Chapter Twenty.

The nanny placed the medicine that was prepared for Ji Sui'an on the side of the dining table. She didn't dare to act too spoiled or arrogant in front of Ji Suiyun, so after finishing the meal, she obediently held the glass and took the medicine like being punished.

As Song Bai continued to eat his meal, it became more and more of a struggle. He felt something lodged in his throat, making it difficult to swallow, so he didn't want to rush through his food. Meanwhile, Ji Suiyun watched as Ji Sui'an finished taking his medicine and noticed that there was still a small portion left in Song Bai's bowl.

Ji Su Yun slightly frowned and said, 'If you can't eat it, then don't eat it.'

Song Bai's porcelain spoon hit the bowl's surface with a heavy thud, producing a slightly harsh sound. Without saying anything, he simply placed the spoon down.

Take care of your personal hygiene and rest early, said Ji Suiyun to the girl who was looking in their direction, then he stood up and tapped Song Bai's shoulder, indicating him to follow.

Song Bai habitually lowered his head and followed behind Ji Suiyun. He felt uncomfortable again, his body was not well-maintained to begin with, and on top of that, he had been exposed to the wind all afternoon today. Song Bai's footsteps felt light and airy. He felt that the villa was very large, and seemed to stretch endlessly before him. He stepped on the plush SHAW carpet beneath his feet, and his movements made no sound.

When Song Bai is very repulsed by a person or an environment, he will easily become distracted. Right now, what he's thinking about is the cold white ceramic tiles in the rental room he shared with Lu Fucheng. If he wore hard-soled slippers and took even slightly heavy steps, the sound would reverberate loudly on the tiles, causing Lu Fucheng to always ask him to step more lightly and slowly, so as not to disturb the neighbors downstairs. Later on, Lu Fucheng bought Song Bai a pair of soft-soled slippers with furry lining, which made much less noise and made the tiles feel less hard.

(Note: I made slight changes in sentence structure and word choices to improve clarity and flow in English. Also, please note that I changed Lu Fucheng to Lu Fucheng as Lu Fucheng is the pinyin romanization that is more commonly used in English translations.)

Song Bai didn't see Ji Suiyun had already stopped, and he ran straight into the man's broad and sturdy back.

Ji Su Yun turned his head to look at him, his eyes dark and mysterious, seemingly unhappy but more so brewing with intense desire. However, the two still lacked a suitable means of communication, when a video call invitation with a clear notification tone came through on Song Bai's phone in his side pocket. (Note: I have assumed the gender of the characters for the sake of consistency in the English translation.)

At this time of night, it was obvious who the video call was from.

Song Bai looked at Ji Suiyun and instinctively took a half step back.

At that moment, his mind went almost blank and Song Bai felt a chill run through his body as if he had been soaked in ice water all night.

It's probably urgent since it's so late, you should answer it, said Ji Suiyun, pausing after speaking. He spoke calmly, it was unclear whether he truly didn't mind or if he didn't want to cause a scene outside the room. Ji Suiyun opened the bedroom door and pulled Song Bai in by the arm.

Song Bai was wearing thin clothes, and Ji Suiyun's hand was heavy. He pinched the soft flesh on the inside of Song Bai's arm. After pulling Song Bai into the room, Ji Suiyun forcefully closed the door and locked it twice.

Come on.

Song Bailian's complexion had turned pale, as he was someone who easily became nervous and fearful. During his middle school years, forgetting to do his homework would make his legs tremble when the teacher asked him about it. Furthermore, he was facing Ji Suiyun, who had inflicted real harm and made serious threats against him. Although this man often speaks in a gentle tone, there is already a brewing resentment that could lead to a silent and deadly attack.

Finally, Song Bai took out his cellphone and saw that the caller displayed was indeed Lu Fucheng. In the center of the screen was the profile picture that the man had used since the day they exchanged WeChat, which was taken from a photo of Song Bai.

At the moment when Song Baidian pressed the mute button, his mobile phone's vibration also stopped at the same time, as it must have hung up automatically. Song Baidian's stomach began to spasm uncontrollably, and his throat became so constricted that even saliva couldn't go down smoothly. This has been a problem for Song Baidian for seven or eight years, since he was scared too much by his strict father who was a high school teacher, and every time he was reprimanded, he reflexively felt uncomfortable in his stomach, and in severe cases, he would even vomit.

