Can I still be saved? [Transmigration] - Chapter 35.1

After school, Su Yunjing, as usual, went to look for Jiang Chunan in his class.

 

Because Jiang Chunian had a leg disability, he had been in the first-floor classroom from his freshman year to his sophomore year.

 

By the time Su Yunjing got there, Jiang Chunan had already packed his schoolbag and was waiting for him at his seat.

 

As Su Yunjing wheeled Jiang Chunian out of the school, he saw a young man with black hair and dark eyes standing at the gate.

 

Students walking past couldn’t help stopping in their tracks to glance at the boy, whose looks were breathtaking.

 

As Su Yunjing exited the school gate, Fu Hanzhou caught his eye.

 

His eyes were fixed on Su Yunjing.

 

Su Yunjing smiled and pushed the wheelchair toward him.

 

Although the three of them didn’t exchange a word while walking Jiang Chunan home, Su Yunjing’s mood was clearly much better than it had been yesterday.

 

When they reached the bottom of Jiang Chunan’s building, Su Yunjing bent down, about to carry him up the stairs, when Fu Hanzhou suddenly said, “I’ll do it.”

 

Su Yunjing looked at him in surprise.

 

Before he could respond, Fu Hanzhou had already lifted Jiang Chunan out of the wheelchair.

 

Jiang Chunan was visibly frightened. He shrank his shoulders, his breath barely audible.

 

He had always been timid and ever since their first meeting, he’d been somewhat afraid of Fu Hanzhou.

 

So being carried up three floors by this beautiful long-haired boy, his whole body was tense.

 

When they reached the apartment, Jiang Chunan fumbled with his key, his fingers stiff as he opened the door.

 

Once inside, Fu Hanzhou gently placed him on the sofa.

 

His actions weren’t rough, but Jiang Chunan could clearly feel that the other boy didn’t want to touch him.

 

Not long after, Su Yunjing came upstairs carrying the wheelchair.

 

As soon as he set it down, the aloof little tsundere silently lifted Jiang Chunan back into it.

 

This rare moment of helpfulness from Fu Hanzhou completely caught Su Yunjing off guard.

 

He lifted his beautiful phoenix eyes slightly and asked, “Shall we go?”

 

Being looked at like that by the tsundere, Su Yunjing found it hard to object.

 

“If there’s nothing else, we’ll head out,” Su Yunjing said, turning to Jiang Chunan to say goodbye.

 

Jiang Chunan gave a slight, dazed nod, his fingers quietly tightening over his stomach into a fists.

 

He felt an unease.

 

This young boy with exquisite appearance had taken everyone’s attention the moment he appeared, including Su Yunjing’s.

 

Su Yunjing was his only friend. He was scared that maybe Su Yunjing wouldn’t want to hang out with him anymore. And would no longer walk him home after school.

 

Just as Su Yunjing was about to leave, Jiang Chunan suddenly grabbed his hand.

 

“What is it?” Su Yunjing turned around.

 

Fu Hanzhou also turned his head along with him. His phoenix eyes were elegantly shaped, with the corners tapering like the vibrant petals of a purple basil bloom—stunning and sharp.

 

Jiang Chunan glanced at him once, then quickly looked away, heart pounding wildly.

 

“Is your friend transferring to our school too?” he asked Su Yunjing in a soft voice.

 

Su Yunjing paused, realizing he was referring to Fu Hanzhou. “No, he’s just here to visit.”

 

Jiang Chunan let out a breath of relief, smiling again. “Then be careful on the road.”

 

But Fu Hanzhou had already seen through Jiang Chunan’s little thoughts.

 

He understood Jiang Chunian’s thoughts better than anyone else, and a chilling coldness seeped from the depths of his eyes.

 

After leaving Jiang Chunan’s home, Fu Hanzhou turned quiet again.

 

Su Yunjing suddenly asked, “How’s your stomach problem?”

 

Fu Hanzhou replied lightly, “The doctor prescribed some Chinese medicine.”

 

Su Yunjing was stunned. “You actually do have a stomach problem?”

 

“I have gastritis,” Fu Hanzhou said, his long lashes drooping slightly, and the lines at the corners of his eyes softened.

 

Su Yunjing had only wanted to tease him about ‘Tried to steal a chicken, but ended up losing a handful of rice’ ¹. But now, seeing him like this, he felt a bit sorry for him.

