Extra Story Three®

Today, Qin Chaochen went surfing at the beach with Fu Quezhi, and at night, he slept like a log.

The glaring sunlight shone on Qin Chaochen’s face, causing him to frown and instinctively reach out to touch the person beside him.

Hmm?

Qin Chaochen opened his eyes and didn’t find Fu Quezhi’s figure on the bed. Moreover, the color of the bed curtains and sheets was completely different.

He looked around and realized it wasn’t a seaside room at all; instead, it looked like a big hotel. He sniffed and caught the scent of alcohol all over himself.

He remembered that he didn’t drink last night, so why did he smell like alcohol now?

The doorbell rang once. Qin Chaochen didn’t open the door immediately; instead, he used the peephole to observe. It was a man, about twenty-five years old, who looked somewhat familiar.

Qin Chaochen calmly opened the door.

“Isn’t Chaochen just an award-winning actor? Is it worth being this upset?” Yan Hong comforted, “With the Qin family’s power, are you really worried that Wen Yu won’t comply with you? He’s just an actor.”

Seeing Qin Chaochen in a daze, Yan Hong thought he was upset. “Tonight, I’ll host a gathering and invite that actor over. Don’t pretend to be aloof; I have ways to make Wen Yu obedient to you.”

“I’m not interested.” Qin Chaochen, still unsure of the situation, forced a smile at Yan Hong, a smile that seemed a bit forced. “I’ll go take a shower first, so I won’t entertain you.”

“Go ahead.” Yan Hong mumbled softly, “He’s just an actor.”

Qin Chaochen took his phone from the bedside table with him. Luckily, it was fingerprint-locked; otherwise, he wouldn’t know the password.

He filled the bathtub with water while checking his phone for information. His appearance hadn’t changed much from when he was twenty-three, but his eyes fell on the year.

He was twenty-five this year.

He quickly flipped through his contacts.

There was no name of Fu Quezhi, but there were many familiar names. Qin Chaochen thought for a moment; they seemed to be those playboys from the circle.

The contact list included Gu Yunzhou and Fu Zhao, but not Fu Quezhi.

If anyone knew Fu Quezhi well, it would be Fu Quezhi’s enemy.

Qin Chaochen called Fu Zhao.

“Chaochen, let’s go have breakfast.” Yan Hong was delighted to see Qin Chaochen come out.

“I have something to do and need to go out first. You eat by yourself.” Qin Chaochen disappeared in a flash.

He and Fu Zhao arranged to meet at the café below Fu’s Company. Qin Chaochen sat in a chair, sipped his coffee, and his eyes lit up when he saw a figure.

“What does Young Master Qin want with me?” Fu Zhao sat in the chair opposite, puzzled. Qin Chaochen and he had little interaction, and he usually kept his distance from playboys like Qin Chaochen.

“I haven’t seen Fu Quezhi in a long time, so I wanted to ask you.” Qin Chaochen’s tone was calm, as if he was asking casually.

“Young Master Qin must be joking. Fu Quezhi is in a mental hospital; everyone knows that.” Fu Zhao looked at Qin Chaochen strangely. When mentioning the mental hospital, Qin Chaochen’s emotions fluctuated significantly.

“Which hospital?” Qin Chaochen asked.

Fu Zhao mentioned the name of the mental hospital, and the person opposite hurriedly left. Fu Zhao shook his head, feeling a bit sympathetic towards Fu Quezhi.

Qin Chaochen and Fu Quezhi grew up together, often quarreling. When Fu Quezhi was sent to the mental hospital, this playboy even went there to mock him.

Now, who knows what he’s up to again?

Fu Quezhi had been in the mental hospital for two years.

Fu Zhao sipped his coffee, revealing a victorious smile.

…

Qin Chaochen arrived at the mental hospital and reported his name, “I want to see Fu Quezhi.”

“Wait a moment, let me check.” The doctor typed on the computer.

“This patient hasn’t had any visitors for over a year, and the mental hospital fees have been overdue for a year,” the doctor looked at Qin Chaochen, “Please settle the fees first.”

