Chapter 4 After being discharged from the hospital and having the housekeeper complete the formalities and get into the car, the old man...
After the butler finished the formalities and got into the car, the old butler hesitated and asked, "Young master, should we tell your father and mother about the hospitalization?"
Liu Duanhe said calmly, "There's no need to tell them."
After speaking, he leaned back in his chair, his beautifully arched phoenix eyes closed, and his thick, dark eyebrows, as dark as distant mountains, furrowed slightly. Seeing this, the old butler had no choice but to swallow his words.
Feng Xingyun, who was on the other end, also left the hospital and only then did he realize that his clothes were almost completely soaked, probably because Liu Duanhe had splashed them with water when he was rinsing.
Fortunately, the temperature is high enough now. When he found it, it was only half-dry. It will be almost completely dry in a little while.
He tugged at his clothes, took out his card from his pocket and looked at it. Since he had already asked for leave from his afternoon classes, Feng Xingyun simply went home and ordered a super cool silver-gray supercar that he had wanted for a long time.
When they arrived at their destination, as soon as the car stopped, Liu Duanhe opened his eyes, showing no sign of sleepiness. Clearly, he had simply not wanted to talk.
The bodyguard lowered the wheelchair, but Liu Duanhe waved his hand, "Go inside first, I can still walk by myself now."
After resting for a while in the car, he felt he could hold on for a little longer. Moreover, the butler had brought a full set of clothes and shoes, so he could walk on his own. Before, Feng Xingyun hadn't even had time to give him shoes and socks, and he was sitting in a wheelchair in public. If word got out, people would think he was disabled.
Liu Duanhe rested in the hospital for a full half month. Even though he felt dizzy and nauseous from time to time every day, it did not delay his professional coursework or the company affairs arranged for him by the old man.
He thought he was made of iron, but the old housekeeper who had watched him grow up felt heartbroken. He had suffered such a serious injury without even telling his family. He was alone in the hospital and still had to attend to his studies and work. So the old housekeeper brought him all sorts of nourishing soups every day.
The smell of willow leaves and meat makes me feel nauseous as a conditioned reflex.
The most troublesome one is Chen Xingdong. He happened to be out racing cars recently and luckily escaped with his life, only breaking his leg. He is also staying in a VIP ward at this hospital.
They weren't on the same floor, so it was unlikely they would bump into each other, especially since Liu Duanhe was intentionally blocking the news.
As luck would have it, while Liu Duanhe was sunbathing in the garden, he slipped in from somewhere and bumped right into him.
For the next two weeks, he was entangled with Chen Xingdong, so before his concussion had fully healed, Liu Duanhe, without hesitation, chose to be discharged from the hospital despite the report stating that he could be discharged to take medication and rest, but it was best to continue hospitalization for observation.
After canceling his leave on the app, Liu Duanhe went straight back to school from the hospital. He had a class that afternoon, so he checked the location of the classroom and went there.
He arrived at the perfect time, fifteen minutes before class started. It was a long lecture, and the lecture hall was already half full.
The first thing Liu Duanhe saw was Feng Xingyun, whom he knew best. Feng Xingyun's sharp and cold face was facing the door. He was sitting in the first row, leaning back in his chair with a bored expression. There was no one to his left or right.
He walked straight toward him.
In fact, the air went still the moment he appeared at the entrance of the lecture hall, and seemingly unnoticed gazes followed his every step.
As he walked, people kept greeting him, as if everyone could say a word or two to him.
Liu Duanhe wore a gentle smile, showing no sign of impatience. Her snow-white skin appeared ethereal and blurry in the sunlight streaming through the French windows, like a reflection cast by an ancient god, so beautiful that the camera lens snapped out of focus.
His sharp gaze fell on the raised phone, then returned to his own amidst the photographer's smirk.
All that remained was the photographer's burning chest, his heart pounding wildly.
That look in her eyes just now, so helpless yet sharp, was so sexy!
He quickly uploaded the photo and shared it in the forum's dedicated thread for the most handsome guy.
People stopped greeting Feng Xingyun after Liu Duanhe sat down next to him. After all, it would be too conspicuous to stand up and chase after him to say hello; they were all college students and not that thick-skinned.
At banquets, Liu Duanhe was often surrounded by people, who followed him like glue.
Don't underestimate how shameless a person's lust for power can be; there are plenty of people who sell themselves, let alone just being a little thick-skinned.
Feng Xingyun's back stiffened instantly. He never expected that Liu Duanhe would sit next to him, so close to him.
