Xiao Xin shook his head and said, "No."
He then put out his cigarette.
After all, he had promised the manager not to mention this to anyone, otherwise the manager would lose his job, and he would find it difficult to take responsibility.
"Alright," Yu Muqing straightened up, took Xiao Xin's arm, and walked towards the door: "Let's go see Xiao Yan first."
The mere thought of Fu Yan made Xiao Xin feel a burning itch all over her body.
But he'd have to face that day sooner or later. Who told him to sign the contract with such a foolish hand?
Where Mu Qing couldn't see, Xiao Xin lowered his head and sighed quietly, hoping to get the money soon and get rid of that "devil".
...
Fu Yan sat quietly on the edge of the bed, his back ramrod straight. He had lost his former fierceness, and the manager watching him felt a little uncomfortable...
After all, Fu Yan is so well-behaved now, just like a model student in the eyes of a teacher.
Looking at that eager-to-learn gaze, even a man in his thirties like the manager couldn't help but feel a surge of fatherly affection and wanted to go up and pat Fu Yan's head a couple of times.
The manager was startled by his own thoughts and quickly shook his head to banish the dangerous idea.
Fu Yan noticed his strange behavior and gave the manager a dismissive look, as if he were an idiot.
The manager's cold eyes met Fu Yan's, and he felt a chill in his heart for no reason. He quickly lowered his head again.
Sure enough, Fu Yan is Fu Yan. Even with amnesia, his aura is still so domineering.
Fu Yan's gaze just now was like that of a lion searching for its prey, as if it wanted to tear him to pieces in two or three bites.
The manager's frantic thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. He looked up and saw Yu Muqing walking in with Xiao Xin in her arms.
Xiao Xin glanced at Fu Yan indifferently, then looked at the manager and gave him a reassuring look.
Fu Yan's relaxed brows suddenly furrowed. He stood up and took a few steps to Yu Muqing, then grabbed Xiao Xin's arm and pulled her behind him.
Xiao Xin: "?"
Yu Muqing's hand was still frozen in mid-air as she looked at Fu Yan with a puzzled expression: "?"
The manager, watching the interaction between the three, was also speechless with astonishment.
A faint smell of gunpowder permeated the air.
Xiao Xin's wrist ached from Fu Yan's grip, and a red mark quickly appeared. He looked down and patted Fu Yan's hand, growling in a low voice, "Let go!"
Fu Yan ignored her, glared at Yu Muqing, and pulled her back again.
Yu Muqing was taken aback by his wary gaze and slowly lowered her hand that had been hovering in mid-air.
Anyone who didn't know better would think Xiao Xin was some precious treasure to him.
The last time he saw Fu Yan with such a dreadful expression was when Fu Yan and he were fighting over food when they were kids.
Yes, Yu Muqing suddenly remembered that Fu Yan's behavior could be described in one word—"protecting food".
He straightened his slightly surprised jaw and looked at Fu Yan with a teasing smile: "You brat, don't you even recognize your brother?"
As Yu Muqing spoke, she reached out to pat Fu Yan's head.
Fu Yan pulled Xiao Xin back a step and looked at Yu Muqing indifferently, "Get lost."
Yu Muqing's smile froze: "..."
Xiao Xin's heart skipped a beat, and she paused in breaking free from Fu Yan's hand.
Seeing the atmosphere becoming too tense, he lowered his voice and whispered in Fu Yan's ear, "He really is your brother..."
Fu Yan glanced at him sideways: "I don't know him. I only need you as my brother."
Yu Muqing withdrew her hand, her face darkening even more.
As Xiao Xin watched Yu Muqing's face grow increasingly grim, his heart pounded wildly.
Well, a bastard is a bastard. Even with amnesia, he's still unreasonable and doesn't recognize his own family.
We don't want Yu Muqing, the "real brother," but rather Xiao Xin, the "fake brother."
Isn't this a huge loss...?
Xiao Xin couldn't help but curse him as an idiot in her heart.
Yu Muqing's breathing quickened. To avoid arguing with a patient, he put his hands in his pockets, turned his head and called to the manager, "Let's go."
The manager nodded blankly: "Oh, oh, okay, boss..."
As he passed by Fu Yan, he glanced at Xiao Xin, hoping that none of this was a prank by Fu Yan...
After Yu Muqing and the manager left, only Fu Yan and Xiao Xin remained in the room.
With Yu Muqing absent, Xiao Xin was too lazy to pretend to be weak in front of Fu Yan, and glared at Fu Yan fiercely: "Let go of my hand or not?"
If Fu Yan was faking it, he would definitely give himself away.
Xiao Xin, of course, would not let any trace of Fu Yan's pretense slip by.
Fu Yan's eyes widened slightly as he looked into Xiao Xin's cold gaze, and he suddenly felt a headache coming on.
He reached out to scratch the wound on the back of his head, but Xiao Xin reacted quickly and grabbed his wrist with her free hand.
He looked at Fu Yan with worried eyes: "Don't move."
Fu Yan stared at him blankly, her hand frozen.
But my head still hurts...
He sensed Xiao Xin's concern for him and lowered his voice: "I... I have a headache..."
Xiao Xin sneered inwardly, half-closing his eyes at Fu Yan, thinking, "You better not be faking it..."
He glanced at his wrist, which was red from Fu Yan's grip, and said calmly, "Let go first, I'll go call the doctor."
Fu Yan then realized that he had squeezed Xiao Xin's wrist until it was red. He slowly released his hand, but he didn't want Xiao Xin to leave.
Xiao Xin pressed his shoulder, making him sit on the bed: "Sit here and wait. I'll go call the doctor. Don't move around, especially around your head, understand?"
His tone was cold and impatient.
For some reason, Fu Yan felt a little depressed, but still responded, "Mm."
His obedience was unusual, which made Xiao Xin a little uncomfortable, but he was too lazy to think about it too much and decided to find a doctor first.
As soon as Xiao Xin turned around, Fu Yan grabbed the hem of his clothes.
Xiao Xin clenched his fists, suppressing his anger. It seemed this kid wasn't going to pretend anymore.
A cold smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he turned to look at Fu Yan on the bed: "What is it now?"
Fu Yan looked at him calmly, her face expressionless, and pointed to the call button on the bedside table: "I just wanted to remind you that you can call the doctor there, so you don't have to come here yourself."
Being stared at like that by Fu Yan, Xiao Xin suddenly had the illusion that he was an idiot.
He slapped away Fu Yan's hand that was tugging at his clothes, a smile playing on his lips, and bent down to look Fu Yan in the eye, meeting his gaze: "You really don't remember anything?"
Xiao Xin's beautiful eyes were so close, and Fu Yan felt a sudden tightness in his heart as he stared at him so intently.
His ears tingled, his eyes darting away from Xiao Xin's gaze, and his voice was low: "I really... I don't remember..."
Seeing his shy reaction, Xiao Xin's smile deepened.
Since he's such a good actor, he'll play along.
He deliberately moved closer to Fu Yan's face, breathing heavily on Fu Yan's face.
Fu Yan felt his hot breath, gripped the sheets beneath him tightly, and felt his heart beat faster and faster.
The two were so close that Xiao Xin could see the fine downy hairs on Fu Yan's face.
I didn't expect my skin to be so good...
Xiao Xin was lost in thought and didn't notice that her nose was almost touching Fu Yan's face.
He leaned close to Fu Yan, who braced himself against the windowsill behind him and was about to fall.
Xiao Xin then realized what was happening, grabbed Fu Yan's arm, and turned over to cushion Fu Yan's fall.
"..."
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