So he nagged him like an old nanny, “Make sure you eat on time. Especially breakfast. No matter how sleepy you are, eat first.”

 

“Mm.” Fu Hanzhou was unusually obedient and receptive.

 

Su Yunjing finally caught a glimpse of the Fu Hanzhou he used to know, soft and quiet, making people want to reach out and stroke his fur.

 

“Come on, let’s go home and eat,” Su Yunjing said cheerfully, his mood light and soft.

 

Fu Hanzhou’s eyes curved gently. “Mm.”

 

As they walked out of Jiang Chunan’s old residential area, they passed a small fruit stand right at the entrance.

 

Just as they stepped out,a basin of water was thrown at them.

 

If Su Yunjing hadn’t reacted quickly and pulled Fu Hanzhou back, the water would’ve splashed all over him.

 

Even so, the dirty water still splashed, soaking a large part of Fu Hanzhou’s pant leg. the fabric darkened as it absorbed the damp.

 

The cold wind blew past that chill and sank straight to the bone.

 

Su Yunjing was instantly furious. His face darkened, and he turned to the fruit vendor. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

 

“What’s wrong with me? You think people can’t make a mistake?” The woman at the fruit stand leaned toward the door with the basin and glared, adopting a full-on shrew pose.

 

“You’re young, but haven’t your parents taught you to watch where you’re walking? I was just pouring water, who told you to walk right into it with your eyes closed?”

 

Her voice was loud and shrill.

 

A crowd began to gather quickly.

 

Su Yunjing was so angry he stepped forward to argue, but Fu Hanzhou pressed his shoulder and stopped him.

 

“Forget it. Let’s go.”

 

Fu Hanzhou’s calm demeanor took the edge off Su Yunjing’s anger.

 

Still, Fu Hanzhou’s pant leg was soaked, and Su Yunjing worried he’d catch a chill,especially since he was naturally sensitive to cold.

 

Taking a deep breath, Su Yunjing forced himself to calm down and said, “Come on, let’s go.”

 

Even though they were walking away, the woman kept shouting insults behind them, full of vulgarity and obscenity.

 

Su Yunjing’s anger flared again, but he grit his teeth and pretended to be deaf, dragging Fu Hanzhou away quickly.

 

Fu Hanzhou glanced back at the fruit stand. His dark eyes were deep, unreadable.

 

After they walked far enough, he asked, “Do you have a grudge with that woman?”

 

The water was clearly thrown on purpose, like she was waiting for them.

 

Su Yunjing sighed in frustration. Though his tone remained calm, he was obviously annoyed. “Not exactly a grudge. I just cut off her income stream.”

 

Jiang Chunan’s parents were always busy with work, so they had hired the woman to pick him up from school.

 

But she was unreliable, often arriving very late.

 

After Su Yunjing saw Jiang Chunan getting bullied that one time, he started taking him home after school instead.

 

Ever since then, the woman at the fruit stand had been full of resentment. Whenever Su Yunjing passed by, she’d curse him indirectly.

 

Usually it was just muttering, but today she actually acted.

 

If he hadn’t reacted quickly, Fu Hanzhou might’ve been drenched.

 

Fu Hanzhou digested this and suddenly asked, “Why do you help him? Because you feel sorry for him?”

 

His dark gaze shimmered under the dim streetlight, deep and sharp.

 

“Well…” Su Yunjing frowned slightly, unsure how to answer.

 

He didn’t think it was ‘pity’, exactly.

 

“I just hate that kind of bullying,” he said. “Just because he lost a leg and looks different from others, people isolate and exclude him.”

 

But that wasn’t Jiang Chunan’s fault. More than anyone, Jiang Chunan wished for a normal pair of legs.

 

Back in his junior high, Su Yunjing had witnessed a similar situation. A classmate of his came from a poor family, his mother ran off with someone else, and his father was seriously ill.

 

Someone spread a rumor that the father had AIDS.

 

After that, the whole class avoided the boy like he was contagious. No one wanted to sit next to him, no one wanted to be near him.

 

Su Yunjing had felt something was off but he still followed the crowd.

 

He didn’t bully the boy himself, but he was one of the tiny snowflakes that started the avalanche.

 

Later, the boy dropped out of school and went out to work before finishing his third year of junior high.

