Chapter 53 Feng Xingyun took out a water glass and poured…
As Feng Xingyun poured water, he asked Liu Duanhe, "Have you finished the call? The doctor will be here soon. Have you taken your temperature and taken your medicine?"
"Yes, there's still breakfast. Haven't you eaten yet?"
After placing the warm water in front of Liu Duanhe, he went to the entrance to get breakfast and neatly arranged the small boxes inside in front of him.
Feng Xingyun was busy running around. He checked Liu Duan's temperature and forehead, and his brows furrowed even more. "It's so hot. We can't wait for the doctor. I'll take you to the hospital directly."
Liu Duanhe pressed down on his arm as he tried to hug her, her face flushed, her slightly sweaty hair sticking to the side of her face. Helplessly, she stopped him, saying, "I've already taken fever reducer. It takes time for the medicine to take effect, and the doctor should be here soon."
He didn't feel too bad and didn't want to bother Feng Xingyun, plus it would make the doctor come for nothing; it was just a cold and fever.
What bothered him most was the sweating. His thick eyebrows furrowed as he picked up the clean chopsticks that had been separated from his face. "Could you please get me a damp towel so I can wipe my face?"
Feng Xingyun listened to Liu Duanhe. He knew that Liu Duanhe was not the kind of person who didn't care about his health and liked to push himself. Although he was worried, he still nodded and said, "Okay, I'll urge the doctor again. Wait for me."
He walked toward the bathroom as he spoke. Fortunately, he had been there a few days ago and remembered where Liu Duanhe usually put the towels.
Not forgetting Liu Duanhe's obsession with cleanliness, Feng Xingyun first carefully washed his hands with hand sanitizer before taking out a clean towel from the cabinet, soaking it in warm water, and then folding it.
Liu Duanhe ate a few mouthfuls of porridge, but his appetite was poor due to his illness.
When Feng Xingyun handed him a towel, he carefully wiped his exposed skin until he felt a little dry.
I couldn't help but sigh, "Thank you so much for today."
Liu Duanhe's body was originally weak and his legs were limp. After washing up, his mind became clearer. Now, after wiping himself with a towel, he felt like he had come back to life.
He picked up his phone from the sofa and sent a message to Secretary Wei.
[Boss: I won't be going to the office today. The scheduled activities will be postponed by one day.]
Secretary Wei: Okay.
Liu Duanhe put down his phone. Feng Xingyun, unaware of the message he had sent, said with concern, "Since you're sick, you should rest for the next few days. You've been too busy lately; you need to take care of yourself."
Liu Duanhe smiled and handed him his phone to show him the chat history. "I'm not going to the company today." He didn't say anything more. His situation was different from Feng Xingyun's, but he appreciated the sentiment.
Feng Xingyun swallowed the words he was about to say, knowing that Liu Duanhe's decisions were unlikely to be changed by others' opinions, and nodded, saying, "Okay."
He secretly resolved to work harder at his family's company, hoping that Liu Duanhe could also rely on him and gain more from him, so that perhaps Liu Duanhe could make things easier for him and reduce the pressure.
Just as Feng Xingyun was about to return the phone to Liu Duanhe, the phone suddenly rang, displaying the message "Grandpa".
Seeing this, Liu Duanhe put down his chopsticks, picked up his phone, and got up to walk towards the balcony.
Feng Xingyun stopped him, "I'll go to the guest room to explain your condition to the doctor. You can make the call from the living room; it's cold on the balcony."
Liu Duanhe then stopped and nodded, saying, "Okay."
Until Feng Xingyun's figure was blocked by the door, Liu Duanhe answered the phone, "Grandpa."
His shoulders and back relaxed at first, and a slight smile and a sense of determination appeared on his face. But when he heard what followed, he suddenly tensed up, his eyes trembled, he lost all his original expression, and his full lips pursed up, revealing a tragic blood color.
"Okay, I understand."
A long time passed after the call ended, and Liu Duanhe remained silent and motionless, seemingly lost in thought.
Under the bright, comfortable lights, only half of his body was shrouded in shadow. The morning chill had not yet dissipated, and the sky, still tinged with a dark blue hue, resembled an invisible curtain.
As Liu Duanhe gazed at the sliver of white light on the horizon, a suffocating bitterness welled up in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.
The guest room was very soundproof. Feng Xingyun only came out of the guest room after his private doctor rang the doorbell and sent him a message.
The curtains in the living room were drawn back, and the bright sunlight streamed in coldly, offering no warmth whatsoever.
Liu Duanhe had already gotten up to open the door.
Feng Xingyun was always very perceptive of Liu Duanhe's emotions. Although he seemed no different from before, he could still sense Liu Duanhe's subtle melancholy.
After the doctor diligently examined the patient and carefully preserved the drawn blood, "I will send the report to you once the test results are available."
He paused and looked at Liu Duanhe.
Liu Duanhe threw away the cotton swab from the puncture site. "Let's exchange contact information, and you can send me the results."
The doctor glanced at Feng Xingyun and said, "Okay."
He left some medicine behind. After giving Feng Xingyun some instructions, he tactfully left quickly.
