Embrace

Su Xin's expression instantly froze.

He instinctively turned to leave, but the next second heard a half-smiling voice from inside the hospital room.

'Shixiong's already here, why not come in?'

Su Xin stumbled for a moment.

He gritted his teeth and strode out as if he hadn't heard.

Chu Ming, having come back to his senses, seemed to have grabbed a lifeline in an instant.

He yanked open the door, turned around, and pulled Su Xin back directly.

'Teacher Su, don't go,' Chu Ming said through gritted teeth with a smile. 'Since we've exchanged information, we should share fortune and misfortune together.'

...Su Xin only wanted Chu Ming to take sole responsibility for his own actions.

But before he could react, the next second, he was unhesitatingly pushed inside by Chu Ming.

Su Xin: ...?

He stood stiffly in place, met Ying Huai's half-smiling eyes, paused, and finally said quietly: 'Is your body feeling better... shidi.'

'I'm doing quite well.'

Ying Huai, half-leaning in Liang Shining's arms, said with a smile: 'Shixiong looks like he's doing well too.'

Su Xin instinctively raised his head, and the next second heard Ying Huai speak unhurriedly.

'Otherwise, how would shixiong have the mood to spread rumors?'

Su Xin instinctively said: 'I didn't.'

The moment his words fell, he felt Chu Ming pat his shoulder: 'I've already said that line, Teacher Su.'

Su Xin: ...

He continued trying to explain: 'I was just worried about you, so...'

Before he could finish, he heard Chu Ming beside him speak sympathetically again: 'I've said that too, Teacher Su.'

Su Xin: ...??

He gritted his teeth and turned his head, seeing Chu Ming give him a look that said better a dead friend than a dead me, and was almost amused into anger.

—He suddenly suspected Chu Ming was the one here to wreck his scene.

Ying Huai nestled further into Liang Shining's arms and silently yawned again.

The medicinal effect that had been suppressed for a moment was now gradually surging back, and Ying Huai felt his eyelids grow heavy.

He shrank down slightly, burying his head against Liang Shining's abdomen, listening half-heartedly to Su Xin continuing to make excuses.

The next second, he heard Su Xin say quietly: 'After the orchestra performance on the show last time, I saw you and Liang Shining coming from that side of the corridor. You didn't look right, so I was worried. I must have misunderstood...'

Ying Huai's consciousness, wrapped in drowsiness, was muddled. Before he could react to anything, he felt Liang Shining's body suddenly stiffen.

Ying Huai lifted his head in some confusion, silently mouthing: 'What's wrong?'

Liang Shining lowered his eyes to look at the drowsy person in his arms, and his expression relaxed slightly.

He reached out and gently patted Ying Huai's back, shaking his head silently.

Ying Huai trusted Liang Shining unconditionally.

He blinked, his eyelids slowly drooping, his gaze going unfocused again.

Across from him, Su Xin, seeing Ying Huai not speak, grew more anxious.

He took a deep breath, preparing to speak again: 'And about Teacher Mu...'

Before he could finish, he saw Liang Shining suddenly raise his head and gesture for silence toward him.

Su Xin's voice cut off instantly.

After a moment, he realized something and said quietly: 'He's asleep?'

Liang Shining nodded silently.

Chu Ming, who had narrowly escaped disaster, quickly exhaled in relief. Su Xin's tense body also relaxed for a moment.

At the door, Song Si Lan, who had watched enough of the drama, yawned and opened the door first: 'Alright, you've confessed, now get out of here.'

Chu Ming, unwilling, still wanted to drag Liang Shining out with them: 'Why doesn't he have to come out? He's sitting there, he won't disturb Huai ge's sleep...'

Before he could finish, the next second, he was slapped back by a man in a black windbreaker beside him.

'If your eyes are bad, let Si Lan treat them for you,' Yu Wu said with a grin. 'If you dare go over and wake Teacher Ying, I guarantee you probably won't see your Huai ge for the next month.'

Chu Ming's body trembled.

He subconsciously knew this person was telling the truth, but still muttered defiantly: 'Who are you? Do you know Huai ge? What gives you the right to say that...'

'Whether I know Huai ge or not isn't important.'

Yu Wu said unhurriedly: 'What matters is I know that if you dare go over, Liang Shining will definitely make sure you don't see your Huai ge for the next month.'

Chu Ming instantly shivered.

