Chapter 27 Part 2: A Sick Person Has Human Rights

When Lin Chuji returned to the dorm carrying a thermos, he could hear the Shen brothers’ voices from far away.

“Weakling.

Caught a cold from getting rained on?

How pathetic!”

“Invalid.

The thermometer next to you still says 39 degrees.

If you don’t go to the hospital, are you waiting to burn to ashes?”

Lin Chuji couldn’t help but laugh.

Shen Yinan turned around, raised his hand, and greeted him.

“Come, join us in mocking him.

The three of us all got rained on.

You’re not sick, Wanwan’s not sick, but he’s lying in bed unable to get up.”

“Who says I can’t get up?

I just can’t be bothered to,” Xie Yan said hoarsely.

As he spoke, he looked up at Lin Chuji standing at the door, his eyes teasing.

Lin Chuji opened his mouth, but really couldn’t bring himself to mention the log flume scene.

He stayed silent.

But for some reason, this feeling of having a little secret only the two of them shared was very subtle.

“Can’t be bothered, stubborn mouth.

You’re only eighteen and your body is already failing.

In the future, you’ll only be able to be a bottom—ow—” Shen Yibei didn’t finish before being kicked by his brother.

Xie Yan repeated very calmly, “A bottom?”

Shen Yinan gave an awkward smile.

“It’s not very realistic, I know.

A top has a top’s dignity.”

Lin Chuji didn’t understand what they were talking about.

He just moved the small table to the bedside and laid out the prepared food one by one.

As he did so, he explained, “I made this at home.

The ingredients are very clean.

No problems.”

Xie Yan propped a pillow behind him, sat up, and said politely, “Too much trouble for you.”

“No trouble.

I was doing it anyway,” Lin Chuji said, taking out the bowls and chopsticks, then looking at him seriously, asking, “Do you need me to feed you?”

Feed him?

How?

Using a spoon, scooping it up, and putting it into his mouth?

Even Xie Yan, who usually considered himself game for any joke, blushed at these words.

He cleared his throat, took the bowl, and said quietly, “No need.

I’m not that delicate.

I have hands.”

He thought to himself, Lin Chuji’s offensive is too fierce.

Can’t handle it.

When he was weak and sick, Lin Chuji not only kept him company, took care of him meticulously, cooked porridge and soup, but even planned to personally feed him.

He had underestimated the other’s ability to turn a straight guy.

His fault for only flipping through that book for two pages and not finding a response strategy for this gentle attack.

He looked at Shen Yinan and asked indirectly, “Would you feed me?”

“Bro, even though we’ve known each other for years, we still need boundaries and a sense of propriety, okay?

That’s a bit too precious.”

Shen Yinan got goosebumps just imagining the scene.

Xie Yan then looked at the second candidate.

“What about you?”

“No way, no way.

If you were quadriplegic, I’d be willing to serve you like that.

But for now, you can still use your own hands.”

Shen Yibei jumped three feet away.

Xie Yan looked at Lin Chuji, smiling.

See?

This is the normal reaction of a straight guy.

Lin Chuji looked blankly at the brothers, not understanding why they were reacting so strongly.

He said quietly, “…What’s wrong with feeding someone?

I often make food to feed Big Yellow in the neighborhood…”

Xie Yan’s hand holding the soup spoon paused, his eyebrow raised.

“Big Yellow?”

Lin Chuji nodded, his expression serious.

“The security guard’s free-range Chinese rural dog.

Very well-behaved.”

Xie Yan: “…….”

So in Lin Chuji’s mind, feeding him is equivalent to feeding Big Yellow?

He really couldn’t understand Lin Chuji’s advanced-level bending routine anymore.

To make him let his guard down, had he resorted to equating him with a dog?

Too absurd, yet absurdly logical.

“Big Yellow, hahahahahahaha, Xie dog, be good, eat your food.”

Shen Yinan had to be annoying.

“How about this?

I’ll choose a handsome breed for you.

What about a German Shepherd?

A big dark-skinned dog!”

Shen Yibei gesticulated wildly.

“This is already a discounted price for over a decade of friendship.

Many of them are police dogs with government jobs.

You’re the one getting a bargain.”

Xie Yan: “…….”

Having these friends is truly his blessing.

Lin Chuji belatedly realized his words were ambiguous and hurriedly explained, “No, I’m not calling you a dog…

I just meant that since you’re sick, it’s a very normal thing…

I also took care of Big Yellow like this when he was sick…

No…”

Xie Yan remembered how last night he had been lying there, insisting on nuzzling into the pillow, looking like a little curly-haired thing too.

So he slowly drank his soup and said softly, “It’s fine.

If I’m a dog, you’re a dog too.

I’ll pick a good-looking breed for you.

How about a Bichon Frise?”

Now it was Lin Chuji’s turn to fall silent.

He didn’t really want to be a dog, but he had just compared the other to Big Yellow, so he couldn’t argue.

Shen Yinan was stunned by this series of conversation.

Listen to what they’re saying.

Brother, your wife can call you a dog, but you can’t call her one too.

You’re really too straight.

No saving you.

Xie Yan observed his expression.

“Don’t like that breed?

Then how about another?”

Lin Chuji pressed the digital thermometer to his forehead, lowered his eyelashes, and teased him quietly, “38.5 degrees.

You really are running a fever, talking nonsense.”

Xie Yan: “…….”

He noticed that Lin Chuji was really getting more and more presumptuous.

Shen Yinan remembered the real matter, checked the time, then looked at the sick person in bed.

“I’ll take Wanwan to the airport in a bit.

Don’t bother.”

Lin Chuji looked at him.

“So soon?”

“She starts school on Monday.

She came on a whim,” Xie Yan said, quickening his pace of drinking porridge, his voice low.

