What Bad Intentions Could a Spoiled Little Brat Possibly have? - Chapter 13

“Brother, your chest muscles are so big.”

Cheng Huai was carried all the way to the door of the consultation room. He was still pouting and hadn’t even found his footing before Fu Zheng forestalled him, pulling him behind his back.

Cheng Huai stood on his tiptoes, leaning over Fu Zheng’s shoulder and poking his head out. He saw two burly bodyguards flanking the door like two door gods, their presence oppressive.

Patients passed through the hospital corridor from time to time. Seeing this display, they all detoured around them, though their eyes couldn’t help but dart toward the two conspicuous figures.

“Brother, what’s going on here?” Cheng Huai looked at those two fierce faces, feeling a bit apprehensive in his heart.

“It’s nothing, don’t be afraid.” Fu Zheng recognized the triangular lapel pins on the bodyguards—it was the Huo family. He reached back and grasped Cheng Huai’s fingers, leading him straight forward.

To their surprise, just as the two reached the door, the two bodyguards stepped aside in perfect unison. With disciplined precision, they both made a “please” gesture, as if two living door gods had truly been summoned to welcome them.

Cheng Huai gave a startled flinch, finding the scene somewhat eerie, and instinctively pressed closer to Fu Zheng.

Fu Zheng pushed open the door. The atmosphere inside the consultation room was far more suffocating than the one outside.

Yu Chuan sat at the desk, his face pale as he stared at the computer screen, looking down while silently typing up medical records.

Standing opposite him was a tall man, similar in build to Fu Zheng, though appearing a few years older.

The man’s gaze was cold and heavy, radiating a nearly crushing aura. He leaned quietly against the thin hospital bed, his deep gaze following Yu Chuan like a shadow, tightly entwined around him.

The only thing at odds with the man’s frigid temperament was the faint red handprint on his cheek—conspicuous, abrupt, and mocking.

Cheng Huai subconsciously squeezed Fu Zheng’s hand, hiding behind him and pressing close. This atmosphere made it difficult for him to breathe.

When Yu Chuan turned and saw them, his frost-cold expression finally softened slightly. He glared at the man, his tone indignant: “Huo Tinggshen, President Huo, Boss Huo, just how long are you planning to stay here? You are seriously affecting my normal work. Please leave.”

Hearing this, Huo Tingshen stood up. As he passed Fu Zheng, he gave a slight nod as a greeting, but stopped in front of Yu Chuan, his voice low and husky: “Don’t call me that, baby. I’ll be right outside. Call me if you feel unwell at any time.”

Yu Chuan didn’t even look up, spitting out a single word: “Get out.”

It wasn’t until Huo Tingshen pushed the door open and left that Yu Chuan suddenly slammed the mouse down. His forced hardness instantly collapsed, leaving only irritation: “Old beast!”

He looked up and saw Fu Zheng’s habitually expressionless face, along with Cheng Huai’s curious, kitten-like eyes, and couldn’t help but laugh out loud: “Has anyone ever told you two that you look like a duo?”

Fu Zheng said nothing, simply pulling Cheng Huai over and pressing him down into the chair in front of the desk.

Cheng Huai blinked: “What kind of duo?”

Yu Chuan resumed his calm and composed expression. He glanced at their still-intertwined hands, cleared his throat, and pointed at Cheng Huai: “The Gentle Heroine.” Then he glanced at Fu Zheng: “The Stoic Comedian.”

Yu Chuan couldn’t help but clap his hands in self-admiration: “I really am a genius.”

Cheng Huai turned to peek at Fu Zheng, who merely twitched the corner of his mouth coldly.

Yu Chuan turned his gaze to Cheng Huai, a smile he considered elegant blooming on his face. He snapped his fingers sharply in front of him and said, “Pretty boy, look at me. Stop looking at him; what’s there to see?”

Cheng Huai’s attention was pulled back. He always found himself unable to stop looking at Fu Zheng, often losing himself in the process. Now that he had been called out, the tips of his ears grew warm, and he turned toward Yu Chuan with some shyness.

The last time he came to the hospital, his condition had been poor, and he hadn’t noticed that Fu Zheng and this doctor knew each other. Now that he knew, he began to observe the other man seriously.

Yu Chuan’s slightly long, black curly hair carried a hint of lazy enchantment. Those narrow peach-blossom eyes were hard to read, though his complexion was even paler than the last time they met.

