ATPN Chapter 62

Chapter 62: I Advise You to Be Kind

Yu Zhanrong felt like he had slept for a long time. He woke up because he was extremely hungry, his whole body weak and without energy. He opened his eyes and stared in disbelief at the unfamiliar room.

The only place in Song Baiyan’s house he had never been was Song Baiyan’s bedroom.

Could someone tell him how he ended up sleeping here?!

He slept in Song Baiyan’s bed?

Is it still possible to get up and restore the room to its original state?

“Click.”

Looks like it’s too late.

Yu Zhanrong lay stiffly on the bed.

The bedroom door was opened, and a tall figure walked in. Yu Zhanrong watched as the owner of this room appeared before him.

“Awake?”

“Senior… Senior Brother?…” His voice was still hoarse and unpleasant.

Wasn’t he supposed to be out of town on business? How did he come back so quickly?

What should he do now?

Would it be better to confess directly?

Song Baiyan quickly walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, supporting Yu Zhanrong’s back with his large hand to help him up, then placed a pillow behind him.

Yu Zhanrong wanted to apologize and explain, but Song Baiyan handed him a glass of warm water, telling him to drink it first to moisten his throat.

Yu Zhanrong looked at the water as if it were a cup of poison, his scalp tingling.

Is this water?

This is a blade scraping his throat!

“Drink more water, it will alleviate it a bit.”

As he spoke, he touched Yu Zhanrong’s forehead. The temperature had gone down, and Song Baiyan’s tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

After he finished drinking the water, Song Baiyan brought over a bowl of porridge. Yu Zhanrong’s eyes lit up at the sight of the porridge.

He was really hungry.

“Senior Brother, why are you back? Where’s Auntie?” Although he was dizzy at the time, he knew that Song Baiyan’s mother was taking care of him before, and she even brought him into Song Baiyan’s bedroom.

Auntie is letting a wolf into the house, a wolf coveting her own son. Yu Zhanrong didn’t know what to say.

“Tan Miss went back.” Seeing Yu Zhanrong’s nervousness, Song Baiyan wanted to tease him. “As for me, Tan Miss kept calling me a Scumbag, almost cursing me to death in Haicheng. Oh, I forgot to introduce, Tan Miss is my mom.”

Yu Zhanrong panicked, “Then what about your business? Is it finished? Is it because of me… cough cough!”

Worried about delaying Song Baiyan’s business, he inhaled a mouthful of air in his anxiety and immediately clutched his chest and coughed.

Song Baiyan took the porridge from his hand and placed it on the bedside table, gently patting his back to soothe him, “It’s okay, don’t rush.”

The sickly person frowned and made a gesture to get up. Song Baiyan blocked him between his arm and the bed, preventing him from pushing him away or getting up.

“Relax, it’s the same if I have Jing Tong go in my place.” After reassuring him, he handed the porridge over, “It was my oversight, you have a weak constitution and you were caught in the rain yesterday. I should have guessed.”

“Then… then why did Tan Auntie call you a Scumbag?” Yu Zhanrong asked in a low voice, taking a peek at Song Baiyan while drinking the porridge.

“Hmm…” Song Baiyan pretended to think for a few seconds, and said sadly, “She said that leaving a sick boyfriend at home and going out to have fun is being a Scumbag.”

“Pfft, cough cough cough…”

Damn it!

That’s too miserable!

His Senior Brother is at work, and the blame is coming from home.

Innocent disaster.

“This can’t be blamed on you, and did you explain? We’re not…” Under Yu Zhanrong’s guilty gaze, Song Baiyan nodded.

“I explained.”

That’s good, Yu Zhanrong breathed a sigh of relief.

He couldn’t let Senior Brother take the blame anymore, he’s already endured enough.

“But she doesn’t believe it.”

“…”

Yu Zhanrong felt like he was being played, but seeing Song Baiyan’s sad and wronged look, he thought he was probably overthinking it.

Senior Brother isn’t that kind of person.

“Then I’ll explain it to Tan Auntie. It’s clearly not your fault, she’s misunderstanding you.”

