Can I still be saved? [Transmigration] - Chapter 46.1

Su Yunjing was quoting a meme that had gone viral online — “You’re just lusting after his body. You’re shameless.”

Fu Hanzhou didn’t get the reference, but he knew Su Yunjing well enough to realize that if Yunjing had said it that way, there was probably another meaning to that chan (lust).

Instead of answering, he countered, “Which chan are you talking about?”

They weren’t from the same era, so the generational gap was quite wide. Su Yunjing didn’t want to explain memes and simply changed the subject. “Forget it, let’s sleep.” He got into bed.

Fu Hanzhou followed, lifted the quilt, and lay down beside him.

Just as Su Yunjing turned to switch off the bedside lamp, Fu Hanzhou leaned over him.

Su Yunjing’s back sank into the soft pillows beneath him.

Seeing that Fu Hanzhou had made his back into a pillow, Su Yunjing protested, “Hey, hey—little Chuanchuan, could you please go to sleep properly? Don’t mess around.”

Fu Hanzhou rested on Su Yunjing’s chest, perfectly content, eyes half-lidded like a lazy phoenix.

“Didn’t you say you thought I was good-looking, that you were lusting after my body? Isn’t that the chan you meant?” His voice was low, amused.

Su Yunjing glanced down at the boy lying on him.

Fu Hanzhou was sprawled out, his toned shoulders and back pressing against Su Yunjing, a faint smirk curling his fine lips, expression calm and elegant.

“I meant—if anyone were to be corting, it would be me corting after you. The word if is important here; everything after it is hypothetical.”

Su Yunjing put on his teacher face, sighed dramatically, “Your reading comprehension is terrible. At this rate, I seriously doubt your Chinese grades.”

Fu Hanzhou said, “Then tell me.”

“Hm?” Su Yunjing raised a brow. “Tell you what? Any questions, just ask—Teacher Wen will give you a live tutoring session. Let me show you what a real academic genius and reading-comprehension expert looks like.”

Fu Hanzhou slowly opened his eyes. an indescribable shadow settling in them, his deep voice a little hoarse.

“Tell me,” Fu Hanzhou said quietly, “if someone likes another person, but that person can’t accept him. If the one who’s in love does something a little bad, but still within the bounds of what the other could tolerate—would that be okay?”

It took the ‘reading-comprehension expert’ a few seconds to process that one.

Su Yunjing: “So you mean, Person A likes Person B. B doesn’t accept A, but A does something bad—though it’s something B could still accept. That’s what you mean?”

“Mm.”

“Well,” Su Yunjing reasoned, “if it’s still within what B can accept, then it’s not that bad, right?”

“Mm.”

At least the things he did with Su Yunjing—those little moments of intimacy—didn’t make Su Yunjing reject him.

But the reason Su Yunjing didn’t reject them… was because he didn’t know he had ulterior motives.

Su Yunjing gave an answer that could’ve earned a perfect score: “As long as both people are comfortable, then it’s fine. But, of course, it depends on the specifics.”

Now, usually when someone says “a friend of mine has a problem,” that “friend” is essentially the person asking the question.

But the female lead hadn’t even appeared yet, and this tsundere kid wasn’t the type to have love troubles—plus, he didn’t really have anyone else he was close to.

Which meant that B was probably him—Su Yunjing.

Maybe the kid had done something that would make him annoyed, not enough to make him furious, but enough to make him sulk— and now, too embarrassed to apologize outright, he was poking around to see how mad Su Yunjing might be.

But since he couldn’t let Su Yunjing notice, he swapped that thing he did for a story about ‘a secret crush’.

Detective Su — also known as Logic Prince Yunjing — went full Sherlock Holmes mode, immediately saw through little Tsundere’s act.

He gave a little hint: “If I were this B, as long as it’s not something outrageous—nothing immoral or illegal—it’s all within my tolerance range.”

Fu Hanzhou’s eyes quirked, a glint of light filtering in. “So, as long as it’s not immoral, it’s fine?”

“Exactly.”

“Oh.”

Su Yunjing: ???

So what had this kid done?

He probed carefully, “And what kind of ‘not-so-good’ thing do you think A would do?”

Fu Hanzhou looked thoughtful. “Hmm… maybe accidentally touch something he shouldn’t.”

Su Yunjing was just about to ask what that meant when a pair of hands slipped under his shirt.

Fu Hanzhou’s fingers brushed over his waist, eager to move higher.

Su Yunjing faintly heard the man’s muffled laughter on his back and immediately realized what ‘shouldn’t touch’ meant.

Realizing he’d been tricked. Su Yunjing’s patience snapped. “You can forget about sleeping tonight!”

He flipped him over, pinning the tall, slender boy beneath him, and started tickling him mercilessly.

“Wrong yet?” he demanded.

Fu Hanzhou curled up, laughing breathlessly, trembling under the tickles.

When the tickling became unbearable, Fu Hanzhou twisted like a carp stranded on shore, his body arching and writhing as he tried to escape.

A faint flush colored the corners of his eyes, like a peony blooming to its fullest—rich, vivid, intoxicatingly beautiful.

Yet in his eyes, deep as an ocean of stars, there was only Su Yunjing— clear, pure, and silently entwined with affection.

