It was noon when Yu Baihan arrived back home.
He hadn’t returned all night, and when he finally did, he was clad in Lu Huan’s T-shirt.
Upon opening the door, Uncle Feng was waiting eagerly just outside, “Master Baihan is back? Lunch is ready.”
Yu Baihan blinked, momentarily taken aback by the warmth in Uncle Feng’s eyes, “Yes.” He walked into the dining area under Uncle Feng’s watchful gaze and found a table set with a variety of nourishing dishes.
Glancing at Uncle Feng, Yu Baihan inquired, “What happened to the novel?”
Uncle Feng’s elderly face showed a hint of embarrassment, “It’s like ice melting in spring, and dry wood catching fire.”
Yu Baihan raised an eyebrow, “I see.”
After enjoying a hearty meal, Yu Baihan retired to his room to study. As dinner time approached, he sent a message to Lu Huan, asking if he would be returning for dinner.
[Fish]: No, I’ll be back later.
[Yu Er]: Understood~[Radish Squat.jpg]
After responding to the message, Yu Baihan set aside his phone.
In the evening, he once again dined alone on a warm meal, then returned to his bedroom after eating. As it neared half-past ten, Uncle Feng came upstairs with a glass of milk, “Master Baihan, still not asleep?”
Yu Baihan sipped the milk, “I’ll stay up a little longer.”
He intended to wait for Lu Huan to return tonight. If he simply went to bed, he might just be snoring by the time Lu Huan came back.
Uncle Feng teased, “You really love studying!”
…No, he was simply enamored with Lu Huan.
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Yu Baihan escorted the elderly housekeeper out of his room.
As the clock approached midnight, faint sounds finally emanated from the corridor outside.
Using his “Lu radar,” he got up and gently pushed the door open.
Click. The door creaked open, revealing Lu Huan standing a few meters away in the corridor.
Lu Huan had one hand on the doorknob and turned his head when he heard the slight movement. The two locked eyes for a moment, and then Lu Huan withdrew his hand from the doorknob. His gaze lingered on Yu Baihan for a couple of seconds before he asked, “Still not asleep?”
Yu Baihan quipped, “Radish is keeping an eye.”
Commander Lu, who had been online late and returned even later.
He responded and approached, “Have you finished your work?”
“Almost.” Lu Huan pushed open the bedroom door.
Yu Baihan followed him into the master bedroom. Lu Huan walked towards the bed, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt. Then he turned to Yu Baihan, saying, “I’m going to take a bath.”
It took Yu Baihan a moment to register, and he walked forward with understanding.
Well, he got the message.
He wasn’t the same person who merely “admired” back then.
As he reached out to unfasten Lu Huan’s belt, his hand was caught firmly by Lu Huan with a resounding snap. Lu Huan’s strong palm held him in place, and when he met Lu Huan’s gaze, he saw the depth in his eyes.
Lu Huan questioned, “What are you doing?”
Yu Baihan caught the hint and blushed slightly, “Didn’t you say you wanted me to help you undress?”
“…” Lu Huan took a deep breath and tapped Yu Baihan’s hand lightly, “I meant for you to leave.”
Yu Baihan, feeling embarrassed, awkwardly scratched the smooth edge of the belt with his fingertips, “My mistake.”
However, despite his words, his hand remained firmly on the belt, not moving.
Lu Huan gently lifted Yu Baihan’s fingers away one by one and chuckled, “How can you be a mere radish? You’re a radish with roots.”
“……”
Ah, such a witty remark. Yu Baihan withdrew his hand, feeling a bit bashful.
Lu Huan picked up his change of clothes, checked the time, and reminded, “Shouldn’t you get some sleep now?”
Yu Baihan playfully scolded, “I’ve been keeping the radish company all this time, and Commander Lu hasn’t shown any gratitude?”
Lu Huan stared at him for a moment, then suddenly chuckled, “What should we expect from someone like us, Baihan?”
Yu Baihan pursed his lips, looking at him with a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Aren’t you supposed to think about that sort of thing?
They locked eyes for a few seconds, and Lu Huan’s hand moved from his side. He raised it and placed it gently on the back of Yu Baihan’s neck. His thumb’s pad caressed the slender neck, much like stroking a cat.