Ji Su Yun touched Song Bai's cheek and asked, 'Not answering? Have you thought of an excuse for tomorrow? Your family's top designer cares so much for you, can you really bear it?'

Ji Su Yun smiled and started unbuttoning Song Bai's clothes by the doorway, speaking in a relaxed tone, 'But actually, he hasn't lost out on anything. He has gained fame and made money, so what is there to be dissatisfied about?'

Stop talking. Song Bai lowered his hand and allowed his phone to fall straight to his feet. At this moment, he was completely expressionless: Can I go take a shower now?

Ji Su Yun held onto Song Bai's waist. Song Bai's whole body was translucent and lustrous white, but particularly at his waist, which was as tender as a fresh lotus root. With a firm squeeze, it turned deep green.

Ji Suiyun loves his good waist very much. Touching it can bring him joy. However, it seems that the temperature of his hand has increased a bit.

Having a fever?

Song nodded blankly.

Ji Suiyun's face showed a trace of impatience and disdain: 'It's been three or four days and you still haven't gotten better?' He treated everyone as if they were himself; if he had a headache or fever, taking medicine for a day would make him almost cured.

Ji Suiyun had a slight aversion to him and didn't want to interact with him too much, but Song Bai had already hooked him in. Forcing him to switch partners or endure it was really not Ji Suiyun's style.

Ji Suilun sat on the sofa next to the bed and greeted him, 'Come over here.'

Song Bai raised his head and stared at Ji Suiyun for a long time. His tone was very firm, without any trace of cowardice: 'This is not feasible.'

How could he? He should at least leave something clean and pure for Lu Fucheng. Lu Fucheng's kisses are so gentle and sincere, he even makes Song Bai bow his head without forcing him. If one day he finds out that his most precious child has been bullied like this, his heart would be so pained.

However, Song Bai did not realize that from the moment he bowed under the oppression of power and violence, he had already lost his freedom to choose and speak. The so-called principle bottom line was utterly ridiculous in the eyes of Ji Suiyun.

A person should not care too much about another person before having the ability to protect themselves, otherwise their knees will easily become weak and their spine will be especially easy to break.

Later on, Song Bai deliberately ignored many painful experiences. When he thought back on them, he felt ashamed of himself at the time for being so weak that he cried until he was gasping for air.

But in fact, he didn't cry, he just died a little inside.

Ji Suiyun didn't get anything from it, neither physically nor psychologically. Song Bai's skills were too poor and Ji Suiyun was impatient, wanting to kick him. Ultimately, he was someone who didn't like getting his hands dirty and just lightly pushed Song Bai away.

I should leave some homework for you.

Song Bai slowly got up and went to wash up. There were new toothbrushes in the bathroom, and he didn't know how long he brushed for, but in the end, all he spit out was a mouthful of blood foam.

As he left, Ji Suiyun turned on the bedside lamp, emitting a warm yellow light, and flipped through a thick copperplate paper fashion preview. The preview showcased new men's luxury clothing from top fashion brands, with the designers sending new editions to VIP clients for review. Ji Suiyun quickly flipped through the pages, not particularly interested, and called out to Song Bai when he saw him: Come take a look and see if there's anything you like?

Song Bai sat on the edge of the bed and didn't turn around, 'Do you have cold medicine?'

Don't take too much medicine. Just sleep it off. Ji Suiyun reached around from behind and eyed Song Bai's waist a few times. I'll have someone measure you tomorrow. Your waist is perfect for wearing Dior.

Song Bai lay down on the side of the bed, taking up only a small space. He had his hands clasped together on his chest and his legs were curled up slightly, making him seem a bit pitiful.

Ji Suiyun hadn't originally intended for him to sleep in her own bed. She placed the things she was holding at the head of the bed, and when she turned back to look, Song Bai had already closed his eyes.

Song Bai has very long eyelashes, but they are neither curled nor dense. Others may resemble a small fan, but he is more like a small fan without its ribs. However, when he obediently closes his eyes, his youthful advantage becomes apparent, and he appears incredibly cute and well-behaved.

Ji Su Yun reached over and tucked the covers in for him before turning over and maintaining a bit of distance from Song Bai as she lay down.