Chapter 57 Chapter 57 No love premise, no meat talk/…
The high-end residential area where Ji Qian lives is relatively close to the hospital. It is not particularly large and cannot be described as luxurious, but it has a good environment and security management, making it suitable for living.
His house is on the top floor of an apartment building near the inner wall. There are two households per floor. The house next to him on the same floor is empty, and the house downstairs is also empty. It is very quiet.
After the door opened, Chi Ke was a little stunned.
From Ji Qian's reaction when he heard that he was going to his house, it was not difficult to tell that this kid's home was definitely very tidy and very pleasing to the eye, otherwise he wouldn't be looking forward to his visit so much, as if he couldn't wait to show off his own home.
But even though he had some expectations before coming here, he was still really surprised when he saw the interior of the house with his own eyes.
"Did you design the soft furnishings yourself?" Chi Ke likes Italian minimalist and light luxury style houses with earth tones.
There are no colorful decorations, the open layout makes the space seem particularly spacious, and there are large floor-to-ceiling windows... Living in such a place will make your whole mood better.
The house he lived in in his previous life was of the same style, but not as big.
This kind of decoration style can easily make it look cheap. He didn't have the artistic talent to do it himself. He asked the design team to customize everything from lighting to materials to furniture. He refused to use the popular templates on the Internet. He spent a lot of money and finally created a barely satisfactory living environment.
Even so, he didn't like it as much as this house.
A 400-square-meter riverside flat with a floor height of more than three meters, it’s a dream house!
This peacock really takes good care of itself.
Ji Qian came in and brought him a new pair of slippers. He raised his chin modestly and said, "Fifty percent of the design was done by me. I still had to find professionals to measure the size, model and customize the furniture. They would review it after they finished it. It was so tiring."
"Very beautiful." Chi Ke did as he wished and gave the compliment that someone had been expecting to hear from the very beginning.
“Hey, I just installed it casually. It’s not something particularly difficult…” Ji Qian supported the entrance cabinet, immersed in the three words “very beautiful” and tried to learn to be low-key.
It is absolutely impossible to be low-key.
Just looking at the corners of his mouth, it would be considered restrained if he didn't raise them even to the Palace of Versailles.
Chi Ke squinted his eyes and looked at him for a while, feeling a tingling sensation in his heart. He turned his right hand over to lock it and held his face with his left hand.
"Chiu~"
Ji Qian's voice stopped abruptly.
After being stunned for a long time, he mechanically raised his arm to touch the hot skin on his left cheek: "... Did you just kiss me?"
"No, it's just your illusion." Chi Ke licked his lower lip in a good mood, stroked his hair, and walked in without any hesitation, "Can I sit anywhere?"
"Ah... yes... you can even sit on the beam..."
Ji Qian was still savoring the feather-light kiss on his cheek and had no idea what he was saying.
Turning around and seeing Chi Ke on the sofa, he subconsciously said something very stupid: "Sit on the sofa?"
"It's okay if you don't want to sit down," Chi Ke stood up, "Find a ladder and I'll climb up the beam."
Ji Qian: “.”
Ji Qian finally came back to his senses.
"The sofa is fine." He coughed twice and went to the refrigerator to find something to eat. "You didn't eat enough just now, so let's make some dumplings? I had someone make them with three fresh fillings, without onions or garlic. I was thinking of bringing them to you in two days."
There are very few fast foods on the market that Chi Ke can eat.
"Sure." Chi Ke said, "Is there any meat?"
The meal just now aroused his appetite for meat.
He didn't eat fatty meat, so Ji Qian picked out the lean part of the Dongpo pork. But he didn't want to eat anything with even a little fat on it. In the end, he was only able to eat three or four pieces after being picky.
"There's some braised beef. It'll take a while to thaw. Just walk around while I take care of it."
People who can't cook at all don't have much other things at home, just a lot of fast food.
"OK."
Chi Ke agreed verbally but did nothing. He lazily slumped on the sofa and seemed to have no interest in this house at all.
Ji Qian couldn't keep quiet, and seeing that he didn't move, he started cutting beef while explaining the function and structure of the house to him, regardless of whether he was listening or not.
This open space is very suitable for one person to live in. If there are two people, the privacy space may be relatively less.
For example, when Chi Ke sits on the sofa, he can have a panoramic view of the scene at the open kitchen counter.
The separate small kitchen next to the restaurant is hidden away and is used exclusively for cooking to prevent fumes from spreading into the air. However, Ji Qian has never cooked in his life, so the small kitchen is just a decoration. He only invites a chef to his house occasionally, and usually eats at the countertop.
