An Yi sat at the dining table, glancing at the clock on the wall.

It was already past 10:30 in the evening, and there was no movement at the door. It seemed that Yan Chen wouldn’t be coming.

He called the man, but it rang five times without an answer, so he hung up without trying again. Yan Chen liked this about him, quiet and sensible, unlike other little lovers who would bombard him with calls if they couldn’t reach him.

The dishes on the table, prepared for the busy night, had already cooled down. An Yi had no appetite and couldn’t be bothered to reheat them, so he wrapped them in plastic wrap and put them in the fridge, no need to cook for the next two or three days.

As usual before bed, he took half a tablet of Oxazepam. The medication seemed to take a while to work, so An Yi reluctantly swallowed the remaining half, just managing to feel drowsy.

In a half-dream state, he felt someone lying face down on the bed behind him, a hot body covering his back, with a hint of alcohol.

At first, An Yi thought he was dreaming, until the pain hit his brain nerves. He fought against the effects of the medicine, forcing his eyelids open, and in the bumpiness, he saw the familiar silhouette, confirming that Yan Chen had indeed come home.

Without lubrication, An Yi couldn’t help but cry out in pain.

One hand was pushing back randomly, as if resisting, yet also teasing, prompting the man to clamp down on his wrist, his movements becoming more fierce.

With his face buried in the pillow, most of his cries were muffled, and An Yi was suddenly flipped back to lying flat on his back, feeling dizzy for a few seconds.

“Why are you crying.”

In the dim light, Yan Chen’s hot palm came down, wiping away the tears on An Yi’s face, kneading his moving lips a few times, then moving down to grip his vulnerable throat.

In this aspect, Yan Chen liked to have absolute dominance.

An Yi had always been compliant, opening his mouth when told, kneeling when told, even if his wrists were roughly pinched red, his neck choked red, he never wanted to dampen the other’s enthusiasm.

There’s no man who doesn’t like to be pleased like this.

An Yi thought this was probably the only skill he had to keep Yan Chen.

He had been with Yan Chen for five years, and apart from sleeping together, there was little other communication between them. Yan Chen also rarely stayed over, but perhaps he had drunk a bit too much today and tossed around for most of the night before finally showering and returning to bed.

An Yi was particularly happy, the disappointment of waiting all night disappeared.

He didn’t ask Yan Chen where he had been that night, who he had been drinking with, or if he had forgotten about the dinner they had arranged earlier. He didn’t have the right or the position to question, nor did he want to pursue an answer that was bound to make him sad.

Yan Chen was tall and took up almost all the space with his nearly 1.9-meter height, plus the bed was a bit narrow, An Yi lying beside him, he could easily roll off accidentally, but he didn’t feel crowded at all.

His gaze lingered on the man’s handsome and deep facial features, unable to move away at all.

Yan Chen had enchanting good looks.

His features, especially his brows and eyes, were exceptionally charming, even if he glanced without any emotion, it would make people feel deeply moved.

However, An Yi was well aware that this arrogant guy never deigned to talk about love with anyone.

When they met, it was only for mutual pleasure in bed, just for fun.

“What’s with that expression,” Yan Chen suddenly turned over, ambiguously rubbing his waist, “didn’t you enjoy it just now?”

An Yi said softly, “Remember to use protection next time.”

“No,” Yan Chen refused confidently, “I only feel at ease doing it with you. Don’t you like it too?”

An Yi blushed with embarrassment and silently turned off the light.

Yan Chen pulled him into his arms, teasing, “You are really thin-skinned.”

“Let’s sleep.”

An Yi’s heart pounded wildly as he nestled in Yan Chen’s arms, keeping his eyes open until dawn.

At seven o’clock, he got up to make breakfast.

Yan Chen was very picky. They usually employed an executive chef from a five-star hotel, and his taste buds had long been spoiled. In order to make him comfortable with the food, An Yi had even taken a six-month cooking course.

As he busied himself in the kitchen, he heard Yan Chen getting up, and turned to see the man striding shirtless into the living room, his well-built body on full display, making An Yi’s face blush.

“Why didn’t you sleep a little longer?”

“The bed’s too hard, the room’s too small, and with you bumping into your pots and pans on this side, how am I supposed to sleep?”

An Yi looked a bit embarrassed, “I’ll be quieter next time.”

Yan Chen was very grumpy when he woke up. “I’ve told you several times to move to the villa in Lanshan. I can’t even drive my car in this rundown place.”

“That place is too far from the hospital, it’s inconvenient for me to visit Xiao Ya, so let’s just stay here.”

Yan Chen didn’t respond, and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

An Yi carefully placed the carefully prepared breakfast on the table, and heard Yan Chen say, “Next month, the resort developed by Nancheng needs me to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony. You’ll come with me for a couple of days.”

“…But I have to take care of Xiao Ya.”

Being repeatedly rejected made Yan Chen’s tone impatient. “There are nurses in the hospital. What can you do there? And it’s only for two days, it’s not like you won’t come back.”

An Yi didn’t want to dampen his spirits anymore. “We’ll see when the time comes, okay?”

“Whatever,” Yan Chen said with a stern face, “If you don’t come with me, there are plenty of people who would want to.”

