Qi Jue’s playful suggestion took aback Yu Baihan.
After enduring the discomfort of the blisters, he questioned whether acting needy was a viable option. However, he considered it for a moment.
Qi Jue continued to offer his guidance, “Simply walk up to Lu Huan, hold your fingers gently, and give him that pitiful look you had earlier. Say something like, ‘Lao Gong, the pain is real.'”
Yu Baihan, “…”
Hold on a second. This is heading into the realm of absurdity.
He halted Qi Jue, interjecting, “That won’t work. Lu Huan prefers someone who’s wild.”
And into role play.
Qi Jue fell silent, his thoughts undergoing a sudden transformation. “How wild are we talking about?”
“Wait.”
Over in a corner of the venue, a line of low stools caught Yu Baihan’s attention. He fetched one and placed it beside Lu Huan.
With precision, he mounted the stool, peering down at Lu Huan from his elevated perch.
This elevation conveyed the desired wildness.
Lu Huan halted his shooting, turning his gaze towards Yu Baihan. The sleeves of his loose shirt were rolled up, revealing his forearms, and the bow and arrow hung idly at his side.
Standing upon the stool, Yu Baihan stared down at Lu Huan with an air of dominance.
At this height, the intended wild aura was unmistakable.
Lu Huan remained quiet, refraining from any movement, and observed Yu Baihan’s theatrics. The question lingered: which persona would he adopt this time?
Would it be “Mr. Lu” or “Our President Lu”?
Yu Baihan lifted Lu Huan’s chin slightly, all the while maintaining his dominant stance.
“Doctor Lu,” he pronounced.
Lu Huan, “…”
A slight tremor coursed through the hand that hung by his side.
From a short distance away, Qi Jue’s voice exclaimed, “Damn!”
With his second hand now on Lu Huan’s shoulder, Yu Baihan elevated his chin even higher.
The height disparity compelled Lu Huan to tilt his head upward, causing his prominent Adam’s apple to bob as he swallowed. His features showcased deeply etched eyebrows and a straight nose, and the immaculate white shirt he wore glistened in the courtyard’s sunlight, imparting the air of a reserved and austere physician.
Yu Baihan’s mind temporarily wandered off track, leaving him momentarily dumbfounded.
Lu Huan remained composed and inquired, “What’s the matter?”
Yu Baihan snapped back to reality and extended his fingers, revealing his blistered skin, “I’m hurt. Would you be so kind, Dr. Lu, as to lend your assistance?”
However, mid-sentence, he recalled that Lu Huan had a penchant for playing along with embarrassments. He flirtatiously added, “Help me heal~”
Lu Huan, his restraint reaching its limits, finally took a step back, his tone resolute. “Si Baihan!”
Yu Baihan’s arm had initially found support on Lu Huan’s shoulder. But Lu Huan’s sudden retreat caused him to lose that support, and he tumbled forward off the low stool.
“Damn it…!”
Frowning, Lu Huan swiftly reached out and grabbed the collar of Yu Baihan’s shirt.
In that moment, however, the oversized neckline proved problematic. Just as Lu Huan clasped the collar, Yu Baihan’s head managed to slip right through it.
Yu Baihan’s eyes dimmed, puzzled by his current predicament.
Lu Huan had his other hand occupied by the bow, so he only had time to release his hold on the collar and instinctively embrace Yu Baihan as he fell. The outcome was a resounding “plop” as Yu Baihan became entangled in the T-shirt, plummeting directly into Lu Huan’s arms.
Simultaneously, Lu Huan’s reflexes kicked in, and he secured Yu Baihan’s back while lifting him up, averting a potentially hazardous fall.
“……”
An eruption of chaos unfolded and then dissipated in an instant.
The ambiance swiftly settled, and Yu Baihan nestled his head within the confines of Lu Huan’s arms, his form eerily still, reminiscent of a shrouded cadaver.
Numbness enveloped him.