He is tall, with long legs, and the kitchen counter is so high that it only reaches his hips. His lower back is curved towards the counter, and his body proportions are even more obvious than those of a male model.
Chi Ke lifted his chin and glanced at them for a few times, then suddenly asked, "Can you wear an apron?"
Ji Qian: “?”
Ji Qian looked confused and said honestly, "We don't have this kind of thing at home."
There are no oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, so where does the apron come from?
"Forget it if there is none." Chi Ke seemed to be just saying it casually, "Tell me about the situation of the Ji family."
…
The second young master of the Ji family was an unexpected product of his parents.
After finding out she was pregnant, Ji's mother's first reaction was to have an abortion.
But the old man of the Ji family was superstitious and firmly disapproved of abortion, saying that it was immoral and would affect the Ji family's fortunes.
So the original owner was born in the disgust of his parents and brother.
After Ji's mother gave birth to the child, she sent him to the old man to raise. On the pretext of raising her eldest son, she took Ji Song to study in Australia. Ji's father not only had no objection, but also agreed very much.
The couple had no feelings for each other a long time ago, and they each went their own way in life. The only thing they had in common was that they loved their eldest son. Perhaps Ji Song was the only proof of their short and beautiful love.
The two of them tacitly accepted the non-existence of their youngest son, and the old man didn't pay much attention to it, so the child grew up in a corner where no one cared.
There is always some sense of presence when a living person appears in the home.
His mother abroad didn't care about him, but his father at home did pay some attention to him.
But the father soon discovered that this timid, shy and introverted son was not likable at all.
When he sees him, he doesn't call me dad, and he doesn't take the initiative to greet his elders in the New Year. He hardly chats with people when he goes out and has no friends. He walks with a hunched back and his head lowered, with no manners at all. The only thing he can show off is his useless grades.
The father hated his youngest son very much.
This hatred reached its peak at a Spring Festival banquet one year.
The youngest son was pushed into a pond full of ice chips by the eldest son of the Li family. He climbed out in a panic, not knowing how to resist or hide. He sat on the ground woodenly, hugging his knees and crying.
There were many people watching the fun, pointing and talking at the laughing eldest master and the cowardly youngest son.
My father stood in the crowd, feeling extremely angry and ashamed.
In the end, it was the second son of the Leng family, under the instruction of Leng Chengye, who handed the child a coat and took him away from the scene of the accident.
The young man who was helped didn't know that it was Leng Chengye's intention, he just thought it was Leng Yunting's kind act.
Leng Yunting couldn't get rid of him, but then he thought that he had served him well, so he didn't chase him away.
During that time, there were only two people in the world who were kind to him.
One is Leng Yunting.
One is Ji Song.
Unexpectedly, the elder brother was very kind to his younger brother, even to the point of doting.
The two brothers are separated by time and ocean, but that does not stop them from keeping in touch.
Ji Song would give him money, buy him birthday presents, and advise him to do what he likes and not care about other people's opinions.
For example, studying medicine.
No one in the Ji family supported his decision to study medicine.
Seeing his relationship with Leng Yunting, his father had always hoped that he could go into business in the future, get some benefits from Zhenting, and maybe even get some benefits.
The words were said cryptically, but that was the meaning.
However, this son had a completely different personality from the other members of the Ji family. He would never do anything to let his friends down. With the full support of his brother, he resolutely applied to a medical school abroad. When his father found out, he beat him half to death.
The year he left home to go to college, Ji Song had just finished his studies and returned to China.
The mother appeared at the door with a smile on her face, just in time to meet her youngest son who was about to take a taxi to the airport.
When they returned to China in previous years, they never took the initiative to pay attention to the fourth member of the family, and did not visit him during the Chinese New Year. This was the first time that the three of them had met formally in a real sense.
The smiles on their faces suddenly froze.
The youngest son opened his mouth and wanted to shout "Mom", but the two words rolled in his throat for a long time and couldn't roll out. He could only look at Ji Song and say, "Brother."
Ji Song smiled and patted his shoulder: "Are you leaving?"
My brother nodded.
"Be careful outside! Mom is very tired after just coming back, so we won't send you off." The brother lowered his voice, "Why don't you hurry up? Mom will scold you later."
My brother nodded hurriedly and passed by them carrying the box.
The ignored mother frowned unhappily: "It's rude."
Ji Song was beside him, smiling nonchalantly: "Well, after all, we haven't met him many times, it's normal that we're not close. It's okay, mom. Isn't it enough to say I love you?"
