Chapter 9
Shang Zhier heard the noise and squeezed through the crowd. Seeing Yan Huai fainted on the ground, he took a deep breath and reached out to help him up.
"Send him to the hospital first," Lu Zheng said hurriedly, "It's too late to call an ambulance. Zhi Er, just drive him to the hospital."
Shang Zhieryi picked up Yan Huai and hurried into the car.
Yuan Meng got into the car and the vehicle drove quickly to the hospital.
Shang Zhier touched his forehead and said, "It's so hot."
"I don't know if it's too cold on the set," Yuan Meng said, "I should probably get an IV drip later."
After paying the fee, Yuan Meng took the receipt and said, "It's pneumonia."
Shang Zhier sat on a chair, looking at Yan Huai lying on the hospital bed, the medicine dripping.
It was already night when Yan Huai woke up. He opened his eyes and saw Shang Zhier lying on the edge of the bed. He carefully tore off the tape on his hand and wanted to remove the IV catheter.
"What are you doing?" Shang Zhier's voice suddenly rang out.
Yan Huai turned around and said, "I still have to film tomorrow."
"Lu Zheng has given you a day off." Shang Zhier grabbed his hand and put the tape back on.
Yan Huai wanted to break free, "Let go, I said I won't be hospitalized, the crew can't let the progress be delayed because of me!"
"You should take good care of yourself now," Shang Zhier tightly grasped his wrist. "You won't be in good condition to film if you go back, and you might even infect others."
Yan Huai was a little depressed by his harsh words, and his tone softened: "I'm thirsty."
Shang Zhier loosened his grip, picked up the thermos, poured hot water into the glass, and placed it in Yan Huai's hand.
Yan Huai blew on it and took a sip: "It's too hot."
"Wait a while if it's hot." Shang Zhier said this, but still unscrewed the bottle and poured in mineral water.
After drinking half a glass of water, Yan Huai felt even more uncomfortable mentally than physically. On the one hand, he was really worried that the movie would fail. On the other hand, he felt that since he was two years older than Shang Zhi, why did he become the one being led astray in their relationship?
He was puzzled, but ignored the fact that Shang Zhier was already used to waiting and being patient, while he was just getting started.
"I want to eat." Yan Huai raised his legs and kicked away the quilt.
Shang Zhier didn't know how to cook and didn't want to leave the ward, so he sent a message to his private chef and asked him to have someone deliver the food to him.
Yan Huai was playing the game console with great interest. He felt uncomfortable because of the phlegm in his throat, but he couldn't cough it out, so he could only endure it.
Shang Zhier stared at his sickly appearance, feeling both angry and distressed.
The door of the ward was opened and the two turned around. Yan Huai was surprised. This man's figure and appearance could both get a score of 9. He was more handsome than some celebrities in the circle and could even pull off a slicked-back hairstyle.
"Brother?" Shang Zhier was puzzled. "Why are you here?"
"I had dinner with my parents. I heard they asked me to send food to the hospital. I stopped by to see you." Shang Che put the lunch box on the cabinet. "Are you sick?"
Yan Huai looked at Shang Che. It turned out that they were brothers. No wonder he looked a bit like Shang Zhier.
"I'm fine." Shang Zhier turned around and said, "He has pneumonia."
Shang Che looked at Yan Huai, and Yan Huai noticed his gaze and immediately said, "Brother!"
"Get well soon," Shang Che smiled. "I'm leaving now. You guys can chat slowly."
"Okay." Yan Huai nodded blankly.
Shang Zhier had no intention of sending it off, so he took out the lunch box in the thermos bag and placed it on the small table.
The ward door closed, and Yan Huai breathed a sigh of relief. This man had a very strong aura. He asked, "Aren't you going to take him downstairs?"
"No need," Shang Zhier lifted the lid, "It's just a few steps away."
Yan Huai thought, these two brothers don't have a very good relationship, they haven't exchanged a single word. Could it be that they've been fighting over the family inheritance and have become sworn enemies, so they've come all this time to check on their terminally ill brother?
His mind was full of ideas, and he asked cautiously, "Aren't you familiar with my brother?"
"Eat," Shang Zhier stuffed a spoon into his hand, "What are you thinking about? It's fine. We usually get along like this."
"I'm still thinking about you because I failed in my fight for the family inheritance..." Yan Huai buried his head in biting the oyster mushroom.
The meal served was for two people. Shang Zhier was also a little hungry, so he picked up his chopsticks and ate together at the small table.
"My brother is ten years older than me, and the family fortune originally belonged to him," Shang Zhier said. "I'm not interested in inheriting my parents' business. I have shares in the company, and I'm happy with the annual dividends. As for the CEO role, let him be. He's better at handling the daily chaos of the company and battling those old-timers on the board of directors than I am."
Yan Huai bit his chopsticks and thought to himself, when will I be able to say this, tsk tsk, I have no interest in inheriting the family business.
"Then your brother should have a family, right?" When Yan Huai was in school, he had no idea that Shang Zhier had an older brother. He only knew that his family was rich and that he was picked up and dropped off at school in a Rolls-Royce every day.
Shang Zhier nodded. "We've been married for many years and have two children. They're quite noisy."
Yan Huai laughed out loud. It was funny to think of Shang Zhier's expressionless face and the headache he had because of the quarrel between the two children.
"What are you laughing at?" Shang Zhier said.
"Because it's funny."
Late at night, Lu Zheng had no time to visit because of investment matters, so he asked him to have a good rest.
“Surprise!”
The door was slammed open, and Yan Huai was startled. He looked towards the door and saw He Xuan wrapped tightly, wearing a mask, sunglasses, and a bouquet of flowers.
