“Young Master, did you have a good time last night?”

Upon hearing this question, Wen Lin shot a sharp glance at the assistant in front of him.

The assistant wisely shut his mouth.

Had a good time?

Although his memory was a bit fuzzy, last night Ming Che seemed to be very gentle with him. He remembered the man smiling and talking to him a lot, and in the end, they even slept in the same bed. Judging by Ming Che’s attitude, it seemed like he had agreed to it.

“By the way, Young Master, you need to go home for dinner tonight. There’s a guest at home, the son of Madam’s friend, who will be staying temporarily. Madam wants you to meet him.”

“Got it.”

The car quickly drove away from the hotel and soon disappeared at the end of the road.

–

In a bright garden, a handsome young man was watering flowers with a watering can. The housemaid saw him and hurried over to stop him.

“Young Master Song, leave these tasks to us. You’re a distinguished guest; how can we let you do such things?”

The young man smiled good-naturedly.

“It’s okay. I really like flowers. Seeing beautiful flowers puts me in a good mood.”

“Oh dear, Madam, Young Master Song is…”

An elegant and beautiful woman slowly walked down the steps. When the young man saw her, he put down the watering can and greeted her with a smile.

“Auntie, good morning.”

“Le Ran, why are you up so early?”

“I’m used to it at home. Aren’t you the same, Auntie?”

The woman draped in a red shawl, which made her look even more stunning, said, “Auntie is getting old and can’t sleep.”

“How could that be? Auntie doesn’t look old at all; you look very young,” Song Le Ran said.

The woman was amused, “You really know how to talk, kid.”

“By the way, Auntie, I haven’t seen your son.”

Mentioning her son brought a hint of worry to the woman’s brow. Her son, who was brought back at nineteen, had already developed his personality. Although he wasn’t cold towards them, there was no mother-son intimacy.

But then again, it’s normal since he wasn’t raised by her side.

“He took over the company just a year ago, so he’s quite busy. But he’ll be back tonight, and you can meet him then.”

“Really? I remember playing with him a few times when we were kids. I wonder what he looks like now. I should call him brother, right? I remember he’s older than me.”

“Yes, your Ah He… Oh, I always call him by his old name. Your Ah Lin Gege is three years older than you.”

Names are something you get used to, and they didn’t change it. As long as the person is back, it’s fine.

“I’m a bit worried. I wonder if Ah Lin Gege still remembers me.” Song Le Ran showed a worried expression.

“Don’t worry, he’ll definitely like you.”

The woman thought to herself, with Le Ran’s good nature, it would be great if he could become friends with Wen Lin.

…

The filming of “Flowing Pearl” continued. Due to its high popularity, there were occasional media interviews during the shoot. The two main actors attended most often, and sometimes Ming Che was also brought along.

Soon, Ming Che’s major scene arrived. After the release of the costume photos, many people were eagerly anticipating how this scene would turn out.

The female lead, Liu Zhu, although a disciple of the immortal sect, had demon blood in her. Because of this, she was hunted by both the righteous and demonic paths. Ming Che’s character, the senior brother, planned to send Liu Zhu to a place where she could avoid both paths, but they were ambushed by a demon elder.

The demon clan was determined to reclaim the demon blood in Liu Zhu. To protect her, Ming Che fought the demon elder in a bamboo forest.

Ming Che was no match for the powerful elder and quickly fell into a disadvantage. Seeing the female lead, who had already been punished in the immortal sect, Ming Che gritted his teeth and persisted. In the end, his inner core was shattered, and his meridians were severed.

Just as the female lead was about to fall into the elder’s hands, the male lead finally arrived, activating a magical artifact to take her away at the last moment.

After the female lead’s heart-wrenching cry of “Senior Brother,” Ming Che slowly closed his eyes, ending his short life.

This scene was emotionally intense for both Ming Che and the female lead. After the director called “cut,” the female lead ran to him, tears streaming down her face, and hugged him.

Ming Che knew she was still immersed in the scene, and tears also fell from his eyes. He patted the female lead’s back.

“Senior Brother, goodbye.”

The female lead quickly pulled away from him, looking as if she had composed herself.

Ming Che smiled and nodded.

“Junior Sister, you’ll have to walk the path on your own from now on.”

After a short break, Ming Che needed to shoot a few close-up shots.

After putting on the harness, the staff lifted him to the highest point. This was a scene where he needed to be filmed falling from the sky after being hit by the demon elder.

As the camera rolled, Ming Che fell rapidly from the sky. Due to different angles, he had to do it several times.

Ming Che prepared his expression, waiting for the descent. When he was still a certain height from the ground, he suddenly heard an unusual sound from the harness attached to him.

A few seconds later, the harness above suddenly loosened, losing its buffer, and Ming Che fell directly to the ground. As he hit the ground, he protected his vital parts, but sharp pain shot through his arm and leg.

The moment the accident happened, people around rushed over.

…

In the morning, Wen Lin came out of his room, about to leave. As he passed through the courtyard, he suddenly stopped.