"Luckily I have you, otherwise this life would be hopeless." The mother's face improved a little, and she asked the man who was drinking tea and reading the newspaper in the room, "Where is he going?"
"Go to school." The man said irritably, "I don't know what you are thinking about giving up finance to study medicine."
Ji Song smiled even more happily.
He knew that his younger brother might not really love medicine, but he was just avoiding it because he was afraid that his "loving" elder brother would mind his involvement in the family business.
Ji Song recalled the message this kid had sent him, saying that he wanted to learn something in order to prove himself to his parents and gain recognition...
He laughed mercilessly, very loudly, so loudly that his parents looked in his direction and asked what was wrong.
"It's okay," Ji Songle said, "I just suddenly found my brother quite interesting. Hey, mom, has he sent you any messages in these years?"
The mother shook her head: "I don't have his contact information."
"That's weird," Ji Song pretended to be distressed, "I hoped that you two could keep in touch before, and I sent him your contact information. But he didn't add you?"
The mother was stunned for a moment, then looked through the friend request, and her face gradually turned cold: "It doesn't matter. People don't appreciate it. Don't do such meaningless things in the future. Come over for dinner."
Ji Song ran over with a smile and massaged his shoulders, thus cutting off his brother's chance to contact his family for the next few years.
The second young master of the Ji family has been gone for many years, and no one has remembered him during this time. He is like a transparent person, and it makes no difference whether he is there or not.
When he returned to China after completing his studies, he contacted Leng Yunting, who asked his special assistant to pick him up. The two silent people got together and became even more silent along the way.
When getting off the car, he thanked and said goodbye to his special assistant in a friendly manner, and did not add each other on WeChat. Afterwards, they kept in touch through phone calls and text messages.
The second young master of the Ji family became the only one in the second generation circle who worked in a public hospital and the topic of after-dinner conversation. After becoming Leng Yunting's personal doctor, everyone tacitly accepted that his status was inferior, and they looked down on him even more and stopped playing with him.
He didn't care, he just hoped to do something to prove to his family that he was not useless.
But what he received were only increasingly disappointed looks from his parents, his brother no longer got close to him, Leng Yunting also ignored him, and later even the old man looked at him with disgust.
It seems like he can never satisfy anyone.
Realizing this, he found his life quite boring.
So he left a suicide note wishing everyone well, listened to the last cicada concert of late summer, lay in the bathtub, and cut his wrists.
…
"I woke up in a bathtub full of blood." Thinking of the moment when he was about to be drowned in blood, Ji Qian still remembers it clearly and sighs sadly, "He really didn't want to live. He wrote a lot of wishes in his suicide note, and the only things he was worried about were a few scientific research projects."
The original owner had two scientific research projects, and it was because of him that Ji Song gave him the connections.
When Ji Qian first came here, he was unaware of everything and just ran around doing whatever he wanted for a while. By some strange coincidence, he attracted the attention of his parents, and they ridiculously started to show concern for him.
Ji Song realized this and immediately went to his house to threaten him, saying that if he didn't obey, he would fail those projects.
Ji Qian can make money based on the known plot, but it is just making money and he cannot compete with the heir of the Ji family.
In order not to implicate his colleagues and career, which were the only things the original owner cared about, and also to sort out his own thoughts, he turned around and went abroad for further studies.
"All we need to do is stop Ji Song from causing trouble." Chi Ke had guessed this conclusion a long time ago and was not surprised.
"Yes, so I don't plan to worsen my relationship with the original owner's parents." Ji Qian blew the dumplings to cool them down and handed them over. "I will leave sooner or later and return my identity to the 'dead'. Although I am angry, the original owner values family so much, I can't be so self-righteous as to destroy these things for him."
Chi Ke swallowed the dumplings slowly before speaking: "Not only has your relationship not deteriorated, but it has improved, right? I remember that the two people in the Ji family cared about you a lot, otherwise they wouldn't have given you the hospital."
"Yes, this is really a headache for me. He started to care about me for no reason, showed me kindness, and gave me something to the hospital to make up for me... What's the use? His son is gone!" Ji Qian was very angry, "Do you know that I am a fake?"
Ji Qian had an indescribable feeling after replacing the original owner's identity and getting the love from his family that he had always dreamed of.
"This is not something you can control. You are not a saint. There is nothing you can do. You can only let nature take its course." Chi Ke stuffed the half-eaten beef into his mouth. "In fact, we haven't seen it with our own eyes, and our understanding of them may not be complete. It is impossible to disguise the original owner based on our own understanding. Completing the things he can't let go of, and then restoring his life trajectory is the greatest respect we can give him."
