Such a Handsome Face—Will You Pay If It Gets Ruined?!

Chu Tian had completely abandoned any concern for his image. Clinging to Gu Shiyan, he bawled his eyes out, smearing snot and tears all over him.

Seeing this, Chu Maoming was both annoyed and amused. Still, he felt sorry for his younger brother and stepped forward, intending to peel him off Gu Shiyan.

"Didn't you say you were injured? Why aren't you hurrying back to bed to lie down? Where are you hurt? Let me see. What did the doctor say?"

Chu Tian's arms were locked tightly around Gu Shiyan's neck like iron clamps. His stubborn streak had flared up, and he refused to even look Chu Maoming in the eye.

Chu Maoming completely lost his temper, silently cursing that he really owed this brat. Still, he had no choice but to start coaxing him.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong," Chu Maoming apologized first, lowering his head. "I shouldn't have yelled at you just now. Does it still hurt?"

"Waaah, it hurts, hic..." Chu Tian cried until he hiccupped, yet he did not forget to accuse his brother. "Why did you come so late? They almost hit Gu Shiyan! Such a handsome face—will you pay if it gets ruined?!"

Chu Maoming: "..."

Gu Shiyan: "..."

Chu Maoming was so angry his eyes widened. He really could not show this brat even the slightest bit of kindness!

By the time Chu Tian had cried himself out, Gu Shiyan's shirt had been thoroughly ravaged beyond recognition.

His snot and tears had smeared together into a mess. Even Chu Tian found himself disgusting.

He pretended nothing had happened and looked away, then braced himself against Gu Shiyan's arm as he limped back onto the hospital bed.

The fat woman who had previously swaggered in with a group of thugs had now become a commander without an army. After making a call to summon reinforcements, she stood in the corner of the ward, repeatedly taking deep breaths as she glared fire at Chu Tian and the others. She clearly hated the people who had hurt her son to the bone.

But the situation was stronger than she was. For the moment, aside from flaring her nostrils, glaring, and trying to bore holes into them with her eyes, there was nothing else she could do.

On his way over, Chu Maoming had already learned the rough sequence of events from Little Cai's report. When he learned that Gu Shiyan had beaten the person who hurt Chu Tian until he vomited blood and passed out from shock, he finally found the man who had been stealing his brother away slightly more pleasing to the eye.

"Not bad." Chu Maoming gave Gu Shiyan a critical once-over and snorted heavily. "It would have been better if Little Treasure hadn't gotten hurt."

Little Treasure?

It was the first time Gu Shiyan had heard that nickname, and he looked at Chu Tian in surprise.

Though he said nothing, Chu Tian understood the look in his eyes and his ears instantly turned red.

"Bro!"

"What?" Chu Maoming misunderstood him and took a huge gulp of jealousy. "I can't even say one thing about him now?"

Chu Tian: "..."

Realizing there was no point reasoning with a brother-obsessed maniac, since it would only make things worse, Chu Tian promptly shut his mouth.

Just as Chu Maoming was still feeling disgruntled and preparing to have a proper talk with his younger brother, another group of people charged into the ward.

The fat woman, who had just been cowering silently in the corner, seemed to find her backbone at once. Like she had been injected with adrenaline, she rushed toward the middle-aged man at the front and immediately began wailing.

"Old Wang, you're finally here! These people hurt our son! Did you bring enough men? You have to avenge our son!"

Old Wang, as the fat woman called him, had a beer belly and a face full of flesh, looking like no good person at a glance.

Following the fat woman's pointing finger, he turned furiously toward Gu Shiyan and snarled.

"You're the one who hit my son? You little bastard, how dare you hurt my son! I'll make you pay for this!"

Chu Maoming turned around impatiently and met Old Wang's murky gaze. The man froze, then looked him over from head to toe uncertainly.

"I think this gentleman looks familiar... Who are you?"

The fat woman had been holding in a bellyful of rage, waiting for her husband to vent it for her. Yet instead of rushing to act, he was standing around chatting with them?

"Hubby?" the fat woman urged unhappily. "What are you standing there for?"

Old Wang shoved aside the fat woman, who did not understand a thing, and the longer he looked at Chu Maoming, the more familiar he seemed.

Though he too was accustomed to acting arrogantly, he had slightly more brains than the fat woman.

Anyone who could clear out all the thugs the fat woman had brought, remain so calm when facing him, and carry themselves with such an air was definitely no ordinary person.

"Wang Family." Chu Maoming examined Old Wang's face, then abruptly asked, "What is Wang Yaozong's relationship to you?"

The moment Old Wang heard Chu Maoming directly say his elder brother's name, he became even more cautious. But when he thought of his son still lying in the emergency room, his desire to save face won out.

"If you know my older brother, then we're all acquaintances in the business world. Your people beat my son severely. You have to give me an explanation, or I'll have no choice but to go back and bring my older brother here."

Wang Yaozu's words were testing Chu Maoming's attitude, as well as whether his background was deeper than the Wang Family's.

"Fine." Chu Maoming sneered, his tone inscrutable. "Then I'll wait for your older brother to come demand an explanation from me."

Chu Maoming deliberately stressed the words "older brother," and his voice was full of contempt.

Wang Yaozu's face alternated between green and white. But seeing how fearless Chu Maoming was, he could not help feeling somewhat wary. He turned and stormed away with his entourage.

The fat woman wanted to say something else, but seeing that her pillar of support had already gone far away, she did not dare linger alone. She could only spit viciously at Chu Maoming and the others once more.

"Tch." Chu Tian was displeased. "Why is that woman so unhygienic? Do you know how much bacteria is in saliva? The whole ward is dirty now. Nurse! Where's the nurse? I want to change rooms!"

Chu Maoming: "..."

This little brat was injured and still able to cause such a fuss. Chu Maoming was so angry that he laughed.

"Behave yourself." Chu Maoming smacked Chu Tian's thigh. "I'm going to ask the doctor about your condition. You'd better be good. I'll settle the score with you when I get back."

Chu Tian immediately shut his mouth and obediently lay flat on the bed, pretending nothing had happened.

"Gu Shiyan," Chu Tian said softly, blinking up at the man standing beside the bed like a pillar. "Were you scared? Don't be afraid. My brother's here. He definitely won't let you go to jail!"

Gu Shiyan: "..."

"I wasn't scared." Under Chu Tian's suspicious little gaze, Gu Shiyan pressed his lips together, half amused and half helpless. "Does it hurt badly?"

"Not... not too bad?"

The doctor had examined him earlier and said no bones were broken, only that he had some soft-tissue bruising.

Seeing Gu Shiyan's face darken in silence, as though he was blaming himself, Chu Tian hurriedly comforted him. "I'm really fine. It's just a tiny injury, and you already avenged me... Seriously, you looked so handsome when you beat people up."

At the thought of Gu Shiyan's heroic figure as he furiously beat up that scumbag to avenge him, Chu Tian was so dazzled he could not close his mouth.

To reassure Gu Shiyan, Chu Tian took the initiative to turn over and lift his shirt so he could see the injury.

Since the injury was on his lower back, Chu Tian could not see it himself. But he thought it should not be a big problem if no bones or tendons had been damaged.

But when Gu Shiyan's gaze landed on the red-purple bruises across his lower back, still beaded with blood, his pupils suddenly contracted.

I went too easy on him. I should have crippled the leg that kicked Chu Tian!