Song Xingzhou, who had been forced to watch a pile of drama on the side, followed the group in a daze.

Seeing Song Si Lan gently close the hospital room door, he couldn't help but ask again: 'So what exactly is the relationship between Teacher Ying and Teacher Liang now...'

'No particular relationship,' Song Si Lan said casually.

Song Xingzhou raised his head in confusion: 'Why...'

Song Si Lan narrowed his eyes and snorted: 'Why?'

'Let them torment themselves to death.'

'How can that be called tormenting? The heart's illness needs the heart's medicine to cure.'

A teasing voice suddenly came from beside them.

Yu Wu, casual and carefree, draped himself over Song Si Lan again, and said with a grin: 'But Si Lan and I are different. We're absolutely of one mind...'

Before he could finish, he saw Song Si Lan grab his wrist.

He didn't know where he pressed, but the next second, Yu Wu's face contorted, and he howled, immediately releasing the arm he had draped over Song Si Lan.

'What are you doing, Si Lan? How can you murder your husband...'

'Get lost.' Song Si Lan walked forward expressionlessly.

Yu Wu, clutching his nearly dislocated arm, hurried to keep up: 'What are you saying, Si Lan? We clearly already did it again on the bed last time...'

'Shut the fuck up.'

Song Xingzhou stood blankly on the spot.

—He inexplicably felt that compared to Ying Huai and Liang Shining, the strange doctor and Doctor Song before him were the pair with the more complicated relationship.

·

For the next few days, Ying Huai stayed obediently in the hospital room.

The reason was simple: although his body seemed to have recovered, in reality, after the previous experience, his foundation had not fully recovered.

Ying Huai ran a fever every night, delirious and drowsy, until the morning of his discharge when the fever had only just subsided slightly.

The persistent low fever finally made his fragile heart begin to protest. Ying Huai had no strength in his body these past few days, getting dizzy after a few steps.

When being discharged, Song Si Lan directly ordered Liang Shining to prepare a wheelchair, strictly forbidding him from walking out of the Hospital on his own.

Ying Huai really had no energy left to argue with Song Si Lan. With half-closed eyes, drowsy and muddled, he let Liang Shining carry him onto the wheelchair.

But just as Liang Shining pushed him toward the door, the next second, he heard hurried footsteps from the corridor.

Ying Huai instinctively raised his head and saw Song Xingzhou appear before them, a hint of urgency in his expression.

'T-Teacher Ying—'

Song Xingzhou spoke, gasping for breath.

Looking at Ying Huai's state, anxiety briefly crossed his face: 'Where are you going? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?'

'No, I'm being discharged today.' Ying Huai shook his head.

Song Xingzhou said somewhat blankly: 'Discharged? But you don't look well...'

Not far away, Song Si Lan, who was organizing medical records, turned his head at the sound. Ying Huai was afraid Song Xingzhou would say something that would send him back to the hospital room.

He hurriedly said: 'It's nothing, just some side effects from treatment. It'll get better in a while—is there something you needed me for?'

Song Xingzhou finally remembered the main business.

He took a deep breath and quickly took out his phone: 'Yes.'

'Chu Hongsheng contacted me again just now.'

Ying Huai was startled for a moment.

His brow instantly furrowed again.

·

The wind in the Hospital corridor was strong and didn't block sound, so Liang Shining pushed him back to the hospital room they had just left.

Ying Huai, half-propping his forehead against the wheelchair, lowered his head and rubbed his brow, looking at the phone screen before him.

What Chu Hongsheng had sent Song Xingzhou was particularly brief.

Chu Hongsheng: [Good work on the show last time. You did well.]

Chu Hongsheng: [Recently keep your distance from Ying Huai. If you get the chance, observe him covertly.]

Two simple messages, basically no information, nothing particularly problematic visible.

'Only these two sentences, nothing specifically telling me what to do next.' Song Xingzhou said quietly, seeing Ying Huai's lowered eyes and continued silence.

'So should I just do as he says...'

Before he could finish, he saw Ying Huai gently shake his head.

'No.'

Ying Huai rubbed his brow and said softly: 'Chu Hongsheng has become suspicious of you.'

Song Xingzhou's expression froze.

'Why?'

Song Xingzhou's voice was a little panicked: 'Didn't he tell me to covertly watch your situation? It doesn't seem like there's any problem...'

Before he could finish, he saw Ying Huai suddenly raise his hand and hand the phone back.

