I Became a Heartthrob After Marrying in My Sister's Place - Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Upon hearing these words, Shang Chen and Zhong Xian exchanged a glance.

Although they weren’t clear on exactly what kind of insulting words these people had said, they could guess how overboard it was just from Sang Yu’s stern and merciless tone.

Perhaps because Sang Yu’s gaze was too terrifying, the little Young Master of the Chen family quietly withdrew his gaze and secretly tugged at Sang Lin’s hem.

The sentence calling Ming Yantang “dirty” was spoken by him.

Sang Yu had already arrived beside them. Seeing this, Sang Lin hurriedly tried to explain, but was interrupted by Sang Yu.

“You don’t need to quibble. I know better than anyone what kind of thing you are.”

Sang Lin’s face changed instantly.

It wasn’t because Sang Yu’s words were particularly heavy, but because this sentence made him lose a lot of face in front of his friends. For so many years, although everyone knew he was an adopted son of the Sang family, they also knew he was very much doted on by them. Sang Yu’s words undoubtedly ripped away his fig leaf.

“Brother Sang Yu, I—”

“Shut up.”

Looking at Sang Lin’s pitiful appearance, Sang Yu only found it ridiculous. He didn’t bother to pay attention to him, turning his gaze toward the cowering little Young Master Chen beside him.

“Coming into my house and bullying my person there is no such logic in this world.” Sang Yu’s gaze was sharp and piercingly cold. “Regarding today’s matter, I will tell your father. As for the specific solution, let him decide. Now, you can get out of my house.”

Today was already embarrassing enough; if his father found out about this, he wouldn’t even think about stepping out of the house for the whole month. If word of this got out, it would be a laughingstock.

Young Master Chen was terrified, anxious to the point of crying.

Seeing this, Sang Lin frowned: “Brother Sang Yu, isn’t it a bit too much for you to speak like that? No matter what, he is a friend you grew up with.”

Sang Yu looked at him coldly, leaving no room in his words: “You get out too.”

Sang Lin froze abruptly and stopped looking directly at Sang Yu.

“What do you have to be so high and mighty about? So what if he’s a celebrity? Is it embarrassing for him to earn money on his own? Since you were born, have you ever earned a single cent for your families?”

Sang Yu’s eyes were full of mockery: “Remember, the very bottom of the disdain chain is always a bunch of straw bags like you who only know which family’s clothes look good.”

After hearing everything, Sang Lin’s face grew greener and greener.

Ming Huaizhi looked at Sang Yu at this moment, his eyes filled with appreciative joy and relief.

“From now on, if you look for trouble with him again, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

Young Master Chen was already dying of shame, leaving while crying. Seeing the few of them heading downstairs dejectedly, the guests on the first floor began to discuss in whispers.

The farce finally came to an end. At this time, Ming Huaizhi gently grabbed Sang Yu’s thumb and looked up at him to express his gratitude. Actually, in terms of time, those people had known Sang Yu many years longer than he had. Although he believed Sang Yu would give him justice, he hadn’t expected Sang Yu’s attitude to be so firm.

Sang Yu tilted his head to look at him, no longer as stern as before: “Are we good?”

“Mhm, mhm.” Ming Huaizhi was still holding Sang Yu’s finger at this moment. He peeked at Shang Chen and the others, then leaned over, stretching his slender white neck to whisper quietly in Sang Yu’s ear: “You were so cool just now.”

A subtle change occurred in Sang Yu’s gaze: “Don’t feed me any ‘soul-confusing soup’ (flattery).”

Ming Huaizhi laughed softly: “I’m not, I really think you are so handsome.”

At this time, the butler sent people to clean up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground. He let go of Sang Yu and trotted over with cheerful steps to help everyone tidy up.

Shang Chen took in the scene of the two flirting. He said slowly to Sang Yu: “Have you been bewitched by beauty?”

Sang Yu looked in Ming Huaizhi’s direction and said lazily: “Can’t you tell? He likes me.”

Zhong Xian hissed: “Good heavens, for real? You, this shark, aren’t going to swim into someone else’s fishpond, are you?”

Sang Yu raised an eyebrow slightly: “Of course not. He’s pretending to be good all day long just to pursue me.”

“I like those who are truly well-behaved.”

Shang Chen laughed meaningfully: “Don’t let it be just you being blindly narcissistic here; maybe he’s just teasing you.”

“That wouldn’t be bad either; it saves me the effort of rejecting him. If he really cried to me, I might truly have no way to deal with it.”

After saying these inner thoughts, Sang Yu put his hands in his pockets and looked out the window: “Didn’t you guys say you’d give me a horse today? Did you bring it?”

His friends all knew Sang Yu liked horses; in the suburban clubs, Sang Yu even maintained several horse stables. A few days ago, Zhong Xian occasionally took a fancy to one at the racing track, so he bought it to give to Sang Yu.

“Although that horse is a top-tier fine steed, its personality is quite fierce. It still needs proper training.”

Sang Yu: “Fine, then let’s go out and take a look.”

