Chapter 55 p2
He Renyuan felt that since his father had already made it public, it would be too strange for Bai Xiaocha to still call him uncle.
He messaged the private hospital’s blood bank, asking them to prepare to thaw all his blood.
His recent performance should have redeemed his freeloader image a little, right?
“You’ve been liking spinach a lot recently.” Bai Qingyu noticed that there was no spinach at the wedding banquet, and He Renyuan even asked the waiter to bring him some.
Bai Xiaocha understood, “Because spinach gives you strength.”
He Renyuan fed him a spoonful of chicken soup, at least he didn’t mention the word “strong” anymore.
He glanced at He Wangzhong, who was showing off his grandson two tables away, his face beaming, and said to Bai Xiaocha, “Grandpa will take you to the restaurant later, it’s Cha Bao’s exclusive restaurant.”
Bai Xiaocha, “Okay.”
After the banquet, most guests stayed to chat. He Renyuan left Bai Xiaocha with his parents and was quickly surrounded by uncles and aunties.
He Renyuan quietly retreated with Bai Qingyu.
Although he said he would drench Bai Qingyu in his blood, he didn’t dare to be so reckless in reality. If possible, he didn’t want his lover’s hands covered in his blood.
If Bai Qingyu could transform into a tea tree, and he let his blood seep into his roots, wouldn’t that be more harmonious?
Would that lead to failure?
He Renyuan’s mind raced. After leaving the banquet hall, he excused himself to go to the restroom and had 200cc of blood drawn.
He pressed the cotton ball against the spot through his clothes and came out looking pale.
Bai Qingyu immediately noticed something was wrong, “I always feel like you’ve caught a cold recently, and you said you didn’t.”
He Renyuan admitted, “A slight cold, I have something to tell you, let’s go home first.”
Bai Qingyu tried to touch He Renyuan’s wrist, but he dodged.
Bai Qingyu’s face also changed, “What are you hiding from me?”
He Renyuan led him towards the car. Bai Qingyu saw the driver waiting there. He Renyuan must have done something, he wasn’t even steady when walking.
Bai Qingyu stopped, refusing to go, “Explain.”
He Renyuan could only coax him in a low voice, “I had all my stored blood at the hospital retrieved, about 1500 ml. Losing this much blood is enough to be fatal for an adult. Let’s see if we can trick your ancestor’s restriction.”
Bai Qingyu stared at him, “You’ve also drawn a lot recently, haven’t you?”
He Renyuan, “A little, most of it was stored before.”
Bai Qingyu, “You lied to me.”
He Renyuan, “Sorry, baby, I lied. Then for the sake of my efforts, can you cooperate with me once? It would be a waste not to use it.”
A waste? Couldn’t be wasted…
Bai Qingyu followed He Renyuan home in a daze. The housekeepers were gone, the huge villa quiet. Coming from the lively wedding, he felt a little uncomfortable, even though the tea deity had lived countless days in the quiet divine realm.
He Renyuan pressed the spot where the needle was inserted, then took out a long box from his pocket.
Bai Qingyu’s eyelid twitched, this gesture was very familiar, because Xu Zhao had just demonstrated it. It was a ring box.
Click—He Renyuan opened the box. Inside lay a jade tea leaf hairpin.
“A spoon for Little Tea, a hairpin for Big Tea.”
A fool wouldn’t learn from successful experiences in the divine realm. He chose this time to give it, also wanting to try confessing one last time. Perhaps, even without his memories, Bai Qingyu would fall in love with him again, countless times?
He Renyuan’s gaze was unprecedentedly sincere and serious, different from his usual roguish look.
Bai Qingyu felt his heart stir, but another voice in his heart said, even if he was moved and wanted to agree, he couldn’t agree immediately.
That voice was also important, pulling at him, a slight pain in his heart. Bai Qingyu pressed his chest, wanting to hear its voice.
Bai Qingyu’s silence gave He Renyuan the answer. He felt a little defeated. Could it be that only a tea deity who had never been in love would fall for him? Once there were defenses, even the same person couldn’t move him.
Did immortals really understand what love was? Was it just a novelty?
He Renyuan smiled wryly. This was the closest he had been to his wish, yet he was overthinking it.
Overthinking was useless, he might as well act.
He Renyuan opened the medical kit and took out a black eye mask, “Too much blood isn’t a pleasant sight, close your eyes, think of it as hot water or dog blood.”
Bai Qingyu’s vision went black, his eyes covered by He Renyuan. Then, a dagger was placed in his hand.
“When filming assassination scenes, the actors have blood packs hidden in their chests, it’s all fake.” He Renyuan took Bai Qingyu’s other hand and let him touch the blood bag in the medical kit, already thawed to body temperature.
Bai Qingyu’s fingertips trembled.
He Renyuan put the blood bag under his shirt, trying to recreate the scene in the ancient book, “I’ll guide your hand, don’t be nervous. We have to be quick, the blood is getting cold.”
Bai Qingyu’s hand was shaking. He Renyuan smiled and asked, “Wife, have you ever killed a chicken?”
The next second, the blade of the dagger cut through his shirt and into his flesh, blood gushing out.
