The Wealthy Old Man’s Palm-Sized Pet - Chapter 14

That horn blast came from the luxury car ahead.

Sun Haitian was startled by the sound and looked at the vehicle with dissatisfaction. However, from the outside, she couldn’t see anything; she thought perhaps the driver had accidentally leaned on it.

Song Zhiyuan knew perfectly well that the horn hadn’t been pressed by accident. Chu Wei would never make such a mistake. He knew he had already delayed for several minutes, and he could sense that Fu Xingnian was about to lose his temper.

Song Zhiyuan made things clear: “I’m sorry. I only added you that day because you were playing a game and lost; I was just helping you out. It didn’t mean anything. I have things to do, so I’ll be going now.”

Sun Haitian stood rooted to the spot. Had she just been rejected? During military training, many people had asked for her WeChat, but she hadn’t given it to anyone because she had been attracted to Song Zhiyuan from the moment she first saw him. She had tried every way to get close to him and catch his attention, but he had remained completely indifferent.

She had finally managed to add him through that game, only for him to delete her. Sun Haitian could hardly believe it. Now, her invitation to hang out had been rejected as well. She felt an unprecedented sense of loss. Was Song Zhiyuan simply too dense when it came to romance?

By the time she went to look for him again, his figure was nowhere to be found. What could possibly be so urgent?

The car was extremely quiet. Song Zhiyuan felt that the atmosphere was somewhat off.

Although there had been quiet moments before, the air today was thick with a pressure unlike anything he’d felt. He could sense that Fu Xingnian’s mood was bad—very bad.

Fu Xingnian had still been able to maintain a smile while on the rostrum with the school leaders, but now there wasn’t a trace of one. His eyes were a deep, bottomless black.

Song Zhiyuan tentatively and quietly shifted a little closer to Fu Xingnian. When there was no reaction, he dared to move closer still. Fu Xingnian cast a glance at him but remained silent.

Having been with Fu Xingnian for nearly two months, he understood that look a little. Fu Xingnian was angry, but hadn’t yet reached the point of a full-blown rage.

Song Zhiyuan tentatively tugged at the corner of Fu Xingnian’s clothes and leaned in with a smile: “Mr. Fu, I missed you so much. You look so handsome today. I was so happy to see you. Mr. Fu, did you see me? I was the honor guard in the front. I even secretly waved at you; you probably didn’t see it.”

Fu Xingnian looked at him—at that blossoming smile and that stunningly beautiful face. He knew perfectly well that the person before him wasn’t sincere. He knew that when this boy’s words were sweet, they always carried a hidden motive.

Secretly waving at him? From beginning to end, Song Zhiyuan hadn’t spared him a single glance. No one else had ever dared to play such mind games with him.

Song Zhiyuan’s wrist was suddenly seized. He nearly crashed into Fu Xingnian’s chest. A wave of pain shot from his wrist like that time at the club, but much worse. His wrist felt as if it were about to be crushed.

Song Zhiyuan didn’t know which part of his words had made Fu Xingnian angrier. He said with a hint of grievance, “Mr. Fu, could you please be a bit gentler? It hurts…”

Fu Xingnian’s dark eyes scrutinized him, appearing as if he wanted to see right through to the boy’s soul. The person in front of him had a beautiful, delicate face; he knew how to act spoiled and how to put on a performance.

Fu Xingnian: “Song Zhiyuan, who gave you the courage not to reply to my messages or answer my calls?”

So, he was here to settle the score for the incident from a few days ago? Fu Xingnian had finally lost his temper.

As for why he hadn’t answered the phone, Song Zhiyuan naturally couldn’t tell the truth. If he did, his wrist would probably be ruined today. When Song Zhiyuan looked up again, his eyes were full of innocence.

“Mr. Fu, I’m sorry. I was so exhausted those few days. I fell asleep right after sending you that message and didn’t see your reply in time. I wanted to reply the next day, but I remembered you saying I wasn’t allowed to message you first. So, even though I really wanted to, I had to hold back.”

“Mr. Fu, I promise I’ll reply on time next time.”

The corners of Fu Xingnian’s mouth curled into a smirk that wasn’t quite a smile. He knew from Fu Can’s social media posts that Song Zhiyuan had been playing games with him all night on the evening in question. He had time to play games with Fu Can, but no time to reply to messages or answer the phone.

“Mr. Fu, you looked so incredibly handsome on the rostrum today. I could pick you out in a single glance.”

Outside, the rain suddenly began to pour again, pattering loudly against the windows. Song Zhiyuan let out a sneeze. “Mr. Fu, it’s a bit cold.”

The review had just ended, and Song Zhiyuan hadn’t had time to change. The camouflage uniform on his body was still damp. Fu Xingnian tossed his jacket to him: “Put it on.”

“Thank you, Mr. Fu. You’re so kind.”

Song Zhiyuan wrapped the jacket around himself, instantly enveloped in warmth. “Mr. Fu, the jacket is so warm. And the scent on it is so nice.”

The car carried them to the hotel, where Fu Xingnian had a suite leased year-round.

While showering, Song Zhiyuan sneezed several more times. He wondered if he was coming down with a cold and thought about taking some preventative medicine later.