Even though he himself looked sick, he was worried about him being misunderstood and scolded, and was very serious about going to help him explain.

“Then you can explain it to her next time you see her?”

“Okay.” Yu Zhanrong said firmly.

“Oh, right, Tan Miss said she answered a call for you halfway through. It was from your classmate, call them back and see what’s up?”

That’s right, Yang You said he was coming to find him.

Looking out the window, it was already dark.

Opening his phone, messages flooded in. Their dorm group chat already had 99+ messages.

There were also private messages from Yang You.

[Grapefruit: Fish, how are you? Are you feeling better?]

[Grapefruit: Did your fever go down?]

[Grapefruit: I’m coming over soon.]

[Grapefruit: …Your mom came? A woman answered when I called you.]

[Grapefruit: Then rest well, I won’t come over.]

Mom?

Tsk, that’s the mother of my school’s male god.

Yu Zhanrong secretly glanced at Song Baiyan, who was casually browsing his phone.

Instead of replying, he opened the 311 All are group chat, where he had been mentioned many times.

[61: Damn damn damn, Song Baiyan personally stepped in to fight the haters! It’s too exciting, see if those haters dare to spread rumors about our Fish [link]]

[Weiwei: Wow, your male god is so handsome, come out and watch @Always.]

Yu Zhanrong knew that there were people on the forum scolding him, but he didn’t care. His fingertip moved slightly to open the link, but since it was related to Song Baiyan, he couldn’t help himself.

He thought that when he opened it, he would be bombarded with abuse, but to his surprise, the top post was Song Baiyan’s reply, which had become a Building in the building.

[Anonymous: It’s confirmed that Yu Someone openly calls Song Baiyan “husband” even knowing that s has a girlfriend, stepping in as the third party, totally shameless and clinging, everyone despises him]

[s replies to Anonymous: No girlfriend, no calling, no third party, no clinging, stop insulting our poppy, and Xu classmate, anonymity is not your shield for spreading rumors, I advise you to be kind.]

[2l: Awesome! Protect our poppy!]

[3l: That’s right, anonymity is not a shield, the internet is not a lawless place, I advise you to be kind!]

[4l: Amazing, does this mean you already know who is spreading the rumors.]

[5l: Of course, he already named names.]

[6l: s is the real person, right, right, right?]

[7l: Look at the upstairs, it’s already verified with real name, it must be him.]

[8l: I advise you to be kind! So A! Help!]

…

[12l: s is so doting～~, “our poppy” family, does anyone understand!!!!!]

[13l: Sisters upstairs, I finally found my people, what’s the difference between “our poppy” and “my wife”, my heart is dying]

…

[122l: Summarize s’s key points, first, s doesn’t have a girlfriend, second, poppy didn’t call him “husband”, third, he stands with poppy, fourth, he’s warning someone not to spread rumors, he’s watching.]

[123l: He’s so loving and doting, he really called me “Prosperous Era”!!]

…

[218l: I want to know if poppy saw the post? Marry him if you see it, where are you going to find such a good man]

[219l: Hahahaha, you’re so good at it, but I love it~]

…

poppy himself: “…”

He wondered if Song Baiyan had seen this before, and secretly raised his eyes to look at Song Baiyan, meeting his deep, ocean-like gaze.

Yu Zhanrong quickly turned off his phone like he was guilty.

Song Baiyan reached out again and touched his forehead, “Why is your face so red, is your fever back?”

His forehead wasn’t hot anymore, and he naturally touched the side of Yu Zhanrong’s neck, clearing his throat lightly, “It’s still a bit warm, are you uncomfortable?”

Yu Zhanrong shook his head.

He was just a little panicked.

Song Baiyan gave him some medicine to take.

“Senior Brother, thank you.”

Thank you for being willing to take me in when we barely know each other.

Thank you for standing up and speaking up for me.

Thank you for taking care of me when I’m sick.

Song Baiyan glanced at him and lightly “hmmed”. Then he took out a jar of something black and scooped a spoonful to hand to him.