How could he have managed to slip through the neckline like that?
Thankfully, the shirt’s length spared him an exposed midriff.
After an extended moment, the chest against which he had been pressed exhibited a subtle quiver.
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With a leisurely demeanor, he whispered, “This patient of mine, it appears you’re quite unwell.”
Yu Baihan, “…”
—
They exchanged a silent, unbroken gaze, locked in eye contact.
Meanwhile, Qi Jue, at the other end, was rendered utterly speechless. He found himself dumbfounded by the entire unfolding sequence of events—be it the beginning of the narrative or the conclusion of the accident.
None of his anticipations had hit the mark.
Before he could regain his bearings, the duo he had inadvertently set in motion drew near.
Lu Huan’s half-smile had yet to fade, and when he spotted Qi Jue, his lips curled into a wry smirk, as if he were well aware of the instigations that had occurred behind his back.
Yu Baihan raised a finger, a tingling sensation coursing through his entire frame.
He inquired of Qi Jue, “Where’s the medical kit?”
“…” Qi Jue pointed towards the restroom located at the rear of the arena.
Yu Baihan strode past, draped in the oversized T-shirt, with Lu Huan trailing behind him leisurely.
The restroom featured a sofa and coffee table, and the medical box was secured within a cupboard.
Yu Baihan retrieved the medical kit and settled onto the sofa, ready to apply a cotton swab to moisten the tissue within the blood blister and subsequently apply some iodine solution.
Abruptly, an arm extended, wrestling the swab away.
Yu Baihan turned his head, met by the sight of Lu Huan seated beside him, clutching his wrist, as if intending to attend to the task himself.
He eyed Lu Huan warily, his tone carrying a note of caution. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Obviously, I’m helping our Baihan tend the wounds.”
“I can handle it myself.”
Lu Huan gripped the withdrawn hand, guiding it beneath his line of vision. He propped his elbows on his knees and commenced the procedure, asserting, “Stay still, listen to the doctor.”
Yu Baihan, “…”
Ah, you’re quite the charmer, aren’t you?
The initial embarrassment gradually waned, and Yu Baihan, leaning into his thick-skinned nature, managed to reclaim his composure. Observing Lu Huan’s focused demeanor as he diligently applied the medicine, Yu Baihan reached a newfound understanding:
Just as he had surmised, Lu Huan was indeed a fan of roleplaying.
…
The blood blisters on his hands were promptly attended to, and their treatment was swift and efficient.
Lu Huan discarded the cotton swab into the waste bin before heading over to the sink to wash his hands, then drying them.
Yu Baihan rose from his seat, querying, “Shall we head back?”
The lunch break was drawing to a close, leaving little time for further amusement.
“Let’s head back.” Lu Huan approached, pinching his finger and scrutinizing his hand twice, an air of self-satisfaction apparent as if he were admiring his own handiwork. “How do you feel?”
Yu Baihan responded courteously, “You managed it excellently, Dr. Lu. Thank you.”
Lu Huan released his grip on Yu Baihan’s fingers, his attention drifting to the broad neckline, now slightly disheveled at the edges.
Raising an eyebrow, Lu Huan smiled, “I was referring to the role-playing.”
Yu Baihan, “…”
He chuckled, “Embarrassed and indignant.”
Does that response meet your approval?
With a contented sigh, Lu Huan withdrew his hand. “Well, I thought as much.”
“………”
Exiting the restroom, they bid farewell to Qi Jue and set off for their return journey.
Qi Jue waved them off enthusiastically, “Visit us again sometime!”
As the door closed, Lu Huan steered the car back towards the company.
Yu Baihan reclined in the passenger seat, lost in thought. “When should we come back?”
“Feeling reluctant?”
“Primarily because of the archery range.”
Two seconds of silence enveloped the car. Lu Huan placed his index finger lightly on the steering wheel. “When did you learn archery?”