"That's what I said, but when I think about it... ah, I still feel uncomfortable." Ji Qian chewed the beef for a long time, "...Is it not heated enough?"
"I thought you couldn't tell." Chi Ke calmly picked up the plate and heated it up for a while. "You have to know that they like you because your personality perfectly matches their expectations for their child, not because they like you personally. Doesn't it make you feel better if you think this way?"
Ji Qian choked: "Why do you sound happy and unhappy at the same time?"
"Come and try to see if it's heated through." Chi Ke raised his hand to beckon him over, pinching a slice of beef of the right thickness, "You're good with the knife."
"After all, he is a surgeon." Ji Qian rolled the beef away with the tip of his tongue, licked his fingertips, and said with satisfaction, "It's cooked."
Chi Ke was already used to his little tricks, and he ate a piece of the cake quite naturally, still using the same two fingers: "Don't think too much, I will help you with Ji Song's situation and let you leave the Ji family as soon as possible. Instead of being unhappy, you might as well think about how to please me."
"Can I just lie down and enjoy a comfortable life if I please Mr. Chi?" Ji Qian thought this was a good suggestion. "You want to support me?"
Chi Ke turned around and leaned on the bar, put his hands around his neck and pressed down, looking into those eyes nonchalantly: "If you are willing, it's not impossible."
He breathed very lightly when he spoke, and his breath brushed against Ji Qian's lips, making him blush.
Ji Qian's brain buzzed and his eyes wandered around. Before his brain could react, his hands had already grasped the protruding hip bones on both sides.
After coming to his senses, he felt that it was impolite, so he loosened one hand and leaned on the bar behind the man's waist. He turned his head away impatiently, but his peripheral vision caught Chi Ke's teasing gaze, and he couldn't help thinking:
No, why?
Why is he so capable?!
Ji Qian clenched his teeth tightly, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After calming himself down, he looked at him as if nothing had happened: "I'm sorry, I'm feudal and old-fashioned. I don't want to talk about physical relationships without the premise of love."
Chi Ke saw all his reactions, quickly suppressed the smile on his lips, and slowly slid his right hand from his neck to his left chest, occasionally poking his violently beating heart.
"What does it mean to have a love relationship?" he asked.
Ji Qian’s knuckles turned white as he pinched the edge of the bar, and he pressed down on him.
Chi Ke uttered an "ouch" and subconsciously leaned back, spread out his five fingers, and pressed them against his chest to stop him from getting closer: "Old man, if you have something to say, please talk nicely, don't do things that can only be done with a physical relationship."
Ji Qian: “…”
Ji Qian rudely and unreasonably pulled away his hand that was in the way, and hugged him regardless, with a rogue look of "what can you do to me?" "There must be a chance to cultivate feelings first, and then there can be a prerequisite for love. How can you support a handsome guy without working hard?"
Who can be as reasonable as you?
Chi Ke said with a smile: "Then how can I seize this opportunity?"
"Hmm..." Ji Qian pretended to think for two seconds, "Have you ever heard of the saying that love grows over time?"
Chi Ke said seriously: "I haven't heard much about it. I hear more about love at first sight."
"That's right -" Ji Qian almost exposed his past. He bit his tongue and swallowed the word "you". "...Aren't I giving you a chance to try hard?"
Chi Ke played with his hair: "Well, continue."
Ji Qian: "I have a regular schedule, eat healthy, don't drink or smoke, and don't have the hobby of going to bars, KTVs and other entertainment venues. My obsessive-compulsive disorder does not affect my life, and I won't force others to cater to my habits. Although I can't clean, I have money to hire a cleaner. I can't cook yet, but I can learn..."
Chi Ke was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He sighed lovingly and grabbed the soft hair on the back of his head and rubbed it again and again.
Sometimes someone is so stupid that it makes people feel distressed. He is born with a lack of common sense and actually talks about all the advantages and disadvantages at once.
Who doesn’t hide their shortcomings at the beginning?
Chi Ke didn't even have the heart to tease him.
Ji Qian was completely unaware of his good luck of "turning a disaster into a blessing and escaping death", and was still racking his brains to think of what to say.
After making sure that the self-introduction was as detailed as possible, he took a breath and said with a bluff, "From an objective point of view, I personally think that you can move in with me first. What do you think of this opportunity?"
After a pause, he added calmly, "Don't miss this opportunity."
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