Unlike Lan Ying’s elegance and gentleness, Ji Fei, who also possessed a pair of phoenix eyes, carried a dashing and spirited demeanor. Her brows were full of heroic energy while still retaining a girl’s beauty, making her exceptionally pleasing to the eye.
Even Cheng Qu, who had seen too many beauties in the entertainment industry, still felt a sense of refreshing surprise upon seeing Ji Fei.
At the same time, he found her heroic facial contours somewhat familiar, though for a moment he couldn’t quite place why they felt that way.
Zhou Qing’s brother, Lin Xingzhou, was equally exceptional, steady and handsome, losing nothing in presence as he stood beside Ji Fei. The two of them were a very well-matched pair.
When Ji Fei entered the room, Ji Chen was still immersed in his gloomy emo state. Ji Fei strode right up, yanked his blanket off, hauled him up, and delivered a sisterly love tap to the head. Then, she flipped open Ji Chen’s hospital gown to inspect the injury.
Only after carefully smoothing the clothes back down and gently rubbing Ji Chen’s head did she speak: “That’s what you get for acting all high and mighty and going out without bodyguards. How does it feel to get stabbed now, smart guy?”
Lin Yunzhou rubbed his forehead: “Feifei, Xiaochen is injured, say something nice.”
“Say something nice? I’m teaching him how to protect himself. He’s going to inherit the Ji family in the future so I can do what I love. If this little squirt has so much as an accident, what am I supposed to do?”
Zhou Qing widened her eyes in disbelief: “Sister Feifei, saying something like that is way too harsh, isn’t it?” Even as an outsider, she found it a bit hard to listen to.
Ji Fei unconcernedly pulled Ji Chen into an embrace and ruffled his silver hair.
“It’s fine, this is a sister’s heavy love. Xiaochen is an extremely important person to the Ji family, and I’ll have to rely on him to support me in the future. The pillar of the family can’t be walking around in a daze; he needs to have a firm will, and everyone should revolve around him.”
Ji Chen raised his gaze: “Sis.”
“Yeah, I’m right here.”
“Sis.”
“Yeah.”
One calling and one responding—a completely meaningless dialogue with no apparent purpose for existing.
Yet Ji Chen gradually broke into a smile: “Knowing you’ll have to rely on me in the future, you’d better show some respect. Is the head of the house’s hair something you can just go around petting? Believe it or not, I’ll dock your allowance to a thousand bucks a month?”
Ji Fei laughed, clenching both hands into fists as her knuckles popped with loud cracks.
With a look that was half-smile, half-serious, she said: “My boxing practice has been paying off lately. Do you want a full-body massage package?”
Lin Yunzhou caught Ji Fei’s eager-to-strike wrists, smiling with amusement: “A thousand bucks from Xiaochen is more than enough. My salary goes straight to you anyway.”
Ji Chen’s face darkened: “Am I just part of your daily couple routine? Go show your affection somewhere else, I’m full just looking at you two.”
Seemingly remembering something, Ji Fei said: “You’re not that young anymore, why aren’t you dating? There are even rumors going around saying you like men—hahaha, my stomach hurt from laughing when I heard it.”
“If my little brother likes men, is he a top or a bottom? I really don’t get whose mouth was big enough to spread rumors about you at that blind date mixer. My colleague heard about it during a blind date—how on earth did you even get mixed up with those blind date people?”
Zhou Qing, Fu Chi, Beishan, and Cheng Qu all displayed subtle shifts in their expressions.
Ji Fei and Lin Yunzhou sensed something amiss with acute sensitivity. Exchanging glances, their own expressions turned rather peculiar as well.
A blind date? Ji Chen stopped mid-bite.
The only blind date he had ever come into contact with was on the day he crashed into Fu Chi, when he tagged along to see Fu Chi’s blind date.
What did he say again? To shake off that woman’s intense enthusiasm, he seemed to have indeed implied that Fu Chi was his man. This is bad.
Sure enough, his sister’s sixth sense kicked into overdrive.
Looking at Fu Chi in the opposite hospital bed, she asked: “Did you go through all that trouble to squeeze out the Fu Corporation just to help him get ahead? And you two are even sharing a room… are you guys together?”
“Pfft!” A mouthful of rice got sprayed straight out.
Ji Chen indignantly shouted: “Why on earth would you suspect that? Ji Fei, how old are you anyway, do you speak without thinking? I don’t like men, those are just random rumors spreading around!”