“During my youth,” Yu Baihan admitted bashfully, “I’m self-taught. You could say I have a natural aptitude.”
“Is that so?” Lu Huan refrained from further inquiries, leaving it unclear whether he found the explanation plausible.
—
In the afternoon, after their return to the company, Lu Huan dove right back into his busy schedule.
Yu Baihan, on the other hand, lounged around like a contented fish, not departing from Lu Huan’s side until six in the evening when they finally headed back to the Lu mansion.
It was Fan Lin who handled the evening driving duties.
Having dropped them off at the main entrance of the estate, Fan Lin then proceeded to the garage.
Within the premises of the Lu mansion stood two villas. One was the principal residence of Lu Huan, housing only a housekeeper and a pair of servants. The other accommodated the remaining staff, as well as Fan Lin and other trusted bodyguards.
Upon entering the main house, which was Lu Huan’s abode, the butler, Uncle Feng, who had arranged dinner and was awaiting their return in the living room, welcomed them.
“Sir, young master Baihan, welcome back.”
“Uncle Feng.” Yu Baihan followed them into the dining area and, once seated, requested, “Please fetch me a spoon.”
His hand had developed blisters during the day, making it cumbersome to handle chopsticks.
Uncle Feng promptly retrieved a spoon and inquired about his injury, saying, “Is it serious? Should I arrange for the family doctor to examine it?”
While gingerly savoring the pumpkin soup, Yu Baihan responded, “It’s not a big deal, the doctor has already taken care of it.”
Uncle Feng expressed his relief, “Has it been properly tended to?”
Yu Baihan turned his attention to Lu Huan, who had been silent throughout the conversation, and asked, “How is it, sir?”
A subtle shift in address marked a change in dynamics.
Lu Huan looked at him, whether with a smile or otherwise, and replied, “It’s very good.”
Uncle Feng, feeling reassured, refrained from inquiring further and continued to oversee the meal.
Dinner concluded in companionable silence, and Yu Baihan retreated to his upstairs quarters after the meal.
During the day, his room had been tidied up, and it was situated in the adjacent second bedroom to Lu Huan’s.
Upon returning to his room and shutting the door, Yu Baihan retrieved his phone, finding a text message from Qi Jue.
[Qi Jue]: Did you have fun today? [inserts a playful emoji]
[Yu Baihan]: Thank you for your hospitality. I had a great time.
Also, thanks for the ingenious ideas that added a playful touch to the day and made Lu Huan quite amused.
[Qi Jue]: Come over again with Brother Lu next time! By the way, I’ll add you to a group.
[Qi Jue]: [Link—Group Invitation]
Group name: [ Hardware Wholesale Market ]
Yu Baihan:? ? ?
What’s this all about?
A group for bulk purchases? Are they planning to gang up on me?
He exercised caution and refrained from clicking on the link, deciding to ask Lu Huan about it later.
Approaching nine o’clock, Yu Baihan decided it was time for a bath. Anticipating the aching muscles resulting from his attempts at archery with an untrained body, he descended to the lower floor to request Uncle Feng to warm up a cup of milk for him.
“Wait until I’m done with my shower before I drink it.”
“Certainly, Master Baihan.”
As Uncle Feng observed Yu Baihan’s form vanishing up the stairs, a sudden recollection of the blood blister on the latter’s hand crossed his mind.
Oh no! The wound mustn’t get wet.
He hastened to locate a pair of waterproof gloves just to be safe.
…
Lu’s house followed a traditional decor style, yet its equipment was incredibly modern.
Yu Baihan toyed with the bathroom for a considerable time before spotting the sensor keypad on the wall.
Three threes, making nine in total, are arranged akin to the dial of a telephone keypad. Despite being labeled in English, they were actually abbreviations.
He gave it a quick glance and promptly decided to seek assistance.
At this juncture, the housekeepers and servants within the Lu residence were still up and about. Yu Baihan intended to grab anyone from the nearby personnel, excluding Lu Huan at first.
