Let's Find Someone Else

Chi Yan felt that his emotions had calmed considerably. He patted his back. "Get up. I'll call a doctor."

"No..."

There was nothing he could do. He got up while holding him, found his phone amid the clothes scattered all over the floor, and called Chi Yi. "Bring two doctors over."

"Okay."

After tossing aside his phone, he realized he was still naked, his neck and back smeared with sticky fluids. His face darkened. "Get down. I need to get dressed."

Xia Yu finally let go. He sat on the edge of the bed with his head lowered, radiating sorrow and misery.

His bathrobe had slipped down to his shoulders during the fight.

Chi Yan glanced at him, reached out, and yanked the robe back up, covering even his neck tightly.

Then his gaze fell on the hand hanging limply at his side. He pressed his lips together. "Let me see your hand."

Xia Yu sniffled. "It's broken."

"Broken, my ass." He carefully held that hand and felt around the joint. "Bear with it."

There was another crack as he set the dislocated wrist back in place, though it was still swollen.

He frowned at the red, swollen spot. "The doctor will put some medicine on it later. You'll be fine."

"Mm."

"You brought this on yourself." He cursed under his breath and turned toward the bathroom.

When he came out again, Chi Yi and Chi Er had already brought in two doctors to examine Xia Yu.

"Young master, are you hurt anywhere else?" Chi Er asked as he reached to pull open his bathrobe.

Chi Yan's face instantly turned cold. He strode over and kicked him aside. "Only his wrist is hurt! And he bumped the back of his head!"

He had kept an eye on the force around Xia Yu's neck. It only looked alarming because Xia Yu's skin was pale; he had not actually injured him.

Chi Er fell to the floor and rubbed his nose. "The young master's neck is hurt too. I saw it."

"Get the hell out!"

Chi Yi hurried over and dragged that idiot away. "Come on, come on. The doctors will examine him. This isn't something a little fanboy like you needs to worry about!"

After examining Xia Yu, the doctor applied some liniment to his wrist. "There's a bump on the back of his head, but the skin isn't broken, so no medicine is needed. Don't lift anything heavy with that wrist for the next few days."

Xia Yu thanked him quietly.

"Sir, would you like us to treat your wounds as well?" Catching sight of Chi Yan's wrists, which had worsened after getting wet in the shower, he asked cautiously.

Chi Yan looked down. "Put some medicine on them."

"Okay."

After quickly applying medicine and bandaging him up, the doctor asked again, "Is there anywhere else that hurts?"

"My head." Only while washing up had he discovered that the back of his head had been smashed open too.

"..." The doctor's mouth twitched. So they had traded blows, huh? Both of them had injured their wrists and the backs of their heads.

Once everything had been dealt with, the doctors did not linger. They swiftly left with their medical kits.

Only the two of them remained in the room, and the atmosphere instantly turned stiff.

After a long silence, Chi Yan spoke first. "Get dressed. I'll have Chi Er take you home."

His eyelashes trembled. Xia Yu stood up, silently gathered his clothes, and changed out of the bathrobe. In a hoarse voice, he said, "I'm leaving. Goodbye."

"I don't want today's incident to happen again. Otherwise, I won't show any regard for our past relationship."

With his back to him and his head lowered, his voice was fractured. "It won't."

Watching him leave the room, Chi Yan grabbed an ashtray and viciously smashed a huge hole into the television. "Fuck!"

Chi Er was squatting in the hallway. When he saw Xia Yu come out, he hurried forward. "Young master..."

"Take me home."

"Oh, okay."

In the car, he occasionally glanced at the person in the backseat through the rearview mirror and said carefully, "Young master, I said everything you asked me to say in front of sir..."

Xia Yu lowered his head and rubbed the gauze around his wrist, responding without warmth, "Mm."

"Is there anything else you need me to do next?"

"No."

"Okay. Contact me anytime if you need anything."

"Mm."

"Actually, I think sir does have feelings for you. He just hasn't realized it yet. When the young master of the Chu Household kissed you, he got especially angry. That was why he tried to forcefully take you back to the United States."

