Have Fun

Si You sat on the sofa with a cup of freshly brewed ginger tea in his hands. Once it was no longer scalding, he took a small sip and immediately narrowed his eyes in comfort.

[My husband made that, QAQ. I want some too.]

Si You could feel waves of chill washing through his body. If his mental defenses had been any weaker, he would have been lying in bed by now.

An hour later, the doctor finally arrived after rushing through the storm. Several people surrounded him as they went upstairs. Jiang Yao was still running a fever and had begun to lose consciousness. The doctor took her temperature first, then asked everyone to leave.

The doctor had brought a full set of supplies and asked the production crew to prepare a tall clothes rack for hanging the IV drip. Zhang Jianlin followed the staff and insisted on helping, appearing especially anxious in front of the cameras.

"Let's see how she is after this bottle is finished," the doctor said. "Taking her to the hospital won't help either. You have no idea how flooded the road is. I had to get out and wade through the last two hundred meters."

The assistant director nodded repeatedly and arranged a room for the doctor to rest in temporarily.

The doctor left behind some medicine. Xue Boyu could tell that something was wrong with Si You as well and wanted to ask for some, but just as he said a few words to Song Yalin, Zhang Jianlin came in.

Having caught the gist of it, Zhang Jianlin said indifferently, "I just saw Si You chatting with Fei Chang. He seemed perfectly fine. It wasn't easy for the doctor to get here in such heavy rain, and there's only so much medicine. We should prioritize Yaoyao."

Song Yalin added, "There's quite a bit. Yaoyao won't be able to finish it all."

Zhang Jianlin replied coolly, "Then wait until Yaoyao gets better."

Song Yalin could not help rolling her eyes. What was he putting on this act for? Where had he been earlier? He'd clearly been stung by the criticism online and was using Si You as a punching bag now.

Xue Boyu's expression cooled, clearly having thought of the same thing.

"Boyu." Jiang Tingxu called from the doorway.

"Brother Jiang!"

Zhang Jianlin turned around, a sudden unease rising in his heart. He did not know how much Jiang Tingxu had heard. Song Yalin and Xue Boyu were both veterans of the show. Song Yalin was not particularly famous, while Xue Boyu had a good temper, so Zhang Jianlin had some confidence when he put on the airs of the "family head." But he had never found a way to break through Jiang Tingxu's reserve. They interacted like colleagues from different departments—distant and detached.

Zhang Jianlin worried that Jiang Tingxu would think he was bullying Si You, though that had indeed been his intention.

But Jiang Tingxu did not spare Zhang Jianlin a single glance, as though he were nothing but air.

Zhang Jianlin's face stiffened. Sometimes, being ignored hurt more than being looked down upon.

"Tingxu..." The director immediately said upon seeing Jiang Tingxu, "There's someone outside who looks like an assistant. He says he's here to see you."

Jiang Tingxu nodded. "Yes, he's delivering medicine. There's no need to let him in."

The director blinked. "Medicine?"

"Yes. I was worried the doctor wouldn't make it in time, so I asked Zhao Linxiu for a favor."

The director choked. Of course he knew the name Zhao Linxiu. In recent years, the wealthy backer behind variety show investments and heavily promoted artists had been someone many celebrities and companies desperately tried to get close to. Yet Jiang Tingxu had mentioned his name so casually.

Zhao Linxiu had been Jiang Tingxu's best friend for years. He had been the one to first introduce Jiang Tingxu to Si You's Horror Livestream. Delivering medicine was no more than a small favor to Young Master Zhao.

Following Jiang Tingxu's instructions, the staff accepted the medicine. Seeing that his task was complete, Zhao Linxiu's assistant turned and left without giving the raging wind and rain a second thought.

Zhao Linxiu was a very... thorough person. When Jiang Tingxu said they lacked medicine, he sent everything from cold and fever medicine to remedies for dry, itchy throats. Jiang Tingxu even found eye drops and warming menstrual patches in the medicine box.

