I'm Just Getting Your Luck - Chapter 20

His Body Is Better Than Those Male Models.

 

Not liking others = only liking her.

 

Zhou Chenyi liked to think of himself as a warm-hearted big brother. He had even imagined that Yingyu might confess to him someday—but he hadn’t expected it to be today.

 

No wonder she said today was important.

 

Zhou Chenyi was sure he had to reject her, but now that the moment had come, he didn’t know how to say it.

 

If he said it too directly, Yingyu would be hurt.

 

If he said it too vaguely, Yingyu wouldn’t understand.

 

The sun was slowly setting. He felt guilty eating her food and now thinking of rejecting her. What if she jumped off the mountain in heartbreak?

 

Zhou Chenyi made up his mind. But then he suddenly heard Yingyu say:

 

“I think I once liked someone else.”

 

“WHAT?!”

 

Zhou Chenyi’s voice cracked.

 

“Chaonan-ge was my uncle’s neighbor’s son. He’s four years older than me. Back in elementary school, I was bullied by my classmates. Cheng Lianhua led the class in isolating me—putting stones in my shoes, bugs in my pencil case. One New Year, she even tricked me into going into a storage room, locked the door, and wouldn’t let me out.”

 

Yingyu recounted the memory like it had happened to someone else:
“They lit firecrackers outside that caught the firewood on fire. The flames spread. I was trapped inside, eyes stinging from the smoke. I pounded the door, shouting for help, but no one came.”

 

“And then?”

 

Zhou Chenyi frowned deeply.

 

“I almost got roasted alive. My body was burned in several places. Then Chaonan-ge showed up out of nowhere and kicked down the door to save me.” Yingyu touched her leg. The physical burns were long healed, but the emotional scars remained.

 

“What about that Cheng Lianhua?”

 

“She denied everything. Said I remembered wrong, that I ran in there myself. All the adults believed her. I had no way to prove it.”

 

But Yu Chaonan believed her. He even lied and said he had seen Cheng Lianhua lock her in.

 

That made things worse.

 

His parents turned on Yu Chaonan, demanding why, if he saw her get locked in, he didn’t open the door sooner. Why he only appeared after the fire started—maybe he set it.

 

He had tried to save her, but was framed instead.

 

After that, Chaonan’s dad forbade him from seeing her again, but Chaonan still protected her at school.

 

Saying it out loud made Yingyu feel better.

 

The book had been right: when feeling down, talking to a “little sun” makes you feel better.

 

She told Zhou Chenyi to try it too—but when she looked at him, his eyes were filled with an emotion she couldn’t quite name.

 

Was it worry? Pity? Sympathy? Compassion?

 

Yingyu couldn’t tell.

 

The wind was getting stronger—if they didn’t go down soon, it would be dangerous.

 

They quickly packed up and headed down the mountain.

 

Zhou Chenyi put the generator back in the suitcase. Looking at the oversized “little sun,” he couldn’t help but ask,
“Why did you even bring this thing?”

 

“You’ve been in a bad mood these past two days. The internet said if you talk to a little sun, your mood will improve.” Yingyu, seeing they still had time, lifted it in front of him.
“If you have anything to say, just say it. I won’t eavesdrop.”

 

Exercise was the best way to relieve stress.

 

Zhou Chenyi didn’t really want to talk. He took the “little sun” from her and stuffed it into the suitcase.
“You’ve got me now. If you ever run into that Cheng Lianhua again, tell me.”

 

“?”

 

“She deserves a lesson.”

 

They probably wouldn’t meet again.

 

Yingyu replied softly and reached for the suitcase.
“Let me carry it. You said you couldn’t lift it.”

 

“I carried it up; I can carry it down.” Zhou Chenyi was strangely stubborn.

 

But halfway down, he was gasping for air.

 

This won’t do—he’s going to die.

 

“I’ll help you.”

 

“No need.”

 

“Stop being stubborn.” Yingyu yanked the suitcase from his hands.

 

This time, Zhou Chenyi didn’t resist.

 

After a few steps, Yingyu looked back.

 

“Yingyu—”

 

Zhou Chenyi looked a little off.

 

“Hmm?”

 

“I… I think I dislocated my shoulder.”

 

“!”

 

—

 

No matter the time of day, the hospital was always crowded.

 

After examining him, the doctor quickly diagnosed: not just a shoulder dislocation, but a dislocated elbow joint, with radial bone damage. He needed to wear a cast for three weeks.

 

Zhou Chenyi called his driver to pick him up.

 

While they were waiting, Jiang Jiuji came to visit. Upon seeing Zhou Chenyi with his arm in a cast, he looked disappointed:
“So you’re not dead. And I even brought eye drops in case.”

 

Zhou Chenyi was speechless:
“You’re still alive—why would I be dead?”

 

“Are you sure you’re okay? Does it still hurt? What if there’s internal damage? Shouldn’t you be on more meds? This bandage looks loose—I’ll tell the doctor to wrap it tighter. Can you even walk? I can carry you home. I’m strong; it’s no problem.” Yingyu hovered around Zhou Chanyi, clearly worried, wanting to help but afraid to touch the cast. She checked from every angle and asked endless questions.

 

Jiang Jiuji leaned against the door, laughing so hard he couldn’t help himself. He earned a glare from Zhou Chenyi.