Feng Xingyun could sense that Liu Duanhe's previously melting outer shell seemed to have frozen over again, unconsciously trying to distance himself from them, like a wounded beast, fiercely warning others to get close.
He knew he couldn't just let things continue like this. He liked Liu Duanhe, liked him very much, so much that when he was with him, he would suddenly think that if a car appeared, he would be willing to die for him, or even die together, which would be a kind of fulfillment for him.
Beneath his dark eyes swirled a gloomy emotion born of a love fraught with uncertainty and loss. He looked up, concealing his feelings. At this moment, he knew he had to be more assertive. He abruptly asked, "What happened on that phone call you just answered? You seemed to be in a bad mood."
Liu Duanhe thought he wouldn't ask, after all, they had been tacitly maintaining a subtle ambiguity during this time, and the faint sense of distance was tugging at their nerves, as if their previous straightforward conflicts had never occurred.
He was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed, his gaze scrutinizing every expression on Feng Xingyun's face.
It was pure worry and concern; for a moment, Liu Duanhe was lost in thought, and the smile on his lips vanished.
Then came a long silence, a silence that made Feng Xingyun's heart grow heavier and heavier, aching with pain. He didn't know why, but even though Liu Duanhe hadn't shed a single tear, he felt that Liu Duanhe was so sad and heartbroken that he was in tears.
He vaguely guessed what was going on, even though Liu Duanhe said nothing.
Liu Duanhe hesitated. Reason told him that the news of his grandfather's serious illness should be kept secret and not revealed to anyone, but emotion pulled at the bond they had formed over the years.
He's always been one to say one thing to one person and another to another, hasn't he?
"Grandpa's condition has worsened, and the doctor has diagnosed that he doesn't have much time left."
After Liu Duanhe spoke, he suddenly felt a long-lost sense of relief, and the heavy, almost suffocating anxiety in his heart also loosened a crack.
Feng Xingyun felt a sense of relief, as if he had just guessed. He sighed, carefully approached Liu Duanhe, took his arm from the side, and pulled him into his embrace.
Liu Duanhe stiffened for a moment, unusually at a loss, and unable to muster any resistance.
His handsome but cold face softened as he gently stroked Liu Duanhe's arm, his broad chest exuding warmth.
He wanted to say a lot, but it all felt pale and powerless, so he just said, "You still have me."
"Do you really like me?" Liu Duanhe couldn't help but ask him, repeatedly confirming Feng Xingyun's feelings. He had seen too many hypocrites and sweet talkers, and his suspicious nature made him doubt how much of what people said or did when they approached him was truly sincere.
Although he was confident that he could understand a person's temperament quite well, when it came to emotions, even his true feelings could change in an instant. Liu Duanhe did not have that confidence in fully understanding emotions as well.
Feng Xingyun's heart trembled, feeling a pang of sorrow and heartache at his question.
He turned to the side, cupped Liu Duanhe's face in his hands, and lowered his head slightly.
Liu Duanhe's thick, feather-like eyelashes trembled, unable to muster the strength to dodge, as she looked at his devoutly closed eyes.
With his phoenix eyes closed, his fair and handsome face looked like a deity receiving devout offerings from believers, exuding tenderness.
A warm touch gently kissed my brow, as light as a feather.
"I really like you, I like you so much." Feng Xingyun opened his eyes, his gaze burning intensely. Liu Duanhe didn't reject him, and he couldn't control himself any longer, lingeringly nuzzling against Liu Duanhe's neck.
"Then can you be with me? How about a serious relationship?"
Liu Duanhe shook his head. "I need to think about it some more."
“Feng Xingyun, you need to know that love between men will not be recognized by the vast majority of people in this society. Even though the new marriage law has been passed, social attitudes will not change in a short time. Others will look at you with prejudice. You need to think carefully about what you will face in the future.”
They are currently only in a "contractual relationship." If it were to become a real relationship, given his conservative views, it would definitely be with the intention of marriage, which would present them with even more challenges.
Feng Xingyun was initially discouraged by his second rejection, but then he thought, since he had already said he would consider it, wouldn't he have a much better chance of succeeding if he confessed again?
He firmly stated, "I can accept all of this. I simply like you as a person, not because of your gender, nor because of any frivolous playfulness, but because I am serious about wanting to spend the rest of my life with you."
I don't care about any potential criticism.
"Because I genuinely like you and love you."
Because Feng Xingyun had witnessed love, he sincerely believed in its existence and waited for its appearance.
Liu Duanhe initially disbelieved it, but later came to believe it because of his parents' cold exploitation and his grandparents' taciturn yet tender nature.
So he knows that love is a matter of probability, and how lucky he is to truly possess a love that lasts until death.
Liu Duanhe did not believe in fate or luck, so he hesitated and lingered.
Feng Xingyun's sudden confession swayed Liu Duanhe's thoughts. He calmed down a little. He had been preparing for his grandfather's passing for several years. After all, everyone dies eventually, and he could only accept it. But no matter how much he prepared himself, it was impossible to remain unmoved.
He smiled slightly and told Feng Xingyun, "We'll see how you do in the future. I'm hard to win over, so you'd better be prepared."
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