Without changing expression, Jiang Tingxu handed the warming menstrual patches to Song Yalin. "You and Jiang Yao keep these."

[This thing... they're filming it too?]

[The person above, what, are you wearing three-hundred-year-old unwashed underwear that needs censoring?]

[Heh, Jiang Tingxu sure has a lot of privileges. Didn't they say assistants weren't allowed to buy things for the guests?]

[Hey, hey, are you blind? The doctor the production crew hired couldn't get here for ages. They were about to panic because they couldn't buy medicine. Our Best Actor is helping, okay?]

That was indeed why the production crew had not stopped him. If they had to complete tasks to exchange for medicine, this show would be cursed into oblivion.

Si You remembered Jiang Tingxu holding his phone and chatting with someone earlier. So that was what it had been for.

Then he saw Jiang Tingxu pour a glass of water, take out two blister packs of medicine... and walk toward him.

Si You: "!"

"Hold out your hand." As Jiang Tingxu spoke, he pressed pills into Si You's palm. "Cough medicine, fever reducers, and medicine to clear internal heat and toxins. Take these first."

[Isn't Si You fine?]

[Not really. There's barely any color in his lips.]

Jiang Tingxu placed the medicine box beneath the dining table in the living room for anyone who needed it. Zhang Jianlin stood on the second floor, his face burning for no reason.

Si You was in something of a daze. He grabbed the pills and swallowed them all at once, only to choke as expected. At that moment, he desperately wanted to find a crack in the floor to crawl into. Si You, Si You, can't you pull yourself together even a little?!

Jiang Tingxu did not know whether to laugh or cry as he gently patted Si You's back. "Did you swallow them? Is a capsule stuck? If it is, I'll go to the kitchen and break off some steamed bun for you."

Si You waved his hands frantically, coughing a little too hard.

[Why does he look so adorably silly?]

[I have to say, these two really look good standing together...]

[Enough, it's just a show. My Best Actor is kind, but Si You's fans shouldn't think about tying themselves to him.]

[Si You doesn't have any damn fans!]

Everyone in the comments: "..." Fine, that was a fair point.

The corner of Xue Boyu's mouth twitched suspiciously. It was not that he was gloating; it was just that... they were really easy to ship. But when he turned his head, he saw Song Yalin staring intently at Jiang Tingxu and Si You, gripping the warming menstrual patch as her slender waist swayed lightly.

Not long after taking the medicine, Si You could clearly feel his hearing becoming sharper. Since it was raining heavily and there was nothing else to do, the guests returned to their rooms.

There probably would not be any filming today.

As they reached the second floor, Jiang Tingxu asked, "Do you want to use my computer?"

Si You said, "...Wouldn't I be bothering you?"

"How would that be a bother?"

Si You licked his lips. "Yes!"

It was cold on rainy days, and Si You's room was extremely damp, with slow internet as well. Jiang Tingxu's room was different.

As soon as they entered, Jiang Tingxu took out the kettle to boil water and told Si You to make himself at home.

Si You turned on the computer and connected to the internet. His Weibo notification announced that he would be going live soon.

He muted himself first and posted a poll in the livestream room. The selected games were all highly requested ones. Then he considered whether there was anything he could do to help Jiang Tingxu.

"Would pouring a cup of water really tire me out?" Jiang Tingxu smiled lightly. "Do you want black tea or jasmine tea? Those are the only two kinds."

"Black tea."

Si You was feeling better and better. By the time he returned with his cup of tea, the poll had ended, and Madhouse had won by an overwhelming margin.

Before unmuting himself, Si You turned to Jiang Tingxu. "If I'm too noisy, tell me."

Jiang Tingxu had already prepared his headphones. Your Horror Livestream is exactly what I'm here to watch.

"Go ahead and play," Jiang Tingxu said. "Have fun."

Whenever Si You had fun, the livestream was especially entertaining, and the viewers enjoyed themselves too.