He Renyuan didn’t make a sound, holding Bai Qingyu’s hand and moving it down three inches. The dagger pierced the blood bag, and even more blood gushed out.
The warm liquid flowed along the dagger, spreading across Bai Qingyu’s palm, dripping onto his bare feet.
The black eye mask on Bai Qingyu’s face was also soaked. He raised his hand to take it off, but He Renyuan pulled him into an embrace.
Their clasped hands were stained red. He Renyuan held Bai Qingyu even tighter, to squeeze the blood bag empty, and to prevent him from taking off the eye mask.
Tears welled up in Bai Qingyu’s eyes.
His black eye mask, He Renyuan’s black shirt, were all soaked, indistinguishable between blood and tears.
Bai Qingyu tried to see the person in front of him clearly, but his vision was either black or white. Black was the mortal’s deception, white was the clouds and mist of the divine realm.
He remembered… he remembered.
Bai Qingyu dropped the dagger and hugged He Renyuan with his blood-stained hands.
What first filled his mind wasn’t their intimate moments, but He Renyuan rushing towards him with a crutch, his face anxious.
They had just decided to live in the human world together after He Renyuan’s internal injuries healed.
He Renyuan started teaching him about the human world, the most important being the various laws.
He taught Bai Qingyu about shopping, QR code payments, traffic laws, and traffic lights.
It just so happened that Bai Qingyu went to the human world to get food. He went to a more prosperous town, early in the morning, holding a white flour bag, under the mango trees, picking up the small mangoes that had been blown down by the wind last night.
He had to come early, or the sanitation workers would sweep them away, or they would be crushed by car tires.
He picked a full bag, about twenty kilograms, enough for He Renyuan to eat for a long time. These ripe mangoes were very sweet. If he made them into mango jam and mixed it with water, it could replenish He Renyuan’s sugar levels.
As the tea deity was picking, his earlobes suddenly turned red.
He easily carried the mangoes, saw more mangoes on the opposite side of the road, and specifically found a traffic light to cross.
An electric scooter, taking advantage of the empty street in the early morning, sped by. The driver was looking at his phone, not at the traffic light, and collided head-on with Bai Qingyu.
Bai Qingyu had seen the scooter long ago, but He Renyuan said that the rules of the human world were red light stop, green light go.
The pedestrian crossing was green now, it was his turn to cross. But the scooter showed no sign of stopping, and Bai Qingyu stubbornly stood his ground.
He Renyuan always asked him to refute him, to find loopholes in his words.
But he was stupid, he didn’t know how to find them.
Bai Qingyu glared at the scooter, thinking, he had found a loophole in He Renyuan’s words – the traffic lights didn’t work.
Bai Qingyu originally wanted to dodge, but he forgot about the bag of mangoes in his hand.
The bag was caught by the scooter, and Bai Qingyu, unwilling to let go of the bag, stumbled.
The mangoes spilled all over the ground, and Bai Qingyu’s elbow was slightly scraped.
The driver looked around, cursed, “Are you blind?! Are you trying to extort me?! Here’s a hundred yuan to buy some band-aids! Keep the change!”
The driver clearly wanted to scare Bai Qingyu into settling privately, throwing a bill at him with a fierce expression.
Bai Qingyu picked up the bill and looked at the driver blankly, “For me?”
The driver got on his scooter, “Of course! That’s it!”
Bai Qingyu put the money in his pocket, ignoring the pain, and picked up the mangoes from the ground, so they wouldn’t become “road obstacles” as He Renyuan called them.
The flimsy flour bag was torn. Bai Qingyu pinched the hole with one hand and carried the bag with the other, returning to the divine realm.
After putting down the mangoes in the divine realm, Bai Qingyu finally had time to look at his wrist. It was slightly scraped, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t want to use his divine power to heal it, because He Renyuan’s internal injuries still needed it.
He would just mash some herbs and apply them.
He Renyuan saw Bai Qingyu clutching his arm and the torn robe he had worn for a hundred years without any damage and knew that he had encountered an accident outside.
“Come here, let me see.”
Bai Qingyu put his hand behind his back, “I need to wash the mangoes, they’re covered in dust. Do you eat mango peels? Can I make jam with the peels?”
He Renyuan knew he was deliberately changing the subject, “Come here.”
Bai Qingyu not only didn’t come over, he ran.
He Renyuan was anxious, afraid it was a serious problem, and chased after him with his handmade crutch.
But the ground wasn’t paved, it was covered in grass, stones, and the roots of thousand-year-old tea trees.
He Renyuan was anxious and tripped over a tree root, his crutch breaking, his face covered in dirt, but it didn’t matter.
Even if he was useless, he still had two hands. He would crawl all over the mountain to find Bai Qingyu.
After walking only a few dozen meters, Bai Qingyu heard the noise, ran back, and appeared beside him, “I’m fine, I just scraped myself on an electric scooter, and my mangoes spilled all over the ground.” He sounded more distressed about the mangoes.
He Renyuan looked at Bai Qingyu’s bleeding elbow with regret. He was terribly wrong, the outside world was dangerous, he shouldn’t have let him go to the human world alone, just to satisfy his appetite.
He would rather have no strength, he wouldn’t eat anymore.
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The second half: President He, who doesn’t eat.