Before leaving, he glanced at Ming Huaizhi behind him. Seeing that the other had already picked up a small plate and started eating again, he didn’t call him.

By the time Ming Huaizhi turned his head back, they had already left.

…

Sang Yu’s manor was very large, so it was quite spacious for testing a horse. Seeing them testing a horse in the courtyard, the guests who were tasting wine curiously followed them out.

This fierce black horse was shiny black all over and very tall. Standing beside it, Sang Yu was not overshadowed at all, though the horse was even twenty centimeters taller than him.

“Six and a half years old this year, imported from the Netherlands.” Zhong Xian patted the horse’s mane. “Good appearance, right?”

Sang Yu nodded and asked the trainer: “Can it be ridden?”

Trainer: “It can. I’ve been training it these past two days; its temper is much milder than a few days ago.”

As soon as the words fell, Sang Yu stepped onto the stirrup and his long legs leapt up.

Shang Chen blew a whistle: “Cool.”

More and more guests gathered in the courtyard. Ming Huaizhi, noticing everyone walking out, followed out of curiosity.

Just as he stepped out the main door, he saw Sang Yu sitting on the horse for a trial ride, and a smile instantly lit up his eyes.

Today Sang Yu was wearing a set of black casual clothes. Although it wasn’t as formal as usual in the company, his tall and fine figure made the clothes look neat and handsome. Furthermore, sitting on a fine steed added a few points of heroic spirit to his overall temperament.

“Sang Yu.”

A clear voice sounded from the side.

Sang Yu turned his head and found that Ming Huaizhi had already run to the front of his horse.

“Sang Yu, both you and the horse are so handsome.”

Ming Huaizhi liked horses very much, but his health was poor and he couldn’t do strenuous exercise. During equestrian classes in middle school, he could only sit to one side and watch everyone.

He rare-ly touched the horse’s eye and then quietly withdrew: “Are you going to ride now?”

Sang Yu nodded: “Mhm.”

Ming Huaizhi stepped aside: “Be careful.”

“Mhm.” Sang Yu tightened the reins and lightly kicked the horse’s belly; the horse immediately galloped forward.

This horse ran very fast. In just a few seconds, Sang Yu had disappeared from everyone’s sight, leaving only a tall and straight back.

“I feel like the horse’s temper isn’t very good.” Concern gradually welled up between Ming Huaizhi’s brows.

The horses they rode in class were all gentle ponies, but Sang Yu’s was clearly not. It jumped very fiercely just now when turning, and Sang Yu only barely controlled it by pulling the reins to the tightest.

“Actually, the greatest pleasure of riding is taming,” the trainer said to the group. “Don’t worry.”

Ming Huaizhi nodded slowly, continuing to stare in the direction where the horse had disappeared.

About ten minutes later, Sang Yu returned on horseback.

Ming Huaizhi’s hanging heart slowly lowered: “Sang Yu’s horsemanship is so amazing, even better than the teacher’s.”

Zhong Xian said at this time: “Yes, Sang Yu has liked horses since he was a child and started riding for fun in his teens.”

As the sound of hooves drew closer, Sang Yu pulled the reins to let the horse stop a short distance away, avoiding getting too close to everyone: “Wild and hard to tame. Let’s spend more time on it; don’t let others ride for now, it’s dangerous.”

The trainer nodded: “Okay, Mr. Sang.”

“Even you say so, it seems it really is”

Before Shang Chen could finish his sentence, the horse beneath Sang Yu suddenly went out of control, rearing its front hooves high and jumping wildly.

Even though Sang Yu exerted his strength to hold the reins, the sturdy black horse clearly wouldn’t follow commands, its front hooves lifting directly over two meters high.

Seeing this scene, Ming Huaizhi ran to Sang Yu’s side.

The trainer hurriedly blew a whistle, but the black horse became more excited the more it heard it. With a snap, the rein broke.

At the critical moment, Sang Yu fell off the horse’s back, landing right under the high-rearing front hooves of this black horse. If the front hooves kicked Sang Yu’s head, the consequences would be unthinkable.

“Sang Yu!” Shang Chen and Zhong Xian shouted in alarm, and a considerable commotion broke out in the crowd. Looking at the horse’s maddened state, the trainer was also very frightened.

Amidst the gasps of the crowd, Ming Huaizhi had already run in front of Sang Yu.

He bent his waist, his arms tightly protecting Sang Yu’s head.

In just a few seconds, it was heart-stopping.

The maddened horse gave Ming Huaizhi a hard kick and galloped wildly toward the back.

All of this took only five seconds.

Sang Yu lay on the ground and smelled a faint scent of jasmine.

He knew someone had come over to protect him. When light appeared before his eyes and Ming Huaizhi lay beside him with a face full of blood, the blood in his entire body instantly rushed to his eyes.

“Ming Yantang!”

Everyone ran over.

Sang Yu supported Ming Huaizhi’s head, his tone anxious: “How are you? Where does it hurt?”

Fresh blood slowly stained Sang Yu’s palm, his pale fingertips trembling slightly; he couldn’t believe what was before his eyes.