 

One year during the National Day holiday, Su Yunjing returned home from university and ran into the boy by chance.

 

He was wearing dirty clothes from the construction site, tanned to a deep black, with a light blue stubble under his nose.

 

He looked older than Su Yunjing’s age, at least ten years older.

 

That moment struck Su Yunjing with a sharp, sour ache in his chest.

 

When he got home, he told his mom about what had happened back then.

 

His mom’s first question was, “He must’ve done something wrong for you kids to treat him like that, right?”

 

Su Yunjing remained silent for a long time.

 

A lot of parents think that If it wasn’t your fault, why would people bully you?

 

But the truth is, some people are just malicious for no reason.

 

That night, Su Yunjing chatted about it with an old classmate.

 

His mom didn’t know the full story, but that friend did.

 

The friend shrugged and said, “Working on a construction site actually pays pretty well these days. You can earn several thousand yuan a month—way more than us still in college.”

 

Su Yunjing felt completely powerless.

 

It wasn’t about money, it was about youth.

 

People on the internet liked to say, only after growing up do one realize that childhood is the most beautiful thing.

 

But for some people, the idea of a beautiful childhood was a complete lie.

 

Not everyone grows up in a honeypot. Those abusers ruined what should have been a person’s most beautiful years.

 

There’s no way to make up for that.

 

Su Yunjing didn’t help Jiang Chunan out of pity. He just treated him like a normal person.

 

But because everyone else was so hostile, even the tiniest bit of kindness became Jiang Chunan’s only source of warmth.

 

Even now, Su Yunjing still felt guilty when he remembered that old classmate.

 

No one could understand this feeling—not his mom, not his old friends.

 

Whenever he tried to talk about it, people said he was being melodramatic.

 

He couldn’t control others. All he could do was be the best version of himself.

 

And honestly, he didn’t even feel like he’d done anything impressive.

 

They were just little things.

 

Like when he handed out candy to kids at the orphanage, he gave them some because he had a bit of extra cash.

 

But when you only have a little to give, the best always goes to the most important person.

 

And that person was Fu Hanzhou.

 

Now, Jiang Chunan was like one of those orphanage kids, helpless and isolated in school.

 

“So basically, I help when I can,” Su Yunjing sighed. “All I really do is walk him home.”

 

Fu Hanzhou didn’t say anything.

 

But under the arch of his brows, those black phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, as if deep in thought.

They were almost at the house when Su Yunjing suddenly remembered something.

“Oh right, did you tell your family you came out this time? Does your dad know?”

Fu Hanzhou pressed his lips together and didn’t reply.

One look at him, and Su Yunjing knew that he had not told Shen Nianyun, and he suddenly felt a headache.

“You didn’t ask for leave from school either, did you? If no one knows where you are and they can’t find you, what if someone calls the police?”

Fu Hanzhou looked down slightly under Su Yunjing’s scolding. “He’s on a business trip, not home.”

“He” referred to Shen Nianyun.

Though Su Yunjing had only stayed at the Shen house for half a month, he knew Shen Nianyun was constantly busy. As the head of a major internet company, Shen Nianyun didn’t just sit back and guard his small territory, he was always expanding, always developing.

So being busy was expected.

Clearly, that speech Su Yunjing gave him in the past hadn’t left much of an impression.

Fu Hanzhou was still growing up in a broken household, just like the novel described.

Sigh…

It was hard to judge who was right or wrong in family matters.

“He might be on a business trip, but he’ll find out you’re missing eventually. He’s still your dad, of course he’ll worry. Don’t do this again,” Su Yunjing advised earnestly.

“Mm.”

Seeing him be so obedient, Su Yunjing softened and tried a gentler tone.

“Go use the public phone and call your dad. Let him know you’re safe. Ask him to help call the school too.”

Fu Hanzhou obediently went to the small store to make the call.

Shen Nianyun had just found out that Fu Hanzhou had been gone for two days.

Fu Hanzhou wasn’t like a typical teenager, he didn’t talk to people much, always holed up in his room, and didn’t engage with anything. That’s why it took a whole day before anyone noticed he was gone.

He explained the situation to Shen Nianyun over the phone in less than a minute, then hung up.

Meanwhile, Su Yunjing was picking out dried plums in the store.

