Chapter 65. I'd marry you too.
Fang Xingu's face flushed red. Although it was just him and Jing Yitong, and he was the one who started the conversation, he simply couldn't accept discussing such private topics with someone, let alone whether it was enjoyable or not...
Fang Xingu retorted in annoyance, "I didn't!"
"Why are you turning your back on me after you've had your fun?" Jing Yitong pretended to take out his phone. "I have evidence."
Fang Xingu looked at his actions in disbelief: "You, you...you didn't record it, did you?"
Jing Yitong casually bent his leg, and Fang Xingu, who was originally straddling his thigh, was forced to slide forward a little with his movement, and inadvertently sat on the crotch of Jing Yitong's thigh. However, because he was still in shock, he did not notice this little incident at all.
Jing Yitong looked at Fang Xingu's wide eyes, which were undoubtedly very beautiful. In the room light, his pupils were dark brown, but in the sunlight they turned into a clear amber color. Upon closer inspection, one could also see that Fang Xingu had several layers of eyelashes, which were exceptionally thick and long, like natural eyeliner, making his eyes look sparkling and bright.
Staring at him like that, Jing Yitong grinned mischievously. He tapped Fang Xin's nose and said, "What are you thinking? How could I possibly record that kind of audio? Besides, it was so early that morning, I didn't have the energy for that."
Fang Xin Gu: ...
Fang Xingu, having been tricked, watched as Jing Yitong's expression gradually became strange. He raised both hands and patted Jing Yitong's face, then pulled his face up, down, left, and right, until Jing Yitong's face was deformed, as if he was trying to find something on his face.
Jing Yitong asked in confusion, "What are you looking at?"
Fang Xingu pouted: "I'm seeing if you've gotten thicker-skinned since becoming an actor. You weren't like this before."
Jing Yitong felt a little bitter. He thought to himself, "If I don't shamelessly use some tricks, I might never catch you in this lifetime."
But he didn't show it on his face at all, and calmly shifted the blame: "It's your fault for not admitting it. What's there to be embarrassed about?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Xin Gu really wanted to open Jing Yi Tong's brain to see what kind of thought process was inside. They had grown up in similar environments and received similar educations, so how could Jing Yi Tong talk about sex so openly? Was he such an open person?
Fang Xingu asked in surprise, "How can you bring such a private matter into the open and discuss it with others?"
Jing Yitong patted his hand reassuringly twice: "It's okay to be honest with me. Men are creatures who are easily controlled by primal urges, and helping each other is definitely more enjoyable than eating at a buffet, which is normal... Well, given the marriage we are about to establish, you'd better only be honest with me, and you'd better only help each other with me."
Fang Xingu frowned and stared straight into Jing Yitong's eyes. He was no longer a child and could not be coaxed by Jing Yitong with a few words.
He was a man after all, and he knew that while "mutual help" between men existed, it wasn't as common as this. Besides, he and Jing Yitong were about to get married. Anyone else would probably feel incredibly awkward seeing each other at this moment, let alone offer to provide services. It was only him and Jing Yitong who were doing this.
Fang Xingu's Adam's apple bobbed. Yes, that meant him and Jing Yitong.
Because Jing Yitong was providing him with services, Fang Xingu accepted them well and even enjoyed that hazy morning, indulging himself in savoring the unique pleasure he was experiencing for the first time in his more than twenty years of life.
But if it were someone else...
Fang Xin felt nauseous just imagining someone else touching his private parts.
Similarly, he wouldn't provide hands-on services to just anyone, and he believed Jing Yitong was the same way.
So why did Jing Yitong help him satisfy his physiological needs that morning?
Fang Xingu bit his lip and pondered, only coming to two conclusions—either Jing Yitong also liked him, or Jing Yitong didn't mind starting a relationship with him to make their arranged marriage more harmonious.
In short, regardless of the approach, it seems that Fang Xingu is happy to see it happen.
But is it really that good?
Fang Xingu couldn't help but have some doubts. He was afraid that he was overthinking things, but also afraid that he was underthinking things and would miss the signal that Jing Yitong was sending.
Fang Xingu became increasingly anxious as he thought about it. Just then, he heard a pattering sound. The two looked in the direction of the sound and saw Quan Quan running from the house to them. Seeing that the two of them were lying on the ground, it affectionately stuck its big head between them.
Fang Xingu was pushed back by it and bumped into Jing Yitong's leg behind him. When Fang Xingu looked back, he realized that his current position was a bit bad. He was practically riding on Jing Yitong.
With a start, Fang Xingu was taken aback by his own realization. He couldn't stand the ambiguous atmosphere and hurriedly stood up and walked towards the room: "I'm going to take a shower first."
