TLSOTMTKOGAYWHTDI Chapter 98

Chapter 97: I’ll Help You?

Zhuo Huaimo’s hand bone had a slight fracture, so Qi Yanwang kept him at home, not allowing him to go anywhere, let alone do anything!

It was clearly a matter of fixing it with a cast for a period of time, but he was being treated like a cripple!

Zhuo Huaimo knew he was being cared for, so he tormented him in various ways.

In the misty bathroom, Qi Yanwang carefully helped Zhuo Huaimo step into the bathtub.

“Is the water temperature okay?”

He tested the water temperature, his fingertips inadvertently brushing against Zhuo Huaimo’s waist.

Zhuo Huaimo deliberately trembled slightly: “Cold.”

“Cold?”

Qi Yanwang hurriedly turned up the water temperature, “How about now?”

“Still cold.”

Zhuo Huaimo leaned back into his arms, “How about… Mr. Qi warms me up?”

Qi Yanwang’s breath hitched. Looking at the sly look in the other man’s eyes, he gritted his teeth:

“Zhuo Huaimo, are you doing this on purpose?”

“What’s wrong with me?”

Zhuo Huaimo blinked innocently, wet strands of hair brushing against Qi Yanwang’s collarbone,

“Isn’t it normal for a patient to be cold?”

Qi Yanwang took a deep breath and picked up a bath sponge to scrub his back, deliberately avoiding the sensitive areas.

But Zhuo Huaimo simply wouldn’t behave. Every time he touched his waist dimples, he would deliberately twist, splashing water all over them.

“Don’t move.”

Qi Yanwang’s voice tightened, but the strength in his hands unconsciously lessened, “What if you touch the wound?”

Zhuo Huaimo turned to face him, water droplets sliding down his collarbone: “Then be gentle.”

The scene was too stimulating. Qi Yanwang suddenly stood up: “You’re done washing!”

“I haven’t rinsed off the soap yet.”

Zhuo Huaimo raised his right hand, which was in a cast, “Mr. Qi doesn’t care about me anymore?”

Qi Yanwang closed his eyes and resigned himself to picking up the showerhead.

The warm water flowed over Zhuo Huaimo’s skin, and he deliberately let out a comfortable sigh:

“Mmm… Mr. Qi’s technique is really good…”

“Zhuo Huaimo!”

Qi Yanwang turned off the water in one swift motion, “If you keep this up…”

“Keep what up?”

Zhuo Huaimo looked up at him, the steam making his eyes particularly bright, “Does Mr. Qi want to punish the patient?”

Qi Yanwang abruptly bent down, but stopped short before his lips touched Zhuo Huaimo’s: “…I’ll wait until you’re better.”

While drying off, Zhuo Huaimo acted up again. He stood in front of the mirror, watching Qi Yanwang tie his bathrobe belt with reddened ears, and suddenly leaned closer: “Mr. Qi, your ears are so red.”

“I’m hot.”

“Then why are only your ears red?”

Zhuo Huaimo’s fingers slid down his chest, “Is it hot anywhere else?”

Qi Yanwang grabbed his mischievous hand: “Zhuo Huaimo!”

“It hurts…” Zhuo Huaimo immediately frowned.

Qi Yanwang panicked: “Did I touch the cast? Let me see…”

“I’m kidding.”

Zhuo Huaimo suddenly laughed, “Mr. Qi is so easy to fool.”

Qi Yanwang’s teeth itched with anger, but he couldn’t do anything about it, so he could only pick him up in his arms.

“Sleep!”

In the bedroom, Zhuo Huaimo was still restless in Qi Yanwang’s arms.

He traced circles on his abdominal muscles with his finger: “Mr. Qi’s gym results have been pretty good lately…”

Qi Yanwang grabbed his hand: “Move again, and you’ll bear the consequences.”

Zhuo Huaimo not only didn’t stop, but intensified his exploration downward: “What consequences?”

