After Seducing and Abandoning the Untouchable Beauty - Chapter 16

Chapter 16: Video Call

Bai Yinqing wasn’t so far gone that he couldn’t hold a spoon or chopsticks.

Furthermore, Yu Weinian was truly not the type naturally suited to caregiving. Although he was indeed feeding him chicken soup bite by bite, his control of strength was poor; the spoon clinked against Bai Yinqing’s teeth several times.

It didn’t feel like taking care of a patient; it felt more like torture.

Several times, Bai Yinqing tried to take the bowl and chopsticks, but he was rejected every time. He could only switch to observing Yu Weinian.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Yu Weinian focused single-mindedly on taking care of him. His habitually smiling eyes were lowered, stripping away his usual lazy and flirtatious air. Like a lion temporarily retracting its claws, he showed a rare, gentle side.

Yu Weinian lifted those affectionate eyes, the corners of his mouth carrying a faint smile: “Tastes good, right?”

“…” Bai Yinqing: “Mm.”

Yu Weinian packed up the bowl: “I’ll take these back. This was just to line your stomach; you’ll definitely be hungry again later.”

“Is there anything you want to eat? I’ll make it for you.”

“You don’t need to do all that.”

Just then, Yu Weinian’s phone screen lit up with a call. He picked up the phone: “Since you won’t say what you want, I’ll just decide for you. Sleep a bit longer. I’ll take this call, and then go figure out what to make for your midnight snack.”

Yu Weinian gave Bai Yinqing no chance to choose.

Near the private hospital, there was a high-end, reservation-only restaurant called Noel, which happened to be an industry under Hang Yue’s name.

By the time Yu Weinian arrived at Noel, the makeup artist—the one he called the “caddie”—had also arrived. The caddie was as good as he’d claimed; that day, Yu Weinian had worn a “hangover makeup” look he created, and Bai Yinqing hadn’t suspected a thing.

Yu Weinian: “Did you bring all your tools? This time, give me a burn mark… actually, let’s go with a ‘scalded red’ effect.”

“Make it natural, don’t overdo it.”

Too much would look fake.

The caddie’s side hustle was being a beauty blogger; he frequently reviewed cosmetics and had excellent skills. He sat opposite Yu Weinian and was about to carefully lift Yu Weinian’s hand when he saw a large red patch on it already: “Young Master Yu, your hand…”

Hang Yue pushed the door open and entered: “What happened to your hand? Did you actually go into a kitchen?”

“Nah, I bumped it on purpose. Looks realistic, right?” Yu Weinian raised his hand with a smile, letting Hang Yue admire his masterpiece.

How could Yu Weinian actually cook? That was just a white lie fabricated to gain Bai Yinqing’s favor. His skin was pale and marked easily; creating a trace was simple. He originally wanted to just rub it a few times, but feared it wouldn’t be realistic enough, so he deliberately struck it with a heavy object to create a scalded look.

Hang Yue grabbed his hand to look, laughing: “You’re really devoted to Bai Yinqing, going to these lengths.”

Yu Weinian pulled his hand back. The caddie took out the cosmetics and disposable brushes; his hands were visibly shaking as he held Yu Weinian’s.

“Don’t be afraid,” Yu Weinian said. “Just perform as usual. It’s fine even if it’s not perfect, don’t feel pressured.”

The caddie couldn’t help but look up at Yu Weinian. He nodded and whispered, “Young Master Yu, you are truly beautiful.”

Hearing this, Yu Weinian leaned his face even closer. With his handsome features magnified, even the fine downy hair on his skin was visible. The caddie’s heart accelerated; he watched Yu Weinian blink at him slowly—a very ordinary action that possessed a unique charm when done by Yu Weinian.

The caddie stared blankly at Yu Weinian’s face, unable to even hold the makeup brush steady. He had participated in many offline events and seen many influencers and models, but none could compare to even a ten-thousandth of the person before him. Without the aid of lighting or professional styling, Yu Weinian just sat there, head slightly tilted with a smile, making it impossible to look away.

Hang Yue was used to Yu Weinian’s constant “electrifying” behavior. He asked: “Jiang Chenjing is finishing his shoot soon and returning to A-City. How should we welcome him back?”

Yu Weinian: “You guys decide.”

“Jiang Chenjing has been constantly talking about you.” Hang Yue said with a half-smile, “Forgotten your brothers for love? Abandoning friends for a pretty face?”

“Thanks for the compliment.” Yu Weinian added, “Remember to keep an eye on things for me. Tell the chef to put less salt in the pigeon soup, keep the flavor light. It’s okay if there are a few mistakes.”

Appropriate mistakes would demonstrate that he was a kitchen novice while also catering to Bai Yinqing’s need for light food due to illness.

“I didn’t realize you were so sincere about this.”

“Of course.”

Hang Yue: “I thought you would actually cook for him yourself.”

Yu Weinian: “Why should I do it myself when I can solve it with money?”

Wasn’t it the thought that counted? Why was it necessary to do it by hand? Is there a difference between paying and doing it personally? The result is the same.

The screen lit up. Yu Weinian used his free hand to unlock the phone. It was a message from Song Lin, the runner helping him deliver breakfast to Bai Yinqing.

Song Lin: “Senior, there was a small accident. I tucked the greeting card in a book, but I took the wrong book from someone else after class… Next time I send breakfast, should I still include a card?”