That purity made Su Yunjing pause. His hand stilled.

Then he heard the boy beneath him whisper, “…I was wrong.”

And softer still, with that clear, youthful voice that brushed right against his heartstrings, “Gege, I was wrong.”

That gege—gentle and light, carrying the unbroken clarity of youth—struck straight at the softest part of Su Yunjing’s heart.

When they were little, Su Yunjing used to tease him, telling him that if he called him gege, he could sleep in his room that night.

Back then, Fu Hanzhou usually wouldn’t say a word. But every time Su Yunjing turned off the lights,he would quietly lean close to his ear in the dark and whisper, almost inaudibly.

“Gege…”

Now, looking down at the boy beneath him, Su Yunjing reached out, fingertips brushing over his sharp brow. That scrawny little boy and the tall, beautiful youth before him seemed to overlap.

Su Yunjing smiled.

“Mm. I forgive you,” he said gently.

Fu Hanzhou’s lashes trembled— the feeling of liking someone too much had turned into a kind of fear.

He suddenly sat up and pulled Su Yunjing into his arms, burying himself deep into Su Yunjing’s shoulder, as if even that wasn’t close enough— as if he wanted to press himself further, until they were one and the same.

Just moments ago he had been smiling, but in the blink of an eye, his emotions had swung to the edge of collapse.

His arms tightened around Su Yunjing, the strength of his grip almost painful. Yet Su Yunjing didn’t push him away.

Instead, he asked softly, with patient warmth, “Feeling down? How about I tell you a joke… to make you smile?”

Fu Hanzhou’s lashes were damp. He didn’t want to hear a joke. He just didn’t want Su Yunjing to leave.

Still, he nodded against his shoulder. “Okay.”

…..

The next morning, their private butler arranged a cable car ride through the snowy mountains.

The weather was beautiful. Sunlight draped over the endless white peaks resembles a veil of silk.

In the distance, the white ridges seemed to merge with the clouds at the horizon—heaven and earth meeting as one, mountain and mist indistinguishable.

Su Yunjing and Fu Hanzhou shared a cable car. The little tsundere, who hated the cold, stayed wrapped tightly in his small blanket, clearly not in the best of moods.

Su Yunjing vaguely sensed that he was uneasy and he could more or less guess the source of that unease.

Part of it, he knew, came from himself. His death back then had left a deep wound on Fu Hanzhou.

Coupled with a troubled childhood and the heavy shadow of hereditary mental illness running through his family, it wasn’t hard to see why Fu Hanzhou had become the way he was.

The only thing that comforted him was that, no matter how bad the little tsundere’s mood got, he no longer showed any signs of self-destruction.

He would only lean quietly against Su Yunjing, like a weary bird resting on a branch.

No matter how much exhaustion, unease, or darkness churned inside him, as long as he was there, Fu Hanzhou emotions would gradually steady and calm.

But he worried that he wouldn’t be able to stay by Fu Hanzhou’s side for long. The transmigration system had never promised him he could remain in this body forever.

All it said was that this time, he could stay a bit longer, at least longer than in his previous identity.

Now, his greatest wish was that before he left, he could heal the little tsundere’s illness, help him truly find happiness.

The kind of happiness that would last even when he was no longer there.

Outside the cable car, the world was wrapped in pure white. Snow blanketed everything, and a fine mist blurred the distance.

Cold air seeped in through the narrow gaps, and Fu Hanzhou, afraid of the chill, curled up and pressed himself closer against Su Yunjing.

The hand he’d been resting around Su Yunjing’s waist slipped lower by an inch; the tip of his little finger hooked under the elastic of Su Yunjing’s underwear, gave a teasing flick, and then let it snap back with a soft pop.

It didn’t hurt—just made Su Yunjing feel that this little tsundere’s hands were getting more and more mischievous lately.

“Stop fooling around,” Su Yunjing said helplessly, pressing down on his hand.

Fu Hanzhou rested his head on Su Yunjing’s shoulder, his fingertips still fidgeting, lightly scratching at Su Yunjing’s palm.

Su Yunjing gripped his cold hand tighter. “Hey, little Chuan chuan, if you keep this up, I’ll chop off that naughty paw of yours and make dumplings out of it.”

Fu Hanzhou’s lips curved in a quiet smile as he burrowed deeper into the blanket.

His teasing wasn’t just mischief, he was testing Su Yunjing’s limits, trying to find out just how much closeness Su Yunjing would allow.

Su Yunjing didn’t seem to mind these small touches, and that alone put Fu Hanzhou in an unexplainably good mood.

The cableway stretched for quite a distance, but Fu Hanzhou had no interest whatsoever in the snowy scenery outside.

Last night, his mood was terrible. In the past, that often happened—his emotions would suddenly plummet for no clear reason, and once the gloom took hold, self-loathing thoughts would follow in like waves.

Now that Su Yunjing was by his side, things had improved a lot.

He nestled against Su Yunjing, soaking up the warmth from his body, and even drifted off into a short nap.

When the cable car finally came to a stop, Fu Hanzhou stirred awake. His slightly slanted phoenix eyes were still drowsy, soft folds gathering faintly at the corners.

Freshly awake, his body was cold, and Su Yunjing, worried the little tsundere might catch a chill, took him straight back to the hotel by car.