Chapter 52. (Chapter 52) Seeing Liu Duan and the gloomy...
Seeing the light appear on Liu Duanhe's gloomy face, making his already exquisite and handsome face even more radiant, Feng Xingyun felt a sense of relief. His face should not have shown any gloom or sullenness in the first place.
With that thought in mind, Feng Xingyun raised his slightly cool and soft hand and kissed it. "You are you, he is him, and we cannot choose our parents."
He was clearly aware of the recent conflict between Liu Duanhe and his parents, and said vaguely, "It will be over soon, and then this kind of thing will never happen again, and you still have me."
What he actually meant was that Liu Duanhe could treat his parents as his own parents in the future, since they both liked him very much and would be part of the same family.
But when Feng Xingyun was about to say it, he realized that Liu Duanhe and he were not really in love; it was just an agreement, a gesture of pity and compensation.
Liu Duanhe understood what he meant. If he hadn't seen through his parents, he wouldn't have been able to compete with them so fiercely recently.
Therefore, Liu Rumeng's words only slightly stirred his heart, without causing him much surprise, doubt, pain, or depression.
He smiled, not directly responding to Feng Xingyun's words. Unknowingly, they walked to a more secluded part of the garden, where there was an artificial lake and a retro-style wooden bridge.
Stepping onto the bridge, one can hear the occasional tinkling of fish swimming in the lake. In the dead of night, the bustling scene of elegant women and glamorous figures fades away, leaving only the quiet sound of leaves rustling in the wind.
Liu Duanhe's mood gradually became extremely calm, and his body relaxed.
Feng Xingyun followed behind him, intoxicated by the feeling that it was just the two of them, following in his footsteps, chasing each other step by step under the moonlight.
Liu Duanhe didn't turn around. His slender and handsome figure stood tall and straight. His magnetic, low voice was as captivating as a violin sonata. "I didn't hear you mention it yesterday. You're coming to the banquet today."
Feng Xingyun leaned against the railing beside him, facing Liu Duanhe. His neat buzz cut and suit were not buttoned properly, and his cold and indifferent appearance showed that his eyes were only on Liu Duanhe.
"I wanted to surprise you, but I'm early." His slightly hoarse voice was full of sweetness.
Liu Duanhe smiled. It wasn't that Feng Xingyun was early; it was clearly that he was late.
When he reached a brightly lit area, he saw that Feng Xingyun's cheeks were flushed with the effects of alcohol, and he could feel the burning heat of Feng Xingyun's body as he held his hand, which was still closed.
Liu Duanhe's expression softened further as he said softly, "I'm glad you came, but I don't want you to force yourself. Is the banquet boring? I don't like you drinking."
When looking at someone you like, your expression is naturally relaxed. Feng Xingyun also felt a little uncomfortable. He leaned forward lazily, his back arched as he rested on Liu Duan and his right shoulder. He mumbled an "Mmm," and said, "If you don't like it, I won't drink anymore. I never liked alcohol anyway. I just missed you."
Liu Duanhe almost got goosebumps from his cheesy talk, and used her fair, slightly cool hand to push Feng Xingyun's head away.
The short buzz cut felt strange to the touch, and he curiously touched it twice, both in the same direction and against the direction of the hair. "If you feel unwell, I'll go get you some hangover medicine. You're too heavy."
Feng Xingyun's head was pushed up by him, but his body was still pressed tightly against him. Liu Duanhe met his gaze, and his bright black eyes showed that he was not drunk at all, but very clear-headed.
He chuckled, supporting himself with one hand and waving the other in front of his eyes, "Are you really drunk? Get up."
Feng Xingyun continued to pretend, but his smiling eyes betrayed him completely. He grabbed Liu Duanhe's shaking hand and examined it carefully. "What is this?"
Liu Duanhe looked at him like he was an idiot, but the corners of her mouth curled up. She pressed her hand forward against his face, and a fresh and rich fragrance wafted from her slender hand. "Are you still pretending to be stupid?"
Feng Xingyun's handsome features peeked through his fingers, and a warm, slightly damp kiss, carrying a burning heat, gently touched his soft palm. "He's my darling."
Liu Duanhe was stunned. His jade-like earlobes turned bright red, and his handsome, even aggressive, face seemed to have been tainted by the kiss that had pierced his heart. How could Feng Xingyun so casually utter the word "baby"?
He wanted to question Feng Xingyun, but couldn't bring himself to say it; his mind went completely blank.
He jerked his hand away as if he'd been electrocuted. Even when Feng Xingyun kissed his cheek before, Liu Duanhe hadn't felt this flustered. He dared not think about why this was happening.
He abruptly changed the subject, saying, "It's getting late, let's go back."
Feng Xingyun's heart, which had been pounding with excitement at Liu Duanhe's shy reaction, suddenly slumped back down, and he followed closely behind Liu Duanhe back to the main hall.
The once intimate setting of just the two of them was now filled with a large, boisterous crowd, adding another layer of displeasure to the already tedious banquet for Feng Xingyun.
He picked up the orange juice expressionlessly, and was squeezed out of Liu Duanhe's place by the layers of people.
