Xiao Yin’s face showed a momentary tension and surprise before returning to calmness.

Due to professional habits, personal emotions and preferences mattered least to him. He could easily disguise himself as the type of person the boss liked anytime, anywhere.

So he smiled slightly, leaned down, and tried to undo Yan Chen’s belt.

Yan Chen stopped his hand, glanced lightly at An Yi, and Xiao Yin immediately understood. His arm crossed Yan Chen’s and grabbed An Yi’s hand.

An Yi’s face turned pale, wanting to pull away, but Xiao Yin had already lowered his head, closing his mouth around An Yi’s fingers.

His tongue curled over the fingertip, causing An Yi’s scalp to tingle.

Everything that happened in the hot spring room that night came flooding back like a nightmare.

But he didn’t move.

He had already prepared himself mentally before coming, and just now, Yan Chen had made it very clear. It was time for him to wake up.

Before his sister fell ill, he had always insisted, never willing to accept any expensive gifts or money from Yan Chen, just hoping that one day Yan Chen would change and they could “love” each other on equal terms. But now, he really should adjust his position and stop longing for any so-called “love”.

He wasn’t anything special, just one of Yan Chen’s kept men.

Now, for the money, he could do anything.

Seeing An Yi remain silent, letting Xiao Yin handle his fingers as he pleased, Yan Chen furrowed his brows.

Though An Yi still looked as quiet and obedient as before, Yan Chen couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable.

Especially seeing Xiao Yin’s hand trying to slip into his clothes, and An Yi not pushing him away, Yan Chen was so angry that he pulled him up directly and took him into an empty room next door.

“You seemed to enjoy being kissed and touched by him, didn’t you? You didn’t even push him away! So, was that you pretending to be serious with me before?!” Yan Chen threw An Yi onto the sofa, not very gently.

An Yi looked up at him. “Didn’t you like that?!”

“Who told you I liked that?!” Yan Chen sat down, glaring at him angrily. “Come here, let me see how well you’ve learned.”

An Yi wanted to get up, but Yan Chen grabbed his clothes and turned him around on the sofa, pressing him down.

An Yi looked worriedly at the door of the room, but Yan Chen couldn’t wait. He reached into An Yi’s collar and stroked his back.

An Yi stiffened for a moment, then obediently opened his mouth.

He tried to suppress his personal feelings, learning from Xiao Yin’s techniques and trying to please Yan Chen. Yan Chen, who had been holding back his frustration for a few days, finally found an outlet and dominated him, not giving him a chance to breathe.

In the end, An Yi could only passively let him control the rhythm, and then he heard Yan Chen command him in a slightly hoarse voice, “Swallow it.”

An Yi lowered his eyes, obediently doing as he was told.

But Yan Chen didn’t let him off easily. In this room, where someone could barge in at any moment, he stripped An Yi bare and gave him a practical lesson all night.

An Yi followed everything obediently.

Now, love and dignity didn’t matter. He just wanted money.

As long as there was money, Xiao Ya would have hope of surviving.

“Can you give me fifty thousand first?” An Yi’s throat was already hoarse from the ordeal, and he could barely speak.

Yan Chen had originally wanted to be affectionate with him for a while longer, As soon as he heard this, his face immediately fell. “If it wasn’t for money, would you still come find me?”

An Yi didn’t have the energy to think about whether the answer to this question would make a difference to Yan Chen. All he wanted now was to quickly get the money to the hospital. “Can you give it to me now? I’m in a hurry.”

Yan Chen let go of him and said coldly, “Go find Jiang Hai. Don’t bother me for money in the future.”

“Thank you.” An Yi trembled as he put on his clothes, didn’t look back, and left the room.

Yan Chen kicked the coffee table a long way in anger.

Not long after, there were two knocks on the door.

Yan Chen thought it was An Yi having a change of heart and returning, but when he opened the door, he saw Jiang Hai entering instead, making his expression even worse.

“So he just left like that?” Yan Chen asked coldly.

“Yes, Mr. An seemed to be in a hurry,” Jiang Hai approached. “There’s something I need to report to you about Miss An Ya’s condition.”

As Jiang Hai reported, Yan Chen’s brow furrowed tighter and tighter. “Why didn’t you say anything about such a serious matter earlier?!”

Jiang Hai explained, “I just received the news.”

Yan Chen said in a low voice, “Immediately get me the information about the person who wants to revoke their donation.”

“Mr. Yan, this information is confidential…” Jiang Hai started to say, but he was intimidated by Yan Chen’s sharp gaze and changed his words, “I’ll go handle it right away.”

Yan Chen got up and walked out of the room, realizing it was already getting light outside. He went straight upstairs to the suite where Qi Wenxing usually stayed in this club. He knocked on the door urgently, louder than a death knell.

Qi Wenxing, with his messy hair, cursed as he opened the door, “Are you crazy? I was just falling asleep!”

“Get dressed in five minutes and come with me. Bring your bodyguards.”

“What?” Qi Wenxing looked at him coldly and, realizing something was wrong from Yan Chen’s expression, became more alert. “What’s going on? Where are we going?”

“I’ll tell you on the way. Don’t let my sister and brother know about this.”

As Yan Chen and Qi Wenxing drove out of Xichuan, An Yi was queuing at the hospital to have his blood drawn.