"Drive properly."

"..." He clamped his mouth shut and did not dare speak again.

When Xia Yu returned home, the family of three was sitting in the living room watching television. On-screen was a singing and dancing performance by the AC Boy Group, fiery and explosive.

The moment he walked in, the cozy atmosphere vanished without a trace.

"Xiao Yu, you're back." Xia Lang called out to him dryly.

To his surprise, Zhao Jie did not look at him with hostility. She was focused only on feeding fruit to Xia Wanqing.

Xia Yu gave them an indifferent glance, ignored them completely, and went upstairs.

"Big brother seems to be in a bad mood." Xia Wanqing puffed out his cheeks.

"His affairs have nothing to do with us." Zhao Jie took a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth. "Rest at home for two days, then move into the villa your father gave you. Stay far away from him."

His eyes curved into crescents as he smiled. "Brother Lan and I already agreed to move into our group's apartment together."

"How could a shared apartment be as comfortable as a villa?"

"The dorm is pretty big, and there aren't many people. We can practice dancing together too."

"I'm worried you won't take good care of yourself."

"Isn't Brother Lan there? Mom, don't worry."

Zhao Jie looked at Xia Lang. "Brother Lang, talk to him."

Xia Lang was quite supportive. "If he wants to live in the dorm, let him. With Xiao Lan looking after him, there won't be any problems."

She caught the hidden meaning in his words. Where he lived was not important; spending more time with Chu Lan was. "Fine, do whatever you want. Live wherever you like, but tell the family right away if anything happens."

Xia Wanqing nodded. "Got it."

Early the next morning, Xia Yu woke from his sleep, checked the time, and called out to the system, "001."

"Host, I'm here."

"Where is Chi Yan right now?"

001 brought up a panel and fiddled with it for a while. "Uh... he's on a plane back to the United States..."

His reaction was calm, as though he had expected it.

"Um... Host, he ran away... Aren't you angry?"

"What good would getting angry do? Kill myself with anger?"

It breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good, that's good. There are plenty of men out there. That Chi guy doesn't know what's good for him, so let's find someone else—someone willing to let you top him."

Xia Yu gave a soft snort of laughter, got up, and washed up. "What about that low-level system? Did you drive it away?"

Having witnessed the host's ruthlessness at the hospital and everything that happened at the hotel, 105 cowered in a corner and spoke weakly. "Host... I'm here..."

"Oh, I thought you'd been kicked back to the factory."

"..." It would have been better if it really had been kicked away. At its level, it truly did not deserve a host like this.

"Hmm? You're already level fifteen? Where did you get the experience points?"

"Uh..." 001 sounded a little guilty. "Host, I felt sorry that it could never level up, so I bought it some snacks from the shop to raise its experience. It didn't cost many points..."

"Snacks from the shop can actually give systems experience points?"

"They can! And they're super, super cheap."

Xia Yu was short on points, but he did not care about that small amount. "What was your Male Supporting Character System called again?"

"Male Supporting Character Rescue System."

"What's the main quest? Pull it up and let me see."

105 hurriedly brought up its palm-sized mission panel. "The main quest is: Stop the host from courting death in all sorts of ways and change the host's fate of dying miserably."

"That's it?"

"Y-yes..."

"Brotherly love and respect, huh? Then I can give you some experience points."

"What?!" 001 shrieked excitedly. "Host, are you turning over a new leaf?! Ah... no... Host, have you finally decided that you can't stand this low-level system existing in your consciousness anymore, so you're going to help it grow?! Xiao Wu, hurry and kowtow to the host!"

105 was still dazed when it pressed its head down twice. "Th-thank you, Host..."

"001, you seem like you really want to kick me over to another system?"

"Absolutely not! Whoever dares compete with me for you, Host, I'll fight them to the death!" Its excited heart and trembling hands—if the host went to do Xiao Wu's quests, it would not have to worry every day about the host suddenly getting unhappy and killing someone. Brotherly love and respect were great! World peace was great!

Xia Yu rolled his eyes and did not expose its little scheme.