MRFD Chapter 69
by VolareThese days, when he faces Chen Ke Yao, half the time his heart is bursting with flowers, feeling more and more fond of him and deliriously happy. The other half of the time, he can’t help but want to kick him in the butt.
In comparison, Chen Ke Yao’s emotions are much more stable. Every day he is in a state of preparedness, high-spiritedly taking Rong Yi’s parents all over the city, even forcibly correcting his nocturnal habits.
After a week of this, Rong Yi felt his status in his parents’ eyes plummeting. His mom would light up with joy at the mere mention of the name Chen.
Finally, the weekend arrived. His parents pointed out that they’d done all the sightseeing and activities, but hadn’t visited their son and future son-in-law’s home, which wasn’t right. So, early in the morning, Chen Ke Yao was ordered to drive over and pick them up.
But once they arrived, there was a minor problem.
Cooking a table of home-style dishes for four people was a piece of cake for Rong Yi. But a skilled cook can’t make a meal without ingredients. A little tragedy had befallen their kitchen recently, and it hadn’t been fully repaired yet.
Rong Yi’s parents took a tour of the house. When they passed the kitchen, they glanced inside and were shocked.
When Chen Ke Yao said it wasn’t serious that day, he was clearly just trying to reassure Rong Yi. The rib soup had completely burned dry, causing a small explosion that blackened half the wall. If the two of them hadn’t been dazed by pheromones, they would have smelled the burnt odor long ago.
Being so careless even when cooking, Rong Yi was naturally scolded by his mother. Rong Yi felt greatly wronged, but couldn’t reveal the real reason for his carelessness, so he could only pout and glare at Chen Ke Yao.
Chen Ke Yao quickly changed the subject, leading his mother-in-law back to the living room and launching into an exaggerated praise of Rong Yi’s cooking skills, making him out to be the best cook in the world.
Rong Yi himself felt embarrassed listening to it, but his parents seemed quite happy.
Despite their complaints, they were full of love for their son, so they immediately chimed in.
“Our Cub, he was already quite skilled at cooking in high school,” Rong’s father, who rarely spoke, said with a smile that carried a hint of melancholy, “I always wondered who would be so lucky in the future.”
Hearing this, Chen Ke Yao looked at Rong Yi, who was sitting diagonally across from him. He didn’t say anything, just smiled, making Rong Yi’s face burn slightly.
Just as he was about to say something to stop this embarrassing topic, he saw Chen Ke Yao suddenly frown.
Rong Yi was very familiar with this expression. As expected, a few seconds later, Chen Ke Yao raised his hand to cover his mouth and bent over.
Rong Yi’s parents had never seen this before and were immediately worried: “Little Chen, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”
Chen Ke Yao lowered his head and waved his hand, then got up and quickly walked towards the bathroom.
Leaving Rong Yi’s family of three, looking at each other in dismay.
“Oh dear, did Little Chen eat something bad?” Rong Yi’s mother asked with concern. “Cub, don’t just stand there, go check on him.”
Rong Yi remained expressionless, sitting still.
Check on him my ass. He’s been able to hold back after coming home and hugging and kissing me every day, so why is he starting up again for no reason? And in front of his parents, what on earth is this guy thinking?
A moment later, Chen Ke Yao returned to the living room, looking terrible.
Seeing this, Rong Yi sighed inwardly, then quickly walked up to him and asked in a low voice, “What’s wrong with you?!”
Chen Ke Yao frowned tightly, just about to speak, then covered his mouth again.
“Oh dear, he must have eaten something bad,” Rong Yi’s mother said with great concern. “Do you have any medicine at home? Should we take him to the hospital?”
“…I don’t think so,” Rong Yi said.
As he spoke, he symbolically patted Chen Ke Yao on the back, patted him twice, and the third time missed.
Chen Ke Yao turned around again and plunged into the bathroom.
Rong Yi froze in place, his face a little red.
This guy is too much. The parents are still here, how many rockets did he launch in his mind to make it this serious?
“Go and see what’s wrong,” Rong Yi’s mother said with some dissatisfaction. “He’s not feeling well, and you don’t even know to care about him.”
Rong Yi had a headache. How was he supposed to care for him? If he followed him, he might throw up even more violently. But he couldn’t explain the inside story, which was really embarrassing.
After another five minutes or so, Chen Ke Yao finally came out, not only was his fringe wet, but even the band-aid on his cheek was soaked through, and his face was pale.
“Little Chen, what’s wrong?” Rong Yi’s mother said with a look of concern. “Did you eat something bad?”
“My stomach hasn’t been feeling well lately… I probably drank yogurt on an empty stomach when I went out this morning, and the coldness irritated my stomach a bit,” Chen Ke Yao said with a wry smile. “I’ll go buy some medicine and be right back.”
