Only Took Care of You, My Junior

Yu An listened for a while.

Once he confirmed that Zhu Wen was badmouthing 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 based on your baseless suspicions. He was already in poor health, and his foot was injured too. This time, you went too far."

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

Because childlike meant weak. It meant needing a guardian.

And he did not need any of that.

But He Li'an had unhesitatingly taken his side and spoken up for him, which made him somewhat happy.

Perhaps because He Li'an's tone had been rather harsh, Zhu Wen fell silent for a moment, and his voice weakened somewhat. "But, Young Master, is Yu An's identity really reliable? Could he really not have done it on purpose..."

Perhaps afraid of angering He Li'an, Zhu Wen did not continue.

Through the crack in the door, Yu An saw He Li'an helplessly hand Zhu Wen the leave slip. "Yu An wasn't lying. He really is my direct junior. 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 any information on him 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 now.

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

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

Zhu Wen apologizing 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. Soon, he heard movement by the door.

The visitor moved extremely lightly.

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

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

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

Yu An lay beneath the covers, looking up at him with wide eyes, his voice small. "It's a little hard to breathe."

In truth, he did not feel nearly as bad anymore.

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 very seriously.

When a person's emotions rose and fell sharply, their pupils would dilate as a physiological response.

He Li'an's pupils had widened slightly too. The muscles of his face were taut, and he truly looked worried about him.

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

He Li'an was still worried. His brows furrowed even more deeply, but his voice grew gentler.

"Weren't you feeling unwell just now? Let the doctor examine you, all right?" Yu An looked far too thin. Even if he said he was fine, He Li'an was still worried.

"All right." 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 such an insignificant matter.

Zhu Wen brought the doctor over.

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

Yu An looked up and saw Zhu Wen standing behind He Li'an. His cold gaze was full of hostility, with a trace of wariness mixed in.

Perhaps because He Li'an had scolded him, Zhu Wen slightly lowered his eyes when Yu An looked over, restraining himself 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 as well..."

Only after listening carefully did He Li'an's expression relax.

Zhu Wen escorted the doctor out, while He Li'an sat down beside the bed. "I'm sorry. You came to my home to recover from your injury, yet something like this happened."

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 studied drawing. Theory came easily to him, but his hands did not obey him 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 face was smoothly contoured, his features deeply defined. Thick brows shadowed eyes like stars; such a profound and handsome appearance naturally carried an air of aggression.

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 came back to himself 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 looked momentarily blank before seeming to react. He lifted a hand to his lips and gave a light cough. "I... you..."

Yu An saw the reddened tips of his ears and asked sincerely, "Are you embarrassed?"

"No..." He Li'an was clearly not good at lying; his eyes darted about badly.

Knock, knock—

Zhu Wen's voice sounded after the knock. "Young Master, dinner is ready. Will you eat in the dining room, or have it brought up?"

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

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

Yu An looked at him. "The same as you."

"Okay." He Li'an avoided his gaze and got up to push the wheelchair as though relieved.

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."

Books 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 jacket.

Yu An took the jacket and put it on himself.

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

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

He Li'an's hands were beautiful too. His knuckles were long and slender, with clear 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 and looked up at him. "I've only taken care of you, my little junior."

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

"Because you're very young." He Li'an stood up. Seeing Yu An's fair, serious little face, which looked adorably stern, he instinctively wanted to reach out and pat his head. Then he remembered Yu An's earlier resistance and could only lower his hand again.

Yu An emphasized, "I'm eighteen."