PPS Chapter 17
by VolareChapter 17: The Small Studio
Gu Yusen chatted with Mason for ten minutes, and before he could even think, Chu Zhaoyi was already eagerly urging him to go home.
He held a rose in his hand, which he had just stuffed into Gu Yusen’s hand, in exchange for those ten minutes.
“That’s basically it. I hope Mr. Gu can be present for the next therapy session. I believe the effect will be better.” Mason naturally saw Chu Zhaoyi’s longing gaze. Thinking of the boy’s dark, hollow eyes when facing him, he couldn’t help but find it a bit amusing.
Gu Yusen nodded, pushed open the door, grabbed the boy by the collar, and scolded him gruffly,
“Restless.”
Chu Zhaoyi tapped Gu Yusen on the head with the rose. The delicate petals scattered onto the ground due to the force, falling lightly.
Gu Yusen felt that Chu Zhaoyi was getting bolder and bolder.
“Go home, go home, Brother Sanmu.”
“Hmph, you can’t go back today. Go to the hospital to get some medicine. Didn’t you finish your previous medicine?” Gu Yusen was referring to Chu Zhaoyi’s only remaining bottle, the one that Officer Liu had checked and found to be just vitamins.
He felt that it was a miracle that this boy had lived this long.
That medicine was used to stabilize the boy’s emotions. He had just asked Mason, and Mason said that Chu Zhaoyi’s condition was relatively serious, and he couldn’t read anything deeper in just one hour.
He could continue to take the previous medicine.
“Finished,” Chu Zhaoyi sighed deeply, sat in the passenger seat, unhappily wanting to curl up into a ball, but found that the space here was too small to do so.
Angrily, he slapped Gu Yusen’s thigh.
The innocent Gu Yusen grimaced in pain.
“Chu Zhaoyi!”
It was impotent rage.
Because Chu Zhaoyi had already closed his eyes and was preparing to sleep.
“I! Hate! Little! Deafie!”
Chu Zhaoyi’s eyelids twitched, and the corners of his mouth curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile, which he quickly suppressed.
No one noticed.
*
The two returned home two hours later, at lunchtime. Gu Yusen originally wanted to grab a bite outside, but Chu Zhaoyi refused to budge, sitting in the car and refusing to move his butt.
Gu Yusen could only come back.
He was starving. He picked up his rice and ate a lot, filling himself up halfway before noticing that Chu Zhaoyi across from him had only made a small dent in his bowl.
His chopsticks had already been placed on the other side.
He looked like he didn’t plan to eat anymore.
“Eat some more,” Gu Yusen took on the role of a mother hen, thinking that his child was eating so little, no wonder he was as thin as a bone.
Chu Zhaoyi slowly picked up his chopsticks and brought a small bite of rice to his mouth.
“Just this little?”
“You said to eat a little more. This is a little! Brother Sanmu isn’t allowed to bully me!” Chu Zhaoyi angrily slammed his chopsticks on the table.
Gu Yusen was getting blamed for things by this person several times a day. He was used to it, but he still couldn’t help but feel annoyed.
An unreasonable little ingrate.
“Fine, fine, fine, if you’re hungry this afternoon, I won’t give you anything to eat!”
Despite saying that, Gu Yusen still sneaked into Chu Zhaoyi’s small studio before leaving and left some snacks.
Afraid that he would be a little hungry.
In the evening, Gu Yusen, who had worked all afternoon and didn’t even have time to go home for dinner, took off his clothes and went straight to the studio, picked up Chu Zhaoyi, who was lying on the ground, and took him back to the bedroom.
The whole process was smooth and effortless.
He was used to it. Chu Zhaoyi would just lie down and sleep wherever he was when he was sleepy.
Gu Yusen had told him several times, but he wouldn’t listen, so he had to put a large cushion in a corner of the studio, covered it with a fluffy sheet, and on top of that was a blue blanket that Gu Yusen had spent a long time picking out.