MRFD Chapter 35

Chapter 35

The special benefits section when joining the fan club did indeed state “Opportunity to receive exclusive benefits at meet-and-greets,” but at the time, Rong Yi felt the probability was too low and didn’t have any expectations.

He never expected to actually become one of the lucky ones. Rong Yi was overjoyed.

But right now, he couldn’t find anyone to share this elation with. His only fellow fan, Zhang, was working hard, and if he, who had taken the day off, went to cheer, he would probably be despised.

Holding the ticket, he paced around the room twice. His brain, still dizzy from not fully recovering from his fever, began to protest.

Rong Yi jumped onto the bed, kissed the ticket forcefully, and then pulled out his phone to start arranging his schedule.

After leaving Chen Ke Yao’s room, taking his medicine, and getting plenty of rest, Rong Yi woke up again after a long nap. Except for some muscle soreness and weakness, he felt much better. His head wasn’t spinning, his vision was clear, and he was beaming with joy.

He even felt capable of preparing dinner himself.

Walking out of his room, he faintly heard the sound of someone stir-frying in the kitchen. Ms. Lan had already left, so it had to be Chen Ke Yao.

This guy actually knows how to cook?

Very curious, Rong Yi walked in and asked, “What kind of dark cuisine are you making?”

Immediately afterward, his heart skipped a beat.

Ms. Lan, holding a spatula, turned around with a smile: “Oh dear, it seems I’ve really burnt this eggplant a bit.”

“Sorry, I thought…” Rong Yi hurriedly tried to explain.

“He’s out,” Ms. Lan smiled. “He said he’d be back before 4:30, so it should be soon, right?”

“Um… Ms. Lan,” Rong Yi hesitated for a moment, but couldn’t help but ask, “Where are you staying tonight?”

“Yao Yao found me a hotel nearby,” Ms. Lan said. “You’re still not well, and eating takeout isn’t healthy or nutritious. I thought I’d come over and make dinner for you while I had the afternoon free.”

Rong Yi was instantly moved.

“Ms. Lan, I’m so sorry for taking up your room and making you work so hard. I…”

“Don’t be so polite. You and Yao Yao get along well, so we’ll be family sooner or later,” Ms. Lan turned her head and smiled at him. “Go rest a bit more. I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.”

This was the first time Rong Yi felt so guilty and ashamed after pretending to be someone’s boyfriend countless times.

Ms. Lan was too good, gentle, beautiful, and so considerate and caring. She was practically a goddess. Deceiving such an elder made the guilt in Rong Yi’s heart swell to the point of explosion.

But amidst the turmoil, he was also very puzzled.

Not long ago, he had met Chen Ke Yao’s father. Ignoring his obvious outward advantages, this uncle was a bit wishy-washy and nagging, but his temper wasn’t bad, and he was a pretty gentle person, not difficult to get along with.

Considering their appearances, they could definitely be called a perfect match. From the perspective of those around them at the time of their accidental union, it might even have been considered a match made in heaven.

There must have been many people who regretted their separation. Why did these two such well-matched people end up like this?

Surely that handsome uncle wasn’t actually a heartless playboy, was he?

With that kind of appearance, it would be easy to deceive a young and innocent Omega. If that were the case, Ms. Lan must have suffered a lot.

He wondered if this kind of philandering gene was hereditary. Chen Ke Yao, although he didn’t seem to have those kinds of messy relationships for the time being, it was probably because he couldn’t, not because he didn’t want to.

After all, very few Alphas could accept homosexuality, and even if they finally met someone, it didn’t necessarily mean they were compatible.

So, it was hard to say whether this guy was a playboy or not.

For now, he could be called Schrödinger’s Chen Ke Yao.

Rong Yi lay in bed, imagining all sorts of scenarios. After a while, he faintly heard some sounds outside the door.

Soon, someone knocked on his door.

“How are you?” Chen Ke Yao poked half his body in from outside. “Feeling better?”

Rong Yi blinked at him twice, then raised his hand and beckoned his finger: “Come here.”

Chen Ke Yao was very puzzled. After hesitating for a moment, he walked in, looking quite nervous as he closed the door. His voice was unconsciously lowered as he spoke.

“…What’s wrong?”

“Why hasn’t your dad been coming over lately?” Rong Yi asked softly, like a thief.

Chen Ke Yao originally thought he was going to say something else, but he couldn’t help but laugh when he heard this: “Of course he comes, it’s just that you’re always at work when he does.”

“Then…”

“But I told him Ms. Lan was here, so he probably won’t come these days.”

Rong Yi tentatively asked, “…Why?”

“Because there’s no need to meet, I guess.” Chen Ke Yao shook his head as he spoke. “Let’s not talk about this, are you feeling better?”

As he asked, he naturally reached out and placed his palm on Rong Yi’s forehead.

“Seems like the fever’s gone.”

Rong Yi carefully shrank his neck, feeling inexplicably nervous: “I just measured it, it’s gone.”

“It really came and went quickly,” Chen Ke Yao looked relieved. “Dinner’s not ready yet, are you hungry now?”

“…I don’t want any more yogurt!” Rong Yi shook his head vigorously.

Chen Ke Yao immediately laughed: “I bought you some snacks, come out and eat.”

He bought Rong Yi a small cake, strawberry flavored.

The taste was good, but it was hard not to feel uncomfortable being watched while eating.

Rong Yi was very uneasy: “…What are you doing? Don’t you have anything else to do?”