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Yu Baihan, feeling amused, remarked, “…”
After loosening the soil for the “white radish” for a good five minutes until the “radish” was all loose and soft, Lu Huan led the way out of the bedroom and indicated for the person to exit.
“Alright, return to your burrow and hibernate.”
Yu Baihan stood at the door, a playful smile on his face, “Commander Lu really has a wealth of agricultural knowledge.”
Lu Huan tugged at the corner of his lips, “Well, how else could we cultivate radish?”
Oh, right.
Yu Baihan returned to the room contentedly and said, “Goodnight.”
The following day, Lu Huan headed to work early as usual.
Yu Baihan stayed at home, reading and taking some time to search for information on the “Lu Group” during his breaks.
Unexpectedly, several financial news sources were sensationalizing the news of “Lu Group’s Bankruptcy” and urging all shareholders to liquidate their holdings immediately.
Such malicious rumors were quite pervasive, and many of them seemed to bear the signature of the Si family.
Yu Baihan tapped his fingers and reported each one: Spreading false information won’t work.
After completing his reports, he continued to quietly read and study.
…
It seemed that on that particular day, Lu Huan had promised to return home, and for the past few days, he hadn’t stayed at the company late into the night.
Even though his hours were irregular, he would usually come home and unwind by helping with the radishes.
Rumors concerning the Lu family continued to escalate, but neither Si Yanting nor Si Wei had approached him yet. Yu Baihan speculated that they had not reached the final stages of their plans.
Several days passed like this.
As per usual, Yu Baihan awaited Lu Huan’s return, so they could tend to their “radishes” before going to bed. However, on this day, Lu Huan returned quite late, and it wasn’t until past one o’clock in the morning that the lights at the entrance of Lu’s residence were turned on.
Glancing out of the window, Yu Baihan decided to step out of his room.
As he descended the stairs, he encountered Lu Huan.
Lu Huan appeared even wearier than in previous days. When he noticed Yu Baihan, he paused briefly, then approached, reaching out to pinch Yu Baihan’s neck lightly.
The pressure was gentle, only applying a bit of force before withdrawing. “You’re still awake?” Lu Huan inquired.
Yu Baihan hummed in response, accompanying him back to the room, all the while attempting to discern his expression. “Our Commander Lu seems particularly exhausted today.”
Lu Huan lowered his gaze and opened the bedroom door. He slightly tugged at the corner of his lips, “Have you given ‘loosen the soil’ treatment for the white radish?”
Yu Baihan extended a hand to lend a hand, pinching Lu Huan’s shoulder. “That’s right, it’s time to loosen the soil of white radish.”
The shoulder under his palm felt somewhat tense, so he gave it a couple of light squeezes, but then his hand was gently removed.
Lu Huan turned around. “Go to sleep.”
He appeared so weary that he could doze off at any moment.
Yu Baihan withdrew his hand. “Good night, Maka-Lu Huan.”
…
The following day was a workday.
After staying up rather late the previous night tending to the “radishes,” Yu Baihan slept until nine in the morning. He headed out to grab breakfast, and as he passed by Lu Huan’s bedroom, he noticed that the door remained closed. Typically, whenever Lu Huan left for work, he would leave his bedroom door open.
Yu Baihan paused for a moment, then gently pushed the door open.
Inside the room, the curtains were drawn, casting a subdued light. The bed was slightly raised in the middle, indicating that Lu Huan had not yet risen.
Yu Baihan’s heart inexplicably clenched as he approached Lu Huan’s bedside. Lu Huan’s eyes were tightly shut, his brows were furrowed slightly, and there was a feverish warmth on his breath.
Yu Baihan’s eyes widened in concern. He extended a hand to touch Lu Huan’s forehead, which felt alarmingly warm. His heart raced as he softly called out, “Lu Huan, you have a fever.”
Lu Huan’s eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.
Deep within his eyes, the darkness seemed impenetrable, mixed with a warm surge that enveloped Yu Baihan’s face.
Yu Baihan breathed a sigh of relief; at least Lu Huan could still be roused.
He quickly got up, saying, “Lie down for now. I’ll call Dr. Zhong for you.”
The final five words rolled off his tongue relatively smoothly.
Lu Huan’s delicate eyelashes seemed to flutter again.