Qin Chaochen paid the fees, “Can I see him now?”

With no financial support for over a year, Qin Chaochen wondered how the hospital treated Fu Quezhi. Hearing that Fu Quezhi was locked in a mental hospital, he suspected it might be the original ending of the story. Fortunately, Fu Quezhi hadn’t committed suicide.

“Go ahead,” the doctor said indifferently, “The patient’s mental state is unstable; don’t provoke him too much.”

Qin Chaochen frowned, “Don’t you need to verify my identity?”

Such negligence.

“The patient is an orphan; he’s the only one in his household,” the doctor said impatiently, “The person who brought him here couldn’t be contacted a year ago.”

“If you’re really someone related to him, take him away quickly.”

Qin Chaochen walked along the path into the hospital, seeing people acting crazy and others being dragged into rooms by nurses to be injected with sedatives.

Their faces showed no normal expressions.

“Are you a time traveler too?” A man suddenly jumped out and gave Qin Chaochen a strange smile, “I’m a time traveler too; I can foresee the future.”

“Great Sage Equal to Heaven, long live!” An old man knelt directly before Qin Chaochen.

“Great Sage, are we going to steal peaches from the Heavenly Palace today?” The old man quickly approached Qin Chaochen and whispered.

To Qin Chaochen, it was somewhat eerie.

“I’m busy today; let’s go to the Heavenly Palace another day,” Qin Chaochen played along with the old man.

“Listen to the Great Sage! I’ll come find you tomorrow!” The old man nodded and ran off.

Fu Quezhi’s room number was 605. Qin Chaochen finally found it. The room resembled a college dormitory, but it was a two-person room. One bed was empty, while the other had a small lump under the covers.

Qin Chaochen hesitated and took a few steps forward.

“…Cough, cough.” A muffled cough came from under the covers.

Fu Quezhi had the blanket over him, feeling feverish all over. His throat hurt, but there was no medicine.

Since a year ago, the hospital’s service had worsened, and his hands and feet were confined in this room, unable to escape.

After staying in the mental hospital for so long, Fu Quezhi began to doubt if he was mentally ill. Fortunately, his mind was relatively strong, and he could pull himself out of a rut.

Hearing footsteps, they didn’t sound like his roommate, who had a limp and didn’t walk so steadily, with such strong steps.

“…Who?” Fu Quezhi asked.

He didn’t expect anyone to answer. When he was bored, he would talk to the mental patients, but it was always nonsensical. After being locked up for over two years, Fu Quezhi initially sought conversation but gradually became silent.

“Qin Chaochen.”

Fu Quezhi was startled, “What are you doing here?”

Qin Chaochen noticed Fu Quezhi’s voice was somewhat sluggish, with a nasal tone. He quickly approached and saw Fu Quezhi’s flushed cheeks.

“Are you sick?” Qin Chaochen saw how thin Fu Quezhi was and quickly rang the bell.

“No one will come,” Fu Quezhi coughed, distancing himself, “Do you have something to discuss?”

“I’m here to take you home,” Qin Chaochen hesitated, a hint of heartache in his eyes that quickly disappeared, making Fu Quezhi wonder if he was hallucinating due to the fever.

“…Heh, I’m a useless person now,” Fu Quezhi’s lips curled into a sarcastic smile, “What tricks are you up to?”

“I want to start a 3D company to make games and need your help,” Qin Chaochen knew Fu Quezhi was highly cautious, so he quickly came up with an excuse.

“And seeing you work under me would make me very happy.”

Fu Quezhi’s mind raced, almost cursing at the childishness, but he realized he could use Qin Chaochen’s current state to his advantage and get out.

“The patient has a fever; let’s start an IV.” Soon, a nurse came to give Fu Quezhi an IV.

Fu Quezhi, in a daze, saw a man standing behind the nurse, unable to see his face clearly.

The iron chain on his wrist made a crisp sound.

Qin Chaochen heard the sound and was puzzled, “What’s that sound?”

“I remember, the person who sent him here said this patient is highly dangerous and needs to be restrained with chains to control him. The hospital, to be safe, kept him chained,” the nurse recalled.

