Chapter 33 Part 2: That Night
After lying down, Feng Yan gently covered Yu Weixi’s mouth with one hand and placed the other on Yu Weixi’s stomach, loosely holding him.
“Can I stay with you?”
Yu Weixi stared at Feng Yan blankly.
His body was warm, and there was the scent of another man beside him.
“You… you’re not a painkiller. What’s the use of you lying here?” Yu Weixi pouted.
“At least I can stay with you.” Feng Yan was just lying next to Yu Weixi, sharing a pillow, very close.
“But I’m still in pain.”
“Should I sing for you?”
“No, it’s ugly.”
Feng Yan said with a sad face, “Do you really not want me to sing? Hmm?”
“Wait a minute.”
Yu Weixi took his phone and started recording. “Sing. I grant you permission.”
Feng Yan: “…”
Yu Weixi smiled. “This way I can use it to threaten you in the future.”
The corner of Feng Yan’s mouth twitched.
Yu Weixi said with dissatisfaction, “Are you not going to sing?”
“…I’ll sing.”
Feng Yan, by Yu Weixi’s side, began to hum softly.
Feng Yan was not a professional singer, so it naturally wasn’t that pleasant to listen to. But his voice was deep and hoarse. At this moment, as he slowly hummed a song, he was full of charm.
The man was lying on his side. Yu Weixi could see his bobbing Adam’s apple and the pectoral muscles under his V-neck just by turning his head. At this moment, this person’s strong hand was loosely holding Yu Weixi, singing in a voice that was unprecedentedly gentle.
It was a sight that would make one feel at ease, and listening to it would also make one feel at ease.
In the end, the phone slipped from Yu Weixi’s hand. The pain in Yu Weixi’s waist also slowly subsided, and he fell asleep again.
Feng Yan looked at Yu Weixi’s lowered eyelashes, his gaze as gentle as water.
As expected, a person’s heart is not made of iron and stone. As long as you treat even the sharpest person with gentleness, you can still get a relatively gentle response.
Feng Yan could feel that Yu Weixi’s attitude towards him was slowly changing.
Yu Weixi… is a silly child, Feng Yan thought.
Feng Yan felt that Yu Weixi was like the rose in The Little Prince. On the outside, he was covered in sharp thorns, always saying sharp and insincere words, but his petals were soft.
Just a little bit of water, just a little bit was enough. Feng Yan actually hadn’t had enough opportunities or time to be good to him, but he had already touched a soft petal.
Feng Yan rubbed his nose, got up, and was about to pick up the phone that Yu Weixi had dropped on the floor.
…Mmm?
Feng Yan frowned slightly. He saw another phone under the hospital bed.
Feng Yan picked up both phones. He recognized one of them as Yu Weixi’s, with that arrogant and tacky leopard print phone case.
The other one had a white glass phone case. Feng Yan looked at it for a moment but didn’t recognize whose it was.
Feng Yan was curious and wanted to turn on the screen. He found that, as expected, it was locked with a fingerprint and a password, but he could still see the screen saver.
The screen saver was a selfie of Luo Yucheng.
Feng Yan frowned slightly.
The only people who had come here, at least to the side of the hospital bed, were Chen Taochuan, Chu Qing, and Luo Yucheng. And the first two would absolutely not set Luo Yucheng’s photo as their screen saver, unless they were trying to lose weight.
Then… could this phone be Luo Yucheng’s?
The more Feng Yan thought about it, the more it made sense. After all, Luo Yucheng had been dragged out just now. Maybe he hadn’t noticed that his phone had dropped.
Feng Yan shook his head, thinking that he would have someone return it later, and directly threw the phone to the side.
However, the next moment, the phone rang.
Feng Yan frowned slightly.
Feng Yan had grown up in a family with a strict and rigid upbringing. He had grown into a perfect, smart, and successful man. His upbringing would not allow him to do anything out of line.
Now, he was dealing with Luo Yucheng only because Luo Yucheng had done something wrong and had harmed the person he liked, crossing his bottom line.
But something like answering someone else’s phone…
Feng Yan hesitated for a moment.
In the end, because of what Chen Taochuan and Tian Yawei had said, and especially because the phone number was labeled “Niu,” for the sasaeng fan Niu Mingliang’s “Niu,” Feng Yan still answered.
“Hello…! Hello! May I ask if you are Mr. Celebrity? I, I’m Niu Mingliang’s mother! Mingliang mentioned you to me!” The voice on the other end of the line was that of a middle-aged woman.
Feng Yan paused.
Niu Mingliang.
Feng Yan said “Mmm.”
“Please let my son go! Please!” The woman said, “My son did something wrong and went to jail, but you were the one who gave him the address. Can you think of a way to get him out? Please…”
Feng Yan’s eyes darkened.
He had walked right into his trap.
Feng Yan’s index finger was slightly bent, his knuckles gently tapping on the table.
“I can help you. How about this, I’ll give you a new number, we’ll exchange, and you’ll also give me your address.”