'Take a look at how Chu Hongsheng used to talk to you.' Ying Huai covered his mouth and coughed lightly, speaking softly.

Song Xingzhou instinctively scrolled through.

'Doesn't seem much different. Chu Hongsheng has always had me follow you, watch your situation, and then...'

Song Xingzhou suddenly realized something.

——But Chu Hongsheng hadn't said anything about reporting to him this time.

"Chu Hongsheng has always been very cautious. Once he gets suspicious, he'll cut ties immediately."

Ying Huai's fingers resting on the wheelchair trembled slightly. He closed his eyes.

——Chu Hongsheng really knew how to use rhetoric and manipulate people's hearts.

Ying Huai rubbed his brow and said softly: "Probably because I didn't actually end up in any real trouble on the last show, so he noticed something was off."

Song Xingzhou froze in place.

He looked up somewhat at a loss: "Then what do we do now, Teacher Ying? Should I go find him directly..."

Ying Huai's eyes flickered.

He suddenly said: "I'm going to find Chu Hongsheng now."

"Half an hour from now—you call Chu Hongsheng directly and tell him I went to his company."

Song Xingzhou was stunned.

His face changed instantly: "No, this is betraying you. I can't..."

"Don't worry. In his own company, he wouldn't dare do anything to me openly."

Ying Huai coughed lightly and said with a smile: "This is the fastest way to dispel his suspicion, and... I happen to have something I want to ask him."

In moments of crisis, people instinctively believe information that benefits them.

And once that information is confirmed, people subconsciously gain a few degrees more trust in the one who provided it.

Song Xingzhou understood this too, but his expression was still somewhat flustered.

He instinctively looked up at Liang Shining, only to see Liang Shining standing behind Ying Huai, touching Ying Huai's somewhat cold hand, and re-draping a blanket over his legs.

Song Xingzhou watched Ying Huai look up and said somewhat helplessly in a small voice: "I'm not cold."

"I still have to push the wheelchair in a bit, I don't have a hand free," Liang Shining said quietly. "Shifu help me hold it, please?"

Ying Huai hesitated, then nodded after all.

Song Xingzhou's eyes flickered.

The person before him was clearly so weak he could only sit in a wheelchair, but when he was by Liang Shining's side, the corners of his eyes curved slightly and his expression was exceptionally calm, as if nothing in the world could move him.

Song Xingzhou's flustered emotions inexplicably calmed down.

He took a deep breath and nodded: "Alright."

·

When Ying Huai arrived at Chuhongsheng Company, sure enough, the moment he stepped out of the elevator, he saw Chu Hongsheng's figure.

Chu Hongsheng seemed to be discussing something with the person beside him. Seeing Ying Huai, a natural flash of surprise crossed his expression.

Ying Huai found it somewhat amusing in his heart.

He raised his hand and knocked unhurriedly on Chu Hongsheng's office door.

"Is Uncle Chu busy?"

Chu Hongsheng turned and said a few apologetic words to the person beside him. That person gathered up the documents in hand, gave Chu Hongsheng a slight bow, turned, and quickly walked out.

Ying Huai sat in the wheelchair, watching Chu Hongsheng's carefully staged little play for him with a casual air.

"No, someone from below just happened to come ask me about something. It's already been resolved."

Chu Hongsheng walked over beside Ying Huai: "Why did Xiao Huai suddenly come over today?"

He naturally reached out to push his wheelchair, his tone gaining a few degrees of concern: "Are you sick? How come you're in a wheelchair?"

The news of Ying Huai's accident had been sealed off by Liang Shining the moment the show ended.

But now that Ying Huai had come over in a wheelchair, Chu Hongsheng couldn't pretend not to notice and could only ask a probing question.

He had originally expected Ying Huai to deny it, but instead watched the person before him smile and nod.

"Yes, I got sick after the last show and even stayed in the Hospital for a while."

Chu Hongsheng was stunned.

Ying Huai thought of something as he said this and lifted his eyes with a smile: "Speaking of which, I have Uncle Chu to thank for this."

"I heard the last episode's Variety Show itinerary was sponsored by Uncle Chu," Ying Huai said casually, his tone carrying a smile. "Without the venue Uncle Chu provided, we wouldn't have gotten to play such 'interesting' games."

Chu Hongsheng's face changed slightly.

He instantly knew what Ying Huai had come for.

