“Husband, sigoyi~”
The hospital room fell silent instantly, with only the faint rustle of fabric being heard.
Shao Siheng, rising from the sofa, staggered slightly, nearly losing his balance.
The few young nurses nearby blushed, their eyes darting around, unable to suppress their curiosity, exchanging glances with each other.
Qin Zelin, who was facing away from the bed while hanging clothes, stiffened. He slowly turned around, his voice hoarse: “What did you just say?”
Cen Miao, inhaling the rich smell of meat in the room, swallowed involuntarily and patiently repeated: “Husband, sigoyi~”
Qin Zelin: “……”
The room fell into dead silence for three seconds. A group of people’s gazes subtly fell on Qin Zelin. Only Qin Jianye, clueless, heard Cen Miao call “husband” and assumed the couple had a good relationship, smiling happily.
“Miao Miao is amazing. What foreign words did you just say? Grandpa didn’t even hear.”
“Si….” Cen Miao barely opened his mouth to make a sound when Qin Zelin suddenly slammed his hand over it.
“? Mmm…”
“He left his phone in the car. I’ll take him to get it,” Qin Zelin said through gritted teeth, forcing out the words.
Ignoring Cen Miao’s protesting eyes, he half-dragged, half-pulled him out of the hospital room.
Cen Miao: “…..” His meat…
“What’s his problem? Why wouldn’t he let Miao Miao speak?” Qin Jianye frowned, his tone clearly displeased. “Did you all hear what Miao Miao just said?”
Shao Siheng silently looked away: “…….. Didn’t hear clearly.”
The others followed suit, pretending: “Haha… same here, didn’t catch it.”
In the corridor, Qin Zelin released his grip and looked down at the culprit, frowning: “You… what nonsense were you watching?”
Cen Miao: ……..!
He had watched what that Older Sister taught him too?
Cen Miao fiddled with his pant seam: “You… you watched her too, huh.”
“……………???”
Qin Zelin gritted his teeth: “I didn’t.”
“I understand you’re young and curious, but you’re only a sophomore. Focus on your studies. Don’t secretly watch that nonsense, and don’t imitate… the words in there.”
Cen Miao: “…….” Don’t let him watch secretly?
“Ah, don’t be mad. Next time, I’ll… watch with you!”
Qin Zelin’s expression cracked for a moment, his brow slightly raised, the shock in his tone laced with a trace of displeasure he didn’t even notice himself.
“You’ve watched those videos with someone else before??”
Who? Cheng Cheng? Or that senior?
“No, it was the first time this afternoon,” Cen Miao shook his head.
Qin Zelin: “……”
He had confessed so openly that he secretly watched that video in the room this afternoon?
No wonder he digested lunch so quickly after eating so much…
“You’re not allowed to watch it anymore,” Qin Zelin cleared his throat and added: “And you’re definitely not allowed to watch it with anyone else.”
“I know, husband. Let’s go back quickly, the meat… Grandpa’s waiting for us,” Cen Miao dragged out the words, looking up with a obedient smile.
Qin Zelin lowered his gaze, his Adam’s apple rolling: “……And you’re not allowed to say what you just said again.”
“Mm mm mm!” Cen Miao nodded anxiously, tugging on Qin Zelin’s sleeve. “L-let’s go back, husband.”
If they didn’t go back now, all the meat would be eaten!
“Go in,” Qin Zelin opened the door.
After they entered, the others obediently carried half of the roast lamb away. Qin Zelin glanced at Shao Siheng, who immediately got up with perfect timing.
“How’s Grandpa?” They stood side by side by the corridor window.
Hearing the faint worry in Qin Zelin’s tone, Shao Siheng felt a rare twinge of guilt for deceiving his friend. “He’s fine, very stable. You… don’t worry too much.”
Actually, he could even be described as vigorous…
Healthier than some young, crispy-skinned people…
Just then, his phone rang. Shao Siheng glanced at it and answered.
After a moment:
“Okay, I understand. I’ll bring it over later.” Shao Siheng smiled, his tone a little indulgent.
“Qin Zexi?”
“Mm, insisted on having the latest milk-coated candied fruit, asked me to bring it after work.”
Qin Zelin: “……You’re spoiling him too much. I think you’re more like his cousin than me.”
Shao Siheng smiled silently.
Seeing his reaction, Qin Zelin’s eyes narrowed slightly, sharp as if they could see through everything.
Just as Shao Siheng thought his years of unrequited love were about to be exposed, Qin Zelin spoke:
“You don’t have some leverage in that kid’s hands, do you? Following him around all day like a servant.”
Shao Siheng choked: “…….” Did this man give all his emotional intelligence to his IQ?
Brains heavy, EQ light as a feather.
Thin as cicada wings.
One poke, it breaks.
He finally understood why that Young Master never got it, always going back and forth with his brother—clearly, emotional cluelessness ran in the family.
He recalled Qin Zelin’s unaware, caring expression in the hospital, a subtle flicker passing across his own face.
Looking at Qin Zelin’s lower body, he teased: “Mm, I definitely can’t be sigoyi like you, can only be a servant.”
“………..”
“Next time, don’t let Grandpa eat such greasy food again.” Qin Zelin skillfully changed the topic.
“Grandpa just wanted to treat everyone for working hard.”
After saying that, Shao Siheng saw Qin Zelin’s expression like “you think I’ll believe that.” “…….”
“Alright, got it.”
In the hospital room, Qin Jianye saw them enter one after the other and hurried: “Ah, I thought they were working hard, so I specially ordered it. Didn’t expect Miao Miao to like it so much.”
Qin Zelin snorted lightly, glancing at the sofa, seeing only a head busily tugging at meat and sinew.
Behind him, Shao Siheng clenched his fist to his mouth, coughing, secretly signaling Qin Jianye with his eyes, but it was like throwing coquettish glances at a blind man.
The other was completely immersed in his own act.
He didn’t hear Qin Zelin’s snort, nor see Shao Siheng’s nearly cross-eyed look. The little old man babbled theatrically.
“By the way, Xiao Zhang, did you get my nutrition meal ready? I can’t eat such greasy stuff. I need something light, like what I eat every day.”
Shao Siheng paused, then awkwardly adjusted his glasses, giving up.
Better pray for luck.
Over an hour later, with a transnational video conference scheduled that evening, Qin Zelin glanced at the time, planning to take Cen Miao home.
“I’ll take him back first. My parents and brother still haven’t been reached. Maybe they went somewhere with poor signal again.”
“Why contact them? I’m fine. I won’t die anytime soon,” Qin Jianye said, a trace of guilt in his tone.
Qin Zelin stared at the person on the bed, said nothing, and after a moment nodded, helping Cen Miao with his coat.
Shao Siheng: “…….” He calls himself a servant, but then what am I? A worried father?
Qin Jianye glanced at the coffee table, looking at the remaining roast lamb. He hoped eagerly as Qin Zelin, hand on the door handle, was about to leave—but then saw him turn back.
“?”