An Yi lowered his head and gripped the hem of his shirt tightly.

The Yan family was wealthy, with a vast business empire, and Yan Chen, at a young age, was in charge of two entertainment companies of considerable scale. With one foot in the entertainment industry, it might be an exaggeration to say that he could command winds and rains, but there was no shortage of handsome men and beautiful women who were eager to throw themselves at him.

In comparison, his own refusal just now seemed a bit ungrateful.

To ease the atmosphere, An Yi warmly invited him to come and eat, but Yan Chen turned back to the bedroom and came out wearing a suit jacket.

The shirt was wrinkled, and he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

The inside was empty, and his thin and beautiful chest muscles were faintly visible under the deep V-neck of the suit.

Seeing this, An Yi was about to find him some clothes, but he saw Yan Chen striding towards the door.

“Are you leaving?” An Yi asked hesitantly.

“Yeah.” Yan Chen lowered his head to change his shoes, seemingly not intending to offer any further explanation.

An Yi followed him to the entrance, his lips bitten and loosened. After struggling several times, he finally opened his mouth with embarrassment, “Um…can I borrow some money from you again? Xiao Ya’s medical expenses are a bit short.”

At his words, Yan Chen turned his head, his eyebrows slightly raised.

It was as if an invisible hand had grabbed An Yi’s heart.

“You’re quite interesting,” Yan Chen looked at him, a smile playing on his lips, “I didn’t mention it before, but just in the past few months, I’ve offered my card to you at least a dozen times, right? Every time you refuse to take it, and now when you’re short of money, you come to me for a loan.”

“…That’s two different matters.”

“Money is money, what’s the difference between high and low?” Yan Chen was very dismissive, “I think you’re just being overly sensitive.”

With that, he took out a bank card and threw it onto the shoe cabinet.

“This one has no spending limit, just swipe it as you please. Buy some good food, your butt is too thin, it’s uncomfortable to mess around with.”

The door opened and closed, and the entire house fell into a huge silence.

An Yi had cracked his fingers, feeling waves of piercing pain.

He silently accepted the lifesaving bank card and returned to the dining table.

Looking at the untouched and still steaming breakfast on the table, he sniffed and sat down to eat his portion.

After finishing the meal, he hand washed the shirt Yan Chen left behind, then cooked two side dishes and packed them into a thermal lunch box—Yesterday An Ya said she wanted to eat his cooking, so if he cooks now and goes out, he should be able to let his sister have a hot meal.

An Ya’s chemotherapy reaction had been quite severe recently, vomiting whatever she ate, so when she rarely had an appetite and felt hungry, he had to satisfy it.

As he walked downstairs to the ward, An Yi received a phone call.

It was from Yan Chen’s personal assistant, Jiang Hai.

As soon as he answered, the other party immediately began apologizing profusely.

“I’m really sorry, Mr. An, I’ve been so busy these past few days that I forgot about the medical expenses, I’m really sorry. I’ll communicate with the hospital and change the billing account to mine for regular payments, so you don’t have to worry about this anymore.”

“No need, no need,” An Yi hurriedly said, “I’m already embarrassed to borrow money, I can’t trouble you any further.”

“This is my duty, Mr. An, you don’t need to be polite. So, I’ll go to the hospital at noon, um, right now, I’ll go to the hospital now…”

“It’s really not necessary, Xiao Jiang, please tell Yan Chen for me that I’m very grateful for his help, and I’ll repay him as soon as possible…”

Mid-sentence, the call was abruptly disconnected.

Yan Chen threw the phone back at Jiang Hai, annoyed, “Why so much useless talk, go straight to the hospital billing office and if I see him struggling with medical expenses again, you’ll be fired.”

“Also, if the domestic bone marrow bank can’t find a match, contact overseas, it needs to be quick.”

Jiang Hai wiped his sweat in secret, nodding repeatedly.

And An Yi didn’t have time to dwell on the interrupted call, the food was getting cold.

He took the elevator straight to the 12th floor, where the specialized ward of the Blood Center was located, mostly treating patients with leukemia. An Ya’s ward was at the end of the corridor.

As he passed by one of the rooms, he heard heartbreaking cries coming from inside, the bed curtains were drawn, blocking the scene inside.

An Yi quickened his pace, stopped outside his sister’s ward to adjust his emotions, then pushed the door open.

The little girl, who had been staring out the window in a daze, immediately lit up when she saw him, her eyes bursting with vitality.

“Ge! Why are you so late today? I’ve been waiting for you for so long.”

“Something held me up for a bit, are you hungry?” An Yi set up the small table on the bed, laying out the lunch box, “Today I made your favorite dish, stir-fried mixed vegetables.”

An Ya lacked enthusiasm, but looked expectantly towards the door of the ward, “Did Yan Chen ge not come again?”

An Yi paused, the smile on his face still gentle, “Hmm, he’s been a bit busy lately, but he’ll come to see you once he’s done.”

^[1]Author’s Note: Warning warning! This story is full of melodrama, read at your own risk. **Spoiler: 1. The top has a bad temper in the early stages, speaks hurtfully, is a playboy who … Continue reading