Forced Love? Lie Down Directly Or Follow The Process? - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Captured By The “Poor Boy” Ex-boyfriend He Once Despised (7)

Ji Xiangmian’s guess was correct. Gu Yang was currently watching the surveillance in Ji Xiangmian’s room.

His original intention was simply to see if the cameras in Ji Xiangmian’s room were working properly. He never expected to see this scene.

After he left, Ji Xiangmian sat on the bed in a daze for a while, then lay on his side and pulled the quilt over his face. But before long, he emerged from the covers again with a flushed face.

He curled into a ball on the bed, raising his hand to touch his own lips as if uncertain. Then, he let out a somewhat shy smile. One of the youth’s cheeks was bashfully buried in the pillow, while the other small half of his face was a vibrant pink, looking as delicate as a blooming flower. The corners of his lips curled up, and he stuck out a section of his pink tongue to lick his lip, only to hiss in pain as he aggravated the wound on the tip of his tongue.

Yet, the smile on his face never faded.

Gu Yang’s fingers twitched.

Was he really that happy? Because of that kiss?

Gu Yang couldn’t help but let out a mocking laugh. He hadn’t expected Ji Xiangmian to show such an expression over something he once had at his fingertips—something he had even despised.

It was truly… unexpected.

Ji Xiangmian displayed his peerless beauty to the cameras for a while and then lay down peacefully to sleep. If not for the seven or eight cameras in the room, this life of having food and clothes brought to him was exactly the same as his dreams.

Because he had woken up not long ago that morning, Ji Xiangmian only slept for less than an hour before waking up again. Opening his eyes in a daze, he saw Gu Yang sitting by the bed, looking down at him.

Ji Xiangmian almost jumped in fright, quickly checking to see if he had drooled. Fortunately, he still looked like a beauty upon waking, enough to fascinate Gu Yang to death.

He looked at Gu Yang somewhat blankly: “Is something the matter, Mr. Gu?”

He unconsciously moved closer to Gu Yang, his cheek naturally rubbing against the man’s leg. This intimate and familiar action caused both of them to freeze. Gu Yang’s gaze instantly became deep and bottomless, while Ji Xiangmian was somewhat bewildered. He couldn’t remember anything, yet he felt inexplicably as though he had done this before.

Realizing belatedly that this was somewhat offensive—this was hardly the way a debtor should act toward their creditor—he gave a light cough and secretly moved away a bit, laboriously sitting up against the headboard. Just this simple movement left Ji Xiangmian a bit winded.

Gu Yang’s gaze fell on his legs. He had been sitting by Ji Xiangmian’s bed for half an hour, thinking about a lot, yet seemingly thinking about nothing at all.

Retracting his gaze, Gu Yang stood up: “I’ve arranged for a doctor to help with your rehabilitation. You’d better stand up as quickly as possible.” Instead of being so weak that any little thing made it look like Gu Yang was bullying him.

Gu Yang narrowed his eyes. The three years of Ji Xiangmian’s coma had ground his already scarce patience into nothing. He hoped Ji Xiangmian’s repayment wouldn’t make him wait too long.

Hearing that rehabilitation was about to start, Ji Xiangmian’s eyes lit up. He clenched his fists, his clear gaze filled with expectation: “I will work very hard.”

Gu Yang paused, letting out a very soft grunt of affirmation. With the serious business concluded, the two of them fell into silence for a moment.

Ji Xiangmian pursed his lips and asked tentatively: “Have you been here for a long time? Did you come specifically to tell me?”

Gu Yang instinctively retorted: “No, I just got here.”

Ji Xiangmian’s lips curved upward, his eyes looking as if they were filled with crushed starlight. “Thank you then.” Whether it was for hiring the rehab doctor or coming specifically to tell him.

Gu Yang stood up abruptly, dropped a “No need,” and left Ji Xiangmian’s room. However, his retreating back looked somewhat like he was fleeing in panic.

The smile on Ji Xiangmian’s lips deepened, and he let out a long sigh in his heart. “Ah, this creditor is truly too incompetent.”

666: “?”

“I’m already this weak, pitiful, and helpless, so why hasn’t he made me use my body to pay off the debt and have hate-sex with me yet?”

“Is it just because my legs can’t move for now? It shouldn’t be. Even if the legs can’t move, there are plenty of other positions.”

666: “…Between the two of us, you’re definitely the pervert.”

Ji Xiangmian reached out and looked at his hand. The skin was snowy white, and the texture was soft and smooth. It was another day of falling in love with himself!

666: Psycho.

Gu Yang was a man of his word. After lunch, the doctor arranged to handle Ji Xiangmian’s rehabilitation plan arrived at the villa. After examining Ji Xiangmian’s condition, the doctor estimated he would be able to walk normally in about a month. Ji Xiangmian happily thanked the doctor, full of anticipation for being able to stand up soon.

Gu Yang didn’t come over in the afternoon, yet he was fully aware of the conversation between the doctor and Ji Xiangmian. He carefully noted the precautions, while only Ji Xiangmian’s joyful, questioning voice remained in the quiet study. The progress of the work Gu Yang had intended to handle was slow. He was constantly and involuntarily drawn to the voice from the surveillance.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and reached out to turn off the surveillance feed. The annoying voice vanished, and silence returned to the study. Gu Yang looked down at the document in front of him, yet he couldn’t calm his mind no matter what. After turning a page a long while later, he realized he hadn’t processed a single word.

He let out a deep sigh, forcing himself to finish the document. Looking at the information and signature on the file, a dark glint flashed in Gu Yang’s eyes. It had been three years, and Zhou Sheng still hadn’t given up on looking for Ji Xiangmian.

Signing his name on the document, Gu Yang put down his pen. Ji Xiangmian hadn’t finished paying back what he owed; even if it was Zhou Sheng, no one would be taking him away.

Handing the document to his assistant, Gu Yang hesitated for a moment before heading toward the temporarily converted rehabilitation room. The rehab specialist had already pushed Ji Xiangmian inside and was helping him massage and relax the muscles in his legs.

Walking to the door, Gu Yang hadn’t yet decided whether to enter when he suddenly heard a muffled groan from the crack of the door that wasn’t fully closed. That voice was melodious and carried a hint of endurance, like someone taking a feather and gently brushing it against his heart.

Gu Yang immediately pushed the door open, the movement so forceful that the door panel let out a sharp screech. The rehab specialist was startled, freezing in place with his hands still in motion, staring blankly at the door.

Ji Xiangmian was sitting on a low stool with one leg bent, while the other calf—stretched out on the floor—was being held in the specialist’s hands.

Gu Yang’s brow furrowed deeper: “What are you doing?”

The specialist let out an “Ah,” the back of his hand feeling almost scorched by Gu Yang’s scrutinizing gaze. He hurriedly let go and stood up, explaining: “Mr. Gu, I am helping Mr. Ji relax his leg muscles. This is more beneficial for the subsequent treatment.”

Gu Yang paused, realizing he had misunderstood. But looking at Ji Xiangmian, whose eyes were already brimming with tears, and thinking about the specialist’s actions just now, Gu Yang suddenly felt a bit displeased.

After a thought, he crouched down in front of Ji Xiangmian and looked up at the specialist:

“How do you do it?”

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