But Tao Zhi thought of a solution first.
Tao Zhi suddenly had a great idea, his eyes lighting up as he proposed: “I got it!”
“How about we both stay and take care of him?”
Fu Si Heng: “?”
What kind of joke was that?
–
Though…
Fu Si Heng agreed.
Tao Zhi might look like an obedient, dumb, easily swayed good kid, but on matters he was set on, he had this inexplicable stubbornness.
In such cases, no one could persuade him.
Not even if anyone else came; unless he changed his mind himself.
No choice, Fu Si Heng had to agree.
Him staying was better than Tao Zhi and Fu Zheng being alone together all night.
Thus, the two reached a consensus.
At first, Fu Zheng was very unhappy and unwilling. He didn’t want Tao Zhi to see him in such a pathetic state, but later, the doctor whispered something in his ear. Fu Zheng glanced at him suspiciously and reluctantly agreed.
After the doctor and bodyguards left, Tao Zhi walked to Fu Zheng’s bedside.
“Fu Zheng, are you thirsty? Want some water?” Tao Zhi figured he’d been yelling for so long, he must be parched: “Hot water or mineral water?”
“Mineral water’s fine.” Prompted by Tao Zhi, Fu Zheng did feel his throat was dry.
There was mineral water on the cabinet by the bed. Fu Zheng reached out to grab it himself, but Tao Zhi beat him to it.
“I’ll get it. Your arm’s scraped; the doctor said to avoid using that hand as much as possible. It’s hard to open with one hand.”
“Ha.”
What kind of talk was that?
Fu Zheng was unconvinced: “Just opening a cap takes no strength at all.”
No sooner had he spoken…
The cap-opened mineral water was handed right under Fu Zheng’s eyes, accompanied by Fu Si Heng’s cold, almost icy voice: “Drink.”
Fu Zheng: “.”
Tao Zhi turned his head.
“Not taking it? Waiting for me to feed you?” Fu Si Heng had no patience: “Or do you want me to pour it down your throat?”
Tao Zhi: “…”
So fierce.
Good thing he had insisted.
His intuition was right; Fu Si Heng wouldn’t take proper care of Fu Zheng at all.
“Fuck off, don’t disgust me.” Fu Zheng snatched the mineral water with his good left hand, chugged half the bottle, and set it back on the cabinet.
Tao Zhi took the cap from Fu Si Heng’s palm and screwed it back on the bottle.
After that, he pulled over a nearby chair and sat by Fu Zheng’s bed.
Fu Si Heng sat beside Tao Zhi.
The scene was downright bizarre.
Fu Zheng lay on the bed, Tao Zhi looked at him with concern, and Fu Si Heng sat expressionless.
The room stayed quiet for a minute.
“Fu Zheng, want some fruit?” Tao Zhi spotted fresh fruit on the cabinet and thought to peel one for him; otherwise, just sitting there dryly made the atmosphere so weird.
“Tao Zhi, are you still straight right now?”
The two spoke at the same time.
Fu Zheng paused.
Tao Zhi also paused.
Such a sudden question…
“Uh? I don’t want any.” Fu Zheng answered first.
Even if Fu Zheng was dense, he could see Fu Si Heng was right there by Tao Zhi—who was he to get fruit peeled for him?
That fruit would definitely be peeled by Fu Si Heng.
Disgusting.
The brothers had never gotten along before, and now as love rivals, they despised each other even more.
After answering Tao Zhi, he continued on his own: “You should still be straight, right?”
“Uh, yeah.” It was abrupt, but Tao Zhi nodded.
Fu Zheng: “Then I’m relieved.”
Tao Zhi showing up with Fu Si Heng felt off to Fu Zheng; he had a vague unease.
Now, after confirming Tao Zhi was still straight, he felt much better.
Fu Zheng was the one who truly believed Tao Zhi was straight.
Even though he found it unbelievable.
Even though he knew Fu Si Heng must have been pursuing Tao Zhi during the time he was earning that money.
But Tao Zhi had said he was straight—hesitation-free—and Fu Zheng believed him.
He hated it before when Tao Zhi was straight; now he was just as glad.
“Good as long as you are.” Fu Zheng warned him: “But don’t buy into Fu Si Heng’s bullshit about how straights can kiss too.”
“That’s all nonsense he’s feeding you.”
“You need to keep your distance from him.”
“…”
Uh.
Why suddenly say that?
Fu Zheng’s train of thought was so weird—zero warning, straight out of nowhere, mouth spouting kisses left and right.
Tao Zhi’s ear tips heated up a bit, his lashes trembled, and he hung his head, mumbling stuffily: “We haven’t kissed.”
“Heh.” Mingling with Tao Zhi’s voice was Fu Si Heng’s mocking laugh.
“What’re you laughing at?” Fu Zheng exploded at the slightest prod: “Just you wait; I’ll figure out a way to get that 200,000. Your plan won’t work.”
“And we agreed on fair competition—what do you mean stalking me with your people all day?”