"What does Xiao Huai mean by this? Are you here to call me to account?"

Chu Hongsheng pushed Ying Huai's wheelchair to face the sofa and sat down on it unhurriedly.

"After I lent the Villa to the Production Team, I didn't follow up anymore. I heard some of the staff were slacking off, and I've already punished them—but theoretically, those staff have no relation to our company at all."

Chu Hongsheng said innocently: "I remember the police pulled all the Villa's surveillance footage at the time, and there wasn't any problem. Isn't Xiao Huai being... oversensitive?"

"Is that so?" Ying Huai didn't argue, only curved his eyes and smiled.

Chu Hongsheng nodded.

He looked at Ying Huai and said warmly: "Or is it that Xiao Huai heard some rumor, or someone told you something nonsense?"

His expression was as mild as always. He looked at Ying Huai and spoke slowly, word by word, in an inducing tone: "Tell me, and I'll handle him for you, Xiao Huai..."

Before he could finish, the next second, he suddenly saw Ying Huai reach out and gently place a stack of documents on the table.

Chu Hongsheng's expression froze.

He instinctively frowned: "What is this..."

"Why doesn't Uncle Chu open it and take a look," Ying Huai covered his lips and coughed lightly, then chuckled. "I think Uncle Chu should find it very interesting."

Chu Hongsheng had a bad premonition.

He quickly raised his hand to open the documents, and his face instantly changed.

Inside were several blurry surveillance photos.

——Exactly the surveillance footage of the Villa staff he had just claimed had "no relation" to his company entering and leaving his company on the day of the show's recording.

"The Villa's surveillance didn't capture anything useful that day, true."

"So during the investigation, Liang Shining asked the police to also pull the surveillance footage from outside Uncle Chu's company."

Chu Hongsheng's expression twisted for a moment.

He quickly composed himself: "I've always left this Villa to my subordinates to manage. Maybe the person in charge happened to have business with them that day. I'll go ask Xiao Huai about it in a bit..."

Before he could finish, he saw Ying Huai nod with an air of seriousness.

"I believe everything Uncle Chu says."

Chu Hongsheng instinctively looked up.

He listened as Ying Huai spoke unhurriedly: "But if I publish this surveillance footage, does Uncle Chu think others will believe it?"

"You—" Chu Hongsheng suddenly looked up.

Ying Huai leaned back half-reclined in his wheelchair with a calm expression.

He seemed somewhat tired, a hint of laziness in his voice. A slender wrist bone was exposed outside his sweater, half-propping his chin, his expression languid.

But what he said carried weight: "The impact on Uncle Chu's company during this period wouldn't be worth the cost, would it?"

Chu Hongsheng's face turned ashen.

"So what do you want, Xiao Huai?" Chu Hongsheng took a deep breath and said quietly.

"Are you going to publish these? As I said, these won't cause any fundamental impact on me at all..."

"Uncle Chu has misunderstood."

Ying Huai interrupted Chu Hongsheng with a light laugh.

"I have no intention of publishing these."

He raised his head. The hand propping his chin had come down at some unknown point, and he tapped lightly on the wheelchair armrest.

"I've come here to make a deal with Uncle Chu."

Chu Hongsheng frowned.

Ying Huai smiled at Chu Hongsheng casually.

By presenting this evidence, combined with Song Xingzhou's earlier "tip-off," it was enough to dispel Chu Hongsheng's suspicion of Song Xingzhou.

Secondly, he also wanted to use this evidence to extract some information from Chu Hongsheng.

These surveillance recordings were only indirect evidence to begin with, not particularly useful. Chu Hongsheng could easily distance himself from them.

But Chu Hongsheng had just been suspended from Ying Corporation and was currently in the eye of the storm. Any negative news would have a huge impact on his current situation.

Ying Huai knew clearly that Chu Hongsheng didn't want to take this risk.

Ying Huai lowered his eyes, and after a few seconds, Chu Hongsheng, as expected, said in a low voice: "What deal."

Ying Huai's fingers trembled slightly.

He let out a silent breath of relief.

"I want to know—what was the thing Uncle Chu mentioned before about my mother?"

·

The office was silent. Chu Hongsheng frowned slightly.

But the next second, he suddenly laughed.

"Are you sure you want to know this?"

Ying Huai instinctively felt that Chu Hongsheng's reaction was off.

But he still nodded: "Yes, I want to know what Uncle Chu knows about this matter."