“Okay!” The woman on the other end had no idea about the twists and turns and just exchanged information with Feng Yan.
Then Feng Yan gave Luo Yucheng’s phone to his assistant and asked her to restore it to factory settings and delete everything inside, including the call history.
Feng Yan sat by the window of the hospital, his legs crossed, slightly lost in thought.
The sasaeng fan, and this incident…
Does Luo Yucheng hate Yu Weixi that much?
…Because of the merman male lead resource before?
Before, the merman male lead was originally set to be Luo Yucheng by the investors. But in the end, the author, director, and producer were all conquered by a single dance from Yu Weixi. They wanted him no matter what. If they couldn’t have him, they wouldn’t film it.
Luo Yucheng was thus intercepted by Yu Weixi for this phenomenal hit movie.
Feng Yan rubbed his temples.
He was already starting to doubt whether Luo Yucheng’s claim that he was the person from that night was true.
Did he ever speak the truth?
However, on the day of the incident, which was the celebration party for The Coast’s Solitude, Feng Yan had actually gone to check the surveillance the next day. Unfortunately, at that time, because it was a celebrity gathering and the investors were in control, the organizers were worried that something might happen, so the closed-circuit television system upstairs—in the private rest rooms—was turned off, leaving only the ones downstairs and on the stairs.
Therefore, Feng Yan had only seen himself walking upstairs unsteadily. And then almost the entire crew had gone upstairs to rest. He couldn’t see anything at all.
“Oof…”
Yu Weixi’s voice pulled Feng Yan back from his thoughts.
Feng Yan got up and sat down by Yu Weixi’s side, holding his hand.
“Nian…”
Yu Weixi seemed to be muttering something. Feng Yan lowered his head and brought his ear to Yu Weixi’s lips to listen.
“Nian… gao…”
Feng Yan paused, gently patted the back of Yu Weixi’s hand, and said gently, “Don’t worry, Yu Han is already on his way…”
“Go to sleep, Xixi.”
…
That night, after sleeping for a while, Yu Weixi’s spirits were much better, and his waist didn’t hurt as much as it did during the day.
And after nightfall, another surprise arrived.
“Daddy!!!”
The door of the ward was thrown open, and a small figure stumbled in with big steps.
“Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy!!!”
Niangao rushed to the side of the bed, struggling desperately to jump onto the hospital bed.
“Daddy! Sob… Daddy!” Niangao turned into a popping candy by the side of the bed, constantly jumping, wanting to jump up.
Yu Weixi couldn’t bend down for the time being, so Feng Yan smiled and picked up Niangao, pinching his nose. “Daddy’s waist is injured. Can Niangao be a little gentler?”
“Mmm…! Mmm, mmm, mmm!”
Yu Han, who was holding a large bag of nourishing soup, stood on the side, unable to help but smile.
After Feng Yan placed the little ball of fluff on the bed, Niangao carefully crawled forward, then held on tightly to Yu Weixi’s hand and said in a low voice, “Daddy, I miss you so much.”
Yu Weixi kept stroking Niangao’s hair with his other hand. “I miss you too, very, very much.”
“Sob…”
Niangao buried his head in Yu Weixi’s arm and sobbed.
“Daddy!!!”
“Come.”
Feng Yan picked up Yu Weixi, allowing him to also hug Niangao without putting pressure on his waist.
Yu Han, who was watching on the side, noticed Yu Weixi’s somewhat different attitude towards Feng Yan. Coupled with the game screenshot that Yao Xuhe had sent him that day, he felt a little strange in his heart.
Has it already… hmm?
“Daddy… wuwuwu, Daddy, you’ve been gone for so long.”
“I’m sorry…” Yu Weixi held Niangao tightly and kept kissing his face.
“Daddy is injured.” Niangao saw the bandages on Yu Weixi’s neck and forehead and blew on them.
“Pain, pain, fly away.”
“Mmm, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
Yu Han smiled and shook his head. He went up and opened the thermos. “Come on, everyone, let’s have some soup.”
Yu Han served the largest bowl and handed it to Feng Yan, bowing slightly. “Thank you for your hard work, Yan-ge, for taking care of Xixi these past few days.”
“It’s okay.”
Feng Yan felt a little reluctant in his heart. With Yu Han here, it meant that he had to go back to work and couldn’t stay here all day.
But… it was also good.
Feng Yan sighed. He also had to find time to deal with Luo Yucheng’s matter.
“Ding-dong.”
After going home and taking a shower, just as Feng Yan was about to go to bed, he heard his phone’s notification sound.
—You have been mentioned by @TheCoastsSolitudeOfficial.
Mmm…?
Did they release behind-the-scenes footage again?
Feng Yan helplessly clicked to see and found that it was a series of photos, group photos from the night of the wrap party.
Wait…
Feng Yan was taken aback.
The group photos of the main cast on the night of the wrap party, why is Luo Yucheng not in them?
And Luo Yucheng’s figure appeared in another dinner party with President Li that night.
Then that night…
Feng Yan held his phone tightly.
It wasn’t him.
