Beat the piss out of him?

"It's not going up your ass. Why do you care how it looks?" Xia Qinghe raised a hand to push up the glasses on his nose, but his fingers met empty air. "My glasses."

Lin Fengmian glanced at him. Without his glasses, Xia Qinghe looked a little more aggressive, and even more punchable. He dumped him right there and turned to look for his glasses. It took him a while to find them wedged in the sofa, already bent out of shape. He fell silent for a moment.

One arm of the glasses was sticking up, much like Xia Qinghe's current condition. He hooked them onto Xia Qinghe's face, but no matter what he did, they would not sit straight. He gave up. "I'll replace them tomorrow."

Xia Qinghe curled his lips, took off the glasses, and tossed them onto the floor. Tilting his head, he rested it against Lin Fengmian's neck. "I can't hold out much longer, Mianmian."

Lin Fengmian hissed and dumped him again. This time, he came back with a bag of ice and stuffed it down Xia Qinghe's waistband.

The cold had Xia Qinghe fighting Lin Fengmian on the spot. "Fuck, are you trying to ruin my dick?"

Lin Fengmian grappled with him. "Fuck, it's not going up my ass. Who cares if it's ruined?"

"I even wrapped the ice in a towel. This is the fucking thanks I get."

Xia Qinghe was so angry he could have coughed up blood. What a fine brother he had in this love-hate relationship of theirs, throwing his words right back at him so soon.

Outside, Secretary Su pressed himself anxiously against the alloy door. Unfortunately, the room was too well soundproofed, and he could not hear a thing. Waiting out there was practically worrying him bald.

Suddenly.

The alloy door opened. Secretary Su looked up to see the two young masters tumble out, tangled together like a pretzel.

Fourth Young Master Lin's T-shirt had ridden up to his neck, exposing his pale back. The wide-legged jeans hanging low on his waist had twisted into skinny jeans.

What a perky ass. The thought had barely crossed his mind when a thud rang out, and President Xia hit the floor. His normally piercing eyes were now rabbit-red, but his hands were protecting Fourth Young Master Lin, who had his teeth sunk into his throat.

President Xia's tie had long since vanished somewhere, and two of his buttons were undone. The battle had been fierce.

Secretary Su hurried forward to pull away Fourth Young Master Lin, whose eyes were just as red with "bloodlust," only for a look from Xia Qinghe to stop him.

What business is this of yours?

Secretary Su: "..." He's practically biting through your throat, and you still won't let me help?!

The relationship between President Xia and Fourth Young Master Lin was truly too complicated.

He simply could not understand it.

The two fought their way from the doorway to the elevator. Somehow, the elevator doors opened, and they grappled their way inside.

Secretary Su stared at the suspicious trail of water stretching across the floor to the elevator.

Did he beat the piss out of him?

Holy shit. Secretary Su nearly jumped out of his skin. He hurried down one floor via the fire stairs to the executive office floor, then took the staff elevator down.

Please stop fighting. You've already caused internal injuries.

But all Secretary Su caught was the ambulance disappearing around the street corner, its siren wailing.

By the time he reached the hospital, President Xia was already on an IV, sitting on the sofa and chugging water, a clear set of teeth marks on his throat.

Meanwhile, Fourth Young Master Lin lay in the hospital bed with the covers over his head. A pale hand emerged from beneath them, grabbed the tissues on the bedside table, and hurled them at the sofa, straight at Xia Qinghe. "Turn off the lights."

Xia Qinghe caught the tissues one-handed, looking so cool that Secretary Su wanted to applaud.

Xia Qinghe glanced at Secretary Su.

Secretary Su hurriedly reached for the switch. The room instantly went dark, and President Xia's IV bottle reflected the light from the hallway, the remaining two-thirds of its fluid faintly visible.

He tiptoed inside. "President Xia, are you feeling any better?"

Xia Qinghe lifted his eyelids, but instead of looking at him, he looked at the little bundle on the hospital bed. "You can go home. Having Mianmian here is enough."

Another pack of tissues came flying.

Secretary Su caught it with quick reflexes, earning a displeased glance from Xia Qinghe.

?! What, was catching it wrong? Should I have let it hit you to death?! You masochist.

Secretary Su considered throwing the tissues at President Xia, then abandoned the idea two seconds later. He was not Fourth Young Master Lin. If he dared throw them, he would be packing his things tomorrow and going home to live on air.

He had elderly parents and children to support. He had to hold it in.