Qi Yanwang suddenly flipped over, pinning him underneath, but stopped short when he touched the cast, his forehead pressed against his shoulder as he panted heavily:

“…You win.”

Zhuo Huaimo looked at the redness around his eyes from holding back and suddenly felt a pang of sympathy.

His fingers gently caressed his cheek: “I’ll help you?”

Qi Yanwang abruptly looked up: “Your hand…”

“My left hand isn’t injured.”

Zhuo Huaimo chuckled, “Or… does Mr. Qi find me repulsive?”

The next second, Qi Yanwang’s kisses rained down, but he restrained himself at the last moment:

“…No, you’re still injured.”

Zhuo Huaimo had already untied his pajama pants: “Patients also need appropriate exercise.”

Afterward, Qi Yanwang wiped his mouth with a red face, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a treasure:

“…Don’t do that again.”

“Don’t you like it?”

“…I like it too much.”

Qi Yanwang hugged him tightly, “That’s why I can’t bear to.”

Zhuo Huaimo leaned against his chest, listening to his still-racing heartbeat, and suddenly said, “Yanwang, actually I…”

“Hmm?”

“I’m a little scared.”

Zhuo Huaimo’s voice was very soft, “I’m afraid that after investigating, I’ll find out that my parents really…”

Qi Yanwang tightened his arms: “No matter what the result, I’ll be here.”

“I know.”

Zhuo Huaimo looked up at him, “That’s why I dare to continue investigating.”

Moonlight streamed in through the curtains. Qi Yanwang looked at the peaceful sleeping face in his arms and gently kissed the top of his head.

The weekend sunlight was just right, and the scent of barbecue wafted through the backyard of the Qi family villa.

The executives of Xingyue Media gathered in small groups, laughter frequently erupting.

“Director Zhuo is recovering well!”

The production director walked over with a beer in hand, “His complexion is much better than last week.”

Zhuo Huaimo shook his right hand in its cast: “All thanks to Mr. Qi’s ‘meticulous care’.”

The deliberately emphasized tone made Qi Yanwang’s ears turn red in the distance as he pretended to focus on flipping the barbecue.

“CEO Yu is here!” someone shouted.

Everyone turned to see Yu Fengran leading a strange man into the garden.

The man wore a simple light gray shirt, and his eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses curved slightly, giving him a gentle, scholarly air.

“Let me introduce everyone,”

Yu Fengran rarely showed a shy smile, “This is Lin Jianhe, my boyfriend.”

“Wow!” several female colleagues immediately made heart eyes, “CEO Yu is so lucky!”

Lin Jianhe smiled and nodded to everyone, his gaze pausing imperceptibly on Zhuo Huaimo as it swept across the crowd.

“What does Mr. Lin do?” Zhuo Huaimo asked casually.

“Certified public accountant,”

Yu Fengran answered proudly, “Works at PricewaterhouseCoopers.”

Lin Jianhe pushed up his glasses and took a delicate box from his briefcase: “I heard that Director Zhuo was injured, so I brought some supplements.”

The box contained high-quality American ginseng, beautifully packaged but not ostentatious.

“You’re too kind.” Zhuo Huaimo politely accepted it.

“It’s what I should do.”

Lin Jianhe’s tone was sincere, “Fengran often mentions you, saying you’re the director he admires most.”

Qi Yanwang walked over and offered a glass of juice: “Mr. Lin, would you like something to drink?”

“Thank you, mineral water is fine.” Lin Jianhe took the glass, his fingers steady without a trace of tremor.

In the sunlight, the man named Lin Jianhe looked gentle and courteous—a well-mannered smile on his sharply defined face, clear eyes behind his glasses, even the slightly forward-leaning posture when he spoke was just right.

“Does Mr. Lin usually like to watch movies?” Zhuo Huaimo asked casually.

“Occasionally.”

Lin Jianhe sipped his water, “I recently watched the trailer for *Dawn*, and I’m looking forward to the finished film.”

