Can I still be saved? [Transmigration] - Chapter 48.2

Su Yunjing said to Tang Wei and the others, “Maybe he’s just drunk.”

Hearing that, Tang Wei suddenly became curious about how much alcohol was actually in that fruit beer. He rubbed his stomach and quietly tried to feel if there was any aftereffect.

“You know,” Tang Wei muttered, “I actually feel a bit hot. My mouth’s dry, and my head’s spinning a little.” The more he talked, the worse he felt, his expression twisting. “But it tasted so light when I was drinking it.”

Lin Lie glanced at Tang Wei, who was busy diagnosing himself, then swept his eyes toward Fu Hanzhou, who was slumped over the table. There was something unreadable in his gaze.

Without saying a word, he stood up and opened the window.

Lin Lie’s apartment had two rooms and a living room. Tang Wei often stayed over, so the guest room was well prepared.

Lin Lie told Su Yunjing to take Fu Hanzhou to the guest room to rest. “He’ll be fine after sleeping it off.”

Fu Hanzhou was unusually docile, wherever Su Yunjing went, he followed, like an obedient shadow. It was hard to tell if he was really drunk or not.

Once they got to the room, Su Yunjing pushed him down onto the bed and asked, “Are you drunk?”

Fu Hanzhou just shook his head, still smiling.

“Then does your head hurt?”

He shook his head again. His dark eyes gleamed brightly.

He wasn’t hurting but Su Yunjing’s head was starting to ache. The way this little cool beauty kept denying he was drunk, grinning nonstop and acting strangely cheerful, all looked suspiciously like drunken behavior.

But seriously, how bad did your tolerance have to be to get tipsy from fruit beer?

Then again, Fu Hanzhou had drunk the most out of all of them. Maybe he’d just gotten a little buzzed.

Su Yunjing held up two fingers in front of him, teasing, “Chuan chuan, how many fingers is this?”

Fu Hanzhou reached out, grabbed Su Yunjing’s hand and suddenly stuffed those fingers into his mouth. The sharp tips of his teeth grazed Su Yunjing’s fingertips.

Su Yunjing instinctively tried to pull away. “Hey, hey, hey!”

Fu Hanzhou laughed, let go, then leaned in and bit lightly on Su Yunjing’s wrist.

His movement was soft, so soft that he didn’t even leave teeth marks, just a trace of damp warmth.

Su Yunjing frowned, feeling even more confused. He sat down beside the bed and asked. “Are you messing with me, or are you actually drunk?”

Fu Hanzhou didn’t answer. He just rested his head on Su Yunjing’s lap, adjusted himself a little, and closed his eyes. His long lashes cast a delicate fan-shaped shadow over his eyelids.

Looking down at the quiet boy, Su Yunjing worried he might be uncomfortable, so he gently massaged his temples.

The sleeping beauty who had been calm and still suddenly caught Su Yunjing’s wrist, parted his lips, and pressed them against the faint blue vein there.

His lips were dry on the outside, soft and moist within. Warm breath brushed over Su Yunjing’s skin, making his body tremble as if scalded.

Fu Hanzhou only sucked once, but then his sharp teeth scraped gently against the skin, leaving a faint bite mark.

He opened his eyes, and the black of his pupils shimmered with a tiny glint of light.

Su Yunjing met those beautiful eyes. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, swallowing back the words that almost came out.

After a long pause, he finally managed, “Can I ask how old you are?”

Fu Hanzhou closed his eyes again and murmured, “Seven.”

Su Yunjing thought silently, You definitely weren’t like this when you were seven.

As if he could read Su Yunjing’s thoughts, Fu Hanzhou placed Su Yunjing’s hand over his eyes and whispered, “Just stay with me. As long as you stay, I won’t act up.”

“Hm?” Su Yunjing frowned slightly, sensing there was something hidden in those words.

But Fu Hanzhou said nothing more. He looked like he’d fallen asleep.

Watching the calm expression on his face, Su Yunjing felt a gentle warmth blooming in his chest.

Fu Hanzhou wasn’t as obedient as he used to be—sometimes proud, sometimes teasing—but Su Yunjing had to admit, he could never bring himself to be angry with him.

They stayed in the capital until the tenth day of the first lunar month before flying back to Henglin.

Fu Hanzhou went back with Su Yunjing and didn’t stay a single extra day at the Shen family’s home.

At first, Guo Xiuhui, influenced by Wen Yanlai, had suspected that Fu Hanzhou had ulterior motives for getting close to their grandson, Cici.

But the two boys got along so well. Guo Xiuhui had never seen them fight, and Fu Hanzhou always behaved impeccably.

Guo Xiuhui couldn’t help sighing to Wen Huaishan, “Even real brothers aren’t this close.”

“That’s what we call affinity,” Wen Huaishan said, shaking open his newspaper. “They have similar temperaments and are both around the age of seventeen or eighteen—it makes sense.”

He looked up from the paper and added, “Let’s just hope Xiao Fu truly sees Cici as a brother. That way, if something happens, they can look out for each other.”

