What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 52

Chapter 52: Hubby…

Qi Yan was afraid of disturbing the young man lying in the hospital bed, so he didn’t knock on the door.

He walked in softly, intending to place the photo from his pocket on the bedside cabinet.

As he got closer, he saw half of the young man’s face buried in the blanket. His eyes were closed, and his long, sparse eyelashes cast a small shadow.

Although only half of his face was visible, it was still clear that he was very handsome and had delicate features.

In particular, the subtle mole under his right eyelid made Qi Yan’s gaze linger for a few extra moments.

The young man seemed to have a high fever. An IV drip was attached to the back of the hand that was outside the blanket, while the other hand was wrapped inside.

His fair face was a little flushed, either because the fever hadn’t subsided or because he was covered by the blanket.

Afraid he would get too stuffy, Qi Yan reached out and pulled the blanket covering his cheek down, tucking it under his chin to reveal the young man’s face.

His lips were perfectly shaped, and the slightly pursed line of his mouth gave him a faintly cold look, but Qi Yan thought he looked very well-behaved.

His long hand stayed on the blanket for a while. Just as he was about to pull it back, the young man’s hand with the IV drip suddenly grabbed Qi Yan’s finger.

Qi Yan froze, thinking the young man was about to wake up. His usually calm and composed heart suddenly began to race.

The young man frowned and his lips moved, but he still didn’t open his eyes.

Qi Yan kept his hand in its position, afraid of waking the young man.

They stayed that way for a long time.

The young man’s tight frown relaxed a little, but he gripped Qi Yan’s finger even tighter. Finally, a sound came from his mouth.

Qi Yan leaned closer, hearing the young man murmur softly, “Mom… Mom, don’t leave…”

Qi Yan smiled silently. It turned out the young man had mistaken him for his mother.

He thought the young man’s mother must have temporarily left the ward, so he went along with the mistake and gently coaxed him:

“She didn’t leave. Go to sleep.”

He used his other hand to lightly pat the young man’s back.

The young man, feeling soothed, his brows relaxing, seemed to fall into a deeper sleep.

Qi Yan felt he should probably head back to his brother’s ward soon and carefully tried to pull his hand away.

But the young man seemed to sense it and gripped Qi Yan’s hand even tighter.

The young man had an IV drip on the back of his hand, and Qi Yan was afraid his effort would tear the needle site. He gave up on trying to pull his finger back and let his hand move with the young man’s force toward his embrace.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, a burning sensation came from his fingertip.

The young man had pressed his finger to his lips and was even starting to put it into his mouth.

Just as Qi Yan didn’t know how to react, there was the sound of wheels rolling at the door.

A nurse pushed a treatment cart inside. “The patient’s IV needs to be changed.”

Hearing the noise, the young man’s movements paused. His eyelashes fluttered, a sign he might be waking up, and he loosened his grip.

Qi Yan took the opportunity to pull his finger back, stood up, and made room for the nurse to change the IV bag.

The nurse looked at Qi Yan curiously. “Hey, handsome, are you his family?”

Just as Qi Yan was about to say no, the nurse bent down to change the IV, muttering in a complaining tone:

“How come you’ve only just arrived after two days? The patient has such a severe fever, and there’s no one from his family here to look after him?”

At this moment, a middle-aged woman rushed in through the door. She was Song Cun’s family’s housekeeper, who had just finished her tasks at the Song family home and hurried over.

Perhaps she had heard the nurse’s questions at the door. The housekeeper, thinking about Song Cun’s condition, went straight to talk to the nurse and didn’t notice Qi Yan standing on the side.

“Miss Nurse, I’m his family’s housekeeper. His parents had something to do and couldn’t come to the hospital…”

The housekeeper and nurse talked for a few moments. By the time they remembered there was another person in the ward, he was long gone.

Qi Yan took the elevator upstairs, his fingertips feeling as if they were still burning.

He entered the ward, where Qi Ning was eating strawberry cake. Seeing Qi Yan return, he immediately put down his spoon and showed a clear smile:

“Brother, did you deliver the photo for me?”

Qi Yan’s burning fingertip was in his pocket, where he felt the photo. He had completely forgotten to deliver the photo.

Seeing his brother’s expectant eyes, Qi Yan didn’t want to disappoint him, so he smiled and nodded.

He thought to himself that he would go down again tomorrow.

…

“Mom…”

The 13-year-old Song Cun and the 22-year-old Song Cun overlapped in Qi Yan’s eyes.

Qi Yan’s thoughts were brought back by Song Cun’s murmuring.

He gently patted Song Cun’s back with one hand and took Song Cun’s hand that was outside the blanket with the other, just like he had years ago.

The difference was that this time, he was the one who took Song Cun’s hand first.

Although Song Cun had taken fever medicine, it hadn’t taken effect yet.

Song Cun was still in a daze, clutching Qi Yan’s hand and repeatedly calling, “Mom…”

He hadn’t gone to the company for an important meeting today, but rather to listen to his assistant report on some things he had found out over the past two days.

Qi Yan had needed a long time in his office to calm himself down before returning to the villa.

The assistant was still conducting a deeper investigation into Song Cun’s experiences with the Song family.

Hearing Song Cun, in his feverish state, still calling for the “mother” who had always been so cold to him, left Qi Yan feeling a mix of emotions.

Qi Yan comforted Song Cun, but this time, he didn’t want to go along with the mistake.

He lowered his head and kissed the corner of Song Cun’s lips, correcting him gently, “It’s Qi Yan.”

Song Cun suddenly stopped calling out. He frowned, as if thinking about something.

There was a silence of nearly a minute.

Qi Yan thought the medicine had taken effect and Song Cun had fallen into a deep sleep.

He got up, intending to change his pajamas, which had gotten a bit wet when he was giving Song Cun water.

Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly heard a low voice from behind him, “Qi Yan… It’s Qi Yan…”

A tremor went through Qi Yan’s heart.

He turned his head, and Song Cun was quiet again.

So he leaned down, touched Song Cun’s thin eyelids, and said softly,

“Yes, it’s Qi Yan.”

“Qi Yan is here.”

Song Cun took a deep breath, letting out a long sigh. The corners of his lips curved slightly. “Qi Yan is here…”

He looked very well-behaved, just like how Qi Yan had first seen him years ago when he had pulled the blanket off his face.

Qi Yan remembered the nurse’s question from back then, “Are you his family?”

He wasn’t family at that time.

But now, he was.

“Cun-cun,” Qi Yan whispered to the person in his arms, asking softly, “Who is Qi Yan?”

“Who is Qi Yan…” Song Cun repeated, but his mind seemed unable to process it.

“Qi Yan is Cun-cun’s family,” Qi Yan gave him the answer.

Song Cun mumbled along with him, “Qi Yan… is family…”

“Mm-hmm.”

Qi Yan’s thumb gently rubbed the corner of Song Cun’s lips, and then he gave Song Cun another puzzle, “And what else?”

“And…” Song Cun frowned again.

Qi Yan never made things difficult for Song Cun.

“And—”

“Qi Yan is Cun-cun’s husband.”

This time, Song Cun didn’t immediately repeat Qi Yan’s words, and it seemed as if he had fallen asleep again.

But this time, Qi Yan didn’t have to wait a minute.

A few seconds later, he heard Song Cun’s voice.

“Hubby…”