Chapter 20 Part 2

“Brother, is the softness okay? Let me know if it’s not—after all, you’ll be using it plenty of times.”

There was a suggestive glint in his eyes.

The faint relaxation on the man’s face darkened at those words.

He spat out coldly, “Eat. And shut up.”

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The next day, when Feng Qinghan returned to the hospital, everyone fussed over him with concern.

After all, taking a day off was a rare occurrence for him. In their eyes, Dr. Feng seldom skipped late-night overtime shifts, let alone requested leave.

“Dr. Feng, are you feeling okay?”

“Dr. Feng, I think you’ve just been working too hard lately. You really should take it easy and not push yourself so much.”

“Dr. Feng, my mom just brought back some local specialties from our hometown. Here, take them to nourish yourself.”

For the first time, Feng Qinghan realized just how warm and caring his department’s doctors and nurses could be.

Once he finally fended them off, he rubbed his temples with a headache.

Suddenly receiving so much attention left Feng Qinghan wondering if he should actually thank Jing Chi for it.

The thought of Jing Chi brought the young man’s face to mind unbidden, along with his words from that morning: “Brother, I’ll bring you lunch at noon.”

Jing Chi wouldn’t join the production crew for a while yet, and the idea of not seeing Feng Qinghan for an extended stretch made him want to glue himself to the man’s side.

At the thought, a soft smile warmed Feng Qinghan’s eyes.

Just then, a doctor pushed the door open. Spotting the smile, he grinned knowingly. “Looks like our great Dr. Feng has fallen in love.”

When Feng Qinghan didn’t deny it, the doctor’s certainty grew. Grinning wider, he added, “You have to introduce us sometime.”

Feng Qinghan nodded.

At that moment, a voice echoed from the hospital corridor: “Excuse me, is Dr. Feng here?”

“Someone’s looking for you, Dr. Feng. I’ll head out,” the doctor said, slipping away.

Feng Qinghan went to the door and faced a unfamiliar middle-aged man.

“And you are?” He studied the man, asking hesitantly.

“I’m the husband of Pang Chunxia, the patient you operated on recently. I came specifically to thank you.”

With that, the man started to kneel. Feng Qinghan reached out to stop him, but Jing Chi’s anxious voice rang in his ear.

“Don’t touch him.”

As soon as Jing Chi finished speaking, a fierce glint flashed across the face of the man who had seemed so unassuming. He drew a fruit knife from his clothes and slashed at Feng Qinghan.

Screams erupted immediately in the corridor, and chaos broke out.

Before anyone could react, Jing Chi rushed forward at blinding speed and wrested the knife from the middle-aged man’s grasp.

In the struggle, though, he still managed to cut his hand.

Blood dripped down drop by drop. Feng Qinghan, standing closest, felt his eyes turn red in an instant. With a fierce kick, he sent the man flying.

He cradled Jing Chi’s hand and asked carefully, “Jing Chi, how do you feel?”

The blood on Jing Chi’s hand stirred long-buried memories to the surface.

Feng Qinghan knew the knife had been aimed at his own hand—Jing Chi had simply taken the blow for him.

Seeing the distress in Feng Qinghan’s expression, Jing Chi quickly reassured him. “It’s nothing, Brother. I’m fine.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” the man murmured, his voice trembling.

The last time Feng Qinghan had looked this helpless was during the kidnapping. Jing Chi pulled him into his arms, heedless of his own injury, and gently patted his back. “Brother, I’m right here. I’m fine,” he said softly.

The knifeman had already been seized by security.

Lights flashed on the surrounding cameras. Jing Chi knew people were filming—there were always bystanders eager for some drama.

He frowned, not wanting Feng Qinghan dragged into public gossip because of him. Spotting the nearby office, he pushed open the door and led him inside.

Jing Chi’s lightning-fast reaction was all thanks to the System.

The System had spoken up just as Jing Chi reached the hospital entrance.