In the end, Secretary Su set the tissues on the side table. "I'll head home, then."

Secretary Su left the room, taking the discarded suit from the bathroom with him, and closed the door. Through the window, he could just make out President Xia getting up, carrying his IV bottle, and squeezing onto the hospital bed.

The two tugged at the covers a few times before finally going still. They seemed to have fallen asleep.

Secretary Su sighed and found a nurse, asking her to check on them from time to time, lest the IV run out without anyone noticing and President Xia kick the bucket in the hospital. Both he and the hospital would be in deep trouble.

There was simply no end to the worrying.

Secretary Su got into the car with the bag, then belatedly remembered the internal injuries. He went back to find a doctor and made the situation sound serious.

The doctor on duty grew anxious the moment he heard and rushed to the room with his staff.

The room was peaceful now, with only the soft sound of breathing.

In his urgency, the doctor switched on the lights, only to be greeted by two pairs of ice-cold eyes.

Xia Qinghe and Lin Fengmian wore identical expressions. You'd better have a good reason for disturbing our sleep, or else... heh!

The doctor swallowed under their stares. President Xia would drag Fourth Young Master Lin to the hospital over a sneeze, so he knew him too. No one should ever doubt this skinny young man's strength. He had once fractured someone's face with a single punch.

So when Secretary Su said President Xia might have suffered internal injuries from a beating, he had rushed over without the slightest doubt.

Looking at him now, his face thunderous but full of vigor, he seemed... quite healthy.

In the end, the doctor steeled himself. "President Xia, we still need to perform some more detailed examinations."

Xia Qinghe narrowed his eyes and looked at Secretary Su. "Secretary Su, explain."

A chill ran down Secretary Su's neck, and he confessed honestly. "I saw Fourth Young Master Lin beat the piss out of you."

Xia Qinghe: "...??!!"

Lin Fengmian: "Hahahaha~~~~ That was melted ice. I used it to chill his junk."

Xia Qinghe's face flushed red with anger. "You... get out."

With the misunderstanding cleared up, Secretary Su and the doctor promptly fled. What else were they supposed to do, stay and get yelled at?

Lin Fengmian nearly laughed himself into the grave. "Secretary Su is as hilarious as ever."

Xia Qinghe's face was thunderous as he ground out, "I'm firing him when we get back."

Lin Fengmian snorted. He had heard that eight hundred times already. He wrapped an arm around Xia Qinghe and pushed him onto the bed. "Come on, let's sleep. Don't be mad."

One second after lying down, Lin Fengmian sat straight back up and stared at the overhead light. "Xia Qinghe, remember to fire Secretary Su when we get back. He didn't even turn off the lights."

Xia Qinghe reached out and covered Lin Fengmian's eyes. "Rest in peace, Mianmian."

Lin Fengmian could not sleep with the lights on, but with Xia Qinghe's hand covering his eyes, everything was dark. Within seconds, he was asleep.

Green City Hospital was a private hospital owned by the Xia Group, open only to upper-class circles. There were few people here and even fewer complications, and service was essentially one-on-one.

As the man at the helm of the Xia Group, Xia Qinghe enjoyed an entire floor of VIP service.

When the nurse came to change his IV, the lightly sleeping Xia Qinghe opened his eyes like a ferocious beast lurking in the dark. The nurse accidentally met his gaze and got a terrible fright.

"President..."

Xia Qinghe gave him an icy look.

The nurse did not dare move.

Xia Qinghe glanced at the lights, which still made the room as bright as day. "Remember to turn off the lights and close the door when you leave."

The nurse nodded frantically, afraid that nodding too slowly would fail to convey that he had heard. The moment he finished changing the IV, he hurriedly switched off the lights, closed the door, and fled.

Once back at the nurses' station, he gingerly patted his chest. "That scared me to death."

"I told you before, President Xia only looks gentle and refined. He's actually ruthless."

"Exactly. Don't let that refined exterior fool you. Our hospital nearly got renamed Cuckold Hospital."

"Huh? Why give it a name like that? It doesn't sound very nice."

"I'll tell you, but you mustn't tell anyone else. Our hospital used to be called Qingwan Hospital. The former President Xia named it after his unattainable love." The head nurse gave the new nurse a look that said to work out the rest for himself.

The young nurse's eyes widened. "After President Xia took over, he wanted to rename the hospital Cuckold? To mock the former President Xia?"

The head nurse nodded. "But somehow, it didn't end up being called Cuckold. It became Green City instead."