Twenty minutes later, Zhong Bingqi arrived at the Lu residence.
Uncle Feng accompanied him to the master bedroom, his face etched with guilt. “I thought Mr. had left early… I should’ve come up to check!”
Yu Baihan sat beside Lu Huan’s bed, offering him a sip of warm water through a straw. The blanket held Lu Huan down, and with a straw in his mouth, he shared a knowing look with Zhong Bingqi, who stood nearby.
There was a hint of mild protest on his feeble face.
Zhong Bingqi hesitated for a moment. “…”
He spoke up, “First, let me take a look at Mr. Lu.”
Yu Baihan took the cup and set it aside. Lu Huan propped himself up from under the blanket. His face was flushed, and his slender lips were moist from the water, appearing even redder than usual, as though stained with blood.
Zhong Bingqi settled down with a composed expression. “It appears to be a high fever. Are you experiencing any discomfort?”
Lu Huan replied in a casual tone, “I’m fine.”
Yu Baihan gazed at him earnestly. “No need to be polite when you’re seeing a doctor, he’s not a guest.”
Was Zhong Bingqi there as a guest?
Lu Huan, “…”
He shifted his gaze to Yu Baihan, then released a warm breath, and his deep voice resonated within the room.
Finally, the consultation was heading in the right direction, and Yu Baihan lingered for a while. Just then, his phone vibrated unexpectedly.
He glanced down.
[PUA Master]: [Voice call]
During this tense period at the Lu residence, he often reverted to his original WeChat account to stay informed about the Si family’s activities. It had been fairly quiet before, but now, Lu Huan had popped up as soon as he fell ill.
It was almost as if he were mimicking the virus.
Yu Baihan shifted his gaze back to Lu Huan, picked up his phone, and stepped out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
He walked a few meters away to answer the call, “Brother.”
On the other end of the line, Si Yanting’s voice came through, as steady as ever. “Have you heard about the Lu family?”
Yu Baihan replied honestly, “Yes.”
Rumors were spreading like wildfire; he was neither deaf nor blind.
Si Yanting inquired, “What has Lu Huan been up to lately?”
Yu Baihan responded candidly, “He’s been extremely busy.”
“And how is he holding up?”
“……”
Before he could gather his thoughts, the door to the master bedroom behind him creaked open once more. Zhong Bingqi and Uncle Feng emerged, shutting the door behind them. Their conversation was audible through the door:
“On one front, Mr. Lu is suffering from overwork, and on the other, he’s dealing with an immense psychological burden. This fever is a result of both factors, compounded by heart issues.”
“Ah, how long will his recovery take?”
“I’ll prescribe some medication for now…”
Their voices came through the door with crystal clarity, causing Yu Baihan to fall into silence.
The phone remained quiet for several moments, until Si Yanting broke the silence with an upbeat, amused laugh. “What an unexpected turn of events.”
He paused briefly before adding, “Keep a close eye on Lu Huan and report to me if anything changes.”
Yu Baihan replied, “Understood.”
When Lu Huan starts to make waves, you’ll be the first to receive the good news.
The call ended abruptly, and just as Zhong Bingqi wrapped up his conversation with Uncle Feng, he noticed Yu Baihan returning. Uncle Feng inquired, “Master Baihan, were you on the phone?”
Yu Baihan succinctly stated, “It was the PUA Master.”
Uncle Feng considered for a moment, “Ah, metaphysical healing. It’s quite remarkable as well.”
“……”
Zhong Bingqi returned to prescribe medication, while Aunt Zhou prepared some porridge downstairs. Once it was ready, Yu Baihan kept a vigilant eye on Lu Huan as he ate. His intense scrutiny caught Lu Huan’s attention halfway through the meal, causing him to pause.
Yu Baihan inquired, “Is it difficult to swallow?”
Lu Huan, catching a glimpse of the straw in the water glass from the corner of his eye, quickly and warily swallowed, replying, “No.”
The bowl of porridge was consumed rather swiftly. Yu Baihan took the empty bowl, and as he opened the door, he encountered Uncle Feng, who had come to retrieve it.
Uncle Feng took the bowl and advised, “Master Baihan, you should also rest for a while.”
