That day, when Ji Yanzhi came home from work, the butler told him about the explosion he had heard.
"It gave me such a fright. There was a bang, and even the building shook..."
Before he could finish, Ji Yanzhi's expression abruptly changed. "Was Ji Ting hurt? Where is he now?!"
The butler froze for a moment, then hurriedly said, "Please don't worry. The Second Young Master is fine. He went back to his room half an hour ago."
Ji Ting had showered and dried his hair. He had just emerged from the bathroom when he saw Ji Yanzhi storm into his room.
Ji Ting was about to speak, but Ji Yanzhi seized his arm and looked him up and down several times.
Ji Ting blinked in bewilderment. "What's wrong?"
"Are you hurt? Do you feel unwell anywhere?!"
Ji Ting paused, then quickly realized: It looks like Uncle Yang told Ji Yanzhi about the explosion.
The hand around his arm suddenly tightened, much like Ji Yanzhi's heart, which had clenched again. It even trembled faintly.
Understanding his worry, Ji Ting laid a hand over his and reassured him. "I'm completely fine. The safety measures on-site were excellent. No one was hurt."
Even after hearing that, the tension in Ji Yanzhi's chest did not ease at all.
Ji Ting had died in a laboratory explosion in his previous life. Though that had not stopped him from pursuing scientific research, it had become a nightmare that held Ji Yanzhi captive.
He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath, his voice sounding utterly drained. "Ji Ear, could you..."
Ji Yanzhi swallowed the rest of his sentence, but Ji Ting seemed to hear what he was thinking. He lifted his arms and hugged Ji Yanzhi, saying softly, "I won't let that kind