Fu Zheng had a sense of crisis, and Fu Si Heng was much the same.
Unlike Fu Zheng, who had suddenly realized it, Fu Si Heng had been full of crisis from the moment Fu Zheng was hospitalized and Tao Zhi offered to take care of him.
To that end, he had guarded against it in every possible way—no overnight stays, no cooking, always following close behind. He thought he had been quite effective, but then he took a call in the hospital parking lot and arrived a few minutes late. Tao Zhi had nearly fed that idiot Fu Zheng the soup.
When he saw that scene, Fu Si Heng’s emotions were far from as calm as he appeared on the surface.
Fortunately, it hadn’t happened.
And after he appeared, Tao Zhi obediently handed over the soup bowl right away and walked toward him.
That was his only psychological comfort.
…
There wasn’t much comfort to be had.
During this time, Fu Si Heng had seen everything about how well Tao Zhi treated Fu Zheng.
Classes were busy, yet Tao Zhi made time every day to visit Fu Zheng.
The hospital wasn’t close to their school—it took forty minutes by car.
Yet he came without fail every day, checked if Fu Zheng needed any help, and then returned to school.
Even on the busiest Saturday.
After finishing his tutoring session and walking the dog, on the way back to school, he made a special trip to the hospital to see Fu Zheng and stayed for half an hour before leaving.
Today was even more so.
He got up at eight in the morning and went to the supermarket to buy ingredients.
Tao Zhi was usually quite frugal, always eating the cheapest set meals in the cafeteria, but for Fu Zheng’s ribs, he chose the most expensive kind.
Ribs costing nearly a hundred yuan, bought from the supermarket in the mall.
And in the end, he even wanted to cook for Fu Zheng.
Of course, it didn’t happen.
With Fu Si Heng there, Tao Zhi couldn’t succeed.
The soup and lunch were both made by Fu Si Heng, but he had still nearly failed to prevent it.
He had only stepped away for a phone call, and it had almost been fed to him.
Fu Si Heng was very jealous.
When he saw that scene, he actually wasn’t calm at all.
He had nearly died of jealousy.
This out-of-control, uncalm feeling made him very unaccustomed.
And yet Tao Zhi was completely oblivious.
He followed Fu Si Heng’s footsteps to the window at the end of the corridor and asked, “Fu Ge, what did you want to talk to me about?”
Mid-April in S City was full of spring vitality, with a gentle breeze blowing.
The peach blossoms outside the window were in full bloom, petals swaying in the wind, and the soft strands of hair on Tao Zhi’s forehead swayed along with them.
Fu Si Heng stared at him for a few seconds. “Why were you going to feed Fu Zheng the soup?”
“Huh?” Tao Zhi was stunned.
What a strange question.
He had called me out here just to say this?
“Because Fu Zheng’s hand isn’t convenient,” Tao Zhi replied after snapping back to reality. “He has a big abrasion on his arm, and it’s wrapped in gauze right now.”
“It might not be convenient for him, so I was going to feed him.”
Is that so.
Fu Si Heng didn’t believe it.
“You’re so easily fooled,” Fu Si Heng said.
Tao Zhi: “…?”
What?
Tao Zhi looked at him in confusion, his eyes full of doubt. “How am I easily fooled?”
“Everywhere,” Fu Si Heng said, then suddenly stepped closer to Tao Zhi.
The distance between them shrank abruptly, the man’s oppressive figure looming over him. Tao Zhi wasn’t used to this and turned his head to retreat, but Fu Si Heng cupped his face.
Fu Si Heng lowered his head, lifting Tao Zhi’s face with both hands so they looked at each other.
“I’m jealous,” he said.
…
Huh?
Such a sudden statement left Tao Zhi stunned for several seconds. “Jealous?”
Fu Si Heng: “Mm.”
What was there to be jealous about?
And… what kind of baseless jealousy was this?
Was he going to make trouble for him again next?
Tao Zhi suddenly grew nervous.
It wasn’t unfounded; he was all too familiar with this pattern, and Fu Si Heng did have a history of it. Tao Zhi had a good memory and remembered every instance.
At the airport, jealous, he had kissed him until he couldn’t breathe.
At the resort, jealous, he had deliberately dragged him into the closet and kissed him, nearly scaring him to death.
Very bad.
So upon hearing this, Tao Zhi’s first reaction was tension. He subconsciously clenched his fingers, his heart pounding.
“I want to bite you,” Fu Si Heng said, perfectly fitting Tao Zhi’s stereotype of him.
“N-No, you can’t bite,” Tao Zhi refused hurriedly.
He wanted to cover his mouth, but his cheeks were held in Fu Si Heng’s hands, so he couldn’t reach. Tao Zhi could only place his fingers on Fu Si Heng’s wrists and push lightly.
“I know,” Fu Si Heng said in a low voice.
That was why he had held back until now.
He really wanted to win Tao Zhi over, to be with him—it wasn’t just for fun. Of course, he wouldn’t do anything during the pursuit that would make Tao Zhi dislike him.
But he had endured for too long, and he didn’t know how much longer he would have to endure.
This was probably punishment for bullying him too much before.
Fu Si Heng occasionally thought that way.
In the past, he hadn’t known restraint, only chasing immediate gratification, progressing too fast with Tao Zhi. Actually, Fu Si Heng had intended to slow things down, to get along gradually.
But sometimes he couldn’t control himself.
Like now.
Or just now, when he saw Tao Zhi holding the spoon, nearly feeding Fu Zheng.
That unpleasant mood was completely uncontrollable.
…
But he still controlled it.
Fu Si Heng pressed his tongue against his teeth, then released Tao Zhi and asked, “Can you keep some distance from Fu Zheng?”
