Green Tea Enters The Story Of Abuse [Book] Chapter 11
byChapter 11 Taking Off Clothes.
Xing Zhan examined it closely. The injury on An Yu’s arm was definitely not a scrape.
It covered such a large area, with blunt edges and countless evenly distributed bleeding points. It was clearly caused by a punch.
If his arm was like this, what about the rest of him?
Was that phone call last night made to a dog?
An Yu was his person now. How dare An Pinghai…
Xing Zhan also felt that An Yu deserved some discipline for daring to disrupt the marriage, but he deeply detested the act of elders physically abusing their children.
Especially since An Pinghai seemed more concerned about whether the marriage with the Xing Family could still proceed than about his eldest son’s ruined wedding.
Seeing An Yu remain silent, Xing Zhan frowned, “What exactly happened?”
An Yu: …I’m making it up now.
He sat up and tidied the quilt he had messed up while sleeping. After stalling for ten seconds, he had formulated his story.
An Yu said, “It wasn’t him this time. An Shi and I got into a fight.”
Green Tea Arts also had levels.
Telling outright lies was something only low-level green teas did.
An Yu preferred leaving things unsaid and speaking the truth just enough to allow for lingering interpretation, and it couldn’t be disproven.
For example, “It wasn’t him this time,” was the unsaid part.
Xing Zhan was smart enough to realize that this phrase implied he had been hit by An Pinghai before, which was true.
An Yu confessed sincerely, “He said you were ruthless and that everyone was afraid of you, and that he could only stay safely at home because I stole you away.”
“He doesn’t know at all that you are very reasonable and generous, and a good person.”
“He didn’t care at all about me stealing the marriage, but to retaliate against him, I gambled my entire life…”
An Yu lowered his head further as he spoke, “I couldn’t help it, so I hit him. I know I shouldn’t cause trouble, but he is truly annoying…”
Xing Zhan noticed An Yu’s words, “It wasn’t him this time.” What about before?
Previously, when An Yu told Madam Xing that his parents were biased, Xing Zhan didn’t believe it at all, but An Yu’s unconscious words seemed to corroborate something. Could it be that the so-called threat of suicide was merely An Shi taking advantage of the situation?
Xing Zhan asked, “Where else are you injured?”
Getting injured fighting a weakling like An Shi was embarrassing. An Yu pursed his lips. “I think that’s it. I don’t feel any pain elsewhere.”
He paused, then added, “They only dared to show favoritism; they didn’t dare hit me. They only acted that way because they are afraid of you.”
He looked up, his eyes sparkling. “Brother, don’t mind what An Shi said. Being capable attracts jealousy, I understand!”
Was that the point?
Xing Zhan was not good with words. He said concisely, “Take off your clothes.”
An Yu: “…”
A few minutes later, An Yu was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing only his underwear.
Xing Zhan wasn’t his husband yet, and he had clearly rejected him before. An Yu had drawn a line in his heart about not crossing boundaries, so being so lightly dressed now made him quite uncomfortable.
Xing Zhan turned on the main light, glanced at An Yu, and subconsciously looked away, only to look back a few seconds later.
Under the bright light, a figure like a jade statue sat on the bed’s edge—fair skin, slender limbs, his neck slightly bowed, his shoulder blades delicate…
He was indeed very thin, but his thinness was exquisite and pitifully beautiful.
Xing Zhan noticed bruises on An Yu’s shoulders, back, and legs. Because his skin was so fair, these injuries were particularly shocking.
He found the ointment for promoting blood circulation and reducing swelling, and commanded coolly, “Apply it yourself.”
Because he was close, he naturally glanced at An Yu’s tightly closed legs. They looked better than in the photos.
An Yu nodded. “Thank you.”
He slowly applied the ointment. He couldn’t reach his back, so he left it. After finishing, he sat still on the edge of the bed.
Xing Zhan said, “Not sleeping?”
An Yu explained, “I’m letting it air dry, or it will stain the quilt.”
Top-tier aristocratic families were different; everything they used was the best. Of course, even if it wasn’t the best, one should still take care of it.
Xing Zhan was stunned.
He was letting it air dry not because sleeping would be uncomfortable, but because it would stain the quilt.
So, the An Family really didn’t treat him well?
Xing Zhan took the ointment, told An Yu to turn his back to him, and applied the medicine to his back.
The ointment needed to be spread and massaged with the warmth of the palm for maximum absorption.
An Yu’s skin was very soft, and slightly cool…
Xing Zhan applied the ointment faster and faster. Before An Yu could turn around, he tossed the ointment to him. “I’m going to wash my hands.”
An Yu: “…Oh.”
He felt Xing Zhan walked away quickly. That made sense; enduring his germaphobia to apply medicine for him must have been difficult.
The ointment absorbed quickly. An Yu soon burrowed into the quilt.
He intended to wait for Xing Zhan to return before sleeping, but he was unexpectedly exhausted and drifted off without realizing it.
When Xing Zhan returned, An Yu was already fast asleep, clutching the corner of the quilt.
He wasn’t surprised. The ointment relieved pain, calmed the nerves, and had a hypnotic effect.
Xing Zhan saw the pile of pajamas and sleep pants crumpled at the foot of the bed.
He looked once, then looked again.
His eyes hurt.
He folded the clothes and pants neatly and placed them on the stool at the foot of the bed before finally relaxing.
He relaxed too soon.
An Yu, without pajamas, slept even more unrestrainedly. Either his head would lean over, or his leg would stretch out, and every part of him was bare…
Xing Zhan had no choice but to get out of bed, returning much later with a chill clinging to him, repeating this cycle several times.
An Yu had a very comfortable sleep. When he woke up early, Xing Zhan was gone.
His head was near where Xing Zhan’s head should have been, and Xing Zhan’s pillow was on the floor.
An Yu guiltily picked up the pillow, thinking he should ask the servants to change the bedding in the bedroom later.
After washing up, he went to the dining room.
This time, the servants in the dining room treated him with great respect, asking him what he wanted to eat.
An Yu said he wanted Chinese food.
He had been poor and rich, but his stomach had always been simple. He loved hot, filling food, and most importantly, he wanted mutton soup.
The servants had been cautious since An Yu arrived, afraid of becoming the next Ma Hua.
The pay here was good, the work was easy, and no one wanted to lose their job.
Unexpectedly, An Yu didn’t complain about anything or say a single unpleasant word. He was like a good-natured boy next door. After ordering, he even said that if any ingredients were missing and a dish couldn’t be made, they could substitute it with something else.
An Yu was not surprised by the servants’ eager attitude.
People were like this; good and evil, strength and weakness, often lay in a single thought. A brief exchange, clarifying the boundaries, was good for everyone.
After leaving the dining room, An Yu called the pet hospital.
He had sent the Little Orange Cat to the hospital yesterday for a check-up and thorough cleaning, so it would be ready to make its appearance.
After all, this was someone else’s home, and the owner had a phobia of germs. What if he wasn’t meticulous enough and couldn’t stay?
The pet hospital staff said the kitten was on its way.
When breakfast was ready, An Yu also received the kitten.
The person and the cat were extremely affectionate with each other.
Xing Zhan came downstairs and saw An Yu and a small orange cat bumping heads playfully. It was very cute.
As he got closer, he saw the notch on the cat’s ear.
This was An Shi’s cat.
So, when An Yu returned to the An Family yesterday, he not only hit someone but also stole a cat?
How was this different from a bully…