Song Lin: “So sorry, so sorry!”

Yu Weinian: “Small matter. I’ll have someone send you new ones later.”

He had plenty of greeting cards; he could just write them on the spot. Plus, now that he had made progress with Bai Yinqing, the content of the cards could be updated. As for tonight, Bai Yinqing likely wouldn’t return to the dorm, so to avoid exposure, he sent another message.

Yu Weinian: “Don’t send breakfast tomorrow.”

Song Lin sent an “OK” emoji.

The caddie’s makeup skills were superb; soon, a perfect “scald” was presented on Yu Weinian’s hand.

Yu Weinian: “How long will it last?”

Caddie: “The makeup is waterproof, and I added several layers of setting powder and spray. Theoretically, it’s very solid; it won’t come off as long as you don’t rub it hard… but makeup isn’t glue, after all.”

Yu Weinian understood. Bai Yinqing wouldn’t rub his hand hard, which meant he wouldn’t be exposed. He transferred 5,000 yuan to the caddie: “Thanks for your hard work. You haven’t eaten, right? I’ll have the waiter bring the menu; order whatever you want, put it on my tab.”

“I’m going to take a shower.”

Hang Yue: “A shower? Are you staying at the hospital tonight?”

Yu Weinian: “Yeah. I’ll shower first, then package myself up and deliver myself to Bai Yinqing’s bed. As for whether he’s willing, we’ll see then.”

Hang Yue hadn’t expected them to progress so fast. He asked: “Did you bring your ‘little cloth’? If not, I’ll go to your place and get it.”

Yu Weinian turned his head and blinked at Hang Yue: “Thank you, Brother Hang Yue.”

The “little cloth” Hang Yue mentioned was a small four-square handkerchief Yu Weinian had used since childhood. It was more like a security blanket; he had to hold it in his hand every night to sleep peacefully.

The restaurant kept guest rooms for VIPs, and as Hang Yue’s close friend, Yu Weinian naturally had a room reserved long-term.

The sound of water splashed in the shower. While waiting for the bathtub to fill, Yu Weinian sent a few messages to Bai Yinqing.

Yu Weinian: Are you awake? Yu Weinian: I stewed some pigeon soup. It’s packed up; I’ll bring it over soon. Bai Yinqing: I’m not hungry. Yu Weinian: I am. I’ll let you eat my leftovers. Bai Yinqing: … Yu Weinian: Ignoring me again? I’m coming to find you soon. Bai Yinqing: Don’t come. Yu Weinian: You’re sick, I want to be with you. Bai Yinqing: No need. Yu Weinian: But I need it.

Bai Yinqing didn’t understand how someone could be as persistent as Yu Weinian. He was pondering how to refuse when, in the next second, a video call request popped up.

Yu Weinian was calling. Bai Yinqing hesitated for a moment and then answered.

The image was hazy, with a face covered in steam faintly visible. Yu Weinian seemed a bit confused, letting out a soft “Hm?”, then leaned in closer to wipe the screen with his hand.

The lines of his shoulders and collarbones were smooth and beautiful. His skin was very white, but currently flushed with a faint pink. His hair was slightly damp, revealing a smooth forehead and a pair of affectionate, watery eyes.

Bai Yinqing’s breath hitched.

Yu Weinian: “Sorry, I tapped the wrong thing. My hands are very wet and typing isn’t convenient. I meant to hit the voice call…”

“…” Bai Yinqing: “Are you showering?”

“Mm.”

“Why take your phone into the shower?”

“Because I’ve been waiting for your message. I was afraid of missing it.” Yu Weinian gazed into the camera. “I want to reply to you the first chance I get. I don’t want you to wait, and I don’t want you to be unable to find me.”

Yu Weinian’s eyes were filled with smiles as he spoke, appearing intensely serious and focused because of those overly affectionate eyes. The warm yellow light of the bathroom shone down; his body was covered in droplets of water, and strands of hair clung to his snowy neck. A thin layer of muscle covered his graceful physique—the proportions were superior, and his waist was slender yet resilient. Everything was just right.

Due to the angle of the phone, Bai Yinqing’s sense of immersion was incredibly strong, as if he were currently standing right in front of Yu Weinian, squeezed into the same bathroom.

“What are you looking at?” Yu Weinian asked.

Bai Yinqing’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he averted his gaze. His voice was slightly raspy: “Nothing.”

Yu Weinian drawled: “Is that so? I thought you were peeking at me.”

Bai Yinqing: “Why would I look at you?”

Yu Weinian was noncommittal. He propped the phone up on the storage rack and stood further back, unceremoniously displaying his body with poise.

“Am I not good-looking?”

Bai Yinqing couldn’t bring himself to lie. From a distance, the camera allowed Bai Yinqing to see his upper body clearly. There was very little pigment; the white parts were very white, the pink parts very pink. His build was long and perfect, possessing both power and softness—the traces of exercise were visible, yet not exaggerated; just perfectly lean muscle without a hint of excess fat.

“…”

“Why aren’t you talking?” A handsome face magnified as Yu Weinian approached the camera, a smile rippling at the corners of his lips. “I wanted to show you something else, too.”

Wet droplets of water slid down his skin and slipped beneath the bath towel. He raised his eyes slightly, and with an implied hint, his finger gently hooked the towel at his hip.

“Do you want to see?”

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