Stepping out of the bedroom, he soon noticed Lu Huan emerging from the study diagonally opposite.
Yu Baihan: Alright, I’ll choose you, Pika-huan!.
“Just in time, teach me how to use the bathroom.”
Lu Huan, “You don’t know how to use it?”
Guiding him back to the bedroom, Yu Baihan explained, “Not everyone has a nine-key English shower system at home.”
“……”
Upon entering the bathroom, Lu Huan meticulously elucidated the functions one by one to him.
Yu Baihan had only observed two of them before he was left feeling overwhelmed.
Especially when he saw the radiant light emanating from the bathtub’s bottom – it seemed rather unnecessary, giving the impression that bathing in it would result in being teleported away.
He interjected politely, “Couldn’t they just have indicated which is hot and cold, and where the switch is?”
Lu Huan ceased speaking and gestured to the options with clarity.
The problem was resolved swiftly.
Warm water was already flowing into the bathtub as Yu Baihan escorted Lu Huan out of the bathroom. As Lu Huan took a couple of steps away, he inquired, “So, how do you intend to bathe?”
Yu Baihan was surprised. “Do you want to talk about such details?”
“……”
A sidelong glance from Lu Huan landed on his hand.
Yu Baihan’s reaction had a momentary delay, but it quickly dawned on him: Oh, I shouldn’t get it wet.
He offered a bashful compliment. “Doctor Lu is truly meticulous.”
Lu Huan’s lips curled into a wry smile. “Of course, I am a professional after all. Unlike certain patients who seem to only enjoy pestering their doctor.”
… The banter continued.
The dynamic suited them well, and Lu Huan seemed to relish it.
Playing along, Yu Baihan added, “So, what’s the protocol if I’m not supposed to get wet? Otherwise, should Dr. Lu assist me with shampooing my hair…”
His voice trailed off abruptly.
A sudden meeting of the eyes occurred between Yu Baihan and Uncle Feng, standing at the bedroom door.
Lu Huan, too, turned around, almost as if sensing the situation.
By the doorway, Uncle Feng momentarily froze, his surprised expression quickly concealed.
With a composed demeanor, he stowed the waterproof gloves into his pocket, executed a bow, and slowly exited the room.
“……”
“……”
Within the room, silence reigned, leaving just the two of them.
For a moment, Yu Baihan pressed his lips together.
He feigned composure, uttering in a hushed tone, “Doctor Lu, could this impact your professional image?”
“……Ah.”
Author’s note:
Uncle Feng: Is there any storm that this old Feng has never seen?
Yu Baihan: Doctor Lu, do you want to move out overnight?
Lu Huan: …
Why are they so funny my god!!
Thanks for the chapter!!
LMAOSHJKK exposed in front of the butler 😂 uncle feng’s reaction sent me 💀😂
They have really long lunchtime..
They do! Chinese lunchtimes are longer because there is a common custom (or maybe culture?) of taking naps after lunch. Both in schools and workplaces, the lunch break is significantly longer to allow time for a quick nap.
😳😲 How lucky !!! We only have 30-45 minutes at most.. 😭😭
Same… I wish we had naptime at noon. Though, I’d probably spend it reading.
This is so funny thank you for the translation
Wonderful roleplay!
Butler knows when to offer assistance and when to fade to the background!
Thanks for translating!
Small thing but I think the “alright, it’s you then, Pika-huan” should be “I choose you, Pika-huan” since I assume it’s a play on the catchphrase “I choose you, Pikachu!” from Pokémon.
Right, I don’t play pokemon, so thanks for the suggestion!
Lmaooo skdkkdlfkflgl
Give uncle Feng a pay rise 😂
The banter is so smooth – they’re both loving the role play! 😉
Thanks for the chapter 💞
These two…🤣🤣🤣🤦🏻♀️
🤣🤣🤣🤣
Doctor Lu will help you shower!
They’re so funny I love it