As he spoke, he was about to turn around when Rong Yi’s mother stopped him.
“Rest for a while if you’re not feeling well,” she said, pointing at Rong Yi. “When two people are together, they should take care of each other. Baby, you go.”
“…”
Rong Yi silently stood up, secretly glared at Chen Ke Yao, then went back to his room to put on his coat and went out.
Anyway, the medicine cabinet at home was basically empty. Thinking it was better to be prepared, Rong Yi bought a whole bunch of commonly used medicines, including stomach medicine.
This trip took about twenty minutes. When he got home, the three of them were sitting on the sofa watching TV happily. The TV had been a decoration since Rong Yi moved in. Chen Ke Yao had complained that he couldn’t figure out how to use the two remote controls after installing the set-top box, so it was just gathering dust.
They were watching a talent show that had been quite popular recently. A group of pretty Omegas were singing and dancing on the stage, which was quite pleasing to the eye.
Rong Yi hadn’t had time to put down the bag of medicine when he saw Chen Ke Yao frowning and looking at the TV, still pale and looking physically uncomfortable.
Just as he was thinking that something wasn’t right, the TV screen cut to a close-up. A young Omega who was even prettier than Zhou Li winked at the camera.
Immediately after, Chen Ke Yao covered his mouth and rushed into the bathroom.
Rong Yi stood there, dumbfounded.
Without his mother urging him, Rong Yi followed Chen Ke Yao into the bathroom at lightning speed this time. He looked at the guy who was leaning over the sink, retching, and spoke in a very angry tone.
“Chen Ke Yao, you’re going too far.”
Chen Ke Yao was throwing up so hard that he couldn’t speak.
Rong Yi finally couldn’t help it and did what he had been wanting to do for days: he kicked him in the butt.
“Tell me, what were you thinking when you were watching TV just now?! Aren’t you gay? How did your bad habits not get better and your aesthetic reverse so completely?”
Chen Ke Yao, who had been kicked, was still throwing up.
Rong Yi crossed his arms and paced around him.
“No wonder your reactions to me have been getting less and less obvious lately. Tell me, have you already lost your feelings for me?!”
Chen Ke Yao finally recovered, splashed some water on his face, and straightened up weakly.
“My stomach hurts,” he said.
Rong Yi snorted: “That excuse might fool my mom.”
“Really,” Chen Ke Yao said, walking up to him and hanging himself on him. “I didn’t eat breakfast, just drank a cup of yogurt, and now my whole stomach is cramping. Where’s the medicine you bought?”
Rong Yi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered something.
“Have you bought any yogurt lately?” he asked.
Chen Ke Yao shook his head: “There’s some in the fridge.”
Rong Yi quickly dragged this living disability to the hospital.
They hadn’t bought any recently, so the only possibility was the expired yogurt that this idiot had bought a while ago. How long had that been expired?
They arrived at the hospital in a flurry, and Chen Ke Yao almost threw up in front of the middle-aged doctor during the consultation. Rong Yi couldn’t help but laugh and cry.
The doctor told him to get a blood test first.
While waiting for the test results, Rong Yi accompanied Chen Ke Yao, sitting on a bench in the waiting area. He suddenly remembered that Chen Ke Yao had also accompanied him here late one night not long ago.
Rong Yi turned his head to look at the big guy next to him, who was curled up in discomfort and lying on his lap in an awkward position. His mother’s words just now flashed through his mind.
When two people are together, they should always take care of each other.
Rong Yi reached out and rubbed the back of his head: “Is it very uncomfortable?”
Chen Ke Yao raised his head and smiled at him: “It’s better now.”
“You’re not comfortable like this,” Rong Yi said. “Lean on my shoulder.”
So Chen Ke Yao sat up, leaned on him, adjusted his posture, and closed his eyes.
Rong Yi lowered his gaze and glanced at him, then leaned over as well.
He thought, it’s a good thing I’m tall. That way, the two of them can lean together just right.
The diagnosis was acute gastroenteritis and mild food poisoning.
Rong Yi asked the doctor if the gastroenteritis might be related to Chen Ke Yao’s recent forced vomiting. The doctor shook his head, saying, “Young man, you’re not trying to lose weight by inducing vomiting, are you? That’s definitely bad for your stomach.”
Rong Yi stayed with him while he was getting an IV, helping him hold the bottle and watching him go to the bathroom to throw up again. He didn’t know if it was because of the stomach discomfort or because he was thinking about something terrible again.
“It really is stomach discomfort…” Chen Ke Yao said, feeling particularly wronged. “I wouldn’t throw up even if I wanted to now, I would just feel a little uncomfortable and bear with it. If you don’t believe me, kiss me right now.”