“That’s what I think too. I just don’t want Cici to be lonely,” Guo Xiuhui sighed, her eyes glistening slightly.

“That child had a hard life, barely made it through the gates of hell when he was little. The fortune-teller said his birth chart is weak, destined to face big hardships…”

Wen Huaishan couldn’t stand hearing her superstitious nonsense anymore. He turned a page of his newspaper loudly, sounding impatient. “Alright, alright. What era do you think this is? Still talking about fate and weak birth charts.”

Guo Xiuhui bristled. “Hey, you old man….!”

Su Yunjing and Fu Hanzhou were cleaning their room next door, and since they hadn’t closed the door, they could clearly hear the old couple’s quarrel drifting through the walls.

No idea what sparked it, but the two elders started arguing again.

Even though they’d closed all the windows before leaving, the room had still gathered dust while they were away.

As Su Yunjing wiped the furniture, he sighed. “Life really goes by fast—a few arguments, and it’s over. Maybe that’s what marriage is like, like my grandparents.”

When Guo Xiuhui said she regretted marrying such a stiff old man, Fu Hanzhou suddenly said, “I would never regret it.”

Su Yunjing blinked. “Never regret what?”

Fu Hanzhou only answered with one word—“A lot”—and said nothing more.

Su Yunjing didn’t quite understand what he meant by “a lot.” The argument next door was getting louder, so he went over to play peacemaker.

If he’d learned one skill in the Wen household, it was conflict mediation.

The winter break passed quickly. The high school division reopened on the eighteenth day of the first month.

Thanks to heavy TV promotion, a lot of new students like Jiang Chuyan transferred in after the break.

No. 2 High had also improved its facilities to better accommodate students with disabilities, making their school life much easier. As a result, several students from nearby counties had applied after seeing the school’s facilities on TV.

Jiang Chuyan’s class received two such transfer students.

They weren’t friends yet, but Jiang Chuyan was thrilled, he talked nonstop all the way home.

Within a month, more transfer students arrived one after another.

Someone joked on the school forum that No. 2 High was turning into a ‘school for the disabled’, saying only ‘abnormal’ people went there.

That post was deleted the same day, and both the original poster and the people who joined in were harshly punished.

The principal even held an all-school assembly, emphasizing anti-bullying and anti-discrimination, encouraging students to help one another.

Fu Hanzhou took the message seriously, he personally embodied No. 2 High’s new ‘mutual assistance’ spirit and organized several gatherings for the new transfer students.

Thanks to his efforts, the newcomers quickly bonded. Even Jiang Chuyan found new friends.

Su Yunjing was impressed. He never thought this little cool cub had become so warm-hearted.

Fu Hanzhou not only contributed money and effort, but even handled the event planning. Each gathering had a fun, creative, and sometimes expensive theme—so much so that other students wanted to join too.

Su Yunjing thought their little group was harmonious enough as it was. Adding more students might cause chaos.

But Fu Hanzhou had his own logic. “They’ll have to face society eventually. You can’t avoid strangers forever.”

Su Yunjing thought about it, convinced by Fu Hanzhou’s logic, nodded in agreement.

As one of the school’s most admired figures—the aloof “flower on the high ridge,” the real rich second generation, the future CEO—Fu Hanzhou’s presence alone was enough to make their club shine.

He even created an application post on the school forum—students who wanted to join had to apply and list their strengths and talents.

Su Yunjing thought he was just casually putting it together, but didn’t expect him to make it so formal.

Fu Hanzhou said, “A lot of people want to join, but we can’t take everyone. We have to screen them.”

“Afraid there’ll be too many to manage?” Su Yunjing asked.

“Mm.”

In truth, he wasn’t worried about management, it was about balance.

The reason people like Jiang Chuyan were discriminated against wasn’t because of their disabilities, but because they were the minority.

In a world full of able-bodied people, the disabled became an anomaly.

But if the majority were disabled, then the able-bodied would be the ones out of place.

If he wanted to change the disadvantaged position of students like Jiang Chuyan, he needed to control the ratio in the group.

If there were ten ‘Jiang Chuyans’ and only one Su Yunjing, then Su Yunjing would be the one trying to fit in.

By raising the bar for entry, Fu Hanzhou understood one simple truth: cheap things are called clearance sales, and expensive ones are called luxury.

Free things only raise doubts about their quality, while expensive items attract avid buyers and are cherished.

He was using his reputation and his money to elevate the worth of a club that had started out as nothing.

The higher the threshold, the more people crave it.

And Fu Hanzhou wasn’t spending all this time just to help Jiang Chuyan make friends or stop bothering Su Yunjing.

Su Yunjing was empathetic, he always looked out for those weaker than himself.

So if he wanted him to stop worrying about Jiang Chuyan, he had to change the boy’s position in school.

Once this club became synonymous with status and prestige, everyone would want in.

Then, when the time came, they’d implement a member voting system—letting students like Jiang Chuyan decide who could join.

When that happened, their status would completely change.

And Su Yunjing’s attention… would return to him.

After finishing his post, Fu Hanzhou leaned on Su Yunjing’s shoulder, greedily absorbing his warmth.

You are mine.