Although Chuzheng said it wasn’t serious, she still fetched some medicine to apply to him.

As the cotton swab soaked in medicinal wine touched his skin, Xi Jing recoiled slightly.

Chuzheng pulled him back: "Bear with it, this little pain can’t be that painful."

Xi Jing didn’t dare move, his face a bit pale.

Chuzheng applied the medicine in a few strokes: "All done. Be more careful next time."

Xi Jing mumbled a sound of agreement, and when Chuzheng brought the table over, Xi Jing instinctively got down to help, only for Chuzheng to hold him down.

"Don’t move."

Xi Jing blinked: "I’m fine..."

"Stay still." Otherwise, you’ll bump and bruise yourself again and who’s going to deal with the hassle? Can’t you just let me relax?!"

Xi Jing: "..."

Xi Jing obediently sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes unblinking as he watched Chuzheng.

Chuzheng set out the breakfast she brought: "Take whatever you like, if you don’t like it, tell me, I won’t buy it next time."

After a while of silence, Chuzheng turned her head to look and saw Xi Jing staring at the breakfast on the table, his eyes faintly red.

Chuzheng: "..."

What is it, what is it!!

Why are you starting to cry!

Though Xi Jing wasn’t actually crying, his eyes just had a tinge of redness.

Chuzheng held back the urge to tease him, asking: "What’s wrong?"

Upon hearing Chuzheng’s voice, Xi Jing immediately shook his head, replying with a hint of nasal sound: "N-nothing..."

He used to live with his grandfather, taking care of him, and had never been cared for by someone like this before.

She...

Xi Jing clenched his fists, looked down, and sat on a small stool.

Xi Jing only took what was near him to eat, his eating manner was not messy, even a bit cautious and didn’t waste a thing.

"Have a sip." A straw was brought to Xi Jing’s lips, he looked over at Chuzheng, instinctively trying to take it with his hand.

Chuzheng avoided his hand: "Just drink."

Xi Jing: "..."

Xi Jing hesitated, his ear tips flushed with red, he bit the straw slowly, the rich milky aroma slid down his throat, thick and sweet.

Chuzheng held the cup with one hand, propping her chin with the other, watching Xi Jing eat.

With Chuzheng holding the cup, Xi Jing finished a whole cup of milk, his entire small face blushing, sitting there appearing obedient and cute.

Chuzheng couldn’t resist ruffling his head.

The young man looked up slightly at her, the rims of his eyes still a bit red, yet there was a clear light in his eyes, his lips slightly parted, like red plums in the first snowfall, radiating an alluring luster.

The tips of Chuzheng’s fingers brushed through his soft hair, and she suddenly leaned down.

The young man was startled, his body leaned back slightly, his neck forming a graceful arc, his eyes showing a hint of nerves.

The surroundings seemed to quiet down, the young man heard his heartbeat, each beat vividly echoing in his ears.

Thump thump thump—

The knocking on the door was urgent.

Chuzheng frowned, glaring at the young man for several seconds, then with his tense expression, she straightened up, gently rubbed his head a few times, and then turned to open the door.

The young man leaned against the side of the bed, slowly exhaling a breath.

She just now... wanted to kiss him?

The thought startled Xi Jing, and his heartbeat fell into disarray, for a long time he bit his lip lightly, fine lashes lowered, concealing his emotions.

-

It was Fan Lan who was knocking.

Being interrupted left Chuzheng in a bad mood, just almost...

So her gaze towards Fan Lan at that moment was as cold as the North Pole.

"The painting, I brought it." Fan Lan swallowed nervously, feeling that Chuzheng’s look was very unfriendly. "Would you like to take a look?"

There was no problem with Fan Lan’s painting, Chuzheng let her into the room, rather than letting her hang outside.

It was work time now, the hallway was packed with people, being watched like this made Fan Lan uncomfortable, and she hurriedly followed inside.

But once inside, Fan Lan’s expression cracked a bit... this place?

It wasn’t even as big as her bathroom at home.

But thinking about who lived here, Fan Lan felt that this seemed just right.

Fan Lan immediately saw the handsome young man sitting by the table.

She hadn’t looked closely last night, but today seeing him clearly, Fan Lan thought if this young man was nurtured properly, all the idols in the entertainment industry would have to make way for him.

This is truly a gem of the human world.

Fan Lan was absorbed in watching, but suddenly her view dimmed as Chuzheng stood in front of her: "What are you staring at?"

"A cute guy..."

Fan Lan responded instinctively, but before she could finish, she was met with Chuzheng’s icy warning stare.

Fan Lan shivered abruptly, retracting her gaze: "Not looking, not looking."

So he belonged to someone...

But thinking of the young man’s appearance, who wouldn’t want to claim him?

-

Chuzheng took out a small box and handed it to Fan Lan: "Give this to your husband."

Fan Lan examined the box: "What is this?"

"No comment." I didn’t make this, how would I know what it is! Chuzheng kept a serious face: "Make sure he wakes up and the first person he sees is you."

Fan Lan: "What if he doesn’t?"

Chuzheng: "Then prepare for a divorce."

Fan Lan: "..."

Chuzheng: "Customer operations errors are not covered by after-sales service, so if you don’t want issues, do as I say."

Fan Lan felt a sudden tension, she clutched the small box, asking: "Will there be any side effects?"

"No."

"Once he takes this, will he fall in love with me again?"

"Yes."

Fan Lan was mildly excited, after asking Chuzheng the basic questions, she quickly left.

Once Fan Lan left, Xi Jing quietly asked.

"That thing you gave her... can it really... make someone love her?"

"Yeah."

"..." Xi Jing pinched his fingers: "But... it’s not fair, the person might not like her though?"

"I’m about to..." die, where’s the time to worry about fairness or not.

Xi Jing looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

"There is no absolute fairness in this world." Chuzheng said: "Since she was chosen, it’s her luck."

She wasn’t the one who chose the target.

Xi Jing: "..."

Xi Jing lowered his head, picking at his fingers for a while: "Then... who are you really?"

Why can you do things like this?

Chuzheng thought Xi Jing wouldn’t ask this question.

With Chuzheng’s footsteps approaching, a sense of pressure formed around him: "Who I am isn’t important."

Xi Jing was puzzled: "Then what is important?"

Xi Jing felt Chuzheng’s palm rest on the top of his head, and her voice followed: "You are."

"...Me?" Xi Jing, flustered, pointed at himself, his expression questioning if he heard wrong.

"Yes." Chuzheng leaned down, meeting Xi Jing’s eyes: "You are very important to me."

"..."

Xi Jing was slightly open-mouthed, unable to say a word for a long time.

The face in his pupils gradually enlarged, he suddenly stood, flustered, bypassing the table: "I... I’m going to the bathroom."

Xi Jing dashed into the bathroom, while Chuzheng looked disappointedly at the swaying curtain.