Can I still be saved? [Transmigration] - Chapter 9
Fu Hanzhou’s cold indifference made the chubby boy even more convinced he was like a robot, completely emotionless.
Unable to get the answers he wanted from Fu Hanzhou, the chubby boy stomped and left in frustration.
He swore to himself that once the boss came back, he’d tell Fu Hanzhou and expose the true face of that cold-blooded vampire.
Without Fu Hanzhou around, he would become the boss’s number one little brother.
Just thinking about that beautiful future made the chubby boy drool with emotion.
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Because of his illness, Su Yunjing even missed the final exams.
He was hospitalized for a few days, and when he got home, Song Wenqian strictly ordered him to rest in bed for another two full days.
Su Yunjing was getting anxious. Just when things between him and Fu Hanzhou were finally making a little progress, he’d lost a whole week to a fever, and now the progress was gone.
But he didn’t dare go against Song Wenqian either.
This body’s constitution was really poor. Even a regular fever could land him in the hospital. Not only did he suffer, but it cost the original host’s parents a lot of money too.
Because of the original host’s condition, the couple had already spent more than hundred thousand yuan on hospital bills.
And in this era, that wasn’t a small sum.
Thankfully, the original host’s family was doing alright financially. They ran a hardware store at the building materials market.
Su Yunjing obediently stayed home for two more days. Only then did Song Wenqian finally let him out to get some fresh air.
It was the peak of July, and even by evening, there was no sign of a breeze. The muggy heat had driven most people off the streets.
Sweat dampened the fine hair at Su Yunjing’s forehead, making it glisten. His fair cheeks were flushed red from the heat.
He stopped by a convenience store and bought ten bags of Bao Bing1—two mao per bag. The shopkeeper, seeing he bought so many, even tossed in an extra one for free.
Carrying the icy treats, Su Yunjing wiped his sweat and headed for the orphanage.
The moment he appeared, the chubby boy sprinted over to him.
“Give these to everyone to share,” Su Yunjing said. “I couldn’t afford that many, so two people have one bag. And don’t forget to wash your hands before eating.”
He handed the food bag to the chubby boy.
“Boss, I have something important to tell you!” The chubby boy immediately tried to tattle on Fu Hanzhou.
Honestly?
Hearing that Fu Hanzhou hadn’t reacted at all while he was gone, Su Yunjing couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.
He thought they’d made some progress, that maybe he and the little cool cub had built some kind of bond. But it seemed that it had all been in his head.
“I got it. Go hand out the Bao Bing before it melts,” Su Yunjing reminded him.
Right now, Bao Bing was the hottest summer snack at school gates.
Back in the day, kids used to eat one-mao ice pops. If you had money, you’d get a Little Snowman bar.
But ever since Bao Bing came out, it had swept across elementary and middle schools like wildfire.
Su Yunjing still remembered how the kids lined up in droves to buy it when he was in school.
Finally lured away by the food, the chubby boy happily went to pass out the Bao Bing.
The moment he was out of sight, Su Yunjing grinned and pulled a Little Snowman bar out of his pocket.
Even through a thin layer of fabric, the cold from the ice had made goosebumps rise on the outside of his thigh.
Su ‘Totally Biased’ Yunjing planning to sneakily give the Little Snowman to Fu Hanzhou when no one was looking.
Fu Hanzhou was sitting under the locust tree, wearing a washed-out, oversized T-shirt.
His pale, porcelain skin was like creamy white jade, smooth and cool. Even in this oppressive heat, he looked clean and fresh.
Maybe it was just in his head, but seeing that cold and clear aura of Fu Hanzhou’s made Su Yunjing feel a little cooler too.
He slowed his steps and quietly approached from behind.
Fu Hanzhou, who was drawing with his head down, suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.
Something icy had touched him, and the cold seemed to seep all the way into his bones.
He didn’t even need to look, he knew it was Su Yunjing.
He’d already heard him talking to the little fatty earlier.