Cheng Huai recalled the last consultation; he seemed to have lost himself in that same gaze. He only remembered sitting in the same spot he was in now when he entered, but he had absolutely no memory of what happened afterward.

Yu Chuan took out his stethoscope. Just as he pressed it against Cheng Huai’s chest, he frowned and looked at Fu Zheng, who was sitting calmly on the only sofa in the room. He teased, “Fu, are you sure you want to stay here the whole time?”

Fu Zheng leaned back on the sofa, casually picking up a magazine and flipping through it. Hearing this, he didn’t even look up: “Does my presence here affect Dr. Yu’s professionalism?”

Yu Chuan was helpless; one annoying person had left, only for another to arrive.

He didn’t bother arguing with Fu Zheng and repositioned the stethoscope on Cheng Huai’s chest, listening intently.

After a simple check-up, Yu Chuan asked a few routine questions, which Cheng Huai answered truthfully.

“How has your sleep been lately?”

“Quite good,” Cheng Huai replied in a low voice. Although Fu Zheng had been avoiding him recently, living with him was a comfort in itself.

“What about physiological reactions? Have there been times where things felt out of control?” Yu Chuan entered his professional state. His voice was melodic and clear, possessing a sort of magic that brooked no deception.

Cheng Huai understood his meaning instantly. But with Fu Zheng sitting not far behind him, those direct expressions and confessions he usually aimed at Fu Zheng were impossible to say now. He felt the tips of his ears burning.

He stammered, his eyes darting around, not daring to answer. He even instinctively wanted to turn his head to see Fu Zheng’s reaction.

This series of small movements did not escape Yu Chuan’s eyes. He couldn’t help laughing, then turned with mock sternness toward the man behind Cheng Huai: “Fu, with you here, the kid is getting affected.”

It would have been better if he hadn’t said anything; as soon as the words left his mouth, the heat that had just faded from Cheng Huai’s face came roaring back.

In the next second, a pair of warm palms pressed gently onto his shoulders. He thought Fu Zheng would take the opportunity to leave, but instead, the man sat down directly beside him.

Cheng Huai: “!”

Now, he almost forgot how to breathe.

“Don’t be nervous,” Fu Zheng’s voice was deep and steady. “Brother is here.”

Yu Chuan: “?”

Yu Chuan: “What, am I the one who’s supposed to leave then?”

Cheng Huai had no choice but to bite the bullet and answer in a small voice: “When… when I’m awake… no.”

Yu Chuan followed up immediately: “And in your dreams?”

The tips of Cheng Huai’s ears were red enough to bleed as he nodded slightly.

“Roughly how many times?”

Cheng Huai felt his whole body heating up, his voice as faint as a mosquito’s hum: “Two… maybe three times…”

After speaking, he quickly stole a glance at Fu Zheng, only to see the man with his eyelids lowered, his face showing no shock or abnormality. He was as calm as if he had expected it all along.

Yu Chuan nodded and didn’t probe further. He asked a few more ordinary questions, then turned to Fu Zheng: “For now, there doesn’t seem to be anything majorly wrong. Just come back for regular check-ups.”

Before he could finish, he suddenly turned his head and coughed a few times. His thin shoulders trembled slightly, and his previous sharpness was instantly stained with a hint of fragility.

Cheng Huai asked with concern, “Are you okay?”

Yu Chuan waved his hand, completely indifferent: “Old problem, it’s nothing.”

Fu Zheng asked, “When is the next follow-up?”

Yu Chuan, frustrated by Huo Tingshen’s disruption and feeling physically unwell, found everyone an eyesore. He couldn’t help but sneer: “Fu, do you still remember when you flatly rejected me last time? It caused a great deal of trauma to my fragile heart.”

His gaze swept over Cheng Huai as he warned with a smile: “Pretty boy, don’t believe a single word he says. People like him are the best at tricking innocent kids like you.”

Fu Zheng’s expression remained unchanged as he said indifferently: “I’ll pay you triple the medical fees. I’ll transfer it directly to President Huo’s company account.”

Yu Chuan was instantly poked in a sore spot. The dignity he struggled to maintain vanished: “No need. Please remember, he is he, and I am I.”

“Besides,” Yu Chuan snorted coldly, “do I look like I care about a few medical fees?”