Jing Yitong's gaze followed Fang Xingu's figure, and he said, "Aren't we going to film the video?"
Fang Xin waved his hand: "Next time. Taking another picture will cause problems!"
After saying that, he quickly slipped into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
Watching his disappearing figure, Jing Yitong chuckled and cupped Jing Quan Quan's head in his hands, looking him in the eye: "Is your brother shy?"
"Woof!" Jing Quan Quan obviously didn't understand, and could only tilt its head and stick out its tongue to act cute.
Jing Yitong buried his face in its fluffy fur and took a deep breath.
"Being shy means you're not completely indifferent to me, right?"
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The next morning, Fang Xingu and Jing Yi were both woken up by the ringing of the telephone.
Fang Xingu groggily opened his eyes, and after a few seconds of stunned silence facing Jing Yitong, who had just opened his eyes, he realized that his phone was ringing.
He yawned and picked up his phone. When he saw the name "Wei Liying" on the caller ID, his still sleepy brain was blank for a while before he remembered that it was the name of his live-in nanny.
However, Wei Liying was mainly responsible for taking care of Wang Jinxu's daily life and rarely contacted him. Even if there was a major event at home, Wei Liying would prefer to contact Fang Zhiheng or Ying Zhen. Besides, he was supposed to return to Jiangcheng today, so why did Wei Liying suddenly contact him?
Fang Xingu had a bad feeling. He told Jing Yitong and then answered the phone: "Aunt Wei, what's wrong?"
Fortunately, Wei Liying's tone remained normal: "Xin Gu, your grandmother wasn't feeling well yesterday. She was diagnosed with severe anemia at a hospital in Jiangcheng, so we brought her to Shenshi for a checkup this morning. I thought you should be in Shenshi now, so I wanted to let you know."
Fang Xingu suddenly woke up and sat up in bed: "What's wrong with you? Are you anemic? Have any tests done to find out what's causing it?"
"Two days ago, Teacher Wang said she felt a little nauseous. She thought she had eaten something bad, but she didn't feel better until yesterday. She was also a little dizzy, so we took her to the hospital for a few tests. They found out she had severe anemia, and the cause is still unknown. She just had a blood transfusion last night. Mr. Fang asked us to take Teacher Wang to a hospital in Shanghai today. They will also be flying back from Sanya later."
Fang Xingu: "Okay, I understand, I'll be right there."
Jing Yitong sat up with him, clearly having overheard the conversation: "Grandma is sick?"
Fang Xin squinted wearily and said, "Yes, they say it's severe anemia, and I'm currently at a hospital in Shen City to find out the cause."
Jing Yitong: "Are you going to the hospital now? I'll go with you."
Jing Yitong had originally planned to return to Jiangcheng with Fang Xingu today, but now that Wang Jinxu is sick, Fang Xingu will definitely have to stay, so he naturally can't leave Fang Xingu behind and go back alone.
Fang Xingu shook his head: "It's okay, you can go back to Jiangcheng. I can manage on my own."
Jing Yitong put his arm around his shoulder: "Your grandma is also my grandma. She gave me a big red envelope a while ago. Of course I have to go see her since she's sick. I'll go back to Jiangcheng when I have time."
Fang Xin didn't argue with Jing Yitong anymore. After they finished packing, they drove to the hospital together.
Fang Xin was quite familiar with this private hospital. Not to mention that his family had shares in it, he stayed there for more than a month after he fainted backstage at a concert last year, so he knew the internal environment and structure very well.
Now he easily led Jing Yitong to Wang Jinxu's ward.
In the ward, Wang Jinxu lay on the hospital bed looking unwell, but thankfully her spirits were still relatively high, and she even greeted them: "Two very busy people have come?"
Seeing Wang Jinxu's relaxed expression, Fang Xingu breathed a sigh of relief: "Grandma, what's wrong with you?"
Wang Jinxu said helplessly, "We've done so many tests, and the tumor markers and CT scans are all normal, but we still haven't found the cause of the disease."
Fang Xin Gu was not relieved much after hearing this. People don't become severely anemic for no reason, but the fact that the bleeding point has not yet been found means that the cause of the disease is hidden and probably not simple.
Jing Yitong had obviously thought of this as well, and he asked, "Grandma, you had an upset stomach a few days ago, right? Did you have a gastroscopy?"
Wei Liying replied, "It was done this morning, but the effect wasn't very good. Even though I've been fasting and abstaining from water for several hours, the doctor said the food in my stomach wasn't fully digested, and the endoscope couldn't see many parts clearly."