“Host, the villain seems to be in danger.”

Their mission was to save the villain and keep him from repeating his past mistakes. So when someone tried to harm Feng Qinghan using a method straight out of his previous life, the System reacted at once.

Jing Chi’s face changed instantly. He broke into a sprint toward Feng Qinghan’s office.

He arrived just in time to see Feng Qinghan step out, coming face-to-face with the dangerous middle-aged man.

Thank goodness the System had warned him promptly—he’d made it just in the nick of time.

Feng Qinghan remained dazed, his mind replaying the blood from moments ago. The agony of his hand being ruined in his previous life came flooding back.

“Brother, my hand hurts so much.”

Jing Chi knew he needed to divert Feng Qinghan’s attention first.

Sure enough, at those words, Feng Qinghan snapped back to the present.

“Right, let’s go find a doctor.” Panic filled his face, his usual calm composure utterly shattered.

Jing Chi smiled helplessly and took Feng Qinghan’s hand with his uninjured one. “Brother, isn’t the doctor right here? It’s just a flesh wound, really. A simple bandage will do.”

“Is it?” Feng Qinghan asked hesitantly.

Jing Chi wiggled his fingers to demonstrate their flexibility. “Yes, I just grazed the blade.”

“Brother, you do it for me. I don’t want anyone else touching it.” Seeing Feng Qinghan still a bit out of it, Jing Chi started to wheedle.

Feng Qinghan finally pulled himself together. He hurriedly fetched the office’s medical kit and took out the iodine and cotton swabs.

“Bear with it for a second.”

Jing Chi watched quietly as Feng Qinghan carefully wiped the blood from the edges of the wound, revealing a gash that wasn’t deep but stretched fairly long.

The man blew on it gently. Jing Chi felt no pain at all—just a ticklish itch in his palm.

Gazing at Feng Qinghan’s profile so close to his own, he couldn’t resist leaning in for a quick kiss.

Feng Qinghan paid no mind to the gesture. He sprinkled some hemostatic powder on the wound and wrapped it neatly in gauze.

Only once it was done did he fully regain his composure.

He knew this incident was no simple case of a disgruntled patient making trouble. The previous one’s surgery had gone perfectly, so what had driven this man to act?

His eyes darkened slightly.

“Brother?” Jing Chi called out to Feng Qinghan.

Feng Qinghan refocused, his gaze filled with apology. “You got hurt today because of me. I’m sorry.”

Jing Chi bristled at the formal tone. He pouted. “Sorry, sorry, sorry. I shouldn’t have saved you—I should’ve just let you get hurt. After all, what do we have to do with each other?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Feng Qinghan said hastily, tension in his expression. “I just don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Should I stand by and watch you get hurt, then?” Jing Chi shot back. “Instead of all these apologies, how about Brother lets me have my way a little more tonight?”

Jing Chi blinked at him meaningfully.

The once-serious atmosphere instantly took on a rosy hue.

Hospital brawls like this weren’t exactly rare, but they weren’t everyday occurrences either.

Someone suddenly noticed that one person in the video looked a lot like Jing Chi, though the shaky footage made it hard to be sure.

[With my mom eyes, that’s definitely our big boy.]

[Oh god, if that’s true, then Jing Bao got hurt.]

[Is no one paying attention to the person he was protecting?]

[There’s audio—sounds like someone’s faintly calling “brother.” That must be Jing Bao’s brother.]

Then came the question.

[Isn’t Jing Chi an only child? Where’d this brother come from?]

Nice catch, blind fans—you’ve hit the nail on the head.

By the time Manager Jiang caught wind of it, the whole world already knew.

Jing Chi and Feng Qinghan had already returned to the villa.

“Are you planning to go public with your relationship?” Jiang Yi cut straight to the chase over the phone.

Others might not recognize the other person in the video, but Jiang Yi suddenly remembered what Jing Chi had mentioned before. No need to guess—this had to be his boyfriend.