Ji Fei’s expression turned one of shock: “I honestly wasn’t even suspecting it just now, but why are you reacting so intensely? You’re playing for real!”
After saying that, she scanned the expressions of Zhou Qing, Beishan, and the others.
Drawing in a sharp breath, Ji Fei gasped: “They all knew, didn’t they? Their faces are all giving it away. Ji Chen, have you lost your mind? Are you trying to drive Mom and Dad to their graves?”
Ji Chen’s wound started aching from pure anger. No way, I need to clear this up.
Just as he was about to speak, Fu Chi slipped his legs out of the casts, got out of bed, walked over, and extended a polite hand: “Hello, I’m Fu Chi. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Ji and Mr. Lin. I often hear Ji Chen mention you both.”
In a daze, Ji Fei reached out to shake his hand, staring at Fu Chi’s legs: “Your legs…”
Fu Chi curved his lips: “The little young master threw a bit of a temper with me and made me fake a disability to stay hospitalized. He won’t let me be discharged until he vents his anger.”
That intimately familiar tone… Ji Fei backed up a few steps right into Lin Yunzhou’s arms.
Turning around to head for the exit, she said: “I must be dreaming. I’m going home to sleep and start over. Yunzhou, let’s get out of here fast—I definitely came in the wrong way.”
Panicking, Ji Chen called out: “Sis, don’t leave! It’s not what you think, I didn’t, I’m not, I’m so wronged!”
Fu Chi leaned down, wrapped his arms around Ji Chen, and teased: “What are you wronged about?”
Ji Chen struggled, but Fu Chi tightened his grip to keep him from moving.
“Your wound is going to tear open.”
Ji Chen felt utterly suffocated. This bastard was truly vicious, deliberately trying to make his sister misunderstand.
Knowing he couldn’t reason with Fu Chi and lacking the energy to keep arguing, he gave up. Whatever, think what you want, the innocent will clear themselves!
And so, the little young master who had just been protesting I didn’t, I’m not, I’m so wronged peacefully accepted being waited on by Fu Chi, taking his meals one spoonful at a time.
With that proud chin and noble aura, probably only Ji Chen himself believed Fu Chi was the one in the submissive position.
To Cheng Qu, Beishan, and even Zhou Qing, it looked entirely like a big bad wolf toying with a proud, prickly little white rabbit.
Finding the sight too blinding to watch, the three of them quietly slipped out, leaving the room in peace.
After clearing away the leftover food and helping the little young master drink some warm water, Fu Chi asked gently: “Are you full?”
Ji Chen let out a hmph and bluntly said: “Move, you’re blocking the sunlight.”
“As long as you’re full, it’s my turn.”
It was all too easy to guess what Fu Chi was planning as he leaned in. Anticipating this guy’s malicious intentions, Ji Chen grabbed a roll of medical gauze he had handy and jammed it straight into the man’s mouth.
Seeing Fu Chi freeze up, Ji Chen burst out laughing, but the force of his laughter pulled on his stitches, and he immediately started clutching his stomach and gasping in pain.
Fu Chi spat out the gauze roll, climbed onto Ji Chen’s bed, gently pushed away the hand guarding his wound, and pressed him flat against the mattress: “Don’t touch your stitches.”
The two of them locked eyes, one above the other, as Fu Chi asked: “Why are you unhappy?”
Ji Chen didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in, sniffing around the crook of Fu Chi’s neck like a hound, and demanded angrily: “What kind of perfume on earth are you wearing, why does it smell so good?”
Pinching the back of Ji Chen’s neck, Fu Chi spoke with an inscrutable tone: “I told you I don’t use perfume, and you’re the only one who says I smell good. We are a natural match, what are you still resisting?”
Ji Chen sneered: “Resistance is negotiable, provided you take the bottom position. If you can’t accept that, we have zero chance, so get the hell away from me.”
Just as Ji Chen was about to shove the guy off the bed, Fu Chi suddenly said: “I agree.”
Ji Chen’s eyes widened into copper bells. Did I just hear what I think I heard? That’s impossible, how could Fu Chi ever agree? In the clone’s memories, this guy’s dominance was explosive.
Careless of whatever Ji Chen was thinking, Fu Chi pressed his forehead directly against Ji Chen’s to confirm: “So from this moment on, we’re together, right?”