When Fu Hanzhou came over, Su Yunjing asked, “Do you want any candy? You’re gonna be drinking Chinese medicine later, it’s bitter as hell.”

The rack had all kinds of preserved fruits: dried plums, black plums, hawthorn, yangmei, and snow plums.

Su Yunjing leaned over to look at them, hands on knees. He liked dried plums, so he grabbed two packs.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar brand ‘White Rabbit milk candy’ and chuckled.

He teased, “Want me to get you some White Rabbits? I saw a jar of them in your room the other day.”

Fu Hanzhou’s tall figure leaned in, long lashes casting shadows on his cheeks, his chin practically resting on Su Yunjing’s shoulder.

From the store’s window, it looked like one boy leaning against the other’s shoulder.

Their silhouettes overlapped, close and intimate.

“Mm.”

Fu Hanzhou responded softly, resting his chin lightly on Su Yunjing’s shoulder.

His face was calm and quiet, like a cat who had tucked in its claws.

White Rabbit candy wasn’t as trendy as it used to be. Most stores only sold them in full bags.

Su Yunjing was actually curious—where’d he get that glass jar of white rabbit candies? Most places only sell by the bag now.

Fu Hanzhou picked out a bag of milk candy while Su Yunjing took the dried plums, and they headed home side by side.

It turned out buying candy had been an excellent decision.

Not only Fu Hanzhou but Wen Huaishan too was forced by Grandma Guo to drink Chinese herbal medicine that night.

She brewed two pots, and the bitter smell filled the whole kitchen and living room.

Wen Huaishan hated bitter stuff and ran off to his study like it was none of his business.

Once it was ready, the two steaming bowls of dark brown liquid sat on the table.

Fu Hanzhou and Wen Huaishan, one younger, one older—two generations of victims—were dragged into the living room and forced to drink by Grandma Guo.

Su Yunjing stood to the side, watching gleefully without a shred of sympathy.

After downing his bowl, Fu Hanzhou quickly shoved two milk candies into his mouth. Wen Huaishan popped two rock candies.

Seeing that both of them had finished, Grandma Guo finally nodded in satisfaction and carried the bowls back to the kitchen.

Fu Hanzhou, who had suffered from the poison of traditional Chinese medicine, lay down on the bed after returning to his room. His long black hair spilled out like silk, and his features were soft and elegant.

At a glance, it looked like Su Yunjing was hiding a beauty in a golden house.

Su Yunjing sat at the computer desk, his back to Fu Hanzhou, and asked, “Are you flying or taking the train to get back?”

Fu Hanzhou’s dark eyes flickered.

“I think flying’s better. It’s faster,” Su Yunjing answered his own question.

He opened a booking site to look for flights from Henglin to Capital.

Online booking was a brand-new feature at this time. Not many people were using it yet.

“There’s a 3 p.m. flight tomorrow. How about that one?” Su Yunjing turned to ask. “Tomorrow’s Saturday, I can take you to the airport.”

Fu Hanzhou folded his hands and rested his chin on them. Lying on his stomach, his neck bone protruded, and the muscles along his back were lean and powerful, even through his shirt, they were clearly visible.

He looked like a predator lying in wait, but still gave off an inexplicable ‘pet me’ vibe.

Su Yunjing softened again, but his tone didn’t change.

“You can’t stay here forever. You’ve got to go back to Nanzhong and focus on your studies,” he reasoned seriously.

Then continue with a gentler tone, “Winter break’s only a few months away. You can come visit me then.”

Fu Hanzhou didn’t believe what Su Yunjing said.

Someone had said the same thing to him before—he’d believed them, and then they disappeared.

So now, even if someone said it again, he wouldn’t believe it.

Still, he didn’t show anything on his face. He just nodded and said, “Okay. Book the flight.”

With his claws retracted and his thorns tucked away, Fu Hanzhou was like a big cat—docile, quiet, and… impossibly beautiful.

He raised his eyelids slightly and fixed his eyes on Su Yunjing.

“I don’t want to keep long hair anymore. Can you cut it for me?” he asked suddenly.

Su Yunjing froze. His face turned serious. “You better think this through.”

He had cut Fu Hanzhou’s hair once before. The result had been a complete disaster.

Back then, Fu Hanzhou was still a kid, even if he ended up looking like a little shamate, no one would have said anything.

