Only Taking Care of You, My Young Junior

Yu An listened for a while.

Once he confirmed that Zhu Wen was speaking badly of him, he got up and quietly walked to the door.

Just as Yu An's hand was about to touch the door panel, he heard He Li'an's voice.

"Enough, Zhu Wen!"

"I know you're worried about me, but Yu An is my junior. He just has a bit of a childish temper. You shouldn't have pushed him into the water over those baseless suspicions of yours. His health was already poor, and his foot is injured too. You went too far this time."

Yu An did not particularly like He Li'an calling him childish.

Because being a child meant being weak, meant needing a guardian.

And he did not need any of that.

But He Li'an had stood firmly on his side and spoken up for him, which made him a little happy.

Perhaps because He Li'an's tone had been rather harsh, Zhu Wen fell silent for a moment, and his voice weakened a little as well. "But, Young Master, can Yu An's identity really be trusted? Is he really not doing this on purpose..."

Perhaps Zhu Wen was afraid of making He Li'an angry, so he did not continue.

Through the crack in the door, Yu An saw He Li'an helplessly hand Zhu Wen the leave slip. "Yu An didn't lie. He really is my direct junior, and I've already requested leave for him."

Zhu Wen took the leave slip and glanced at it, his expression changing abruptly. "How is that possible?"

Yu An quietly turned around.

Just as he had expected.

Zhu Wen had not found his records at Saint Belien because of the time difference.

Since that was the case, there was no need for him to go out and kick Zhu Wen while he was down for the time being.

"I hope that once Yu An wakes up, you'll apologize to him."

He could still hear He Li'an's stern voice behind him.

Zhu Wen was going to apologize to him?

That was something to look forward to.

Who told Zhu Wen to ambush him?

Yu An lay back down on the bed and pricked up his ears. Before long, he heard movement by the door.

The newcomer moved with extreme care.

Yu An caught a familiar scent in the air and guessed that it was He Li'an.

When the footsteps reached the bed, Yu An opened his eyes at just the right moment.

He Li'an immediately stepped forward and asked with concern, "How do you feel? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"

Yu An lay beneath the covers, looking up at him with wide eyes. His voice was soft. "I'm having a little trouble breathing."

In truth, he was no longer feeling that bad.

But he wanted to see what He Li'an looked like when he was worried.

He Li'an's brows immediately drew together. "I'll have someone call the doctor."

"Mm." Yu An stared at him without blinking, studying him seriously.

When a person's emotions underwent obvious, intense fluctuations, their pupils would dilate as a physiological response.

He Li'an's pupils had widened slightly too, and the muscles in his face were tense. He really did seem worried about him.

Having seen the reaction he wanted, Yu An grabbed the hem of He Li'an's clothes when he turned to leave. "I'm fine now."

He Li'an was still worried. His brows furrowed even deeper, though his tone grew gentler.

"Weren't you feeling uncomfortable just now? Let the doctor examine you, alright?" Yu An looked far too thin. Even if he said he was fine, He Li'an was still very concerned.

"Alright, then." Although He Li'an had phrased it as a question, Yu An could tell that he had clearly made up his mind to have him examined.

There was no need to waste time arguing over something so unimportant.

Zhu Wen brought the doctor over.

While Yu An obediently cooperated with the doctor's examination, Zhu Wen kept watching him.

When Yu An looked up, he saw Zhu Wen standing behind He Li'an, his cold gaze filled with hostility and a trace of wariness.

Perhaps because He Li'an had scolded him, Zhu Wen lowered his gaze slightly when Yu An looked over, reining himself in somewhat.

After finishing the examination, the doctor began reporting the results to He Li'an. "There's nothing serious. He just needs to rest for the next few days. However, he can't keep sitting like this with his ankle injury. He should move around a little too..."

Only after listening carefully did He Li'an finally relax.

Zhu Wen saw the doctor out, while He Li'an sat down by the bed. "I'm sorry. You came to my house to recover, but something like this happened instead."

The distance between them had become very close. Yu An leaned against the headboard, but he was not listening at all, because his gaze had been completely drawn to He Li'an's face.

He had rarely gone out before and had no social life. He had plenty of free time, all of which he spent reading and learning things.

For a time, he had learned to draw. Theory had been easy for him, but his hands did not cooperate very well, so he could only give up halfway through.

From an aesthetic standpoint, the proportions of He Li'an's face were practically perfect.

His facial contours were smooth, his features deep and defined, and his thick brows pressed over eyes like stars. Such a deeply handsome face naturally carried an aggressive edge.

But he was gentle by nature, which made him seem very approachable.

If he got angry, he would probably be very fierce...

"Yu An?"

"Mm."

Yu An snapped back to his senses and looked at He Li'an blankly.

He Li'an laughed. "Were you not listening at all?"

"Mm." Yu An nodded obediently in admission, then blurted out, "You're really good-looking."

He Li'an blanked for a moment before seeming to react. He raised a hand to his lips and gave a light cough. "I... you..."

Seeing the redness creeping over his ears, Yu An asked sincerely, "Are you embarrassed?"

"No..." He Li'an was clearly bad at lying, his gaze darting around badly.

Knock knock—

Zhu Wen's voice sounded after the knock on the door. "Young Master, dinner is ready. Would you like to eat in the dining room, or have it sent up?"

He Li'an hurriedly replied, "We'll eat in the dining room."

After saying that, he seemed to feel that he had been impolite and asked Yu An somewhat awkwardly, "Would you like to eat in the dining room, or have them send it up?"

Yu An looked at him. "Same as you."

"Alright." He Li'an avoided his gaze and stood up as if relieved, heading over to push the wheelchair.

Yu An threw back the covers and sat at the edge of the bed. When He Li'an came over, he swung his bare feet and said seriously, "Socks."

The book said it was important to keep one's feet warm, or the cold would enter the body and make one sick.

He Li'an chuckled. "I'll get them."

Yu An frowned in confusion.

What was he laughing at?

He Li'an not only brought him socks, but also a coat.

Yu An took the coat and put it on himself.

Just as he slipped his arm into a sleeve, he felt one of his feet caught by a dry, warm hand.

Yu An lowered his head in a daze and saw He Li'an crouching on the floor, putting socks on him.

He Li'an's hands were beautiful too, with long knuckles and distinct bluish veins beneath the skin, as perfect as his face.

Such beautiful hands were putting socks on him. Yu An felt a little embarrassed. "Are you this good to all your juniors?"

He Li'an smoothed the cuff of the sock, then looked up at him. "You're the only young junior I've ever taken care of."

"Why do you call me a young junior?" Yu An disliked that word "young." It made him sound weak.

"Because you're very young." He Li'an stood up. Seeing Yu An's fair little face drawn tight, looking adorably serious, he instinctively wanted to reach out and pat his head. But remembering Yu An's earlier resistance, he had no choice but to lower his hand again.

Yu An emphasized, "I'm eighteen."