Chu Hongsheng's expression slowly calmed.

He stared at Ying Huai and suddenly said softly: "Do you know your father took away the shares your mother left you?"

Ying Huai suddenly looked up.

Chu Hongsheng watched with great interest as Ying Huai's expression instantly went pale.

"You should be aware that your mother was once Ying Corporation's largest shareholder when she was alive, but now the largest shareholder is your father."

Chu Hongsheng spoke unhurriedly.

"Those shares that should have belonged to you, that your mother left for you, were taken away by your father."

"That's why your father has always wanted to keep you locked up at home—to prevent you from discovering all of this truth."

Ying Huai said nothing, but his breathing grew subtly rapid.

Chu Hongsheng watched Ying Huai unconsciously press his chest, and felt even more pleased.

He knew Ying Huai's condition, and he knew that as long as he stirred up Ying Huai's emotions, he could easily make him fall ill.

He slowly walked to the door, unobtrusively pressed the door lock, and was about to exert force, but the next second, he heard Ying Huai speak softly.

"Uncle Chu's ability to talk nonsense with his eyes open is really getting more and more impressive."

Chu Hongsheng's expression froze for a moment.

He frowned: "What did you say?"

Ying Huai raised his head.

His complexion was still pale, but his breathing wasn't as urgent as Chu Hongsheng had anticipated.

"Uncle Chu worked together with my parents, and together they built the current Ying Corporation."

"Uncle Chu should have originally received the majority of the shares, but my father, citing his radical ideas and improper intentions, gave my portion of the shares to my mother."

Ying Huai pressed his chest and took a light breath, then raised his head with a smile: "Uncle Chu must have always believed that if my mother passed away, the shares she held would return to Brother Ying's hands."

"But I happened to come across my mother's will earlier, and only then discovered that she had left part of those shares to my father, and part to my name—as long as I return to Ying Corporation, it takes effect immediately."

Ying Huai raised his head calmly: "That's why my father is now the largest controlling shareholder."

"If my father wanted to take my shares from me, he shouldn't have let me return to Ying Corporation at all—what Uncle Chu said before simply doesn't follow logically."

Ying Huai leaned forward slightly and laughed softly: "All of this now is the real reason Uncle Chu has been watching me, isn't it."

Red veins burst in Chu Hongsheng's eyes.

"You—"

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

He stared at Ying Huai with a sullen expression, and gave a cold laugh: "If you knew all this, why did you still come ask me,"

"I didn't know."

Ying Huai tilted his head up slightly.

He smiled casually at Chu Hongsheng: "But now I know—still, thank you, Uncle Chu—I know now."

Chu Hongsheng's face changed instantly.

He could bear it no longer, strode to Ying Huai, and reached out to grab Ying Huai's collar.

But the next second, he saw Ying Huai unhurriedly raise his head and tap lightly on the door behind him.

The office door was immediately pushed open, and then Liang Shining quickly walked to stand behind Ying Huai.

Chu Hongsheng's movement abruptly stopped.

"I still have things to do today, so I'll head back first."

Ying Huai raised his head and said calmly: "Uncle Chu, take care—look after your health."

Chu Hongsheng's face was ashen.

He stood in place, watching Liang Shining push Ying Huai, step by step, out the door.

Only after walking out of Chuhongsheng Company's gates did Ying Huai's tense body finally relax for a moment.

His body swayed, and he finally couldn't help covering his mouth and coughing muffledly.

"I'm fine."

Ying Huai felt Liang Shining stop walking to check on him, shook his head slightly, and said quietly.

He really did feel as if his whole body had been crushed with exhaustion, but his spirits were still alright.

"Just a little tired... let's head back first."

Liang Shining said nothing.

He was quiet for a few seconds, but ultimately pushed the person forward again.

Liang Shining said quietly: "Is what Master wanted to confirm, now clear?"

Ying Huai took a deep breath and leaned back in the wheelchair.

"Clear."

Ying Huai's hand resting on the wheelchair slowly tightened, and after a long while, he said quietly.

"I also know Chu Hongsheng's purpose now."

—He wants to take Ying Corporation for himself.

·

Li Xiang drove over to pick them up and take them home, and Ying Huai couldn't hold on in the car and fell asleep again.

He had originally thought that as soon as he got home he'd see the fat Bouquet meowing and rushing toward him, but when he opened his eyes again, he was met with Ying Qi's slightly furrowed brows.

