Can I still be saved? [Transmigration] - Chapter 49.2

So like Wen Yanlai, Jiang Chuyan had seen through Fu Hanzhou’s nature at a single glance.

He didn’t know what kind of feelings Fu Hanzhou had for Su Yunjing, but whatever they were, they definitely weren’t normal. That was why he wanted to talk to Su Yunjing, to give him a quiet warning.

He kept putting it off until Thursday. That day after school, when Su Yunjing came by as usual to ask who would take him home, he finally mustered his courage to refuse the others and asked Su Yunjing to escort him himself.

Fu Hanzhou cast Jiang Chuyan a faint glance.

Sensing Fu’s subtle displeasure, his heart tightened. He quickly looked away, fingers curling nervously around the armrest of his wheelchair.

“Sure,” Su Yunjing said, walking into the classroom to push Jiang Chuyan out.

All the way home, Jiang Chuyan kept thinking about how to tell him, how to talk to Su Yunjing alone about Fu Hanzhou. But Fu Hanzhou and Su Yunjing were practically inseparable; he couldn’t find an opening.

When they reached the downstairs of the building, he wanted to ask Su Yunjing to carry him upstairs but Fu Hanzhou got there first.

Heart pounding, he was carried up three flights of stairs by Fu Hanzhou. After setting him down gently on the living room sofa, Fu Hanzhou stepped aside.

A moment later, Su Yunjing came up too, carrying the folded wheelchair.

Afraid something might happen if Jiang Chuyan stayed home alone, both of them decided to keep him company for a while.

The whole time, Jiang Chuyan was looking for a chance to speak. He’d never done anything like this before, his nerves were frayed and his heartbeat was out of control. Every time he dared to glance at Fu Hanzhou, his hand trembled where it held his pen.

When he stole another look, Fu Hanzhou caught him in the act. Those dark eyes locked onto him, steady and unblinking. Jiang panicked and turned his gaze away.

Fu Hanzhou’s voice was calm, almost cold: “You keep looking at me. Do you have something to say? Or something you can’t say in front of me?”

Hearing that, Su Yunjing looked up, gaze moving between the two, from the cool, aloof Fu Hanzhou to the clearly frightened Jiang Chuyan.

Sensing the tension, Su Yunjing tried to lighten the mood with a half-joking, half-serious tone: “Hanzhou’s good-looking, sure, but that doesn’t mean you can keep staring at him.”

Jiang Chuyan’s heart was thudding so hard it hurt that it nearly overwhelmed him and his voice tightened. “I… just didn’t know how to do this math problem.”

Su Yunjing leaned over to check his exercise book. “Which one?”

Jiang Chuyan pointed to a problem he’d been pretending to work on for ages, and Su explained it to him patiently.

After being exposed like that, he didn’t dare look around anymore. Until his parents came home, he kept his head down and worked through problems in silence.

To Su Yunjing, Fu’s behavior was just a display of possessiveness— a “little cool tsundere” being jealous again. But Jiang could faintly sense the hostility underneath, which was why Fu’s attitude had felt so strange tonight.

Su Yunjing didn’t think too much of it. After they got home, they had dinner together, and as usual, he helped Fu Hanzhou review his coursework.

…..

Now that the weather had turned warm, he insisted that Fu Hanzhou go back to sleeping on the top bunk, while he kept the lower bed to himself.

He had barely lain down when a text alert chimed from the desk.

Fu Hanzhou came out of the bathroom, towel in hand, drying his hair.

“Who’s that texting you?” he asked him.

Fu Hanzhou picked up the phone, his brows tightening slightly before he opened it. “It’s from Jiang Chuyan.”

Su Yunjing looked surprised. “What did he say?”

The message read: You should really watch this movie, it’s called Brokeback Mountain¹.

Fu Hanzhou had never seen it, but the title alone told him enough.

Jiang Chuyan had been researching homosexuality online for days. This was the most tactful way he could think of to warn Su Yunjing, without saying anything directly.

When Fu Hanzhou didn’t reply right away, Su Yunjing got curious. “What’s he talking about?”

Fu Hanzhou exited the message, deleted it, and quietly searched Brokeback Mountain on his phone’s 3G network. Scanning the synopsis, he answered flatly, without looking up: “He just recommended a movie.”

Why did he think of recommending a movie to him at this hour? Su Yunjing asked curiously, “What movie?”

Fu Hanzhou said, “I deleted the message.”

Su Yunjing: “…”

Is he seriously eating vinegar ² over this? Could this little tsundere really be the reincarnation of a vinegar?

Once Fu Hanzhou confirmed his suspicion, he cleared the browser history before typing a reply to Jiang Chuyan.

Seeing Fu Hanzhou typing on his phone, Su Yunjing got out of bed, worried that this vinegar jar might send Jiang Chunian some unpleasant message.

Fu Hanzhou dodged him, hit send, deleted the message, and only then handed the phone over.

Su Yunjing checked the inbox, finding them empty. He poked Fu’s back suspiciously. “What did you send him?”

Fu Hanzhou didn’t turn around. His eyes were dark and sharp, filled with suppressed rage.

He hated busybodies like Jiang Chuyan, people who tried to interfere, to wedge themselves between him and Su Yunjing.

