After Being Adopted by the Obsessive Male Lead - Chapter 4

He had changed into a set of indigo blue robes. His long hair was now gathered neatly and secured with a wooden hairpin, looking clean and orderly. One would never guess that he had been at a place of violent struggle the previous night.

Jun Wang pushed the wheelchair to the bedside. “The thing you wanted is finished.”

That was surprisingly fast.

Chang Le ran his hand over the frame of the chair. Although it wasn’t perfectly smooth, it was shaped well enough to be functional. “Thank you.”

“I only did it because Qiu He asked.”

“I will certainly find a way to properly thank Miss Qiu for her kindness.” Chang Le paused for a moment before continuing, “Could you help me get into it?”

Jun Wang sized him up but didn’t move. Chang Le had no choice but to try propping himself up with his arms. The moment he exerted any strength, a dull pain surged through him. He bit his lip, and before he knew it, his vision blurred as he was scooped up from the covers by a pair of strong arms.

In that instant, the scent of fresh grass wafted into his nose.

“No, just a hand would have…” Chang Le let out a gasp of surprise, but before he could finish his sentence, he touched the cool wooden boards of the seat.

Once he was settled in the wheelchair, Chang Le was still a bit dazed. “Thank… thank you.”

“A nuisance,” Jun Wang remarked, then strode out the door.

Chang Le pushed the wheels and followed him out of the house.

Outside, the distant mountains were a lush emerald green. The sun looked like a bright pearl perched on the mountain peaks, illuminating the entire range and the small town nestled beside it.

Chang Le looked around but couldn’t find Qiu He.

Her residence was quite secluded, with no neighbors on either side. Instead, it was surrounded by vast groves of bamboo, their vibrant green stalks forming a living wall that screened the house from the outside world.

“Qiu He, Qiu He, are you home?” A woman dressed in the style of a matron walked out from the bamboo forest. She froze for a moment upon seeing a young gentleman sitting by the door. This young man wore very strange clothes, but his features were incredibly gentle. His frame was thin, and the fact that he was in a wheelchair gave him a fragile air that naturally evoked sympathy. The woman approached and asked, “Has the young master also come to see Qiu He for treatment?”

“Miss Qiu is not at home,” Chang Le replied warmly.

“Ah, then she must have gone to the Pagoda Tree Altar for her volunteer clinic. You look very unfamiliar, young master.”

“I am not from around here. I fell off a cliff the day before yesterday and was rescued by Miss Qiu. Could you please tell me where this Pagoda Tree Altar is? Perhaps you could point me in the right direction.”

“If you’re looking for Qiu He, I’ll take you there. I was planning to find her anyway.” The woman offered to help push the wheelchair.

Chang Le pushed himself forward a few steps and thanked her with a smile, “That is very kind of you, thank you.”

The woman watched in amazement as Chang Le skillfully maneuvered the wheelchair himself. She thought to herself that Miss Qiu was a wonderful, kind soul, and the people she rescued were equally remarkable. The looks of these two men alone were rare in this world, not to mention that one was a master of martial arts while the other possessed such a clever contraption.

The main road of Taoyin Town was paved with bluestone slabs, and the surface was uneven with gaps between the stones. The town was larger than he had imagined, with houses arranged in concentric circles. Pedestrians came and went, their eyes frequently darting toward Chang Le. His appearance and clothing were simply too eye catching.

Chang Le feigned composure as he pushed himself along for quite some time until he saw an open space in the center of town. A massive pagoda tree stood there, its branches adorned with countless fluttering red silk ribbons.

The tree was centuries old, its grand canopy casting a shadow over half the surrounding area. A crowd had gathered at the center of the altar, forming an orderly line. Chang Le looked toward the front of the queue and, sure enough, saw Qiu He in her pale yellow dress. She was sitting behind a long desk beneath the tree, taking pulses and diagnosing patients.

Jun Wang was by her side, holding a brush and writing something. Dressed in his indigo robes, he sat with a poised, upright posture. Even in the middle of a busy market, he possessed the dignified air of royalty.

“Miss Qiu sees the patients while Master Jun assists by writing the prescriptions. They look just like a pair of immortal lovers. I truly hope they get married and stay here,” the woman couldn’t help but blurt out.

A man passing by to join the queue overheard her and added, “Indeed. We should mention it more often and play matchmaker, let’s try to keep them in our town.”

Chang Le gripped the handles of his chair, his brow furrowing as he snapped, “How do they look alike? Matchmaking for what!”

The woman was a bit baffled by his sudden anger. She wondered if this young master also liked Qiu He. That wouldn’t do. Even though he was handsome, he was ultimately someone who couldn’t walk. How could he take care of Qiu He?

She decided she had to talk to Master Jun and give him a little sense of competition!

Over at the desk, Jun Wang lifted his brush and blew on the wet ink. As he handed the prescription to a patient, a flash of white appeared in his peripheral vision. Feeling something, he looked up and met Chang Le’s gaze.

The youth in white sitting in the wheelchair looked distinctly unhappy.

Who upset him?

Chang Le navigated through the crowd and went straight between Jun Wang and Qiu He, physically separating them. “Miss Qiu is so kind to hold a volunteer clinic here, but such work is exhausting. Brother Jun, your handwriting looks a bit strained, you must be tired from writing. Why don’t you let me take over?”

Looking at the young man’s expression, Jun Wang quickly realized that the source of his anger was likely related to himself.

“I have received Miss Qiu’s help, so I must do what I can to repay her. Will Brother Jun allow me this favor?” Chang Le spoke with utmost sincerity.

Jun Wang stared at Chang Le for a moment. Although the boy put on a pitiful act, his hand was already gripping the brush and wouldn’t let go.

Jun Wang’s gaze lingered on the tips of Chang Le’s fingers as they clutched the brush. The knuckles were as smooth as white jade without a single callus. How could such a pampered person fall from a mountain in the middle of the night? Upon waking, he hadn’t asked for his family, and no one had come looking for him. Unlike himself, this boy didn’t seem to have amnesia.

Taking advantage of the fact that Jun Wang hadn’t explicitly refused, Chang Le pulled the paper toward him, clearly intending to squeeze the other man out of the way.

Jun Wang stood up before he could, his tall stature forcing Chang Le to look up at him.

He curled his lips into a smile that carried a hint of youthful arrogance. “I am indeed tired. Since my ‘Little Brother Chang’ has put it that way, you can take my place.”

Little Brother Chang…

Chang Le felt a wave of goosebumps. Why was this Great Demon taking such a childish advantage of him?

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