Rong Yi wouldn’t dare, and ordered him to stay put and not talk nonsense.
He felt that Chen Ke Yao’s stomach problems were purely because he had been too unkind to himself lately. The doctor had said that it would get better slowly, but he insisted on going against his body.
“The stomach is very troublesome, and it’s very difficult to heal if it’s really injured. If it becomes chronic gastritis, you’ll be in trouble,” Rong Yi complained.
“But I really can’t help it,” Chen Ke Yao muttered softly, leaning back in his chair. “Unless you don’t appear in front of me. Oh… that won’t work either, I think about you even more when I can’t see you.”
Rong Yi glanced at him: “You’re short-sighted. What if you get sick now? Won’t I have to take care of you when you get older?”
Hearing this, Chen Ke Yao opened his eyes, looked up at him slightly, then lay back down and said, “I’m sorry.”
He was smiling the whole time he said it, with no sincerity at all.
Because the kitchen at home couldn’t be used, they had originally planned to order takeout for lunch and go to a nearby restaurant for dinner. Now that Chen Ke Yao was suddenly sick, everything was naturally simplified.
His parents went back to the hotel early and sent Rong Yi a message, saying that they would go to the airport themselves tomorrow and that Chen Ke Yao should rest more. They also said that they had left a red envelope on the coffee table, which they had originally wanted to give to their future son-in-law as a gift when they had dinner together tonight, but now it would save them the trouble of pushing it back and forth. It wasn’t much money, just a token of their appreciation.
Rong Yi escorted Chen Ke Yao back to his room and went to the coffee table to take a look. It was a thick stack.
He took the red envelope into Chen Ke Yao’s room and placed it on him.
“Here, this is for you.”
Chen Ke Yao was confused: “What’s this for?”
“…To take care of you,” Rong Yi said.
“Is it rent?” Chen Ke Yao said, then suddenly smiled. “The real estate agent called me a few days ago and said that it was about time to renew the lease, and asked when we were going to sign the contract again.”
“Ah…”
Chen Ke Yao was overjoyed: “I told him that there was no need, we were together and planning to get married soon.”
“…”
Rong Yi could probably imagine the real estate agent’s confusion at the time.
But what did he mean by “getting married soon?” You, weren’t we going to discuss this further?
“This is from my parents,” Rong Yi said, turning to walk out of the room. “Take your medicine first and rest for a while. I’ll find the rice cooker and make some porridge tonight.”
When he reached the kitchen door, he found that Chen Ke Yao had also followed him out.
“What are you doing?” Rong Yi frowned. “Go back, lie down.”
“I’m taking medicine, I don’t have any water,” Chen Ke Yao explained.
Rong Yi looked around and pointed to the living room: “There.”
His parents had taken the trash with them when they left, but they hadn’t cleaned up these things. There were still a few teacups on the table, including Chen Ke Yao’s. Rong Yi quickly walked over, picked up Chen Ke Yao’s cup, went to the water dispenser to get some water, and handed it over with the medicine.
Chen Ke Yao took the medicine with the water, then tilted his head slightly: “Why does this water taste weird?”
Hearing this, Rong Yi leaned over and sniffed the mouth of the cup, and his heart skipped a beat.
Old Rong didn’t have any hobbies, he just liked to have a little wine with every meal. He always carried a bottle of baijiu with him wherever he went. It wasn’t easy to bring it on the plane, but he heard that Chen Ke Yao had specially bought him two bottles of Moutai a few days ago. Rong Yi’s mother had specially praised Chen Ke Yao for being considerate and even bought him a small wine pot that was easy to carry and had good sealing properties.
Rong Yi had ordered some takeout for his parents on the way to the hospital for lunch. He guessed that his father had poured some to drink while he was eating, and had confusedly taken the wrong cup and not finished drinking it.
“Are you okay? Does your stomach hurt?” Rong Yi was a little panicked.
Chen Ke Yao’s alcohol tolerance was secondary. The doctor had just told him to eat a light diet, and he didn’t know how much he had actually drunk. If he hurt his stomach again, it wouldn’t be good. But fortunately, there probably wasn’t much left in the cup, and he had only taken a few sips after it was diluted, so the amount was very small.
“I’m fine,” Chen Ke Yao said calmly. “I feel warm in my stomach, it doesn’t hurt.”
Rong Yi was still worried. He hesitated for a moment, then pointed to his room: “You should go rest first… Remember to call me if you’re not feeling well, okay?”
“Okay,” Chen Ke Yao nodded. “I’ll take a nap this afternoon, so don’t come in.”
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Real estate agent:…?