Ying Huai was stunned for a moment.

He instantly sat up from Liang Shining's arms, curved his eyes with a smile at Ying Qi: "Ge, why are you here?"

Ying Qi's expression was not as gentle as usual; he looked at him calmly and quietly.

Ying Huai instinctively felt guilty.

He didn't dare let Ying Qi know about his hospitalization, or even that he currently needed to get around in a wheelchair.

Ying Huai turned to Liang Shining beside him for help, but Liang Shining, for once, ignored his gaze, lowered his eyes, helped the person out of the car, and directly handed Ying Huai over to Ying Qi.

"I'll go to the back to get Master's things. Please help Master inside first, Ying Da Ge. He really shouldn't be in the wind right now." Liang Shining said quietly.

Ying Huai: ????

He looked up in disbelief, watching Liang Shining calmly let go and truly turn around on his own.

Ying Huai gritted his teeth.

Seeing Ying Qi reach out as if to help him, he quickly smiled: "I'm fine, ge, I can get down myself..."

He was afraid Ying Qi would notice anything off, so he braced himself against the car door beside him and tried to get down, completely forgetting that his fever had only just broken.

Ying Huai's feet went weak, his body swayed, and he couldn't stop himself from pitching forward.

Ying Qi's expression, which he had been forcibly maintaining as angry, instantly crumbled; he hurriedly reached out and caught his younger brother in his arms.

"What's wrong, Xiao Huai, where do you feel unwell..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the person leaning on his arm raise his head with a smile: "You're not angry anymore, ge?"

Ying Qi's expression paused.

Ying Huai's expression was clearly still very uncomfortable; his face had gone faintly white from the exertion just now, his brow was slightly furrowed, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

But he still gazed at him with a smile, like a cat carefully rolling over to show its belly.

Ying Qi couldn't help but laugh softly.

The next second, he seemed to realize something, coughed lightly, and instantly straightened his expression.

"Angry."

Ying Huai sighed silently.

He resignedly shifted most of his weight onto Ying Qi, thinking he'd find a way to calm his brother down once they got inside, but the next second, he felt his body suddenly grow light.

Ying Qi directly picked him up and quickly walked toward the house.

Ying Huai was startled.

His ear tips reddened, and he tried to brace himself against the doorframe beside him to get down: "Ge, put me down, I'll walk myself..."

Before he finished speaking, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew through.

Ying Huai choked, and immediately began coughing without being able to catch his breath.

Ying Qi's slightly softened expression darkened again.

He carried the person quickly through the door and headed straight for the stairs.

"Is there anything else you want to say to me, Xiao Huai?" Ying Qi said quietly.

"You're this uncomfortable and you still have the nerve to force yourself and not tell me."

Ying Qi's voice returned to its usual gentleness; he lowered his head calmly: "You've grown bold, Xiao Huai."

Ying Huai, coughing without catching his breath: ........

His excuse instantly died in his throat; he raised his head and curved his eyes at Ying Qi ingratiatingly.

Ying Qi remained unmoved.

Ying Huai sighed silently, but ultimately relaxed his body again and wrapped his arms around Ying Qi's neck once more.

—Except when he was very young or sick, Ying Qi rarely carried him like this anymore.

One was that he wanted to save face after growing up, and two was...

Ying Huai was letting his thoughts wander when he suddenly felt Ying Qi's steps pause slightly.

Then Ying Qi's slightly lowered voice came from in front of him: "Father."

Ying Huai instinctively raised his head.

Father Ying stood at the door, leaning on his Cane, silently looking at the two of them.

Ying Huai's eyes flickered, and in his mind he completed the thought that had just been interrupted.

—Two was, Father Ying didn't like his sons being "pampered" since childhood.

Ying Huai sighed silently.

He felt a little irritated, and didn't even bother to think carefully about why Father Ying would appear here.

He closed his eyes briefly, then raised his head and smiled at Ying Qi: "Put me down, ge, I'm really fine now..."

"Won't put you down."

"Not allowed to put him down."

Before he finished speaking, two voices came simultaneously from in front of him.

Ying Huai's expression froze.

Ying Qi was also stunned for a few seconds; he seemed not to have expected Father Ying to say that.

His arm around Ying Huai tightened slightly; looking at Father Ying before him, after a long while, he said gently: "What did Father just... say?"

Father Ying's expression was somewhat ugly.