He wasn’t afraid of anyone finding out his feelings for Su Yunjing, nor did he care about disapproval. The only thing that mattered was whether Su Yunjing felt the same.

Sensing the tension, Su Yunjing softened his voice. “What’s wrong? Are you in a bad mood again?”

Fu Hanzhou quickly forced his expression to be calm. He brushed his damp hair back and shook his head. “I’m fine.”

But Su Yunjing could tell he wasn’t fine. The air around him was heavy with restrained emotion.

“Don’t dwell on whatever’s bothering you,” Su Yunjing said gently. “How about… I’ll buy you another bear tomorrow?”

Whenever Fu Hanzhou was upset, he would give him a plush bear to cheer him up.

By now, the cool tsundere had a whole bear family: Papa Bear, Mama Bear, two baby bears, and even a tiny keychain bear.

He slept buried in that pile of plush every night. In the morning, he had to dig through the bears to find his face.

“The bed’s already full,” Fu Hanzhou muttered. “If you get me another one, there won’t be any space left for me.”

Su Yunjing raised a brow, catching the hint. “Chuan chuan, are you implying something?”

Fu Hanzhou leaned in, resting his head lightly against Su Yunjing’s shoulder, smiled and said. “I’m implying you share half the bed with me.”

Su Yunjing felt he was getting the worse end of the deal, spending money on the bears and losing half his bed too.

So he cleverly said, “I heard they sell fluffy slippers now. How about I get you a pair of those instead?”

Fu Hanzhou didn’t answer, just stayed leaning against him, mood sinking again.

Noticing it, Su Yunjing reached out and ruffled his hair. “Alright then,” he sighed. “I’ll get you another bear.”

Only then did Fu Hanzhou smile again.

Meanwhile, Jiang Chuyan lay in bed, anxiously waiting for a reply. Each minute dragged endlessly.

When his phone finally buzzed, he hurried to open it.

[I’m Fu Hanzhou. Mind your own business!]

The overwhelming hostility of the words made Jiang’s face lose all colour.

Although Fu Hanzhou hated Jiang Chunian to the extreme, he would not isolate him and let Su Yunjing find out.

He would never do anything reckless that could anger Su or drive a wedge between them.

So Su Yunjing did not find anything unusual, and after being warned by Fu Hanzhou, Jiang Chunian did not dare to act rashly again.

…..

Before the May Day³ holiday, Tang Wei called to invite Su Yunjing and Fu Hanzhou out to have fun, but Su Yunjing turned him down.

Because on May 1st, he had to return to his hometown with the Wen family, it was the death anniversary of Guo Xiuhui’s eldest son and daughter-in-law.

Every year, that day plunged Guo Xiuhui into grief. Even after all this time, she still couldn’t let go.

It made Su Yunjing think of Song Wenqian and her husband. He wondered how they were doing after he’d left.

He had once wanted to contact them. They had treated him well, but he was afraid to disturb their lives.

After all, he was no longer Lu Jiaming and could never be again. The secret of him transmigrating through a book could never be told.

He had hoped that the unborn child Song Wenqian carried might ease their sorrow, help them heal.

But seeing Guo Xiuhui’s pain made him realize, some things simply can’t be replaced. Lu Jiaming would always be Lu Jiaming. No one, not even a baby, could take that place.

Though Su Yunjing wasn’t truly Wen Ci, he could fully understand Guo Xiuhui’s grief, and could feel it in her stead.

A few days later, Guo Xiuhui fainted in the kitchen while cooking and was rushed to the hospital by Wen Huaishan.

She’d been sleeping poorly, feeling dizzy and palpitating. Her bl00d pressure spiked above 180, so Wen Huaishan immediately arranged for her to be admitted.

When Su Yunjing and Fu Hanzhou arrived after school, Guo Xiuhui lay pale and weak in the hospital bed.

“Grandma, are you okay?” Su Yunjing asked softly, heart tightening at how fragile she looked.

“I’m fine,” she said faintly. “Just need one more day of IV drips and I can be discharged.”

But Wen Huaishan frowned. “The doctor didn’t say that. You’ll need at least a week of rest before you go anywhere.”

“It’s not that serious,” she insisted. “If I feel fine tomorrow, help me with the discharge papers.”

Knowing she wasn’t feeling well, Wen Huaishan didn’t want to argue.

Su Yunjing, understanding why she was so eager to leave— she wanted to go home for the tomb-sweeping— gently persuaded her, “Your health comes first. We can visit anytime once you’re better.”

Wen Huaishan chimed in quickly, “If you won’t listen to me or the doctor, at least listen to the child.”

Guo Xiuhui’s eyes filled with tears. Her throat tightened.

She didn’t know why, but lately her heart had been restless, her eyelids twitching— the same way they had before tragedy struck years ago.

The more anxious she felt, the more she longed to go home to see her son and daughter-in-law. She couldn’t sleep at night but hid it from Wen Huaishan so he wouldn’t blame himself.

Under the joint persuasion of both men, she finally gave up the idea of leaving.

Wen Yanlai would be back from the capital the next day, so Wen Huaishan planned to let her stay at the hospital to look after Guo Xiuhui. On May 1st, he and Su Yunjing would go back home to tend to the graves.

And of course, where Su Yunjing went, Fu Hanzhou would naturally follow him.