Chen Ke Yao nodded frankly: “Yeah.”

“…Your editor is going to cry.” Rong Yi lowered his head to eat the cake, not looking at him.

“Is it good?” Chen Ke Yao asked.

Rong Yi still didn’t raise his head: “It’s okay, I guess.”

“Hmm…” Chen Ke Yao said thoughtfully, “I just thought you should like strawberry flavor.”

“…”

It wasn’t an illusion, this guy was definitely deliberately mocking him. If he responded now, he would only give the other party a chance to press their advantage.

But completely ignoring it also felt frustrating. Rong Yi poked the big strawberry on the cake twice with his fork, then raised his head and glared at Chen Ke Yao.

But the other party didn’t care, still looking quite happy.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like fresh strawberries? Then give it to me.” After Chen Ke Yao said that, he actually leaned over and opened his mouth at him, “Ah—”

“…”

Rong Yi hesitated.

At that moment, he actually wanted to refuse, but when his eyes met Chen Ke Yao’s obviously smiling gaze, he inexplicably and spontaneously poked the strawberry and sent it to his mouth.

In the instant that Chen Ke Yao lowered his eyes and bit the strawberry, Rong Yi’s diaphragm involuntarily twitched.

Quickly pulling his hand back, he felt inexplicably nervous. He thought about saying something to cover up his emotions, but he saw Chen Ke Yao suddenly frown. Not just his eyebrows, his whole face was wrinkled.

“Wow… Why is it so cold?” He chewed with a look of pain. “And so sour! My teeth are going soft.”

“You’re the one who wanted to eat it.”

Rong Yi lowered his head, forked up the remaining half of the cake, stuffed it all into his mouth, then stood up, ran back to his room, and closed the door.

Most of the big strawberries on the cake weren’t tasty.

But the cake itself was sweet, and Rong Yi liked it very much. He did prefer strawberry flavor.

Chen Ke Yao always liked to give him food before dinner, which was a bad habit.

When they got to the dining table, Rong Yi didn’t have much of an appetite for the table of dishes that Ms. Lan had painstakingly come to cook for them. But to avoid making Ms. Lan sad, he forced himself to eat.

For some reason, Chen Ke Yao, who had only eaten a strawberry, didn’t seem to have much of an appetite either.

Rong Yi secretly suspected that he had been chugging yogurt again. After all, there were only a few hours left before it expired, and there seemed to be a whole carton left in the refrigerator. Halfway through his thoughts, he suddenly realized that they had actually finished two whole cartons of yogurt from yesterday until now.

Chen Ke Yao was probably going to smell like yogurt all over.

If he kissed him now, would he also…?

Rong Yi was startled by his own thoughts, and his face immediately flushed red.

He should eat properly and stop thinking nonsense.

He shoveled a big mouthful of rice, stuffing his whole mouth full. When he looked up, he found Chen Ke Yao was looking at him.

Feeling that his eating posture was not very elegant at the moment, Rong Yi didn’t have time to feel embarrassed before he saw the other party’s face turn pale.

“Um,” Chen Ke Yao put down his chopsticks. “I have something to do, you guys eat slowly.”

As he spoke, he quickly walked back to his room, leaving behind a bewildered Rong Yi and a slightly worried Ms. Lan.

“He doesn’t seem to be feeling well either,” Ms. Lan frowned. “Could it be that he went out in the middle of the night yesterday with too little clothing and caught a cold?”

“Huh?” Rong Yi’s mouth was full of rice, so he couldn’t speak properly, and could only express his confusion with his expression.

“He’s been looking like he’s about to throw up since just now. When I went to find him, I saw him standing in front of the sink in a daze,” Ms. Lan said with a worried face. “When I asked him if he was sick, he said no.”

“…”

Rong Yi was a little at a loss.

He wasn’t sure if this guy’s suspected illness at this time was because of him. After all, he had gone back to his room after feeding him the strawberry just now, and there was no more contact.

He should just really have an upset stomach, right?

Did he drink too much yogurt?

After dinner, Rong Yi was still a little worried, so he went to knock on Chen Ke Yao’s door.

Chen Ke Yao was sweating profusely in front of his multi-functional treadmill.

He looked energetic and didn’t seem to be feeling unwell at all.

Looking at the sweat on his cheeks and neck, and the T-shirt that stuck to his body due to sweat, revealing a lot of his body’s contours, Rong Yi’s heart was pounding so hard it was about to crash.

He rubbed his hands frantically behind his back as he spoke.

“…You’re exercising right after eating, won’t that be bad for digestion?”

“It should be fine, I didn’t eat much…” Chen Ke Yao’s eyes flickered. “Is there something?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to ask why you didn’t eat much.”

“Drank too much yogurt, I guess.” Chen Ke Yao picked up a towel from the side and wiped his face. “I’ll eat later when I’m hungry.”

“…Oh,” Rong Yi nodded. “You, um, it’s actually not good to exercise on an empty stomach.”

He racked his brains for lines, but saw the other party suddenly smile.

“You’re worried about me?” Chen Ke Yao said. “I see you lying in bed after eating your fill every day after work, without moving at all. No wonder your resistance is so poor, a little influence and you get sick.”

“…”

You’re sick! And wasn’t I sick because of you?

I came to care about you, can you speak properly! You’re really all brawn and no brains!

Rong Yi cursed inwardly while secretly glancing to determine how big his chest really was. But there was a T-shirt in the way, so he couldn’t see clearly.

So he was even more unhappy.