 

“Of course it hurts! But carrying him would press on the injury. You should carry him in your arms instead.”

 

Yingyu was currently in her “blindly trust doctors” phase. She nodded seriously:
“Anything else we should be careful about?”

 

“Make sure he takes his meds on time. If not, the inflammation will spread, and in a few days he’ll be dead. Such a pity to die young. You need to keep an eye on him.”

 

“Zhou Chenyi will die?” Yingyu froze.

 

Her tears threatened to fall again.

 

They were already covered in dirt from the hike. Her face was smudged with dust, and now, with tears, she looked like a tragic clown.

 

“What is wrong with you? Don’t scare her!” Zhou Chenyi stood up and kicked Jiang Jiuji. He handed tissues to Yingyu and awkwardly patted her on the shoulder.
“You believe him? I’ve told you—he never says anything true.”

 

“Just a joke. Sorry, Miss Yingyu.” Jiang Jiuji hadn’t expected her to take it so seriously.

 

Once Zhou Chenyi had calmed her down, they made some small talk. Then Jiang suddenly asked:
“Hey, doesn’t your sister Long Qiuqiu use WeChat?”

 

“?”

 

“I messaged her and never got a reply.”

 

She felt guilty.

 

Yingyu scrambled for an excuse:
“Maybe she didn’t see it.”

 

“What, her phone isn’t 5G?” Jiang was skeptical. Just then, Yingyu’s phone lit up on the table.

 

Long Qiuqiu’s profile picture showed up—she’d sent a message asking how the hike went.

 

“She… she…”

 

Yingyu didn’t know how to explain, but Zhou Chenyi figured it out:
“She’s got 5G. She just doesn’t want to talk to you.”

 

Jiang didn’t push. Instead, he casually asked:
“Those sashimi you brought last time were delicious. Grape really liked them. If you find anything else good, bring some for her too. I’ll send you the money.”

 

“No need. I really like Grape.”

 

Yingyu brushed it off, but it reminded her—she recently found a handmade pizza place that was really good. She figured Long Qiuqiu would love it too. She planned to bring some over when she had time.

 

The driver arrived, and as Zhou Chenyi was getting in, Jiang Jiuji called out:
“He reeks of sweat. Don’t forget to give him a bath when you get home.”

 

Zhou Chenyi slammed the door shut.

 

And then winced in pain.

 

—

 

“You’re really coming in with me?”

 

Zhou Chenyi stood at his door. He’d already asked this five times.

 

Yingyu nodded seriously:
“Sister Ping took Zhou Fan to reunite with your brother-in-law and won’t be back for a while. The cook has gone home. There’s no one else in your house. Your assistant has a ten-year class reunion, and Dr. Jiang is on shift…” After listing everything, she concluded,
“You really don’t have any friends.”

 

“But—”

 

“The doctor said the cast can’t get wet. Your right hand can’t move. Your left arm can’t lift. You can’t bathe by yourself.” Yingyu leaned in and sniffed.
“You already stink. Tomorrow you’ll turn into sour cabbage.”

 

“But—”

 

Yingyu lost patience:
“I’m not even worried—what are you scared of? Open the door.”

 

Zhou Chenyi clutched his shirt:
“Of course I’m scared. You’ve been fantasizing about me for ages. What if you take advantage of me when I’m weak? How will I fight back?”

 

“Me? Take advantage of you? I’m so righteous—even if you begged me to touch you, I wouldn’t!”

 

“You better not.”
My body’s way better than those male models.

 

Zhou Chenyi opened the door. Yingyu followed him inside.

 

His villa was completely different from her apartment—high ceilings, ornate chandeliers, brightly lit.

 

But when Zhou Chenyi actually started taking off his clothes, Yingyu realized… maybe he had a point.

 

His body really was incredible. His skin glowed white under the light. His muscles were defined but not grotesque. His abs were like neatly tilled farmland—better than any model.

 

He leaned against the marble counter, did a bit of cleaning on his own, then let Yingyu help.

 

“Don’t grope me while you’re at it.”

 

Zhou Chenyi looked at her in the mirror as she gently wiped his back with a towel. The tips of his ears were red.

 

Her fingers lightly brushed against his skin, and the combination of her breath and the cool air made him grip the counter instinctively.

 

“What are you muttering?”

 

Zhou Chenyi heard her whispering behind him.

 

The smooth line of his waist disappeared into his pants. Yingyu, expressionless, tugged at the waistband and muttered:
“This is no different from pork. This is no different from pork.”

 

Zhou Chenyi: “…”

 

They debated how to wash his hair and finally settled on him lying on the couch with a basin of water on a chair.

 

To break the increasingly suggestive atmosphere, Zhou Chenyi wouldn’t stop talking:

 

“Be gentle. This is a human head, not pig brain.”

 

“Wash thoroughly. There’s sand on my forehead—right here!”

 

“Too hot!”

 

“Your hair’s tickling my face—ugh.”

 

“Use your fingertips to massage. Yes, like that. No nails! My hair’s fragile!”

 

“You—”

 

“Zhou Chenyi!” Yingyu finally snapped. She pushed his head down and glared,
“Shut up. Got it? Say one more word and I’m leaving you here for good!”

 

He got scolded again.

 

Zhou Chenyi obediently shut up.