Chapter 30
"Hey, Yan Yuheng, I found Xiao Sen. He's at my house now. I live in Longshu. Come over when you're done." Zhang Qianyi's voice was faint. Yan Yuheng's chest rose and fell, and he exhaled a breath of foul air. "I'm on my way. Your house isn't far from mine. What a coincidence."
Zhang Qianyi smiled and said, "My branch is nearby, in the building next to your Hang Lung. How could you not know about it?"
Yan Yuheng thought about it and it seemed to be true. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Hu Yichen's voice on the other end of the phone, aggrieved and loud, "What do you mean by 'your home! Your home!' It's obviously our home! What do you mean by 'your branch'! It's obviously ours! You've got several things wrong..."
The call was cut off. Yan Yuheng guessed Zhang Qianyi must have gone to appease that troublemaker again and angrily slammed the steering wheel. He was so disappointed. What on earth did he see in him? Isn't it just that he's good-looking? He seems to be quite good-looking, but his personality and temper are both bad. His brother is really bewitched by him.
Yan Yuheng remembered something else and called Zhang Qianyi again, but someone else answered the phone. Hu Yichen asked lazily, "Why are you calling?"
Yan Yuheng took two deep breaths and silently said to himself, "Don't bother with fools, don't bother with fools."
"Which building do you live in? Could you please ask your Zhang Qianyi to find a reliable psychologist for our Mo Yousen?"
Hu Yichen was obviously very pleased with what he said. "No problem! I'll have our Zhang Qianyi arrange something for your Mo Yousen right away!"
"Beep——", Yan Yuheng's phone displayed a page indicating that the call had ended.
Yan Yuheng blurted out with a puzzled look on his face, "Damn! You only listened to half of what I said? You haven't even said anything yet! Hey!"
As soon as Yan Yuheng finished complaining, a text message came in.
Zhang Qianyi: [Building 1, just say your last name is Yan and the security guard will let you in]
Yan Yuheng was speechless.
A Range Rover parked in the yard of Zhang Qianyi's house. Yan Yuheng got out of the car and went straight to the gate without even looking back. He raised his hand to knock on the door but found that it was not closed at all. Yan Yuheng went upstairs to find Zhang Qianyi.
"Zhang Qianyi! Where's he?"
Zhang Qianyi leaned half of his body out of one of the rooms and said, "Here, keep your voice down."
Yan Yuheng shrank his neck and said, "I understand."
Mo Yousen lay huddled in the big bed, shaking his head as if he had had some nightmare, his arms tightly hugging his knees.
"When I found him in the cemetery, he had already fainted and was burning hot. I think he had a fever. The doctor is on the way."
Yan Yuheng hurried forward and touched Mo Yousen's forehead. "How can you not have a fever? It's windy and rainy today. No, why are Xiaosen's clothes wet?"
Yan Yuheng raised his eyebrows and glanced at Zhang Qianyi.
Zhang Qianyi stood straight with his arms folded, speechless. "I tried to change him, but Xiaobai started to make a fuss again. I finally managed to coax Xiaobai into changing him, but he held himself so tightly that we couldn't even take off a coat. There was nothing I could do. I could only turn on the heat and use a hair dryer to dry his clothes a little. I haven't even hired a nanny for this house yet, so you can't blame me for this, right?"
Hu Yichen reminded from behind, "Our family."
Yan Yuheng was completely speechless. He really deserved to be called Xiaobai. He was really a Xiaobai - an idiot.
"You all go out, I'll change him. Call me when the doctor comes." Yan Yuheng pushed the two of them out the door. They were treated as if they were two bags of garbage. Zhang Qianyi and Hu Yichen stood at the door, looking at each other and scratching their heads. Even their movements were surprisingly consistent.
Yan Yuheng took off his suit jacket and threw it beside the bed, then climbed onto the bed and held him in his arms. Mo Yousen's temperature was high and he was still shivering. Yan Yuheng hugged him from behind, passed his arms around his waist, and slowly pulled his arms and knees apart.
Yan Yuheng lay behind Mo Yousen and unbuttoned his clothes one by one, pushing aside his shirt with one hand to reveal his smooth back. Yan Yuheng's throat rolled over, unbuckled Mo Yousen's belt, fixed his trouser legs with his feet, and gently pulled, and the pants were detached from him.
Yan Yuheng carried Mo Yousen to the bathroom, wiped his body, found a new bathrobe for him to change into, and then carried him out the door.
Zhang Qianyi and Hu Yichen were still leaning on the mahogany railings in the second-floor corridor and flirting with each other. Yan Yuheng coughed to attract their attention.