Shang Zhier stared at the flower in He Xuan's arms with a dark look in his eyes. Finally, he stood up, took the lunch box and went out to the corridor to wash it.
"You want to scare me to death in the middle of the night?" Yan Huai patted his chest with lingering fear.
He Xuan pulled down his mask. "Shouldn't you be touched? I'm the only one who came to see you. But don't blame them for not coming. A lot of people are worried. The latest news is that Lu Zheng may not be able to get investment, and this movie is a failure!"
"Ah?" Yan Huai was shocked. "It must be fake. How much is he missing? Let's make up for it. We're almost done filming, don't let him do anything at the last minute."
He Xuan put down the flowers in his hand and said, "Never mind. My agent asked me to wait a week. If it's okay, it's okay. If not, I have to go to a new crew. Oh, Shang Zhier has always taken care of you."
"Yeah," Yan Huai nodded, "He should be leaving soon."
He Xuan curled his lips: "I don't think so."
He was not sure at first, until Shang Zhier asked him, he dared to be truly sure that Shang Zhier must have some other intentions towards Yan Huai.
"I'm leaving. You should have a good rest. I'll give you a red envelope when you are discharged from the hospital." He Xuan waved his hand, put on a mask and left.
Yan Huai was still in a daze. Was the moss going to disappear just like that?
Is this the end of the role he played, the efforts of the crew, and the script created by Shang Zhier?
Shang Zhier pushed open the door with a clean lunch box in his hand.
"It's so late, you should go back." Yan Huai rubbed his eyes.
Shang Zhier picked up the remaining water from Yan Huai and drank it all in one gulp. "All the hotels nearby are fully booked."
Yan Huai stared at his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and sighed in his heart. He drank the remaining water so naturally. It seemed that he had been coveting him for a long time.
Only Shang Zhier could come up with such a lame excuse as "the hotel is fully booked."
It wasn't the peak tourist season, nor was it a holiday, so how could there be so many people? Yan Huai didn't chase him away, as it wasn't convenient for Yuan Meng to take care of herself, and it was quite boring to stay in the ward alone.
When Yan Huai came out of the bathroom, Shang Zhier had already made the folding bed.
He reached out to turn off the bathroom light, but touched the main light instead. The room was pitch black. He groped his way around the cabinets and tables, but something felt wrong. How did he touch Shang Zhier?
"I'm going to bed," Yan Huai patted him, "You're blocking me."
Shang Zhier felt like laughing. It was obvious that he bumped into her on purpose and was touching her all over. Was it really accidental or intentional?
"No kissing today?" Shang Zhier's face was pressed against the side of Yan Huai's neck.
Yan Huai felt that the current atmosphere was too ambiguous and crossed the line. He calmed himself down and swallowed his saliva: "If I don't kiss you, what if I get sick and infect you?"
Shang Zhizhe pinched his earlobe lightly with his fingers, a hint of regret: "Really? What a pity."
Yan Huai felt his earlobe burning, and he whispered, "Stop pinching it."
Shang Zhier didn't stop, but instead began to push the envelope and bargain: "Since we don't want a kiss, do you want some other compensation?"
Yan Huai felt extremely dry all over, even though it was winter.
"What compensation do you want?" Yan Huai rested his chin on his shoulder.
Seeing that he really wanted to make compensation sincerely and simply, Shang Zhier let go of him and said, "Go to sleep. Good night."
Yan Huai stood there at a loss, while Shang Zhier was already lying on the folding bed.
When he finally reacted, Yan Huai realized that he had been fooled again.
He felt a little unhappy and groped his way into the bed.
The warm air from the air conditioner blew slowly, and Yan Huai explained to his fans on Weibo that his hospitalization was only due to pneumonia.
Turning off his phone, Yan Huai asked, "Shang Zhier, is it true that we can't finish photographing moss?"
"Maybe."
"Don't you think it's a pity to waste the script you wrote?" Yan Huai turned to face Shang Zhier. Although he couldn't see clearly, he could hear the voice more clearly.
Shang Zhier took off his eye mask and said, "I don't think so. Not many movies can be completed. The director runs away, the crew runs away, the investors withdraw their funds, and the movie doesn't pass the review. These are all possible. If you can make it, cherish it. If you can't make it, forget it."
The emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is. Yan Huai said unwillingly: "Why don't you invest in Lu Zheng?"
"What should I do?" Shang Zhier sighed, "I've squandered all my money."
Yan Huai really couldn't bear to part with Xiang Shui's character. "I'm selling a suite. Do you have a house? Let's sell it together."
Should we say Yan Huai is naive or too stupid?
"Don't worry, it will be resolved."
Shang Zhier fell asleep after saying this, and did not respond to anything Yan Huai said.
After confirming that he was really asleep, Yan Huai got out of bed, squatted beside him, and pinched his face: "I'll let you play tricks on me, and I'll tear your face off."
In the darkness, Shang Zhier's lips curled up into a smile.
Shang Zhier had the habit of taking a shower in the morning. While he was taking a shower, Yan Huai quickly drank his porridge. He reached out to grab a napkin and knocked over the paper bowl, spilling the porridge on his pants.
This was the scene Yuan Meng saw when she opened the door.
Shang Zhier came out of the bathroom with his upper body naked. Yan Huai was sitting on the bed taking off his trousers. Two bare legs appeared in her eyes. The scene scared her so much that she slammed the door.
She stood outside the door and took a breath of cold air. Isn't this what happened afterwards?
When did the two of them get together?
And... Yan Huai is actually gay!?
Yuan Meng leaned against the wall in despair, already imagining the scene of being scolded by Ye Xiaoming after her crime was exposed.
The two people in the room looked at each other.
Shang Zhier hesitated and said, "Did your assistant... misunderstand something?"
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