Ming Huaizhi slowly looked at the person beside him, his clean eyes still gentle: “I don’t hurt.”

“If it doesn’t hurt, why is there so much blood?”

Sang Yu had to admit, the moment he saw the blood, he panicked completely.

Lying on the cold ground, Ming Huaizhi raised his thin wrist, rubbed his nose, and then gently stretched it in front of Sang Yu’s eyes: “Look, it should be this that’s bleeding. Don’t worry.”

Since he was a child, he would get a nosebleed whenever he got anxious; it was a common occurrence.

Sang Yu carefully supported his head and quickly leaned over to observe closely. Only after finding that the blood indeed came from Ming Huaizhi’s nose did he feel relieved.

“What about your body? Is there anywhere injured?”

Although Sang Yu’s head had been protected by Ming Huaizhi just now, he still felt a powerful force kick toward them; that force must have ultimately slammed into Ming Huaizhi’s body.

Ming Huaizhi’s nose was still bleeding. He raised his arm to suppress the bleeding and replied warmly: “Just my arm hurts a bit, other places don’t hurt.”

Sang Yu didn’t dare to move him too much: “Then I’ll carry you inside.”

Ming Huaizhi nodded obediently: “Okay.”

With the help of Shang Chen and Zhong Xian, Sang Yu gently gathered Ming Huaizhi’s waist and took him into his arms.

This was the second time he was carrying the other.

But this time, the feeling was very different from before.

He was both anxious and worried about jarring the other; his wrist gently cradled the other’s waist, the slenderness of it even making him worry about hurting him.

Ming Huaizhi was very cooperative, his legs slightly curled, but his head was always tilted awkwardly, not daring to touch Sang Yu.

Sang Yu noticed the abnormality and frowned: “Did you hit your head?”

Ming Huaizhi shook his head: “I’m afraid of rubbing against your chest muscle.”

These words made Sang Yu freeze, a complex mix of emotions sweeping through his heart.

He didn’t speak, but his palm gently supported Ming Huaizhi’s head, letting him lean completely against his chest.

“Don’t move.”

Shang Chen and Zhong Xian followed closely behind.

At such a moment of crisis just now, no one had expected Ming Huaizhi to rush up to protect Sang Yu.

Under the massive, strong horse, Ming Huaizhi was very fragile, as if he could be easily broken.

…

By the time they returned to the bedroom, Ming Huaizhi’s nosebleed had stopped, and the family doctors had quickly arrived to begin examining him.

Lying on the bed, he was very good, answering whatever the doctor asked. His round eyes always followed the medical team, eavesdropping on his own condition.

This time, the only place on his whole body that was injured was the right arm that protected Sang Yu’s head.

The doctor carefully rolled up his sleeve; the mixture of purple and green bruising was shocking.

Ultimately, the doctor told Sang Yu that Ming Huaizhi only had a muscle strain caused by a kick from the horse’s hoof on his right arm, and he would fully recover after about half a month of rest.

Sang Yu’s tone was deep: “Mhm. Send me a list of precautions for his future diet and daily life.”

The doctor nodded: “Okay.”

After the doctor left, Shang Chen and Zhong Xian also exited the bedroom, leaving only the two of them inside.

Sang Yu looked at Ming Huaizhi, hesitating to speak: “Why did you rush over to save me?”

Ming Huaizhi turned slowly, resting his head under his hand: “Do you know that if the horse kicked your head, you might have gone blind or had permanent brain damage? I had a classmate who was kicked in the back of the head by a horse’s hoof and was given a critical illness notice that same day.”

Sang Yu’s gaze was complex: “Then what about you? You protected me weren’t you afraid it would kick your head?”

Ming Huaizhi suddenly bared a row of neat little white teeth, the dimples beside his cheeks exceptionally obvious.

This was the first time Sang Yu had seen Ming Huaizhi smile like this.

It seemed to carry a hint of little pride.

“No. When I was protecting you, I also hid my head well, like a little turtle shrinking its head.”

Fearing Sang Yu didn’t understand, Ming Huaizhi sat up and earnestly shrunk his head to give Sang Yu a demonstration.

Sang Yu couldn’t help it; seeing this scene, he burst out laughing.

“Does it look like a little turtle?” After finishing the demonstration, Ming Huaizhi, with his slightly messy hair, giggled along with Sang Yu’s silly laugh.

“By the way, did you get injured when you fell off the horse?”

“No. Fortunately, I had you.”

Receiving Sang Yu’s praise, Ming Huaizhi pursed his lips with a smile and lay back on the pillow. Sang Yu was so good to their family; he could be considered to have earned a merit by helping Sang Yu once.

The midday sunlight grew stronger. After eating lunch, Ming Huaizhi felt sleepy. Lying on the bed, he slowly closed his eyes.

From beginning to end, Sang Yu stayed with him.

After hearing Ming Huaizhi’s long, steady breathing, Sang Yu slowly stood up, his gaze falling on the other’s beautiful eyelashes.

“He likes me so much; if I reject him firmly, will it make me look heartless?”