Can I still be saved? [Transmigration] - Chapter 10

After the final exams, the school officially let out for summer break.

With the hardware store too busy for just one person, the couple discussed it and eventually decided to bring over Lu Tao’s mother to look after Su Yunjing.

Su Yunjing’s health wasn’t great; he could fall ill at any moment, so someone needed to keep an eye on him.

The summer holiday gave Su Yunjing a lot more free time. When school was in session, he could only bring Fu Hanzhou one meal a day. Now, he could deliver both lunch and dinner.

In the mornings, Su Yunjing did his homework. In the afternoons, he napped with his nainai. Then, around 4 PM when it was cooler, he’d head to the orphanage to see Fu Hanzhou. His nainai would stay at the entrance under the shade with other elderly folks to cool off.

Fu Hanzhou didn’t like people touching him, so his hair had grown long enough to almost cover his eyes.

Su Yunjing couldn’t stand it anymore.

Even though this guy was like a slab of ice jade, never sticky or sweaty even in the heat, his long, shapeless hair made him look anything but neat.

Su Yunjing gave him two options: either tie it up with a hair tie, or let him cut it.

The little ice prince clearly had a bit of an image complex. Not trusting Su Yunjing’s haircutting skills, he chose to tie his hair.

Su Yunjing found a thin black elastic from Song Wenqian’s vanity.

Though he didn’t allow a haircut, Fu Hanzhou didn’t object to Su Yunjing touching his hair.

So Su Yunjing tied it up into a little top knot, finally revealing his smooth, rounded forehead.

Fu Hanzhou’s features were incredibly refined, like jade sculpted with precision.

The lines of his brows and eyes were soft and delicate, his nose wings refined and fair, and his lips thin yet graceful.

He already had somewhat feminine features, and with his hair tied back and a few loose strands framing his face, he looked even more delicate and beautiful.

“You look really pretty,” Su Yunjing praised sincerely.

No wonder women always talk about maternal love overflowing .Looking at Fu Hanzhou like this, Su Yunjing finally understood what they meant.

However, Fu Hanzhou clearly didn’t appreciate the compliment. He frowned, his pitch-black eyes sweeping coldly over Su Yunjing.

Su Yunjing wasn’t bothered. He smiled and asked, “Is there anything you’re craving? I can ask my nainai to make it for you.”

Fu Hanzhou liked the soup dumplings Song Wenqian made.

But after rolling the words around his tongue, what came out instead was, “Fish.”

It was rare for Fu Hanzhou to make a request, and Su Yunjing immediately promised he’d get it done. After all, fish was cheap.

Cheap, yes but full of bones.

At home, in order to maintain his ‘little kid’ persona, it was the original host’s mom and nainai who picked out the fish bones for him at the dinner table.

But for Fu Hanzhou, Su Yunjing had to do it himself.

With smaller hands and less coordinated movements, Su Yunjing painstakingly picked through the fish with kid-sized chopsticks.

Sweat beaded densely on the bridge of his nose.

In fact, Fu Hanzhou was doing it on purpose, deliberately giving Su Yunjing trouble.

But watching him seriously picking through the fish, Fu Hanzhou pressed his lips together, his lashes lowering over his eyes.

For once, those jet-black eyes held a hint of confusion.

Half a month of summer vacation flew by.

Song Wenqian’s uncle’s family was preparing for his daughter’s engagement, so she brought Su Yunjing along to visit, leaving Lu Tao to mind the store alone.

Before leaving, Su Yunjing let Fu Hanzhou know he’d be away and told him to eat lunch at the orphanage as he needed to visit his laolao’s place.

But plans always change. Song Wenqian hadn’t visited her mother’s side in a long time.

And since the next day happened to be the original host’s uncle’s birthday, they ended up staying the night.

Su Yunjing hadn’t told Fu Hanzhou he wouldn’t be back that night, and he didn’t know whether Fu Hanzhou would have anything to eat.

The more he thought about it, the more worried he got. So he used Song Wenqian’s phone to call the orphanage office.

When the line connected, Su Yunjing recognized the voice. “Is this Auntie Chen? I’m Lu Jiaming. Can you let Fu Hanzhou come to the phone?”

He visited the orphanage often and was already familiar with the staff.

He called the landline. Auntie Chen went out to call Fu Hanzhou in.

Two minutes passed.

Fu Hanzhou picked up the receiver and let out a quiet “mm,” signaling he was there.

Su Yunjing said, “I’m staying over at my laolao’s tonight. I probably won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon. Don’t wait for me, just eat dinner at the orphanage.”

“And when it’s mealtime, go early. Don’t wait until you’re the last in line.”

Su Yunjing nagged him for a while, and finally, the little cool cub replied with just one word: “Mm.”

“Minmin, where are you? Did you take my phone?”

Hearing Song Wenqian’s voice in the background, Su Yunjing stopped. “Gotta go, my mom’s looking for me.”

Without waiting for a reply, he hung up.

The dial tone beeped in the receiver, but Fu Hanzhou didn’t put the phone down.

After a while, Auntie Chen noticed he was still silent. She glanced over and saw that the screen had already returned to the time display.

“The call’s over, why are you still holding it?” she said, gently taking the phone from his hand and setting it down.

Fu Hanzhou said nothing and turned to leave the office.

Communication wasn’t very convenient in this era.

In Su Yunjing’s original world, even five-year-olds had their own phones.

Sure, maybe they were handed downs from their parents, but everyone still had one.

If only he and Fu Hanzhou each had a phone, they could contact each other anytime something came up.

Fu Hanzhou was a very sensitive child, someone with less security than most.

Su Yunjing rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

This body was too young, there were a lot of things he couldn’t take charge of.

And with poor health on top of it, Su Yunjing felt even more restricted.

The next day was the original host’s uncle’s birthday, and both of his aunts had brought their kids along.

The whole family sat down for a big reunion meal.

Seeing her daughter growing thinner by the day, the original host’s laolao’s eyes turned slightly red.

“Qian’er, while you’re still young, you should think about having another child. It’s not that we’re expecting anything bad, but when Yangyang grows up, he’ll need someone to talk things over with if something ever happens.”

The original host had been sickly since childhood. Song Wenqian and her husband had poured their hearts into raising him over the years.

Even just one child had drained their energy, having another was a big ask.

But it was ‘better safe than sorry.’ Though they claimed it wasn’t about planning for tragedy, that’s exactly what it was.

They were afraid that if something ever happened to the original host, the couple wouldn’t survive the grief.

“I agree with Mom,” said Song Wenqian’s older brother. “You two should have another. It’ll be tiring now, sure but you’ll see the benefits when you’re older.”

Song Wenqian grew nervous and glanced at Su Yunjing. “Don’t talk about this in front of the child.”

Su Yunjing felt deeply awkward.

But he couldn’t show it. All he could do was pretend to be engrossed in the TV drama, as if he hadn’t heard a word.

Only then did Song Wenqian let out a breath of relief.

Taking the chance, Su Yunjing slipped away from the table.

He had no idea where the real Lu Jiaming had gone. The system hadn’t told him, and right now, he couldn’t even contact it.

At this point, Su Yunjing had no choice but to keep pretending to be Lu Jiaming.

Just as he was about to step out for some fresh air, he passed by the room where the original host’s cousin was staying and heard someone inside talking on the phone.

His footsteps paused.