Green Tea Enters The Story Of Abuse [Book] Chapter 10
byChapter 10: Confusing People Anytime, Anywhere?
The Xing Family was the largest shareholder of this private hospital, and Old Master Xing was the only patient on this floor.
Madam Xing led An Yu to an empty room and warned him, “Don’t think of any more tricks. A year from now, we go our separate ways. If I find you being dishonest in any way…”
An Yu understood. Xing Zhan and Madam Xing had already discussed this.
It made sense. Madam Xing was straightforward and sincere. If he were Xing Zhan, he would also explain things clearly beforehand to prevent her from being deceived.
He nodded. “I understand.”
Madam Xing, who had expected An Yu to argue, was speechless.
An Yu promised, “I will leave in a year and will absolutely not cling to you. Before then, I will take good care of Grandpa and take good care of Brother Xing. Please rest assured.”
Madam Xing looked at him suspiciously. “What game are you playing?”
An Yu never played games; he loved brewing tea.
With the art of tea on his mind, he lowered his eyes sadly, and a tear plopped onto the floor. “I was too stubborn before. My parents favored my elder brother, and I was angry, acting on impulse…”
Compared to being greedy for vanity and stealing the marriage, temporary anger after being neglected was clearly less detestable, especially since the An Family truly showed blatant favoritism, which was easy to verify.
So that was it. He was crying, so it seemed he genuinely regretted it. Madam Xing said, “As long as you are obedient from now on, I won’t make things difficult for you.”
An Yu, who had just started his Green Tea Arts, was speechless.
He stopped crying under Madam Xing’s comfort and proactively asked about Old Master Xing’s preferences and condition.
Madam Xing spoke in detail; it was clear she took meticulous care of Old Master Xing.
An Yu listened carefully, thinking that this world seemed to have a “good people don’t live long” rule. The Original Host was one, Old Master Xing was one, and Madam Xing was one too.
He didn’t know how much he could change, but since he had Transmigrated, he would do his best.
After a brief training session, An Yu followed Madam Xing to see Old Master Xing.
At this time, Xing Zhan was rushing to the hospital.
A large overseas project had run into trouble that morning, and he had been working overtime to handle it. After leaving the conference room, he routinely asked about the hospital situation and learned that Madam Xing and An Yu had spoken privately.
Madam Xing utterly loathed hypocritical and greedy people.
If An Yu accidentally provoked her and it escalated to the Old Master…
Xing Zhan arrived at the door of the ward and heard the Old Master’s hearty laughter coming from inside, instantly freezing.
He hadn’t heard that kind of laughter in a long time.
Xing Zhan stood quietly for a moment, listening. He realized the Old Master was reminiscing about his glorious past with An Yu.
And An Yu, who looked innocent, was surprisingly an eager listener. After every anecdote, he would offer a thought or a question, and his questions were insightful.
The old man and the young man were quickly forming a bond that transcended age.
As an observer, Xing Zhan could tell that An Yu was deliberately guiding the Old Master to be cheerful, and he couldn’t help but feel relieved.
He seemed to have underestimated An Yu.
This little imposter, who looked fair and delicate, as if he had never done manual labor, surprisingly knew the characteristics of domestic and foreign firearms like the back of his hand, as if he had been forged in a hail of bullets.
An Yu was not forged in a hail of bullets.
He had filmed a gunfight movie in his previous life.
It was a large-budget production, and the crew had specially invited a firearms expert to be on set. An Yu, seeing such an authority figure available for free, often ran errands for the expert and learned a lot.
An Yu was always like this.
The scarcity of his upbringing kept his desire to learn very strong.
The film crew happened to be full of hidden talents.
Historical dramas brought in master calligraphers and painters, martial arts dramas had top choreographers, and geomancy dramas featured real Daoists… As long as he could interact with them, he absorbed knowledge like a sponge.
An Yu didn’t know what tomorrow would bring back then, but he knew that learning was earning, and he was moving upward.
Unexpectedly, learning skills also accumulated connections.
People instinctively appreciate those who share their interests, and An Yu loved every field he studied.