Liu Duanhe was almost eager to throw himself into the social interactions that he used to feel so comfortable with. Although he looked much the same as when the banquet started, he had even secured a new project collaboration after returning from the garden.
But he seemed to be communicating and acting entirely based on muscle memory, while his soul remained high in the air, detached from his body, dazedly observing the elegant figures below.
He noticed that he hadn't forgotten to ask the waiter to bring Feng Xingyun some hangover medicine and warm water, and nodded with a smile when Feng Xingyun looked over.
After getting into the car to go home and saying goodbye to Feng Xingyun, he leaned against the back of the car and stared out the window in a daze.
Feng Xingyun did not leave with his parents. He clearly saw him standing under the rose wall by the door, one hand in his pocket, his eyes fixed on him, filled with emotion.
Liu Duanhe felt as if he were wrapped in layers of love, almost unable to breathe. He wanted to look away, but ultimately couldn't.
He fell ill after returning home that night. The chill that had accumulated over the previous two days was successfully defeated by the emotional backlash during the night.
In the middle of the night, Liu Duanhe was awakened by his own body temperature. Still half asleep, he curled up in the quilt, feeling hot all over yet shivering from the cold.
He struggled to sit up, his mind clouded by fever. He got out of bed, took some medicine, and then lay back down to sleep.
It wasn't Secretary Wei who noticed something was wrong with him until dawn, as it wasn't even time for him to go to work yet.
Feng Xingyun rang the doorbell with breakfast in hand, but received no response for a long time. Somewhat puzzled, he sent a message to Liu Duanhe, who would usually be finishing his exercise and having breakfast at this time.
Could it be that he hasn't gone home yet today?
He sent a message to Liu Duanhe before leaving home, but received no reply. Feng Xingyun began to feel that something was wrong, since Liu Duanhe rarely went more than half an hour without replying to his messages.
Feng Xingyun took a step back, carefully looking for a way to get in. He thought with annoyance that he should have asked Liu Duanhe if he would be willing to give him a key to his house. Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered that Secretary Wei should have a key to Liu Duanhe's residence, since he was responsible for almost all of Liu Duanhe's daily affairs.
He first called Liu Duanhe, but no one answered until he hung up.
He didn't have Secretary Wei's phone number, so Feng Xingyun immediately messaged his father's secretary, asking him for Wei Mingheng's contact information.
Just as he received the call from Secretary Wei, the door in front of him opened.
Feng Xingyun was first struck by the rich aroma, like a cake soaked in honey, fragrant and sweet. Freed from the confinement of the room, he rushed out, relieved that nothing had happened.
But the next second he changed his mind.
Liu Duanhe, delirious with fever, pressed the doorknob and weakly said, "Please call a doctor for me."
Feng Xingyun was so startled by his abnormally flushed cheeks that he forgot everything else. Liu Duanhe was obviously sick. He simply threw the breakfast on the table in the entrance hall and quickly washed his hands with alcohol gel.
"Okay, I'll make the call right away."
He changed his shoes in the entryway, fumbled to turn on the light in the dark, and immediately dialed his family doctor's number.
After the lights were turned on, it was even clearer than at the entrance of the corridor. Liu Duanhe's fair and delicate neck and forehead were covered with glistening water, and her curled eyelashes were still wet. It was as if she had just washed her face with cold water to wake herself up before opening the door. Her gaze fell wearily after just one glance.
Their noses were no more than ten centimeters apart. Liu Duanhe did not back away as usual. His hot, moist breath came rapidly from the side of his face, and his wet eyes, filled with the light of spring water, stared blankly into his dark, worried pupils.
"They're not even backing down now, it seems they've really gone mad from the fever," Feng Xingyun said with a frown and concern.
Liu Duanhe then remembered something, took a few steps back, his whole body burning with pain in his bones, making his legs weak and almost causing him to fall.
Feng Xingyun reacted quickly, spreading his long arms to grab Liu Duanhe's lean and strong waist. Liu Duanhe straightened up with the help of his strong arms, breathing heavily with discomfort, his brows furrowed, his lips bitten until they were bright red and moist. "I'm fine."
Feng Xingyun felt it was absolutely terrible. Liu Duanhe's fragile state almost broke his heart. After signing the one-month dating contract, he unusually became firm, "What's wrong? Don't be stubborn, I'll take care of it."
He exerted his core strength, wrapping one arm around Liu Duanhe's limp waist. His once firm and powerful muscles relaxed and stretched. He leaned forward slightly and hooked one arm around Liu Duanhe's leg.
Of course, an adult man of similar height wouldn't be light, especially since Liu Duanhe has always been committed to exercise. You can't tell when he's wearing clothes, but there's a perfect inverted triangle of muscles under his clothes. It's all from pure exercise without any protein powder, so he looks lean yet full of strength.
Fortunately, Feng Xingyun also exercises every day, so he easily picked up Liu Duanhe. His excellent proportions made his legs look even longer when he was being held. Feng Xingyun couldn't help but take a few more glances at him.
He walked to the sofa and reluctantly put Liu Duanhe down. Liu Duanhe then slowly removed her hand from her eyes and said shyly in a low voice, "Thank you. Did you call the doctor?"
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