Ji Chen’s silence and sluggishness were a tacit consent to Fu Chi, so he said shamelessly: “Then I will not hold back.”
His lips were kissed as a matter of course. Ji Chen abruptly snapped back to reality. Fuck, this was just trapping him!
Even if Fu Chi agreed, he could not do that kind of thing.
Fu Chi had seen precisely this point, which was why he agreed so readily and then rightfully used his status to kiss him. How on earth had things come to this point?
As if seeing that Ji Chen wanted to back out, Fu Chi covered his eyes, his kisses lingering around his neck and ears.
He said in a hoarse voice: “The little young master cannot go back on what he promised. If you go back on your word, then you and I will automatically swap positions, and you will not be able to get out of bed. The little young master does not want that, right?”
Just as Ji Chen was about to speak, his lips were sealed again. This person’s dominance was completely undisguised, giving him absolutely no chance to speak.
With his vision sealed, his sense of smell became even more prominent. It was too fragrant; this person was simply dizzying him with his scent.
Why on earth was it so fragrant, so fragrant that his thoughts of resistance were crumbling.
In the end, he drowned in the fragrance and fell into a deep sleep.
As Fu Chi kissed him, he realized that the little young master had fallen asleep. This left him feeling very helpless. Was it because he felt too safe with him, or did he simply not care at all? This feeling of being ignored was not friendly at all.
Not knowing if it was because he had taken a step further with Fu Chi and just gave up resisting, Ji Chen rarely went without any dreams and slept comfortably through the night.
In the morning, Beishang came to change his dressing. Not long after, his older sister came to the hospital room again, with dark circles under her eyes.
And this time, she came alone.
The first thing she did upon entering was to walk over to Fu Chi’s bed and slap down a blank check: “Take however much you want and leave my brother.”
Beishang, who was holding the medicine, turned to stone, and Ji Chen did not fare much better. Was this filming some melodramatic soap opera?
Ji Chen’s mouth twitched: “Sister, he does not lack money. Take the check back and hurry back to the military-industrial institute. Do not meddle in my affairs.”
Ji Fei shook her head: “That will not do. I stayed up all night last night, and after thinking it over, this matter is absolutely unfeasible. You are the future heir of QingSheng, how can you fool around like this? Are you not going to carry on the family line?”
“Besides, this is me taking action and solving it gently with money. If Mom and Dad find out, they will only think you were deceived. Will he have a good end? If you are doing this for his own good, then stay far away from him.”
Fu Chi chuckled lightly: “Thank you for your concern, Miss Ji, but I am not that fragile.”
Ji Fei shook her head: “You do not understand. My mom views Xiaochen’s matters as more important than the heavens. If she knew you were harboring malicious intentions and coveting my brother’s body, she would absolutely fight you to the death.”
“My god! Sister, what are you saying? We are not in that kind of relationship. We are just friends.”
“What relationship? What are you all talking about so early in the morning?” Lan Ying, who looked to be in quite good spirits, walked in carrying a soup container.
She rolled her eyes at Ji Fei and said: “I told you to wait a moment and come with me. You just had to drive fast, right? Arriving ten minutes earlier makes it look like you care about your brother more?”
Lan Ying poured out the bone broth, one bowl for everyone, with Beishang being no exception.
“Director Bei, please do not dislike the soup I made myself. I heard you are Xiaochen’s friend, and he has caused you trouble.”
Beishang smiled and said: “Not at all. Young Master Ji’s injury only needs to be observed for another day or two before he can be discharged, so Madam does not need to worry.” His gaze swept over the bowl of soup. He paused for a moment but still reached out his hand to take it.
Ji Chen hurriedly said: “Mom, Beishang has a very severe case of germaphobia. Do not make things difficult for him. Give the soup to me.”
Lan Ying felt embarrassed and quickly pulled her hand holding the soup back.
“Oh my, I did not know that. Director Bei, I am so sorry.”
Beishang glanced at Ji Chen and said politely: “I should be the one apologizing. Due to my profession, I have some psychological issues in this regard. Please do not mind, Madam.”
“Not at all, naturally I would not mind. As a doctor, it is only natural to pay more attention to these things.”
Saying so, she poured another fresh bowl and brought it over to Fu Chi: “You do not have germaphobia too, do you, child?”