“Okay,” Yu Baihan agreed. Before leaving, he glanced back at Lu Huan, who was leaning on the bed.
A strip of light, about a foot in width, penetrated the room through the partially drawn curtains, casting a soft glow over Lu Huan’s face.
Lu Huan’s expression was tranquil, and shadows danced beneath his closed eyelids.
Suddenly, a memory surged within Yu Baihan’s heart. It was that night when Lu Huan had returned from a ten-hour flight, standing at the door, covered in grime, and gazing at him in silence.
A wave of emotions overwhelmed him.
Uncle Feng had already descended the stairs with the bowl in hand. Yu Baihan turned back into the room and closed the door.
Within the room, Lu Huan was just about to lie down when he asked, “What’s the matter?”
Yu Baihan adeptly lifted the quilt and slid underneath it. He then reached out to pull Lu Huan back beneath the covers and gazed at him with bright eyes. “I’m here to sleep with you.”
Lu Huan, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, questioned with lowered eyes, “So, today it’s Dr. Baihan?”
Yu Baihan corrected, “Today, it’s Nurse Baihan.”
Lu Huan’s lips seemed to twitch, and he reached out to push him away, saying, “Stop it.”
Yu Baihan inquired, “What are you doing?”
Lu Huan softly remarked, “You might get ill.”
Yu Baihan brushed his hand aside, his smile carrying a trace of disdain. “It’s useless to say such things. Today, I’m going to play tough.”
“……”
After his remark, he snuggled into Lu Huan’s arms, embracing him tightly.
Warm breath cascaded upon the top of his head. Lu Huan attempted to push him away, but his efforts were feeble. He raised his head, closed his eyes, and whispered, “Si Baihan.”
“Here, dear~” Yu Baihan nestled in his embrace and reassured, “No need to talk, just sleep.”
Following this, he raised his eyes, locking gazes with Lu Huan.
A faint gleam seemed to flicker in Lu Huan’s dark eyes.
Evidently, he hadn’t yet fallen asleep.
Yu Baihan couldn’t help but reach out and gently brush Lu Huan’s eyelids closed, manually closing his eyes. “Go to sleep.”
“…”
Under the palm that covered his eyes and nose, Lu Huan’s rosy lips moved slightly. “Eternal sleep?”
Yu Baihan playfully pinched his mouth. “Commander speaks without restraint.”
Perplexed, Lu Huan stopped talking and ceased his attempts to push Yu Baihan away.
In the softly illuminated room, Yu Baihan was held by Lu Huan, feeling the warmth enveloping him. After some time, Lu Huan’s consciousness seemingly waned, his body relaxed, and his head, which had been hanging down, rested on Yu Baihan’s shoulder.
Yu Baihan patted Lu Huan’s back gently. “Uncomfortable?”
“Yeah,” came the reply. Then, in a softer voice, “It’s alright.”
Initial reactions are often the most genuine.
Understanding, Yu Baihan patted Lu Huan’s back comfortingly. “Look at Commander Lu, pretending to be stubborn despite his fragility.”
He couldn’t help but feel sympathetic.
It was unclear how much time had passed, but Lu Huan’s warm breath continued to spill onto his shoulders. The room’s air conditioner was off, and both of them were still wrapped in the quilt. Yu Baihan was sweating all over from the heat.
He shifted his body, moving his upper body away slightly. Simultaneously, he moved his legs forward, and a muffled moan suddenly escaped from his lips.
Yu Baihan, “…”
He opened his eyes slightly:! Commander Lu, you are still so energetic with a fever.
Moreover, it seems to be hotter.
Yu Baihan’s face suddenly became hot. He thought that Lu Huan was still a patient, so he prepared to withdraw mercifully.
As soon as he moved, the arms around his waist tightened and pulled him back. Yu Baihan’s heart was beating violently under the surrounding heat wave.
He called softly, “Lu Huan.”
Lu Huan didn’t wake up, he hugged him subconsciously, and buried his face in his shoulder. It’s hot, and it’s hard to bear.
They’re making progress in soft and sweet baby steps~ Fills the heart with warmth~
Thank you for the chapter!
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So sweet 🥰
Thanks for the chapter 💞
Hope he doesn’t catch the fever too
You’re setting up a flag 😂