The next morning, before the birds even woke up, Su He unexpectedly saw Sheng Jingyu returning from a morning run in the living room.

Sheng Jingyu looked terrible, squatting silently in front of the floor cabinet, rummaging through the medicine box. His right hand didn’t seem quite right.

As Su He approached, he could see the tiny beads of sweat between Sheng Jingyu’s hair. It seemed his arm, which was injured again yesterday, had worsened, and he was looking for painkillers. But what he took out was headache medicine, which wasn’t suitable.

“You can’t just take anything. Let me help you. Are you feeling unwell somewhere? I’ll help you find the right medicine,” Su He said, stepping in to stop him.

“Seeing you makes me feel unwell,” Sheng Jingyu replied, frowning and giving him a cold glance.

Well, if he still had the energy to retort, it seemed the situation wasn’t too bad.

“Then you don’t have to look at me.”

“This is my house. I can look wherever I want.”

“I’m not stopping you; it’s you who doesn’t want to look.”

“…”

Sheng Jingyu suddenly stood up, and it seemed his head started to hurt too, standing in front of Su He like a cold wall of ice.

“Fine, I won’t look. Don’t be mad,” Su He said, trying to soothe him. After all, Sheng Jingyu was his lifesaver.

He turned to make a call: “I’ll call Dr. Gu.”

When Gu Ming entered, he took one look at Sheng Jingyu’s condition and immediately started to rage.

His hand, which had a fracture, had suffered a secondary injury, causing inflammation. The inflammation led to a low fever, and the fever exacerbated his concussion symptoms. It was a chain reaction, and there wasn’t a single good spot on him.

“I told you not to use that hand. What happened? Did you get into a fight? Was it a fight only you could handle?” Gu Ming sternly glared at him.

Sheng Jingyu closed his eyes, not speaking, pressing his fingers tightly against his temples, his brows furrowed into a small peak that rose even higher.

Feeling guilty, Su He tried to explain a couple of sentences, but Gu Ming was noncommittal, casting another glance at Sheng Jingyu.

“If you don’t want to end up drooling when you talk, you need to stay put for the next few days. I’ll tell Uncle Sheng. What you need most now is to rest quietly,” Gu Ming said seriously.

But Sheng Jingyu wasn’t buying it: “You’ve said that before, it doesn’t have much deterrent power.”

“Last time, I might have exaggerated, but this time you have to believe me. Do you still want to hold the steering wheel again?” Dr. Gu pressed on.

Sheng Jingyu suddenly said, “I won’t be touching it anymore.”

His expression was unusually serious, and Gu Ming was taken aback. He knew Sheng Jingyu meant it. Chairman Sheng wouldn’t let him continue with “unorthodox” activities.

Both of them fell silent, and the atmosphere in the living room was momentarily still.

Su He looked at Sheng Jingyu, guessing that his mood was quite bad.

Gu Ming sighed, patiently trying to persuade him: “I know you don’t like having people around at home, but the current situation requires someone to be on standby to assist with your treatment. I’ll send someone I trust the most to you, ensuring they won’t be bribed or bought by anyone. How about that?”

Due to this unexpected incident, he had to reassess Sheng Jingyu’s physical condition and formulate a new treatment plan, requiring more time and effort to care for him to avoid any lingering problems.

Gu Ming fully understood Sheng Jingyu’s caution and resistance. Ever since Sheng Jingyu personally dismantled all the surveillance cameras at home, he had cleared out half of the people in the villa and issued a decree that no one could stay unless permitted by him.

Sheng Jingyu seemed to be considering it, but Su He could tell he didn’t want to agree.

“Or I could arrange a special care ward for you to stay at my place, and I’ll personally look after you?” Gu Ming offered as a compromise.

Sheng Jingyu remained silent, seemingly passively resisting the issue.

Gu Ming knew why he was so suspicious. He understood, and precisely because he understood, he couldn’t think of a better solution. Frustrated, he ran his fingers through his hair and cursed under his breath: “What kind of mess is this!”

The unresolved issue was clearly exasperating. From Gu Ming’s fragmented words, Su He pieced together that Sheng Jingyu was a highly suspicious person, something must have happened that made him stop trusting anyone easily…

He stepped forward and asked, “Dr. Gu, can I do it?”

Gu Ming seemed to have almost forgotten there was another living person standing there. After a moment’s consideration, he realized that the person he needed didn’t require advanced medical knowledge, just someone meticulous and reliable. And Sheng Jingyu wouldn’t accept outsiders.

Thinking it over, Su He was indeed the best candidate. He nodded: “Assistant Su, I think you can.”

And so, Sheng Jingyu began a week-long recovery period at home, staying with Su He.

Su He, grateful for his kindness, was even more patient with these tasks than before.

Every day, he diligently searched every corner of the villa for people, set alarms to help Sheng Jingyu change dressings and massage, and Gu Ming even sent over some traditional Chinese medicine, instructing Su He to simmer it slowly in a clay pot.

Whenever he was brewing the medicine in the kitchen, he would close the door to prevent the smell from spreading and bothering others. The kitchen was filled with smoke, like a fairyland.

Wearing a mask to block the smell, he would occasionally run out with a ladle to get some fresh air.

After doing this many times, he found himself changing clothes almost every time.

Once, as usual, he was brewing medicine, sitting on a chair by the pot, ready to stir at any moment. The steam made Su He’s little face flush, almost like he was in a sauna.

Suddenly, the kitchen door swung open. Su He turned his head, but the thick mist made it impossible to see who had come in.

Sheng Jingyu, with a wooden expression, raised his hand to disperse the steam in front of him and snapped on the air circulation system switch.

In the gradually dissipating mist, Su He saw Sheng Jingyu’s eyes seemed to say—Are you a complete idiot?