Qin Chaochen’s expression changed, his face turning dark.

He didn’t expect the Fu family to be so heartless.

“Sir, the patient has fainted. Luckily, we started the IV; otherwise, it could have been dangerous,” the nurse said, “The patient took a cold bath in the bathroom, quite clever.”

Qin Chaochen’s face was grim, “Unlock the chains on his hands and feet.”

“…We nurses don’t have the authority; it requires the attending doctor’s signature, and the key is with the doctor.”

The attending doctor arrived immediately, “Sir, the patient is highly dangerous; unlocking them would be difficult for me.”

“Two hundred thousand.” Qin Chaochen didn’t want to use this method before, but he knew it was the most effective for some people.

“Sir, what do you take me for?!” the attending doctor exclaimed.

“Six hundred thousand.”

Qin Chaochen got the key, “Do you have any cotton?”

“Yes, yes,” the nurse quickly replied.

They now knew Qin Chaochen was a generous young master, and Qin Chaochen wasn’t bad-looking either.

Qin Chaochen carefully stuffed cotton into Fu Quezhi’s handcuffs and shackles.

“The patient is unconscious; he probably won’t feel much pain. You don’t need to be so meticulous,” a nurse muttered softly.

Qin Chaochen ignored her, using the key to unlock Fu Quezhi’s handcuffs and shackles. They had been on for so long that his wrists and ankles were red, with rust and bloodstains.

Fortunately, the cotton provided some cushioning. Fu Quezhi’s brows furrowed slightly, still unconscious.

“Alcohol and some healing ointments, please,” Qin Chaochen requested the nurse.

“No problem,” the nurse agreed. She hadn’t brought these things and was about to fetch them.

“Wait,” Qin Chaochen handed his watch to the nurse.

He said seriously, “This watch is collateral for the medicine. I don’t know much about medicine, so please use the best for him. Thank you.”

He seemed genuinely sincere and earnest.

The nurse paused, the watch looked valuable. She quickened her pace but couldn’t help glancing back at Qin Chaochen sitting nearby.

Once everyone left, Qin Chaochen, not feeling tired, wiped Fu Quezhi’s face.

With no one around, he quietly exhaled and, feeling a bit wronged, rubbed his face against Fu Quezhi’s.

“You’ll get better.”

Fu Quezhi had a beautiful dream, one without Fu Zhao or the fake young master. In his sleep, his brows relaxed, and a smile tugged at his lips.

When he woke up, he was very hungry, and the aroma of porridge filled his nose.

His gaze moved to the small electric pot on the bedside table, still steaming.

His eyes showed a hint of confusion.

How did these things get here? Fu Quezhi looked down, speechless.

His chains were gone, and he was on an IV.

Moreover, the wound on his foot was well-treated, with no pain, and the coolness on his ankle felt comfortable.

“Quezhi, you’re awake.” Qin Chaochen walked in, seeing Fu Quezhi already sitting up, quickening his pace.

Quezhi? Qin Chaochen called him so intimately?

“Mm.” Fu Quezhi remained calm, “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing, as long as you help me build the 3D company,” Qin Chaochen understood Fu Quezhi’s words. He was naturally suspicious, so Qin Chaochen reiterated that his help had ulterior motives.

“I’ll help you,” Fu Quezhi said. He guessed such tactics were taught by Qin Yuanshen; otherwise, how would a playboy like Qin Chaochen know how to win people over?

“The environment here isn’t good. You couldn’t move while unconscious, but now you can.”

“Okay, thank you,” Fu Quezhi replied politely. He indeed wanted to leave this hellhole as soon as possible; otherwise, he couldn’t feel at ease. He didn’t know how deep Qin Chaochen’s interest in 3D was, so he had to maximize its use while it lasted.

“Then get on.”

Fu Quezhi watched as Qin Chaochen pushed a wheelchair.

???

Very well-prepared.

Qin Chaochen happily brought Fu Quezhi back to his home.