His hand gripping the Cane slowly tightened; he took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth: "Didn't he just come out of the Hospital?"

"If he's feeling unwell, hurry back to the room to rest. What are you standing around here for."

Father Ying's expression was stiff, but he still said through gritted teeth: "Don't let him down, or he'll go running off again in a bit, and go back into the Hospital without telling us."

Ying Huai: ??

Ying Qi beside him was quiet for a few seconds, then laughed softly.

"Understood, Father."

Before Ying Huai could react, he watched Ying Qi turn around and walk into the room with a calm expression, holding himself.

·

It wasn't until Ying Qi brought the medicine over to him that Ying Huai belatedly realized something.

"Why did you bring me back to the Ying Family, ge?"

Ying Qi's movements paused.

He didn't say anything. He handed the warm water over and slowly sat down beside Ying Huai.

Ying Huai sat quietly on the edge of the bed, holding the warm water. He raised his head and stared at Ying Qi calmly, neither continuing to speak nor moving.

A few seconds passed, and Ying Qi predictably gave in first.

"Don't be angry, Xiao Huai."

Ying Qi said quietly, "Xiao Ning told me about what happened on the Variety Show, and also... your plans afterward."

"With Father here, Chu Hongsheng won't dare make a move against you lightly."

Ying Qi said quietly: "It's safer for you to stay here, Xiao Huai."

Ying Huai instantly understood something.

The hand holding the cup trembled slightly. He said quietly: "You know everything, ge?"

Ying Qi's heart ached.

He reached out and gathered his younger brother into his arms, listening as Ying Huai said in a trembling voice: "About Mother's will... why didn't you tell me before?"

Ying Qi's movements paused for a moment.

"That matter... I only found out about it later, when I started investigating Chu Hongsheng."

Ying Qi sighed softly: "As for Father... he just wanted to protect you, Xiao Huai."

Ying Huai's movements stiffened for a moment.

Earlier at Chu Hongsheng's place, he had vaguely guessed this, but it was still hard to believe.

Ying Qi seemed to know what Ying Huai was thinking.

He sighed silently, gently patting Ying Huai's back: "But Father used the wrong method, and only pushed you further away..."

Before Ying Qi could finish speaking, a casual knock came from the door first.

Ying Huai instinctively raised his head.

Yu Wu leaned half against the doorframe, raising his eyes with a half-smile: "Good evening, Teacher Ying."

He glanced around the room, his gaze landing on Ying Qi, and immediately walked forward with a grin: "You're Teacher Ying's brother, right? Pleased to meet you. Don't worry, your younger brother is in my hands—nothing will go wrong."

Ying Qi was momentarily bewildered.

He instinctively grasped Yu Wu's hand, and after a long moment finally reacted: "May I ask who you are..."

Yu Wu said "Ah": "Forgot to introduce myself. I'm Teacher Ying's attending physician, mainly responsible for..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard Ying Huai behind him suddenly start coughing.

Ying Qi's attention was instantly drawn over.

He said a quiet "excuse me" to Yu Wu, turned back to Ying Huai, and patted his back with some anxiety.

Yu Wu was also momentarily stunned.

His expression gained a thoughtful quality. He looked at Ying Huai and took a cup of water from the bedside table beside him.

"Are you alright, Teacher Ying?"

Ying Huai covered his mouth and shook his head.

He glanced up at Yu Wu, then turned to Ying Qi with curved eyes: "I'm fine, ge. I just choked accidentally just now, don't worry."

Seeing that Ying Qi still wanted to say something, he immediately interrupted with a smile: "Besides, Doctor Yu is right here, I'm fine."

A flicker of hesitation crossed Ying Qi's expression.

The education he had received since childhood required him to remain proper and refined, and he rarely saw someone like Yu Wu who... seemed particularly unreliable.

But seeing that his younger brother seemed to particularly trust Yu Wu, he finally set aside his worry.

"Alright, then I won't disturb you two."

Ying Qi raised his head and smiled at Ying Huai.

He helped Ying Huai lean back against the headboard, gave Yu Wu a slight nod, and slowly walked out of the room.

A soft click came from the door. Yu Wu unhurriedly turned his head back.

"He doesn't know you're receiving psychological treatment?"

Ying Huai looked up at him and shook his head: "My brother knows."

He hesitated for a moment.

"He just doesn't know that I'm receiving such high-intensity... desensitization therapy."