However, the moment he stepped out of the bathroom, he was dragged onto the bed. With a flick of a finger, the oversized bathrobe easily slipped away to reveal that he was wearing nothing underneath. Song Zhiyuan tried to pull the robe back to cover himself, but Fu Xingnian simply yanked it away.

His fair shoulders were incredibly smooth—the perfect canvas for leaving marks.

Outside, the rain grew heavier. Song Zhiyuan was embraced from behind by Fu Xingnian and pressed against the window, forced to watch the torrential downpour. Fu Xingnian preferred this position, while Song Zhiyuan’s body went numb.

Once, twice, three times—he didn’t remember how many rounds it had been. Looking at the soiled carpet, sheets, and blankets, Song Zhiyuan felt completely drained. By the end, he felt as if his body no longer belonged to him. Does Fu Xingnian never get tired? His energy was so boundless it felt as if he’d been holding back for a long time and was venting everything onto him today.

Song Zhiyuan felt like he’d only been asleep for a moment when he felt a hand cover his lower abdomen. His entire body jolted like it had been hit by an electric current. “Mr. Fu…”

He truly couldn’t go on. His whole body was soft and weak.

“Song Zhiyuan,” Fu Xingnian’s voice was deep. “Didn’t you say you missed me?”

Song Zhiyuan pleaded, “Mr. Fu, I really can’t. Can I please have a rest?”

Fu Xingnian: “I’ve already let you rest for an hour. That’s enough.”

Only an hour? Song Zhiyuan wanted to cry. From the moment he left the bathroom, Fu Xingnian had tormented him for a full three hours, and he had only just slept for one. These few days of military training had been truly exhausting, and he hadn’t had a proper rest. “Mr. Fu, could you let me rest a bit longer? I’m so tired, I’m practically broken.”

Fu Xingnian: “Song Zhiyuan, why didn’t you feel tired when you were playing games that night?”

Song Zhiyuan: “…???”

Song Zhiyuan didn’t know when he fell asleep again. When he woke up, it was already late afternoon, and his whole body was aching. Fu Xingnian had already left, leaving a set of brand-new clothes by the bed.

Perhaps because of the lack of rest, Song Zhiyuan felt dizzy in addition to the soreness. His steps felt like he was treading on cotton. He made his way back to school in a daze, only to run into Fu Can looking for him.

“I was just about to call you, and then I see you here. Talk about being on the same wavelength.” Fu Can reached out to put an arm around his shoulder. “Military training is over, right? Let’s go get dinner.”

He hadn’t seen Song Zhiyuan for nearly half a month. He had gone home early last time because the family cat had given birth, and he was worried Song Zhiyuan might be unhappy, so he wanted to take him out for some fun.

Song Zhiyuan felt his head spinning even more; he only wanted to return to the dorm to rest. “Fu Can, I’m a bit tired. Can we do it another day?”

His voice was thick with nasal congestion, his cheeks were flushed, and his voice was hoarse.

Fu Can grew anxious. “Song Zhiyuan, are you sick?” He touched his forehead and found it burning hot. “You have a fever! I’m taking you to the hospital.”

So it’s a fever, Song Zhiyuan thought. No wonder he felt so lightheaded today.

At the hospital, the doctor measured his temperature at 39.5°C. With such a high fever, he needed an injection.

The director of this hospital was an acquaintance of Fu Can’s uncle. To ensure Song Zhiyuan received the best care, Fu Can called his uncle for help.

“Uncle, I’m at the hospital… Ah, no, no, I’m not the one who’s sick.” Although Fu Can found his uncle intimidating, the man was very good to him.

Fu Can: “Uncle, I’m fine, but a friend has a high fever and is in the hospital. I wanted to ask for your help to get him into the best ward and find the best doctor.”

This was a minor matter, so Fu Xingnian naturally agreed, saying he would have Chu Wei call the director to arrange it.

“Thanks, Uncle.” Fu Can finally felt a bit more at ease. With his uncle’s help, Song Zhiyuan would surely recover quickly.

Fu Xingnian asked casually, “Which friend is sick this time?”

Fu Can: “Song Zhiyuan! You know him. I went to find him today and he collapsed; he has a fever of 39.5°C. Uncle, I have to go take care of him now.”

In a short while, the hospital arranged a VIP ward for Song Zhiyuan. A chief physician gave him a fever-reducing injection and started an IV drip. Seeing how efficiently everything was being handled, Fu Can couldn’t help but feel grateful for his uncle.

Fu Can sat by the bed watching the drip and taking care of Song Zhiyuan. Song Zhiyuan lay on the white bed, his face pale; he appeared exhausted and was in a deep sleep.

Leaning against the bedside and looking at his face, Fu Can suddenly froze. This was the first time he had looked at Song Zhiyuan from this angle. When sick, Song Zhiyuan appeared even more fragile, making one want to protect and cherish him.

Over the past few days, Fu Can had finally figured out his feelings: he liked Song Zhiyuan. But he didn’t know Song Zhiyuan’s sexual orientation and didn’t dare confess for fear of losing him as a friend.

Song Zhiyuan’s sleeping face was beautiful. If I were to steal a kiss right now, he probably wouldn’t know, right? Friends can kiss each other’s foreheads.

Just as Fu Can’s face was only centimeters away from Song Zhiyuan’s forehead, the ward door opened.

Fu Can looked over, his face full of surprise: “Uncle? Why are you here?”