But now he was older. In Nanzhong, he was a big deal—basically the school’s star.

Thanks to Tang Wei’s misinformation campaign, the entire school of fangirls thought he was secretly part of some “Cang ai jiazu.”

If Su Yunjing gave him another haircut, the accusation of “Shamate” would be set in stone.

Fu Hanzhou calmly said, “No need for any styling. Just a buzz cut.”

Su Yunjing: Is this the confidence that comes with having an insanely good-looking face?

Because let’s be real, if your features are good enough, you’ll still look hot in a buzz cut.

Su Yunjing was silent for a moment, then summoned the bold confidence of his younger days—charging ahead with nothing but sheer audacity.

“If that’s what you want, then I’ll boldly showcase my haircutting talent!”

Since he had money now, the next morning Su Yunjing went to a shop and bought a full set of children’s haircutting tools.

It even came with clip-on length guards for different hair lengths.

When they got back, Fu Hanzhou first went to wash his hair.

Su Yunjing carefully blew it dry, the silky black strands slipped through his fingers like water.

He was actually jealous of this guy’s hair texture.

“You’re really sure you want to cut it?” he asked again, a little reluctant.

“Yeah.”

Fine then.

Su Yunjing set down the hairdryer and opened his brand-new toolkit.

Inside were all kinds of scissors, large and small, neatly arranged in a leather case.

He didn’t have the skills, but he did have all the necessary supplies.

He took out the biggest pair of scissors, cleared his throat, and said solemnly, “I’m starting.”

If Su Yunjing was nervous, Fu Hanzhou was the exact opposite.

His dark, calm eyes held no fear. His voice was serene. “Go ahead.”

“Alrighty,” Su Yunjing replied energetically.

He lifted a section of long hair and snipped.

As he trimmed away, Su Yunjing couldn’t help sighing with emotion—Fu Hanzhou’s first time was his, and now the second time was still his…. such sins.”

Fu Hanzhou’s hair was so long that Su Yunjing had to first give him a bob cut using the big scissors.

Then he switched to smaller scissors and turned the bob into a jagged, uneven mess.

His hands were shaking, heart pounding, clippers in hand but too scared to use them.

“Maybe… maybe we should go to a salon. It’s not too late.”

Fu Hanzhou now had a chicken-nest hairstyle, yet remained completely calm. “Just keep going.”

Su Yunjing admired his courage.

So he picked up the clipper, turned it on, and got to work.

Through the mirror, Fu Hanzhou watched Su Yunjing’s concentrated expression.

He looked like he was performing heart surgery.

A few stray strands of cut hair stuck to Su Yunjing’s nose and cheek, but he didn’t even notice.

In Su Yunjing’s eyes, all he could see was Fu Hanzhou.

Only him.

Fu Hanzhou’s lips curled into a faint smile.

His black eyes sparkled like ripples across water catching the light.

Su Yunjing finished giving Fu Hanzhou a haircut and felt like half his soul had left his body.

He rubbed his sore eyes, sighing deeply. “This… this isn’t work meant for human hands.”

But thankfully, at the last second, he was saved by the power of the electric clippers.

What finally emerged on Fu Hanzhou’s head was a perfectly ordinary buzzcut.

Without the long hair framing his face, his features stood out even more.

High-arched brows and deep-set eyes. Thick eyelashes like ink.

A straight nose bridge, and sharp, clean lines to his brows and lips.

Good-looking, still absurdly good-looking.

Su Yunjing’s eyes reflected his appearance. The longer he looked, the more satisfied he felt. Turns out my hairdressing skills really need a face like this to shine! Otherwise, his superb skills could not be highlighted.

Wen Huaishan was the first to witness the miracle.

One look at the fresh buzzcut and he gave an enthusiastic thumbs-up.

“This cut’s great. Looks clean and sharp.”

Grandma Guo, however, had more mainstream aesthetics. She murmured, “Why’d you cut it? It was so long. You’ve been growing it for years. What a shame.”

Sweeping up hair with a dustpan and broom, Su Yunjing chimed in, “It’s fine. He can grow it out again later. By then, I’ll have polished my skills and can give him a real proper cut.”

That “later” made Fu Hanzhou’s eyes flicker slightly, but he didn’t say anything.

Su Yunjing had booked a 3 p.m. flight for Fu Hanzhou.