Fang Xin frowned, rummaging through his memories to recall several times when Wang Jinxu was unwell: "I remember when I went back to Jiangcheng in the second half of last year, I saw you rubbing your stomach often, saying you had indigestion. Last time when I was recording a program, Aunt Song Jiao called me and said you were feeling unwell and went to the hospital."
Wang Jinxu took it in stride: "As you get older, you're bound to have some health problems."
Fang Xingu looked at her disapprovingly. Fortunately, someone brought lunch at that moment. Wang Jinxu had been fasting for most of the day to prepare for the examination and was starving.
However, because the last gastroscopy didn't go very well, she could only eat easily digestible foods for the time being in preparation for the next gastroscopy. Looking at the bowl of rice porridge, Wang Jinxu sighed and said, "If I had known that I would get sick when I got older, I should have indulged myself more when I was young and enjoyed life more."
Fang Xingu laughed at her, saying, "It's a pity that now you can only follow the doctor's orders."
Wang Jinxu glared at him with exasperation, then glanced at Jing Yitong out of the corner of her eye before saying, "You really think I'm talking about myself? I'm talking about you!"
Fang Xingu didn't understand what he was cryptic at all: "Huh?"
Wang Jinxu was so annoyed by him that she waved him away: "Alright, alright, stop getting in my way. Your parents are almost at the airport. You and Xiaotong should go pick them up. I don't need you here."
Besides Fang Xingu and Jing Yitong, there were five nannies, bodyguards, and caregivers in the ward to take care of Wang Jinxu. The two of them were really not of any use here. In addition, Fang Zhiheng and Ying Zhen's flight was about to land, so Fang Xingu and Jing Yitong went to the airport first.
Inside the car, Jing Yitong saw Fang Xingu's serious expression and comforted him, "Don't be so nervous, relax."
Fang Xingu's face showed a hint of irritation: "I have a feeling that things aren't going well."
Jing Yitong drove to the airport: "There's no use in you worrying. All you can do now is wait for the test results calmly."
Fang Xin leaned against the car window dejectedly: "I just feel so surprised. Grandma was perfectly fine when we met in Beijing before the New Year."
Jing Yitong reached out a hand to stroke Fang Xin's fur: "I just hope that this time Grandma's illness will be cured as slowly as if it were being pulled out of a cocoon."
Because he had something on his mind, Fang Xingu was even quieter today. Jing Yitong knew he was feeling down, so she didn't say anything to bother him.
More than half an hour later, the two successfully picked up Fang Zhiheng and Ying Zhen at the airport.
Both of them looked travel-worn. When they got into the car, they clearly didn't expect Jing Yitong to be there. After a slight pause, they greeted him, "Xiaotong is here too?"
Jing Yitong was the most natural one. He smiled and nodded to the two elders: "Uncle and Aunt, it's been a long time. I happened to be back in Shanghai with Xin Gu yesterday to record a program."
Fang Zhiheng recalled the post Jing Yitong had made on WeChat Moments and belatedly realized, "Oh, right, you've been staying with Xin Gu these past few days, haven't you?"
Jing Yitong: "Yes, so after I found out that Grandma was sick this morning, I came over with Xin Gu."
Ying Zhen laughed and said, "It's a pity that there's only one bed in the house over there. It'll be hard for you to have to squeeze in with him to sleep."
This time, Jing Yitong's smile was genuine: "It wasn't 'making things difficult for me' at all."
The four chatted for a while, from Wang Jinxu's medical report to Fang Xingu and Jing Yitong's recent work. As they talked, Ying Zhen suddenly said to Fang Xingu, "Speaking of which, didn't you tell your dad that you were going back to Jiangcheng to get your household registration book? Why haven't you come to get it yet?"
Fang Xingu opened his mouth in a daze and stole a glance at Jing Yitong. He had said he was going home to get his household registration booklet for registering his marriage with Jing Yitong, but Jing Yitong hadn't mentioned it to him yet, which made Fang Xingu a little unsure.
He made an excuse, saying, "I've been quite busy lately."
“Even if you’re busy, you shouldn’t be so busy that you don’t even have time to come home. You’re a grown-up, you should be thinking about your own things,” Ying Zhen said to herself as she rummaged through her bag. “Since you’re not coming to get it, your dad and I have no choice but to bring it to you ourselves. We brought your household registration book with us when we went back to Jiangcheng that day. Here it is, keep it safe.”
Fang Xingu stared blankly as Ying Zhen handed him a dark red booklet—the "Household Registration Booklet".
Fang Xingu took the hot household registration book and said blankly, "...You guys are quite eager to marry me off."
Jing Yitong laughed as he gripped the steering wheel: "I'd marry him too."
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Author's note: Stop arguing, actually based on the region, you two can only be married off to different places. [Milk tea emoji]
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