He was pale, with dark circles under his eyes, and in poor spirits. Moreover, his veins were constricted, and the nurse struggled to draw blood.

After finishing, An Yi stood up, and for a moment, his vision went black. He quickly leaned against the wall, waiting until he recovered before floating off to the next examination.

The examination list included an electrocardiogram and routine ultrasound, requiring him to lift his shirt. An Yi lay stiffly on the examination bed, revealing his body full of hickeys.

Although doctors and nurses had seen all sorts of people, seeing this situation still made them look at him with a few more glances.

An Yi closed his eyes numbly, thinking that if he didn’t look, he could block out all the judgmental eyes.

But when he walked out of the ultrasound room and found that his pants were soaked in a small area, a hidden sense of shame surged over him like a tsunami, drowning him completely.

He ran into the stairwell, slapping himself hard.

Wasn’t this the same as selling himself?

Yes, it was.

But what choice did he have? He needed money; he wanted An Ya to survive.

As long as his sister could get through this ordeal, what was his cheap dignity worth?

An Yi rubbed his burning cheeks, gathered himself, and received An Ya’s video call as scheduled.

Every day, they would video chat for twenty minutes at this time.

However, today An Ya wasn’t feeling well. She lay languidly on the hospital bed, unable to hold her phone. She lay on her side, struggling to look at the screen with her eyes, and asked weakly, “Why is your face red? And your eyes are swollen…”

An Yi quickly lowered his head and wiped his face with his arm. “It’s nothing, just cold. It’s really cold outside.”

“Is it? Is it snowing again?”

“Yeah, the snow is heavy this year,” An Yi sat on the stairs, hugging his knees with one hand, burying half of his face in his arm, and muttered, “Did you eat the meal the caregiver auntie made for you today?”

“It wasn’t good. I couldn’t taste anything,” An Ya pouted. “I really want something spicy, like the sour and spicy noodles at the school gate.”

“Once you’re out, you can eat as much as you want,” An Yi’s eyes began to sting.

“But it might be a long wait,” An Ya sighed. “I just want to finish the marrow extraction quickly and go back. Being alone here every day is driving me crazy.”

An Yi forced a faint smile. “You always loved the hustle and bustle. Can’t calm down, can you?”

An Ya smirked cunningly and started talking to him about the bone marrow transplant that would be returned to the ward in a few days. Although she looked haggard, her eyes brightened noticeably when she talked about this topic. An Yi felt uncomfortable and afraid that he couldn’t control his emotions, so he quickly found an excuse to end the video call.

“Pull yourself together, don’t collapse. An Ya needs you.”

Whenever An Yi felt like he couldn’t hold on, he would nervously whisper to himself like this, cheering himself on.

His withdrawal from the medication didn’t go smoothly. By the third day, he experienced severe withdrawal symptoms, vomiting everything he ate. Sometimes, even if he did nothing, he would suddenly feel a rapid sense of weightlessness, making it impossible for him to continue his part-time job at the milk tea shop.

An Yi was caught in a terribly vicious cycle.

He tried to calm himself down at home by doing pottery, but when he came to his senses, the carving knife in his hand had already left a blunt, rough scar on his fragile wrist.

He hurriedly threw the carving knife aside.

He washed the wound and bandaged it up.

Then he stared at his wrist blankly for a long time, unable to remember at all how all of this had happened.

Fortunately, it was winter now, he wore thick clothes, and the wound was easy to hide, and it wouldn’t easily get infected.

Due to his special situation, An Yi’s medical report was expedited.

Soon, he was approved, and the next step was to go to the hospital to receive the mobilization agent and undergo the preparatory treatment before the transplant.

But as soon as he left the residential area, he saw Yan Chen leaning against the car door with one hand in his pocket, smoking a cigarette and impatiently making a phone call, looking very annoyed.

An Yi didn’t want to provoke him at this time, so he hurriedly lowered his head and walked faster, but he heard Yan Chen shout his name loudly.

An Yi shivered and stiffly turned his head.

Yan Chen had already put out his cigarette and quickly approached him. His handsome brows were furrowed, and his beautiful brown eyes were turned into light gold by the sunlight. “Trying to pretend you didn’t see me?”

An Yi averted his eyes and said softly, “I really didn’t see you.”

“Liar.” Yan Chen grabbed him and walked towards the car. “Hiss, why are your hands so cold?”

An Yi felt the wound crack, and he winced but didn’t say anything. He just pleaded before getting into the car, “I need to go to the hospital. An Ya will be returning to the ward in a couple of days.”

“Where do you think I’m taking you?! Get in the car.” Yan Chen pressed down on his head, stuffed him into the car, and then sat in as well, muttering, “I found the person who regretted donating. They’re at the hospital now.”

“What?!” An Yi looked at him excitedly.

Yan Chen clicked his tongue, sat up straight in the back seat, and teasingly didn’t say anything.

Jiang Hai, who was warming up the car in the driver’s seat, turned around and said to An Yi, “President Yan persuaded them with reason and sentiment. He convinced them, and Miss An Ya’s transplant will proceed as scheduled tomorrow.”

An Yi blinked slowly, then realized he wanted to call Lin Yuming to confirm the situation.

At this moment, Yan Chen reached out and pressed his screen, saying impatiently, “In the future, if you encounter trouble again, do you know who to contact first?”

An Yi looked at Yan Chen sitting in the golden sunlight, his throat dry, unable to make a sound.