He glanced at the distance between them out of the corner of his eye. Well, they weren't exactly next to each other; there was at least ten centimeters between them. But in the past, Liu Duanhe would always leave at least one space around him!
In the ten minutes before class, Feng Xingyun's mind was filled with thoughts of the shower he took after playing ball that morning. He changed his clothes every day, and wondered if he had sweated in the afternoon. He thought he should still smell of shower gel.
Even if Liu Duanhe felt it wasn't clean enough, he was the one who sat down there, so Liu Duanhe probably wouldn't embarrass him in public.
It wasn't until the school bell rang that Feng Xingyun managed to gather some mental energy to listen to the lesson. He finally came to the conclusion that someone as shrewd as Liu Duanhe wouldn't embarrass someone in public, even if he minded.
Feng Xingyun spent two classes in such a tense and anxious state that he didn't remember a single word the teacher said.
In the latter half of the journey, what occupied the other half of his mind was the cool, fresh scent of grass and trees in the snow emanating from Liu Duanhe. It made one want to take a deep breath, and the coldness would seep into one's heart and lungs. Feng Xingyun's thoughts wandered aimlessly, just like his cold heart and lungs.
When the bell rang, Feng Xingyun stopped mechanically taking notes.
Beside him was Liu Duanhe's arm, straight as a bamboo branch. The bluish-purple veins on the back of his hand lay quietly, not prominent, but making his hand appear slender, white, and almost transparent. It was aloof and ascetic, with his palm slightly curled up, revealing the bony knuckles in a restrained manner. They were pinkish, and the flesh and bones were well-proportioned. It was a pair of hands that were beautiful enough to be used as a hand model.
The hands twitched slightly, then closed, and the person began tidying up the books on the table.
Feng Xingyun swallowed hard, only then realizing that he had broken out in a light sweat and his heart was pounding anxiously. He nervously glanced at Liu Duanhe's expression.
Liu Duanhe rarely showed his bad mood to outsiders. He always seemed to have a good temper. He didn't notice Feng Xingyun's restless and anxious state of mind for the entire two classes. All his attention was focused on the teacher on the stage.
After tidying up, he turned his head and smiled at Feng Xingyun. The sunlight on his left made half of his handsome face shine brightly, while the other half was deep in darkness. His eyes, which were clear in the light, were slightly narrowed, like a fox. "Let's go, it's time to eat."
Feng Xingyun was like a fish caught on a hook, agreeing to whatever Liu Duanhe said until he walked out of the teaching building. Only then did he realize that Liu Duanhe had actually invited him to dinner!
Could it be that Liu Duanhe was thanking him for taking him to the hospital? Feng Xingyun couldn't think of any other reason besides that.
He felt utterly flattered. If it weren't for Liu Duanhe's obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness and the arrogance and aloofness he had inadvertently glimpsed in his bones, Feng Xingyun felt he would have really liked Liu Duanhe as his friend. After all, aside from those things, he was genuinely considerate to his friends, like right now.
As soon as I stepped out of the teaching building, someone came running up from a distance, panting, and said, "I heard from a friend that you were back in class, so I rushed over from my dorm."
"Since it's lunchtime, and you recommended the company I did an internship at last time, thank you so much. Let me treat you to lunch outside."
The tall man had delicate features, wore black half-rimmed glasses, and dressed in a simple black short-sleeved shirt and cargo pants. However, his hair was clearly styled carefully, and he was also wearing cologne.
It was too deliberate. Feng Xingyun saw through all his tricks at a glance. He was certain that this was another man who was either openly in love or secretly in love with someone.
Liu Duanhe would pretend not to know, regardless of whether he actually knew or not, and then feign rejection after being confessed to, while offering a bunch of comforting words.
This is absolutely outrageous! Isn't this just fishing?!
Feng Xingyun was prepared for Liu Duanhe to agree. He always did this; as long as it wasn't too outrageous, he would agree to anything with people he had a decent relationship with.
He heard Liu Duanhe's deep, slightly hoarse voice gently reply, "Sorry, I have an appointment today."
It was clear that the man opposite was very surprised, and Feng Xingyun was also surprised. He hadn't expected that he would be more important to Liu Duanhe.
He chose him, and Feng Xingyun found himself somewhat pleased. He stepped forward and stood next to Liu Duanhe, his sharp, arrogant eyebrows raised, and a slightly provocative and smug smile appeared on his face. "Excuse me, classmate, we are roommates and had already made plans in advance."
A note from the author:
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Single-player mode is heartbreaking [covering face and peeking]
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