Qi Yanwang raised an eyebrow: “Mr. Lin knows a lot about movies?”

“Just a little.”

Lin Jianhe smiled modestly, “I’m usually too busy with work, so watching movies is a rare form of relaxation.”

At the barbecue grill, Lin Jianhe proactively helped Yu Fengran turn the skewers, his movements skilled.

“Jianhe is a very good cook.”

Yu Fengran proudly showed off to everyone, “The last time he made Wellington steak, it was better than a Michelin restaurant.”

Lin Jianhe smiled shyly: “Fengran is exaggerating.”

Zhuo Huaimo noticed that whenever Yu Fengran spoke, Lin Jianhe’s gaze would always fall on him gently, the kind of focused expression that couldn’t be faked.

“How long have you been together?” a colleague asked curiously.

“More than half a year.”

Yu Fengran’s face flushed slightly, “We met during an auditing project.”

Lin Jianhe added appropriately: “I was amazed by Fengran’s work ability at the time.”

The crowd made good-natured jeering noises. Amidst the laughter, no one noticed Lin Jianhe taking the opportunity of pushing up his glasses to quickly scan Zhuo Huaimo’s right hand in its cast again.

“Mr. Lin looks very young,”

Zhuo Huaimo asked seemingly casually, “How long have you worked at PricewaterhouseCoopers?”

“Five years.”

Lin Jianhe answered naturally, “I was previously in the London branch, and only transferred back to China last year.”

Qi Yanwang handed him a plate of grilled vegetables: “Try this.”

“Thank you.”

Lin Jianhe took the plate, his fingers inadvertently brushing against Qi Yanwang’s wrist, “Mr. Qi’s cooking is really good.”

When seeing them off in the evening, Yu Fengran reluctantly held Lin Jianhe’s hand: “You must come to my birthday next week.”

“Definitely.”

Lin Jianhe promised gently, turning to the crowd, “Sorry for the interruption today, I’ll treat everyone to dinner another day.”

Watching them leave, Qi Yanwang put his arm around Zhuo Huaimo’s shoulders: “Yu Fengran has good taste this time.”

“Yeah,”

Zhuo Huaimo nodded, “They look very well-matched, but he looks a little familiar, like I’ve seen him somewhere!”

Qi Yanwang pinched his cheeks and turned his face towards him, “Do you think every handsome guy looks familiar? I’m going to bite you!”

Zhuo Huaimo was amused by him, “Aren’t you being childish?”

“I’m really going to bite you!”

“Go ahead and bite!”

“Woof, woof woof—”

In the car on the way back, Lin Jianhe took off his glasses and rubbed his temples.

“Are you tired?” Yu Fengran asked with concern.

“A little.” Lin Jianhe put his glasses back on, the corners of his mouth curving into a gentle arc,

“But I’m very happy to have met your friends.”

As the car drove away from the villa area, he took out his phone and sent an encrypted message:

[Target confirmed. Plan continues.]

He immediately deleted the record after sending it, turning to give Yu Fengran a doting smile:

“What do you want to eat? I’ll make it for you when we get back.”

In the night, no one saw the cold glint that flashed in his eyes behind his glasses.

A moment later, his phone screen lit up again, and an encrypted message popped up:

[Solve both of them together. Double the reward.]

Attached to the message was a photo—Qi Yanwang and Zhuo Huaimo walking side by side.

Lin Jianhe tapped the screen with his fingertip and replied:

[Deal.]

The person on the other end of the screen clicked on the photo, zoomed in, and studied it carefully.

The Qi family crest reflected on the screen before quickly replying to Lin Jianhe,

[Don’t disappoint me.]

Lin Jianhe deleted all records, turning to look at the night scenery speeding past the car window.

The light and shadow of the streetlights cast mottled shadows on his glasses, obscuring the murderous intent that flashed in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Yu Fengran asked with concern.

“Nothing.” Lin Jianhe gently took his hand, “Just thinking about what to make you for a midnight snack.”