Fu Chi took it: “Of course not. Thank you, Aunt Lan.”
Lan Ying was taken aback for a moment before breaking into a wide smile. Patting Fu Chi’s back, she said: “You have a sweet mouth, child. I like you just looking at you, and you are so good-looking too. I heard about the Fu family’s matters. Why did your mother treat you like that? Sigh. This mouth of mine, I should not speak recklessly. In short, do not worry.”
“Mom!” Ji Chen called out rather harshly, startling Lan Ying.
She turned her head in surprise and asked: “What are you shouting for? I am not deaf, why are you being so loud?”
Ji Chen set down his soup, lowered his head, and got out of bed, saying: “It is nothing. I want to be discharged from the hospital.”
Lan Ying looked completely bewildered: “Do you have a fever, child? Throwing a tantrum out of nowhere. Why do you want to be discharged when you are doing perfectly fine?”
Ji Chen said nothing, quickly changed his clothes, and walked out.
Lan Ying immediately chased after him: “Xiaochen! Your injury is not healed yet. Stay in the hospital for a few more days before going home. Xiaochen!”
After the mother and son left, Ji Fei thought of something, and the look in her eyes shifted repeatedly.
Suddenly looking at Beishang, she asked: “Director Bei, last time Elder Lan, or rather my grandfather, was treated at your hospital, was there anything wrong with Ji Chen that day? Emotionally speaking.”
Beishang thought back for a moment: “There did not seem to be anything wrong. He just bumped his forehead, and I bandaged it.”
“Is that so? Then did you guys have fun at the Golden Horn? Ji Chen rarely travels far with friends.”
Fu Chi looked at Ji Fei and spoke up: “He has something weighing on his mind. Ji Chen might look like someone who wears everything on his sleeve, but that is actually not the case. He quietly plans many things, such as dealing with the Fu family, striking like thunder when he does.”
“Just now when your mother praised me, he felt uncomfortable. I think some things must have happened in your family that caused him to become sensitive. As for what it is, you should have already figured it out. Can you tell me? Perhaps I can help.”
Ji Fei’s palms suddenly clenched tight. She immediately grabbed her bag and hurried out, saying: “It is none of your business. You had better rein in your thoughts; it is impossible between you two.”
Exiting the hospital, Ji Fei drove straight to the QingSheng headquarters. Entering her father’s office, before she could even open her mouth, Ji Heng had already guessed it.
“He probably knows. Last time at the Lan family, Yue Jian said that the child had a short life, and afterward Xiaochen did not ask a single question about it.”
“Before this happened, he even came to the company to ask me if you wanted QingSheng, would he no longer be the heir. Thinking back on it carefully, at that time he already knew.”
Ji Fei’s face looked terrible: “Not asking is exactly where the problem lies. Xiaochen is very smart, and paper cannot contain fire. Who knows which busybody leaked the rumors to him. Does he know he is adopted and is suffering all by himself?”
“Dad, we cannot pretend not to know about this. You had already decided to give QingSheng to Xiaochen anyway, so doing it earlier or later is the same. You might as well be straightforward about it. Some things cannot be solved with money, but it will give him peace of mind.”
Ji Heng smiled with gratification and teased slightly: “Are you truly willing to let it go? Not the least bit greedy?”
Ji Fei replied ungraciously: “I do not lack money, nor is my interest in doing business. Xiaochen is my younger brother, so what is there for me to be reluctant about?”
Ji Heng nodded: “That works too. Letting him inherit the Ji family earlier will prevent those people from thinking he might enter politics, getting in someone’s way, and striking at him again.”
Ji Fei’s eyes turned cold: “Even if he takes over QingSheng, we cannot let the people who made a move off the hook. It is definitely one of those things cultivated under the old man’s wing, terrified that Xiaochen might return to the Lan family and block their path.”
“Dad, before you step down completely, help Xiaochen suppress those people. Otherwise, I will not be at ease.”
Ji Heng ungraciously picked up a fountain pen and threw it at her: “You worry about your younger brother, but you do not worry about your dad. Your favoritism knows no bounds.”
Ji Fei caught the fountain pen with a laugh, ran over to Ji Heng’s side, and massaged his shoulders to sweet-talk and coax her dad, a trick that worked every single time.
One week later, the QingSheng Group publicly released a video from the chairman.