Without turning around, Fu Hanzhou brushed the cold thing away.
Su Yunjing, a 23-year-old soul playing tricks, completely ignored by a 7-year-old. He didn’t know whether to feel embarrassed by his own immaturity or marvel at how mature this kid was.
He walked around and sat beside Fu Hanzhou.
“Here, ice cream for you.” Su Yunjing shoved the Little Snowman into his hand.
Fu Hanzhou didn’t say a word; he simply tossed it back at him and kept drawing.
The movement was smooth and cold, not even bothering to lift his head.
Seeing how frosty he was, Su Yunjing quickly apologized.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to break my promise. That day after I got home, I came down with a fever and ended up in the hospital.”
“I was there for several days and even messed up my dad’s birthday.”
Fu Hanzhou said nothing and didn’t acknowledge him.
Su Yunjing held out his hand. “Look, this is from the IVs at the hospital.”
The back of his pale hand had a deep blue bruise mark left by the IVs.
This small town didn’t use retention needles yet, and with his thin child-sized veins, Su Yunjing had to get two IV drips a day. His hand was black-and-blue from it.
It looked nasty.
Fu Hanzhou glanced at it. His pale lips pressed together slightly.
“I was on IVs drip in the hospital for four days. After I got home, my mom made me rest for two more, just in case. Only today she agreed to let me go out.”
“So don’t be mad anymore, okay? I really didn’t mean to lie to you. Just eat the ice cream; it’s the creamy kind and melts fast.”
Su Yunjing coaxed him patiently.
Even though he’d felt a little disappointed earlier, seeing this beautiful, neat little boy in front of him melted it all away.
He unwrapped the ice cream and placed the ugly, dark brown Little Snowman into Fu Hanzhou’s hand.
The cold mist from the ice cream drifted around Fu Hanzhou’s eyes and brows. His pitch-black eyes looked clouded and unreadable.
He lowered his lashes.
His hair hadn’t been cut in a long time. The soft strands covered his delicate brows, and a few long ones hung over his curled eyelashes.
Su Yunjing glanced around sneakily, folded the wrapper neatly, and stuffed it into his pocket.
He said to Fu Hanzhou, “Eat up. You’re the only one who got a Little Snowman.”
If the chubby kid saw this, he’d probably cry his eyes out and wail on the spot.
Fu Hanzhou’s crow-feather lashes trembled. He lowered his head and bit off the snowman’s chocolate-colored hat.
A faint chocolate flavor melted on the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed.
While Fu Hanzhou ate the ice cream, Su Yunjing peeked at his drawing.
Fu Hanzhou was definitely into abstract stuff; whatever he drew, no one could understand.
There was a black mass that could’ve been a mountain or the sky. In the middle stood a long, twisted human figure.
The person wore a red dress, with messy long hair and heavy shackles around their ankles.
Su Yunjing could pretty much guess, it was probably his mother.
From how the author had described Fu Hanzhou, Su Yunjing sensed that he had a very complicated relationship with her.
Thinking of his past, Su Yunjing couldn’t help but gently pat his head.
This time, Fu Hanzhou didn’t smack his hand away.
He seemed to understand what Su Yunjing was thinking and said calmly, “She’s already dead. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
What happened before he came to the orphanage had already spread around, so he wasn’t surprised Su Yunjing knew.
Looking down at his drawing, Fu Hanzhou’s eyes grew darker, something turbulent swirling deep inside.
It looked like it was about to rip through the surface, wild and unstoppable.
“What’s really scary… is something else,” Fu Hanzhou said softly.
Su Yunjing’s heart jumped when he heard it.
He looked at Fu Hanzhou in shock, but the boy had already hidden all emotion again, looking just like any other kid, maybe just a little more mature.
Crap. Please don’t turn evil, kid!
Su Yunjing really preferred him as a little cool cub over a full-blown yandere.
He figured he’d better hurry up and warm that cold little heart, better to kill the yandere in the bud than wait until it blossoms.