“I have to see her off.

She seems indifferent on the surface, but she’s quite sensitive.

If I don’t show up, she’ll overthink it.”

Lin Chuji suddenly thought of Xie Yan’s sleep talk last night.

He seemed trapped in the past, in great pain.

But since the day they met, he had never shown a trace of melancholy or sadness.

Lin Chuji had initially thought he was a carefree, happy-go-lucky sunny boy, always looking so carefree.

But he took care of everyone’s feelings so well—who took care of him?

Xie Yan felt his gaze and asked without looking up, “What’s with that expression?”

Lin Chuji felt he must have eyes on top of his head.

He pouted.

“No expression.

Just thinking that you’ve had it pretty hard.”

After the meal, they called a van to pick up Xie Wan and then headed to the airport.

No one mentioned the illness, but Xie Wan keenly noticed that her brother was a bit off today—he was unusually quiet.

So she asked, “Did you two fight last night?”

“Where did you get that conclusion?”

Xie Yan said lazily, the back of his head resting against the car seat, his head a bit dizzy.

“A lifeless expression.

Not like you,” Xie Wan said.

“We… had a little disagreement about the photos,” Lin Chuji saw that he didn’t want his sister to worry and helped cover, but he wasn’t good at it, and it sounded rather ridiculous.

Xie Yan glanced at him lightly.

“Right.

He wanted to keep them all.

Greedy.”

Xie Wan couldn’t believe that two eighteen-year-old college students would fight over photos that didn’t even show their faces.

She was a bit shocked.

Thinking about parting soon, she spoke again, very sadly, “It’s fine.

It’s good that someone can argue with you.

I’d like to argue with you more too.

Now I don’t even know how many times a year I’ll see you.”

Xie Yan didn’t know how to answer, so he stayed silent.

Shen Yinan tried to smooth things over.

“Ah, just get through these few years and you’ll also take the exam to come to Beijing.

You’ll annoy your brother every single day.”

Shen Yibei nodded, echoing, “Right.

And you can take a plane back once in a while.

If not, video chat every day.

No big deal.”

“But I’m only in seventh grade.

That’s six more years,” Xie Wan said, unhappy.

Xie Yan sat with his legs apart, his tone very calm.

“Don’t overthink it.

Just study hard.”

Lin Chuji bit his lip, thought it over for a while, then spoke carefully, “I have a way that might let you two see each other often, but… it’s a bit presumptuous.”

Xie Yan turned his head to look at him, lifting his chin slightly.

“Go ahead.”

Lin Chuji looked into his eyes and tentatively said, “Wanwan is only thirteen, still under the age of fourteen.

She can be adopted.”

Hearing this, Xie Yan’s expression changed slightly, but he didn’t respond.

It wasn’t that no one had suggested it before.

He wasn’t suitable because of his age, but Xie Wan was still young and it would be easy to find an adoptive family.

But they had already suffered through so many years, of course he didn’t want to now.

Xie Wan said quietly, “If it would allow me to come to Beijing too, and there were suitable parents… it wouldn’t be impossible.”

Xie Yan’s expression was tense, looking out the window, silent.

“When I went home today, I mentioned this to my mom.

She… she is very willing,” Lin Chuji said, choosing his words carefully, trying to explain the situation without hurting Xie Yan.

“It takes three years of adoption to get a Beijing household registration, but for the first three years, she could go to a private school, then switch to public.

My mom would cover the expenses.”

Shen Yinan slapped his thigh.

“That’s too good.

But is your mom that charitable?

Never seen that before.”

Lin Chuji murmured, “After me, she was actually pregnant with a little sister, but then she lost it.

She probably likes little girls.

Besides, she said that police officers who serve the people are good people and should be properly repaid.”

Xie Yan turned his head to look at him, his emotions were complicated, and joked in his usual casual tone, “Trying to help me solve my problems?

Why are you so good to me?”

Lin Chuji, afraid he would overthink, lowered his head and handed him the warm water.

“I’m just making a suggestion.

You don’t have to take it.”

The car fell silent again.

Shen Yinan thought for a few seconds and decided to try to persuade Xie Yan.

“I think it’s really good.

Xiao Lin’s family background and upbringing are definitely good.”

“This would really be taking advantage of you.

Not appropriate,” Xie Yan said quietly.

Giving his own sister away to Lin Chuji’s family—what kind of sense did that make?

He didn’t want to owe this favor, and he didn’t want to repay it either.

Xie Wan kept her head down, and it was almost time to arrive at the airport when she suddenly looked up.

“No.

This won’t work.”

“Why are you reacting so strongly?”

Xie Yan reached out and rubbed her head, inexplicably relieved.

He had been afraid that she would be willing, and then he would be the one holding her back.

“Why not?

You can live on campus.

You don’t need to interact much with my parents.

It would just be on paper,” Lin Chuji explained.

Xie Wan looked at him, then at Xie Yan, wanting to say something but stopping.

Her expression was very conflicted.

After thinking back and forth for nearly a minute, she finally stated her reason.

“But… if your parents adopt me, then you would become my legal older brother, wouldn’t you?”

Lin Chuji nodded, his expression gentle.

“Yes.

I don’t have a problem with that.

I like you very much.

So why not?”

Xie Wan covered her face and elbowed the person next to her.

“I said you’re not allowed to hit me.”

“When have I ever hit you?

Don’t make things up,” Xie Yan laughed.

Xie Wan’s tone was rarely cautious, but her words shocked everyone.

“Although the novels I read are a bit explicit, this is reality after all… one is my biological brother, one is my sworn brother.

What if… you two got together?

Wouldn’t that be too exciting?”

Xie Yan: “………….”

Lin Chuji: “…….”

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