"Do you have any other clean, empty rooms in your house?"
Zhang Qianyi nodded and glanced at Mo Yousen in Yan Yuheng's arms. "I sent someone to clean here before I came back last week. There are plenty of rooms."
Zhang Qianyi changed their room to a room next to the master bedroom on the third floor. "I'll live next door. If you need anything, just knock on the door."
Zhang Qianyi dragged Hu Yichen back to the room, but before he had taken two steps, Hu Yichen pulled Zhang Qianyi back again. Standing in front of Yan Yuheng, he said solemnly, "It's us. We live next door."
Yan Yuheng rolled his eyes at the incredibly beautiful man in front of him. His beauty was truly exchanged for intelligence. This was the only way Yan Yuheng could comfort himself, and he sighed deeply to his brother.
Zhang Qianyi covered Hu Yichen's mouth and threw him into the room. "I'm sorry, buddy. The doctor is almost downstairs. I'll take this guy away to teach him a lesson."
Yan Yuheng nodded casually and went back to the room to put Mo Yousen on the bed. He looked quietly at Mo Yousen's face buried in the pillow, and for the first time, he felt so peaceful in his heart.
From the sense of loss when they first separated to the anxiety when searching for his whereabouts, her hopes were shattered time and time again, which also shattered his hard shell.
The night of the reappearance of dawn also illuminated the missing part of his soul, and that part of his soul finally returned with the appearance of Mo Yousen...
The doctor hurried over, took Mo Yousen's temperature, and gave him two bottles of saline solution. Yan Yuheng stayed by Mo Yousen's side all the time. When the doctor gave him an injection, Mo Yousen frowned, and Yan Yuheng reminded him to be gentle.
Zhang Qianyi and Hu Yichen came in once, wearing a pair of silver-gray satin pajamas. Zhang Qianyi asked Yan Yuheng what had happened to Mo Yousen over the years. Yan Yuheng repeated to Zhang Qianyi what Ji Fei had said to him.
Zhang Qianyi was so angry that he was shaking all over. His eyes were bloodshot and tears welled up in his eyes. "I should have strangled that cripple to death back then."
Rather than hatred, Yan Yuheng felt more sorry for Mo Yousen who had to endure all this alone without telling anyone. Hu Yichen supported Zhang Qianyi's trembling body, with his arms tightly wrapped around Zhang Qianyi's upper torso.
Zhang Qianyi's voice trembled as he spoke hoarsely, "Xiao Sen must have suffered so much injustice that such a kind person would choose to hit him with his car."
Hu Yichen wiped Zhang Qianyi's tears with the back of his hand, lowered his eyes, and even the blood-red teardrop mole under his eye seemed to have lost its luster.
Yan Yuheng shook his head and laughed self-deprecatingly, "It's my fault. I was so useless back then. If I had been a little tougher, I should have brought him on the plane."
Seeing that the saline solution was almost finished, Yan Yuheng shouted downstairs. The doctor got up from the sofa, went back to the third floor, removed the needle for Mo Yousen, and went home.
Zhang Qianyi said, "We've found a psychologist. He'll be here tomorrow. You should go to sleep first. You must not have had enough rest since you just returned home."
Yan Yuheng nodded, took a shower, and then lay down on the bed, hugging Mo Yousen and falling asleep. Zhang Qianyi quietly closed the door for Yan Yuheng and took Hu Yichen back to his room.
Zhang Qianyi tossed and turned in bed all night, feeling restless. Hu Yichen stretched out one of his long legs and pressed it across Zhang Qianyi's legs. "Are you still not going to sleep?"
Zhang Qianyi snorted, "I can't sleep. When I think about what Xiaosen and his mother have been through, I can't sleep. Why is it that the kinder people are, the less good they get?"
Hu Yichen pressed his slender fingers on Zhang Qianyi's eyes, and Zhang Qianyi's eyes instantly fell into darkness. The light from the night lamp on the bedside was blocked by this hand and not a single light could penetrate.
"Okay, honey, if you're unhappy, then I won't be happy either. Now he's back, right? We just need to be twice as nice to him."
"Oh..." Zhang Qianyi nodded resignedly.
The moment Zhang Qianyi closed his eyes, memories came flooding back like a tide. Whenever he recalled Tang Miao, the first thing he thought of was her smile.
Tang Miao's smile is always so gentle, like the evening breeze of a summer night that gently touches the cheek and brings a hint of coolness, more like the sunshine of spring, warm but not burning people, only warming people's hearts.
Aunt Sanshui, your light shines on everyone and warms them, but how come you forget to look at yourself in the mirror and see how dazzling you are?
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