Jing Chi’s eyes lit up at her words, his tone brimming with delight. “Really? Can we announce it right now, then?”

Just then, Feng Qinghan set a glass of water down in front of him.

He asked casually, “Announce what?”

Jing Chi didn’t hesitate. “Our relationship.”

Feng Qinghan froze for a split second, then extended his hand. “Give me the phone.”

Jing Chi obediently handed it over, only to hear the man say to Jiang Yi, “Hello, Manager Jiang. This is Feng Qinghan. I don’t approve of Jing Chi going public with our relationship.”

Jing Chi’s eyes went wide.

What? Someone actually dared to stop him from staking his claim?

He lunged to grab the phone back, but a single look from the man sent him retreating.

Jing Chi could only slouch dejectedly onto the sofa.

Feng Qinghan took Jing Chi’s phone and stepped aside.

“Y-Young President Feng.” Jiang Yi was stunned.

She knew Jing Chi had connections, but she’d never imagined they ran all the way up to Chairman Feng’s son.

Though Feng Qinghan rarely showed up at the company, anyone at a senior level knew his name. He’d appeared at Feng Corporation gatherings before, even if he’d gone quiet in recent years.

Who could’ve guessed she’d one day hear his voice on her own artist’s phone?

“What Jing Chi said just now—don’t take it seriously,” Feng Qinghan instructed calmly. “Have the PR team issue a statement clarifying it was an act of bravery. If anyone asks about my identity, just say… a relative.”

“His career is on the rise. I don’t want this causing any misunderstandings.”

If they went public, his own identity would be impossible to hide, and the spotlight might shift in ways neither of them wanted.

Jiang Yi got it immediately and breathed a sigh of relief. “Understood, Young President Feng. I’ll get the team on it right away. Could you also have Jing Chi post a Weibo response?”

Jing Chi propped his chin on his hand, sitting on the sofa and watching Feng Qinghan with wide, hopeful eyes.

Feng Qinghan smiled, ruffled Jing Chi’s hair, and murmured, “Post a clarification on Weibo later. Say it was an act of bravery, and if they ask about me, call me a relative.”

Jing Chi shook his head. “No.”

“Be good.”

Jing Chi fell silent, but his pout made it clear he wasn’t happy.

Feng Qinghan leaned down, whispering in his ear, “Tonight, I’ll top.”

Jing Chi’s eyes lit up instantly, though he quickly schooled his excitement into a show of reluctance before grudgingly agreeing.

He pulled out his phone, snapped a photo of his hand, and posted it to Weibo with the caption: “Today was a day for doing good deeds.”

Fans flooded the comments almost immediately.

[Our Jing Bao isn’t just gorgeous—he’s got a heart of gold too.]

[Heartbreaking for Jing Bao. Take good care of yourself!]

Some were puzzled, though.

[Why was Jing Chi at the hospital?]

[Who even is that guy?]

Jing Chi cherry-picked a few to reply to: [Visiting a relative. Hope everyone leaves him alone. Love you all.]

[Ahhhh, he said he loves us! Jing Bao is too cute.]

[Relative? Haha, even if Jing Bao’s dating, Mom wouldn’t mind.]

Jing Chi itched to like that one, but he couldn’t. With a helpless sigh, he set his phone down.

Jiang Yi moved fast. The PR team jumped into action, quashing the buzz and redirecting attention to the incident itself rather than the people involved.

Soon, in addition to discussing Jing Chi’s heroic act, everyone began talking about the issue of medical disturbances.

And with that, the matter was laid to rest.

Night fell silently.

In the bedroom, faint gasps echoed now and then, so startling that Xingxing hid away.

After what Feng Qinghan had suddenly said to him, he regretted it deeply. His stamina wasn’t bad by any means, yet he hadn’t expected to tire out so completely.

In the end, Jing Chi pinned him down, gripping his waist.

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