Yu Wu's eyes flickered.

After Ying Huai had told him about that matter last time, Yu Wu had quickly drafted a new treatment plan for him.

It could reduce the stress response to past psychological trauma through psychological intervention in a short period. Although it would gradually relapse after some time, it could temporarily achieve a desensitization effect.

Ying Huai's frequent low fever at the Hospital a few days ago was also because of this treatment.

Fortunately, the effect was still good.

"I heard from Teacher Liang that you went to see that bastard today."

Yu Wu suddenly said: "How did it feel?"

Ying Huai nodded.

"Much better than before. I can feel the emotional fluctuations, but I won't have that uncontrollable feeling of losing consciousness."

Yu Wu stroked his chin, a flash of surprise crossing his expression.

"Then that means the treatment is actually working," Yu Wu stared at Ying Huai and said instinctively, "Faster than I expected. Is this the receptivity of a body that has experienced Hypnosis before..."

"What?"

Ying Huai hadn't understood what Yu Wu had said.

Yu Wu also immediately realized what he had said.

He coughed lightly and quickly changed the subject: "Nothing, I was just saying that the previous treatment has already passed one stage."

He grew serious, looking at Ying Huai calmly: "Today I will continue using Hypnosis to conduct the next stage of treatment."

Ying Huai was startled.

"Didn't you say this was just a short-term treatment? Why would there be a next stage..."

Yu Wu stroked his chin.

"Because I found that your receptivity is much better than I expected, so I can reinforce the intervention on top of this short-term treatment, and the effect will actually be better."

Yu Wu spread his hands: "Because this short-term treatment has already dulled part of your stress response, so your Hypnosis treatment will also go more smoothly."

Speaking of this, Yu Wu thought of something else and spoke again: "But this Hypnosis is different from the first one, because your shallow painful memories have basically been dulled, so I'll go into deeper layers."

"The physical sensations it brings will definitely be more intense—that is, a bit more painful."

Ying Huai looked at him without speaking.

Yu Wu yawned and said casually: "Of course, you can also choose to continue the short-term intervention treatment. After you resolve everything later, once the effects of these psychological interventions gradually fade, then proceed with Hypnosis treatment step by step."

"This way the progress will be slower, but the physical sensations won't be as intense. It's up to you..."

Before Yu Wu could finish speaking, he heard Ying Huai say quietly: "Start the Hypnosis treatment now."

Not a trace of surprise crossed Yu Wu's expression.

He suddenly laughed: "Okay."

Ying Huai realized something and gave him a somewhat helpless look: "You knew I'd choose this all along?"

"Of course. Given your temperament, you'd absolutely never choose the dragging-it-out option."

Yu Wu said with a grin: "Except—in matters of the heart."

Ying Huai was stunned.

Before he could process what Yu Wu meant, the next second he saw Yu Wu suddenly turn off all the lights in the room.

Ying Huai's vision instantly plunged into darkness. He was startled.

A regular tick-tick sound came to his ears, as if water droplets were falling at an even pace somewhere.

Ying Huai was momentarily lost in thought.

The next second, a crisp snap of fingers rang out in the darkness.

A wave of dizziness washed through Ying Huai's mind. He felt his body suddenly plunge downward.

·

Outside the door, the sky had already begun to darken. Ying Qi and Liang Shining had been standing at the door for who knew how long.

Father Ying stood in the shadows of the corridor not far away, silently looking toward them.

After an unknown amount of time, the door was suddenly pushed open and Yu Wu walked out with some fatigue.

"Today's session is over. He just woke up, his reactions might be a bit slow, and also..."

Before he could finish speaking, the next second he saw Liang Shining suddenly rush in.

"Shifu—"

Ying Huai was half-leaning against the headboard.

He raised his head in a daze, and the moment he saw Liang Shining, he suddenly smiled.

"You're here, little disciple."

Ying Huai sat up straight and opened his arms toward him with a smile: "Do you want to come sleep with me?"

Liang Shining's footsteps stalled. Behind him, Father Ying's expression instantly froze.

"I hadn't finished speaking."

Yu Wu said quietly from the door: "This Hypnosis session was a bit long—he might not be fully lucid right now."

Liang Shining took a deep breath.

He turned his head through gritted teeth: "What exactly did you do..."

Before he could finish speaking, the next second he felt something soft in his arms.

Ying Huai directly reached out and wrapped his arms around his waist.