Then, without a word, the man left, as if he had come just to do that.

With the steam being sucked away, Su He finally felt a bit of coolness and let out a comfortable breath, finally saving himself from the daily clothing change ordeal.

But that wasn’t the most troubling thing for Su He. Sheng Jingyu’s right hand was back in a splint, and he was almost a person with half-lost motor skills, making eating and dressing a problem.

When Su He tried to help feed him, Sheng Jingyu wouldn’t even let him touch the bowl, as if afraid he might poison him.

Unable to use chopsticks smoothly, Sheng Jingyu resorted to using a fork or spoon. If he couldn’t manage it in one go, he patiently repeated the action countless times, refusing to let anyone interfere with his movements.

He didn’t mind the trouble, and naturally, Su He didn’t either. He just stood by, watching him eat, occasionally adding some soup to Sheng Jingyu’s bowl. A meal usually took over half an hour.

Eating was barely manageable on his own, but dressing and bathing were clearly too challenging for Sheng Jingyu, who had a “crippled” arm.

After bathing, Sheng Jingyu came out wearing a silk robe. Dressing was easy, but tying the belt was difficult, and Su He inevitably had to face the half-naked young master Sheng.

In this regard, Sheng Jingyu was quite open, with the robe hanging loosely on him, at least wearing boxer shorts inside. He stood with his hands spread on the carpet in front of the full-length mirror, waiting for Su He to tie the belt.

This body bore many marks of intense exercise, with firm and bulging muscles, and the veins snaking into the waistband seemed to tremble slightly with the pulse, a young body full of wild beauty and allure.

Su He focused on tying the belt, occasionally glancing at the smooth abs, genuinely envious. He didn’t have such a healthy and robust body.

Sheng Jingyu suddenly spoke: “Are you being so attentive during this time to make me believe in the cooperation you mentioned?”

Well, of course, it’s to make you believe I’m a good person and not chop me into pieces.

Su He silently mocked, but he nodded: “I’m not being attentive; this is just my sincerity in cooperation.”

Sheng Jingyu didn’t comment on his “sincerity,” quietly watching his actions.

He still had some fresh, clean water vapor on him, and Su He smelled it, quickening his pace, soon tying a bow on the belt.

Then he politely stepped back.

A week passed quickly, and Sheng Jingyu’s recovery was much faster than before.

After Dr. Gu finally allowed him to be discharged, Assistant Fang was immediately called in. While they were talking in the study, Su He had just seen off the visiting chef and started making today’s notes.

When Sheng Jingyu came downstairs, he saw Su He half-kneeling in front of a small low table, leaning there with a pen, writing and drawing.

It wasn’t the first time he had caught Su He sneakily writing something. Sometimes Su He would even glance at him to make sure he wasn’t looking before burying his head and writing secretly.

Sheng Jingyu had always been too lazy to care, but this time he caught him red-handed. This guy was probably secretly recording his schedule. The talk of cooperation sounded nice, but it was likely just a tactic to lure the enemy into complacency.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, and he thought Su He was really stupid. No one would use such an old-fashioned, unencrypted method like pen and paper for this kind of thing.

He walked over to Su He and directly asked, “What are you writing?”

Su He was startled, instinctively covering the contents of the notebook, stammering, “Nothing.”

Sure enough, his reaction deepened Sheng Jingyu’s suspicions.

Sheng Jingyu intensified his tone: “Hand it over.”

Thinking about what was written in the notebook, Su He was reluctant to hand it over.

His evasive actions, however, poked the hornet’s nest. Sheng Jingyu narrowed his eyes: “Is this the sincerity you mentioned?”

Sheng Jingyu paced over to Su He, his voice calm yet intimidating: “I don’t mind you playing little tricks in front of me, but you’d better not do anything behind my back. Otherwise, even if you’re Sheng Zonglan’s person, I won’t show mercy.”

Well, you are the best at chopping people into pieces!

Su He silently retorted, feeling Sheng Jingyu’s intense gaze filled with hostility. He blinked nervously, his eyelashes fluttering.

To say he wasn’t scared would be a lie, but more than that, he felt helpless: “You don’t need to threaten me. It’s really nothing important. I just don’t want to show it to you because it contains my privacy.”

Su He slowly moved his hand away, pushing the notebook towards Sheng Jingyu, looking quite innocent: “After you read it, can you give it back to me?”

Sheng Jingyu was momentarily taken aback by those bright, sparkling eyes, his hand reaching for the notebook paused.

He suddenly felt like a big bad wolf, forcing Little Red Riding Hood to hand over her basket of mushrooms.

How despicable, how cruel.

“I won’t take it. You can show it to me yourself,” Sheng Jingyu said, as if that made him considerate.

Su He had no choice but to start flipping through the notebook from the beginning. The records started from the first blank page and now filled over a dozen pages.

Most of the content revolved around Sheng Jingyu, noting that he had a bland palate and didn’t like heavy oil or salt, especially disliking certain spicy seasonings. It recorded his picky preferences for fruits, what he absolutely wouldn’t eat, and what he would only eat if peeled.

Not only did it include Sheng Jingyu’s taste preferences, but also his daily routine, like when he got up and when he went out…

“Sheng Jingyu doesn’t eat cooked scallions, raw garlic cloves, ginger with flavor, nor does he eat cilantro or celery… (200 words omitted), very picky.”

Next to it, in bold red letters: “Especially can’t eat peanuts, allergic!”

Further down.

“August 2nd, Sheng Jingyu got up and exercised for two hours, took a cold shower, not afraid of catching a cold.”

“August 3rd, he indeed caught a cold and was sneezing.”

…

“August 11th, Sheng Jingyu went out for a run in the morning, his injury hadn’t healed yet, so he had a headache when he returned, really doesn’t listen.”

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