“You…” Xiao Xin was speechless, unsure whether to be angry or cry.
Indeed, it would be better to give Fu Yan a separate room.
He gritted his teeth and pulled Fu Yan's hand forcefully toward the bedroom.
Fu Yan didn't struggle this time. He saw that Xiao Xin's neck was red with anger, and his momentum immediately wilted.
Xiao Xin pulled Fu Yan into the bedroom, closed the door, and forcefully pushed Fu Yan against it. She braced herself against the door with one hand, looked up at Fu Yan coldly, and said, "If you talk nonsense again, you're not allowed to stay in my house."
Xiao Xin's eyes were fierce, and he exuded a chilling aura, as if he was extremely angry.
Fu Yan avoided Xiao Xin's gaze, his eyes darting around, and mumbled, "I... I didn't say anything wrong, that was what my brother said himself..."
His first instinct was to scratch his wrist.
Xiao Xin noticed his action, composed herself, and slapped his hand away: "Bad habit."
He straightened up, took Fu Yan's wrist, and walked towards the coffee table.
Xiao Xin tapped the carpet with his toe and coldly commanded, "Sit down."
Fu Yan sat cross-legged on the ground and stopped moving.
Xiao Xin took out the ointment the doctor had given her and sat down next to Fu Yan.
"hand."
Fu Yan rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his wrists to Xiao Xin.
Xiao Xin dipped a cotton swab in some medicine and gently applied it to the reddened bruise.
When the medication came into contact with the wound, my wrist felt cool and slightly stinging.
Fu Yan gritted his teeth and endured it, slightly curling his fingertips.
Xiao Xin looked up and saw his somewhat ferocious expression. She blew on his wound and asked, "Are you very afraid of pain?"
A fine layer of sweat appeared on Fu Yan's forehead, and his lips trembled slightly: "I'm not afraid."
Xiao Xin glanced at the sweat on his forehead: "Lying is not the mark of a good child."
Fu Yan admitted, "Yeah, brother, it hurts..."
Being afraid of pain, yet torturing yourself like this...
If Yu Muqing hadn't told Xiao Xin herself that Fu Yan had caused these injuries, Xiao Xin might have thought that Fu Qingting had done it.
However, Fu Qingting was indeed the one who caused these scars; Fu Yan merely exacerbated their presence.
Xiao Xin chuckled, blew on his wound, and said softly, "From now on, when your wound itches, you're not allowed to scratch it. You have to apply medicine, understand?"
Fu Yan hummed in agreement, then said, "Brother, the wound on my chest is itchy too..."
Xiao Xin turned her face away and handed him the cotton swab: "Clean it yourself."
Fu Yan hesitated for a long time before taking the cotton swab that Xiao Xin handed over.
He grabbed Xiao Xin's wrist and whispered, "I can't see..."
Xiao Xin looked up at him: "What do you mean you can't see?"
Fu Yan pointed to his chest: "I can't see these areas."
Xiao Xin: "..."
After a brief standoff, Xiao Xin finally cleaned the wound on Fu Yan's chest.
Fu Yan felt a warm feeling in his heart as he watched Xiao Xin intently applying the medicine to him.
He suddenly asked, "Brother, will these scars heal?"
Xiao Xin paused in applying the medicine. He didn't really know why, but he still said, "Yes."
Fu Yan nodded: "Yes, if you keep applying the medicine for me, I think I'll get better."
Xiao Xin: "..."
Seeing Fu Yan's increasingly arrogant attitude, Xiao Xin deliberately increased the force.
"Ah, ouch..." Fu Yan groaned, frowning, "Be gentle, brother, it hurts..."
Xiao Xin glanced at him.
Seeing that he didn't believe her, Fu Yan, with tears welling in her eyes, said, "Brother, it really hurts..."
Xiao Xin: "If you keep doing this, I'll do it myself."
Fu Yan pursed his lips and conceded, "Brother, blow on it and it won't hurt anymore..."
Xiao Xin dropped the cotton swab and was about to get up when Fu Yan quickly grabbed him and weakly called out, "Brother..."
Xiao Xin saw that his eyes were red and he looked like he was about to cry, and she felt a little confused.
Oh well, let him brag if he wants; he won't hold it against a kid.
As long as Fu Yan doesn't speak ill of him to Yu Muqing, it's fine.
He squatted down in front of Fu Yan, put his arm around his shoulder, and gently blew on the wound.
Fu Yan felt a cool sensation in his chest, and the stinging pain subsided considerably. He couldn't help but reach out and rub Xiao Xin's head: "Thank you, brother."
Seeing that his expression had returned to normal, Xiao Xin pulled Fu Yan's hand away from her head, got up and put away the ointment, and said to Fu Yan on the ground, "Get up, get ready to go out."
Fu Yan stood up and blinked her bright eyes: "Brother, where are we going?"
Xiao Xin stepped across the carpet, put on her shoes, and said the same thing again: "Speak less, do more, and don't ask questions you shouldn't ask."
Fu Yan said "Oh" and obediently followed behind Xiao Xin.
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After having lunch with Fu Yan at a restaurant, Xiao Xin took Fu Yan to the mall to buy several outfits.
He put together several outfits for Fu Yan according to his own aesthetic sense, each costing less than a thousand yuan on average.
Fu Yan remained silent and didn't ask any questions throughout the entire process; he wore whatever Xiao Xin told him to buy.
After buying clothes and getting in the car, Xiao Xin saw that he hadn't said a word all day, and praised him with a smile: "You've been very good today. As a reward, you can stay at home and memorize the information I gave you. I'll check it when I get back tonight."
Fu Yan fastened his seatbelt and understood Xiao Xin's unspoken meaning. He looked up at Xiao Xin and asked, "Brother, are you going to leave me alone at home?"
Xiao Xin, with one hand on the steering wheel, drove the car out of the garage, saying as he drove, "I have something to do tonight, it won't take too long, you can go ahead..."
“No, I want to go with my brother,” Fu Yan refused outright.
Xiao Xin drove and thought for a while.
Taking Fu Yan to the club isn't out of the question; it might even help him regain his memories.
Seeing that he neither said no nor yes, Fu Yan asked anxiously, "Is it okay, brother?"
The roads were a bit congested during rush hour, so Xiao Xin drove slowly.
While waiting at the traffic light, he glanced at Fu Yan and finally relented: "Okay, when we get there, don't say anything out of line or eat anything out of line. Just listen to me and I'll take you there."
Xiao Xin's approval was like a reassurance, and Fu Yan nodded vigorously: "Okay, brother, I'll listen to you."
...
The shopping mall was not far from the Blue Heart Club. Xiao Xin drove the car to the main entrance, handed the car keys to the doorman, said "follow me" to Fu Yan, and went straight up the steps.
Fu Yan looked at the blue-glowing gate and felt it looked vaguely familiar. Seeing that Xiao Xin had left him far behind, he immediately started walking and chased after her.
Xiao Xin met many people along the way.
Those people originally wanted to go up and greet Xiao Xin, but when they saw Fu Yan looking around behind Xiao Xin, their faces turned pale with fright, and they all shut their mouths and awkwardly moved aside.
Fu Yan looked at the crowd scattering to both sides, seeing their panicked and desperate expressions, and frowned in confusion.
Why do these people seem so afraid of Xiao Xin...?
He stood with Xiao Xin at the elevator entrance, tugging at Xiao Xin's sleeve: "Brother, they seem really afraid of you?"
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