Later, many of An Yu’s resources were introduced by these masters who treated him like a semi-disciple. Because of his poor background but good looks, he was targeted several times by people wanting to possess him, and it was these connections that protected him.
Although this world came from a novel, the infrastructure the novelist referenced was based on the original world.
An Yu was therefore able to chat enthusiastically with Old Master Xing using his knowledge from his previous life.
Old Master Xing, a man who had spent half his life in the cutthroat business world and achieved great success, had endless things An Yu could learn from, whether it was his methods, foresight, or perspective.
Therefore, An Yu’s admiration, astonishment, and reverence were all genuine.
Old Master Xing had judged countless people and could naturally discern the sincerity of An Yu’s emotions, which made him like him even more.
However, no matter how much he liked An Yu, after dinner, the Old Master still urged An Yu and Xing Zhan to go home.
It was inappropriate for a newly married couple to stay at the hospital.
An Yu didn’t dawdle. He hugged Xing Zhan’s arm and said, “Then I’ll come back to see you tomorrow. Brother Xing can focus on his work, and I can come here to study with you.”
Xing Zhan stiffened, not moving.
Old Master Xing smiled broadly. “That sounds wonderful.”
An Yu added, “I’ll come tomorrow at noon, Grandpa. I love fish, and I also want to drink sparerib soup.”
Xing Zhan’s heart stirred. The doctor had advised the Old Master to eat more high-protein foods like fish and shrimp for his health, but the Old Master didn’t like seafood.
When Old Master Xing heard he could eat lunch with An Yu tomorrow, he happily said, “I remember! Grandpa will tell the kitchen to prepare it!”
After leaving the ward, Xing Zhan couldn’t help but glance at An Yu several times.
Wu Yuan saw this. After starting the car, he immediately lowered the partition between the front and back seats.
Xing Zhan was silent.
An Yu, before the partition fully closed, smiled brightly and said, “Thank you, Brother Yuan!”
Wu Yuan was Xing Zhan’s trusted confidant, so building a good relationship was definitely the right move.
Wu Yuan, his good deed hidden, couldn’t help but let his lips curl up slightly.
Xing Zhan thought: Brother… Yuan?
An Yu saw Xing Zhan looking at him, so he scooted closer and said, “Brother, I have something to tell you.”
Xing Zhan gave him a cold glance. Seeing his bright, clear eyes, the same look he had when calling someone else “Brother,” Xing Zhan thought: Confusing people anytime, anywhere, doesn’t that get tiring?
An Yu was used to Xing Zhan’s seriousness.
He reported his work schedule earnestly: “I promised Mom that I would cooperate with you in taking good care of Grandpa, and I won’t bother you in the future. For Grandpa, I plan to go over every afternoon to keep him company. How does that sound?”
Xing Zhan didn’t like An Yu’s overly familiar manner, but rationally judged that An Yu’s plan was sound.
He said, “That works.”
An Yu relaxed, knowing Xing Zhan was a germaphobe, and moved back to his own seat.
Back home, before getting out of the car, An Yu asked Xing Zhan, “Brother, should I wait for you tonight before sleeping?”
They had eaten dinner at the hospital, and Xing Zhan was a workaholic, so he would definitely go to the study now.
Xing Zhan automatically translated the deeper meaning in An Yu’s words. His deep-set eyes, handsome yet cold in the dim twilight, replied, “No need to wait. Don’t wait for me ever again.”
An Yu: …Actually, this time he was just asking if he should wait to sleep platonically.
That night, An Yu happily watched a show and went to bed promptly at ten.
The only downside was that he couldn’t take a bath, only a quick shower.
He had already drawn the bathwater, but after taking off his clothes, he noticed bruises on his arms and shoulders. He had initially thought it was just soreness from over-exercising that morning and hadn’t paid attention to it before.
At eleven o’clock, An Yu was woken up when the cuff of his loose pajamas brushed against his elbow.
Xing Zhan gripped his wrist, frowning as he looked at the egg-sized bruise on his forearm. It had been perfectly clear last night. “What happened here?”