Fu Zheng arched an eyebrow and stopped paying attention to the cynical man, pulling Cheng Huai out of the consultation room.

Huo Tingshen was indeed still waiting outside. Seeing them come out, he merely nodded in acknowledgement before pushing the door open and walking in.

The consultation room door was left ajar. As Cheng Huai followed Fu Zheng away, he instinctively looked back.

He saw that tall figure almost completely enveloping Yu Chuan. Huo Tingshen reached out and, with total naturalness, pinched Yu Chuan’s earlobe.

It was clearly just a simple gesture, yet because of his overbearing aura and the lethal size difference between them, it exuded a sense of provocation like toyed with, yet also like coaxed. An air of eroticism quietly diffused between them.

He whispered something into Yu Chuan’s ear, and Yu Chuan’s entire face instantly flushed a deep crimson. He swatted the hand away in a mix of shame and annoyance, but that flush burned all the way from his ears to his cheeks.

Although Cheng Huai’s feelings for Fu Zheng had long been obvious, and he had received plenty of “sexual enlightenment” in his dreams, seeing such blatant intimacy with his own eyes still made his breath hitch.

Looking at Fu Zheng’s retreating back ahead of him the curve of his muscles, the temperature of his skin, the low vibration of his voice, the scent of his body all his perceptions suddenly surged in his mind.

He hurriedly shook his head, trying to dispel those inappropriate “yellow” thoughts, but the images from his dreams surfaced even more vividly, causing his face to be dyed with the color of intoxication.

Cheng Huai felt his face burning in waves, but those dark, obscure thoughts rippled through his mind at every moment.

His gaze gradually became dark and predatory, like a vine silently coiling upward, viscously and greedily crawling over Fu Zheng’s back. He was so focused that he completely failed to notice that Fu Zheng had already turned around.

Lifting his eyes, Cheng Huai crashed straight into Fu Zheng’s deep gaze. It startled him so much his whole body jerked; his eyes darted around in panic for a few moments before he finally tucked away those dark thoughts, meeting Fu Zheng’s gaze with feigned composure.

“What is it?” Fu Zheng’s voice was as calm as still water.

“Nothing!” Cheng Huai’s eyes rolled as he shook his head quickly. He took a step forward and gently hooked his finger into Fu Zheng’s sleeve, putting on a rare show of docility. “Brother, your chest muscles are so big. Can I touch them?”

The embarrassment from the conversation in the consultation room hadn’t yet faded, and combined with the cold war of the past few days, the interaction was inevitably stained with awkwardness. But Cheng Huai didn’t seem to care, acting as if the person who had wanted to sink into the ground just moments ago wasn’t him.

“Have you touched them so little?” Fu Zheng asked back.

“Mmm…” Cheng Huai rubbed his nose. That seemed true.

Fu Zheng stared at the soft crown of Cheng Huai’s head for a moment before speaking: “Let’s go home first.”

Just as he was about to step forward, his sleeve was tugged gently. Fu Zheng looked back.

“Brother, let’s eat out tonight.”

“Eat out?”

“Yeah.” Cheng Huai tilted his head up, smiling slightly. “Brother, let me treat you to dinner tonight.”

Cheng Huai spoke sincerely, but to Fu Zheng’s ears, the meaning shifted.

“Are you tired of my cooking?”

“Absolutely not!” Cheng Huai denied it hurriedly. “It’s not good for me to always be a freeloader at your house. Look at how hard you work every day, and you still have to cook for me. I’m going back to school tomorrow, so I want to thank you properly today.”

Fu Zheng’s gaze lingered on his face for a moment before he replied coolly: “Not today.”

“Another social engagement?”

Fu Zheng gazed at him: “Yes.”

“Okay, then come back early, Brother.” Cheng Huai was still smiling, but the light in his eyes faded bit by bit.

He didn’t throw a tantrum like he usually did upon hearing Fu Zheng was going out. Instead, he was uncharacteristically calm.

Fu Zheng dropped him home. To avoid making Fu Zheng late, Cheng Huai was very “considerate,” only asking him to cook a simple bowl of buckwheat noodles before urging him to leave for his appointment.

The moment the door closed, Cheng Huai didn’t hesitate for a second. He put the buckwheat noodles into a thermal pot, then grabbed his hat and mask, arming himself fully before tailing Fu Zheng out the door.

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