After the Young Master’s Death, He was Kissed by His Mortal Enemy! - Chapter 63

After dropping that line, Cheng Yi ignored the increasingly heartbroken and persistent Wei Hailan on the other end of the call and decisively hung up.

His action was swift and clean—so clean that Shen Ran’s mouth twitched involuntarily.

Shen Ran truly felt a bit sorry for Wei Hailan, who’d just been coldly rejected.

Shen Ran was a kind person, someone who knew how to be grateful.

He remembered every bit of help Wei Hailan had given him—rushing the DNA test, traveling all the way from K City to F City just to help undo his hypnosis.

Because of all that, seeing Wei Hailan howling into the phone only to be hung up on… Shen Ran really did feel a little bad for him.

Even though his ears were still flushed from earlier, he softened and spoke up:

“Actually, Hailan-ge’s request isn’t that much. It’s just asking you to take Auntie to the hospital for a checkup—it wouldn’t take long. And I could go with you too. As long as we finish before the company gala, it should be fine.”

But Cheng Yi remained unmoved. After gently closing the passenger door for Shen Ran, he got into the driver’s seat and started the car.

“If we really went, it wouldn’t be helping—it’d just make things worse.”

“Making it worse?” Shen Ran was confused. “Why? If we go to the hospital in his place, wouldn’t that free him up to elope with his beloved?”

“You’ll understand soon enough.”

Cheng Yi’s lips curled into a high, mischievous smile. His eyes glinted, clearly hiding something… or perhaps already anticipating something.

If Wei Hailan found out his mother had called him back not for a medical checkup, but to set him up on a blind date…

And if he found out that his blind date was none other than Fu Yun…

Well—this was about to get very interesting.

Cheng Yi had always been the type who loved to watch drama unfold. With a show this good brewing, of course he wouldn’t get involved. And he certainly wasn’t going to miss it.

“—Besides, Boss Shen, you and I are very busy. Today’s busy, and tomorrow too.”

“Busy? Busy with what? Xiao Ai-ge isn’t arriving until tonight. Where are we even going now?”

As Shen Ran asked, the car had already exited the underground parking lot.

The afternoon sun was warm and golden, pouring across both of them, casting a soft glow on Cheng Yi’s face and lighting up the sparkle in his eyes.

“We’re going home,” Cheng Yi said.

“Home? What for? I thought we’d go walk around for a bit—”

“Let’s walk around on the bed. Those ‘life barriers’ we bought last night? We didn’t get the chance to use them. I think it’s time we make sure they’re used properly.”

Cheng Yi drove fast but steady, the car flying down the sunlit road.

Shen Ran quietly grabbed the passenger-side handle, feeling like this afternoon was about to take a dark turn.

“…Cheng Yi. President Cheng. Let me say one thing. Just one.”

“Please, Boss Shen.”

“Moderation in exercise. Don’t overdo it,” Shen Ran said, tears almost in his voice. “At least let me still be standing when we welcome Xiao Ai-ge tonight. I’m afraid my legs won’t make it.”

“Don’t worry. I know my limits. I learned how to write the word restraint when I was three.”

Now, hearing Cheng Yi claim to know “limits,” Shen Ran could only inwardly scoff.

As for “restraint”?

Ha.

Anyone who believed that was an idiot.

—

Meanwhile…

In the courtyard of the Fu family estate—

Wei Hailan finally lowered his phone after a long moment, listening to the dead tone on the other end.

Seriously? Cheng just hung up on him that cleanly?!

Not only did he refuse to save him from this mess, he even took the opportunity to flex his relationship?

Cheng Yi, you heartless jerk!

Wei Hailan looked tragically betrayed, ready to throw his head back and scream at the sky about Cheng Yi’s utter lack of loyalty.

But before he could tilt his head to that dramatic 45-degree angle, he remembered—this was Fu territory, not his own.

He was standing right outside the Fu residence, his nose practically pressed in the direction of Fu Yun’s room, where he was being kept under “house arrest.”

Sure enough, Fu Yun stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, hand resting lightly on the pristine glass, eyes downcast as he looked at him.

When Fu Yun noticed him looking up, he curved his eyes slightly and offered a subtle, cool smile.

Wei Hailan had been sulking.

But with just that look from Fu Yun, his tough act completely collapsed. His face lit up like sunshine.

He waved enthusiastically and mouthed through the glass: “I’ll be right up! Wait—for—me—!”

On the way back inside, the bright smile slowly faded from Wei Hailan’s face, replaced by something more complicated.

—

Recently, Wei Hailan had been visiting the Fu residence every other day under the pretense of hypnosis work—just to see Fu Yun more often.

Fu Jiao, Fu Yun’s mother, was a classic control freak. Over the past week, she had confined Fu Yun to that tiny room, not letting him step foot outside.

Today, as usual, Wei Hailan came to see him.

It had only been a few days since their last meeting, and Fu Jiao hadn’t even withheld food or water.

Yet, when Wei Hailan laid eyes on Fu Yun again, his brows knit instinctively.

“Fu Yun… have you lost weight?”

After taking off his black coat, Wei Hailan realized how thin Fu Yun really was. His frame, already slender, seemed even more fragile now.

In just a few days, it felt like Fu Yun had shrunk before his eyes—he looked like he might waste away altogether.

Fu Yun had always had fair skin, but after a few restless nights, the dark circles under his eyes were now starkly visible.

He looked so worn down it made one’s heart ache.

“Really?” Fu Yun glanced down at himself. “…It’s not that bad. Maybe I’ve just lost my appetite from being stuck inside all the time.”

“No appetite?” Wei Hailan’s tone turned tender with concern. “You still need to eat, even if you don’t feel like it. Did you… eat anything today?”

Fu Yun didn’t answer. He simply pointed toward the table by the window.

Both breakfast and lunch were still sitting there, untouched.

But the coffee—he had finished that. Two empty cups sat neatly in their place.

Coffee only, no food. No wonder Fu Yun looked the way he did…!

Wei Hailan’s throat tightened. He couldn’t help but glance around the room.

No one had cleaned. The place was visibly messy—papers scattered everywhere, and the bed was in complete disarray.

Even though sunlight poured in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, the room still felt stifling.

The little cat, on the other hand, had clearly grown. Full of energy and without a care in the world, it bounced around the room after being well-fed—making an already messy space even messier.

Wei Hailan’s brow twitched uncontrollably. “Fu Yun, your room is… well… just a bit chaotic, huh?”

Despite usually being carefree, Wei Hailan was actually someone who liked things neat and tidy.

He might even have a touch of OCD or some mild form of cleanliness compulsion.

Back at the research institute, where precision and hygiene were non-negotiable, Wei Hailan was always meticulous—never a strand out of place.

If this had been the lab, he probably would’ve already started ordering someone to clean up. Honestly, the state of this room was hard to look at.

But now, standing in front of a clearly thinner Fu Yun, even if someone held a gun to his head, Wei Hailan couldn’t bring himself to say a single harsh word.

Fu Yun, realizing the mess had been pointed out, looked slightly embarrassed. “I’m usually like this. I forgot you were coming. I should’ve tidied up a bit to welcome my guest.”

Just that one sentence made Wei Hailan freeze.

His mouth opened slightly—but couldn’t close.

Forgot you were coming… welcome my guest…

So that meant… in Fu Yun’s heart, he already considered Wei Hailan someone important, didn’t he?

“Here, Hailan,” Fu Yun said gently. “Sit on my bed for a while. I’ll clean up the room.”

That snapped Wei Hailan out of his daze. He straightened up like a soldier and righteously refused:

“No! I refuse to sit on your bed!”

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