As Qin Chaochen excitedly wheeled Fu Quezhi out of the mental hospital, Fu Quezhi glanced back at the place that had imprisoned him for two years, finally leaving the cage. His heart settled.

“So you brought me to your home?” Fu Quezhi asked, puzzled.

“You need a family doctor, and I don’t trust others to take care of you,” Qin Chaochen said matter-of-factly.

Fu Quezhi thought to himself, did Qin Yuanshen teach him too well?!

“No need to trouble Young Master Qin, you…”

“Don’t be polite with me; I’m still waiting for your help,” Qin Chaochen interrupted Fu Quezhi, “The kitchen made some dishes suitable for you; eat more later.”

Looking at the dishes on the table, Fu Quezhi was genuinely hungry. In the mental hospital, he was grateful not to starve, so he couldn’t be picky about the food. His picky stomach had lost its worldly desires.

After eating and drinking his fill, Fu Quezhi couldn’t refuse Qin Chaochen’s kindness. Qin Chaochen even wanted to give him the master bedroom, which Fu Quezhi quickly stopped.

Sleeping in the guest room, Fu Quezhi had a good night’s sleep.

His last thought before falling asleep was that Qin Chaochen was a naive sweetheart.

Yet, his lips still curled upward.

While recovering at Qin Chaochen’s place, Qin Chaochen cut off contact with his rowdy friends, staying home to accompany his sensitive and emotional wife.

Their relationship grew more harmonious, further convincing Fu Quezhi that Qin Chaochen was a naive sweetheart.

Until one day, Fu Quezhi met the popular actor Wen Yu.

“Chaochen, please help me,” Wen Yu pleaded, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes as he looked at Fu Quezhi’s cool and handsome face.

“I can’t help,” Qin Chaochen quickly distanced himself when he saw Fu Quezhi standing on the stairs, “Quezhi, I have nothing to do with him; he came to me, but I didn’t agree.”

The frost on Fu Quezhi’s face melted a bit, “Young Master Qin doesn’t need to explain to me; I’m not anyone to you.”

Doesn’t he need to explain? Qin Chaochen believed Fu Quezhi’s nonsense.

Soon, Wen Yu left unwillingly, secretly resenting Fu Quezhi. Rumors of Qin Chaochen hiding a beauty in a golden house spread in the circle.

“They’re just talking nonsense. I want your help; there’s no hidden beauty,” Qin Chaochen complained to Fu Quezhi.

“I know,” Fu Quezhi’s smile faded slightly.

“If anything, it’s a golden house hiding a bird,” Qin Chaochen grumbled.

He muttered to himself, “A proud golden canary.”

Fu Quezhi was taken aback, a smile spreading across his lips.

That night, Qin Chaochen was sleeping soundly when a thunderstorm woke him. He knew Fu Quezhi had been afraid of thunderstorms since being locked in the mental hospital.

He quickly went to the guest room, finding the door ajar. Qin Chaochen wanted to turn on the light.

“…Don’t,” Fu Quezhi said from behind the curtains.

Qin Chaochen walked over, gently hugging Fu Quezhi’s trembling body.

“Don’t be afraid…” Qin Chaochen suddenly groaned.

Fu Quezhi bit down on Qin Chaochen’s hand, his expression panicked, eyes filled with hostility.

Qin Chaochen didn’t shake him off, instead soothingly patting Fu Quezhi’s back. Despite the pain making his back feel cold, he suppressed his instinct to resist, the burning pain in his hand seeming to spread throughout his body.

“Qin Chaochen, I… I’m sorry,” Fu Quezhi said, trying to explain.

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” Qin Chaochen repeated twice.

“Does it hurt?” Fu Quezhi asked.

“If you feel sorry for me, give me a kiss,” Qin Chaochen joked.

Fu Quezhi took a deep breath, not speaking in the darkness. The atmosphere between them became a bit strange.

Qin Chaochen was about to say he was joking when a kiss landed on his lips in the dark, their breaths mingling, the atmosphere turning ambiguous.

Clothes rustled softly.

Qin Chaochen’s heart felt like it was hit by something, his scalp tingling.

He groped for Fu Quezhi’s head and kissed back.