Someone was sitting in the garden, with a pot of flower tea on the table, holding a volume of poetry and softly reciting the verses.

This scene was infinitely close to what he had imagined, except it shouldn’t be this person. In his imagination, the person sitting here should be…

“Ah Lin Gege.”

Wen Lin snapped back to reality. He nodded slightly at the person and then walked away. The person behind him caught up.

Song Le Ran greeted him with a smile, “Good morning.”

Wen Lin glanced at him. This person had been staying here for a while, but Wen Lin hadn’t had much interaction with him.

“Good morning.”

“Aren’t you going to have breakfast before leaving?”

“No need.”

Wen Lin opened the door and quickly walked to the car parked at the entrance. The assistant opened the backseat door for him, and Wen Lin got in.

“Young Master, that Mr. Song is waving at you,” the assistant said, noticing the scene in the rearview mirror.

Wen Lin didn’t even lift his eyes, “Drive.”

This morning, he had to meet a few people to discuss a new project. The other party was more difficult than he had imagined, and by the time they finished, it was already past lunchtime.

“Find any restaurant.”

Wen Lin got into the car for the return trip and told the assistant.

“Okay, Young Master.” The assistant started the car, suddenly remembering something, and added.

“Young Master, Mr. Ming got injured while filming.”

Wen Lin’s head shot up.

“What?!”

“It seems there was an accident with the harness, and his hand and leg are both fractured.”

“Forget the restaurant, let’s go see him. Do you know which hospital he’s in?”

“I’ve already found out.”

The assistant switched the destination on the GPS and set off on a new route.

…

His right leg and right hand were both fractured. The leg was in a lighter condition, and he could still walk with crutches. However, the incident had scared Ming Che’s assistant, who repeatedly urged him to stay in bed and rest.

Ming Che lay in bed, staring at the hospital ceiling, while his assistant went out to buy lunch and hadn’t returned yet.

He was a bit hungry. Ming Che casually picked up an apple from the fruit basket, wiped it with a tissue, and took a bite.

The door to the ward suddenly opened, and he thought it was the assistant finally returning.

“Why are you so late?”

Lying in bed, Ming Che took another bite of the apple, when suddenly a hand reached over and took the apple from him.

“?”

Ming Che was puzzled when he saw Wen Lin.

“Why are you…”

Before he could finish, Wen Lin picked up the fruit knife from the table, smoothly peeling the apple. He cut it into pieces and used a toothpick to offer a small piece to him.

Cut into small pieces, it was easier to eat. Ming Che was fed until the apple was reduced to just the core.

“Ming Ge, I’m back!”

The assistant’s voice came from outside the door. When he saw the scene inside, he paused, suddenly feeling awkward. He walked to the bedside and spoke softly.

“The nearby restaurants are quite far, so it took me a while to buy this. Ming Ge, please have some.”

The assistant had seen Wen Lin before and only knew he was an investor, unsure of how to address him. He stammered.

“Would this gentleman like to have some too?”

Wen Lin neither agreed nor refused. He simply adjusted the bed’s controls, raising it to a comfortable height for Ming Che to sit without effort, then set up the table.

The assistant, being perceptive, placed the food and soup he bought on the table. Wen Lin opened the packaging, holding a box of rice in his left hand and chopsticks in his right.

“Which dish would you like?”

The assistant stood awkwardly in place.

“Don’t just stand there, sit and eat,” Ming Che said to the assistant before answering Wen Lin’s question.

“Anything is fine.”

Wen Lin first picked up some greens and fed them to Ming Che. After he finished, he offered a piece of meat.

Although he didn’t know why Wen Lin was here, he decided to ask after finishing the meal.

Ming Che cooperatively opened his mouth, eating everything Wen Lin fed him.

“Drink some soup.”

Wen Lin put down what he was holding and picked up the soup from the table. The assistant had only bought a single serving, just enough for Ming Che.

It was a bit hot, so Ming Che used his uninjured hand to hold Wen Lin’s wrist, blowing on it a few times before drinking. The second time, Wen Lin knew to blow on it before feeding him. The bowl of soup was quickly finished, and Ming Che was full. When Wen Lin tried to feed him again, he turned his head away.

“I don’t want any more.”

Wen Lin put down what he was holding and looked at him without speaking.

“Have you eaten?” Ming Che asked him.

The assistant had bought two servings, and now there wasn’t much left to eat.

“I’ll go buy some!” The assistant, who had felt awkward since coming in, couldn’t eat properly during the meal. Now, hearing there was something to do, he immediately got up.

“No need, someone will buy it.”

Wen Lin stood up, said to rest well, and left.

As soon as the door closed, the assistant couldn’t help but ask Ming Che.

“Ming Ge, what’s your relationship with him?”

“We used to be friends. Now, I’m not sure.”

The assistant made a meaningful “oh” sound, his expression intriguing. After receiving a warning look from Ming Che, he smiled obsequiously.

What kind of friend would personally feed you?