TYMRHBDES Chapter 32

The bony palm was broad, thick, and noble, even the blue veins on the back of the hand were particularly beautiful, and the fingertips were watery, with tears that had been wiped away for himself.

Jiang Luoluo pursed his lips, scooping up that hand with care.

Jiang Luoluo’s body shook with sobs as he looked at his scraped hand. The road surface had been dirty, with bits of stone and glass getting into the wounds. It had taken the doctor a long time to clean it up, with the blood soaking through seven or eight cotton balls.

He carefully held Fu Tingchuan’s hand, pursed his lips, and blew on it. His teary eyelashes stuck together, making him look extra pitiful when he looked up.

Seeing this made Fu Tingchuan feel worse than if he had been the one injured.

Fu Tingchuan pressed his large hand against the back of Jiang Luoluo’s head, leaned down, and kissed his forehead. “It’s good you weren’t hurt.”

He lowered his head and kissed Jiang Luoluo’s eyes, then moved down to his nose and finally touched his soft lips.

“Don’t be afraid. Your husband is fine.”

After comforting Jiang Luoluo, he suggested that the tear-stained person go wash their face in the bathroom.

Fu Tingchuan’s expression instantly darkened. Dangerous emotions built up in his deep-black eyes as he made a call and told those outside to come in.

“Go investigate!”

His face full of coldness, Fu Tingchuan’s voice squeezed out like an icy blade from his throat: “I want to see just which suicidal idiot it is who’s trying to stab me in the back!”

“I swear I’ll fucking kill him!”

In the bathroom, Jiang Luoluo splashed some water on his face.

Crystal-clear droplets slid down his cheeks. His red-rimmed eyes opened in the mirror, looking especially helpless.

He grabbed a tissue to wipe his hands. In his mind, images of Fu Tingchuan, the powerful businessman, flashed before him—images of how Fu had wrapped his arms around Jiang, protected his head, and gently tended to his wounds.

Jiang Luoluo touched his chest, feeling the complex emotions swirling inside.

When he first entered this system, he had a worse impression of Boss Fu Tingchuan.

After all, he was still a virgin who hadn’t even been in a romantic relationship. Yet from the start, he found himself forcefully restrained by another man, being subjected to such actions.

Even in their daily interactions later, he remained distant and insincere toward Fu Tingchuan, unwilling to wholeheartedly play the role of his little canary.

He always thought Fu Tingchuan was merely infatuated with his body, using all sorts of methods to exhaust him physically. But just then…

In that moment of extreme danger, Fu Tingchuan could have easily avoided the incident himself.

It was a matter of life and death.

In that critical moment, he had chosen to save and protect me first. I didn’t sustain a single scratch.

Jiang Luoluo blinked, examined his red-rimmed eyes in the mirror, and felt an unusual sting in his heart. He couldn’t help but tears well up once again.

The System’s voice echoed in his mind:

:::system
**Fu Tingchuan’s Primary Personality**

The target’s fondness for you has reached an astonishing 80 points. Only 20 more to go until this progress milestone is considered fully achieved.
:::

Jiang Luoluo wiped at his eyes. “When did you get back?”

:::system
Just now, I was worried about you, so I reported it to the higher-ups and came over to check on you.

Luo Luo, do you know what this hospital is famous for treating?
:::

Jiang Luoluo nodded. “I know.”

:::system
Fu Tingchuan must already know that another personality has split off inside him. He’s sure to ask you about it, so think carefully about how you’ll answer.
:::

Jiang Luoluo nodded again. “Got it.”

:::system
But there’s one thing you need to be careful about: you must not let Fu Tingchuan’s main personality eliminate the second one. In this world, your quest is to win over both personalities. If you wipe out one before you’ve completed your progress with them, you’ll definitely fail the mission.

That means you have to maintain favor with both personalities while preventing them from killing each other.
:::

:::system
Well, I have to go again. Luo Luo, my love, you’ve got to keep up the good work!
:::

As the electronic voice faded from his mind, Jiang Luoluo stepped out of the bathroom.

Inside the room, Fu Tingchuan was getting dressed. His pants and shirt jacket were either torn or stained with blood. Now, his bodyguard had brought fresh clothes and was clumsily helping Fu Tingchuan put them on.

The bodyguard was a big, strong man. With his boss hurt, he became extra careful. This 185-cm tall, bearded giant even held his hands delicately, like it was some strange version of Zhang Fei [footnote] Zhang Fei (张飞) was a famous general of the Three Kingdoms period, known for his fierce bravery, loyalty, and hot temper. Despite his rough exterior, he was also a skilled strategist and deeply devoted to his sworn brothers, Liu Bei and Guan Yu. [/footnote] trying to pick up an embroidery needle.

Jiang Luoluo walked over. “I’ll do it.”

The bodyguard felt as if he had been pardoned from prison, as if he’d found a savior. He nodded gratefully to Jiang Luoluo and dashed out to guard the door.

Jiang Luoluo pushed up the shirt sleeves and gently straightened them around Fu Tingchuan’s arms. Then he started buttoning the shirt.

His slim fingers pressed against Fu Tingchuan’s chest, while his big, watery eyes fixed intently on the buttons. Every move was full of tenderness.

Fu Tingchuan looked down at him.

Jiang Luoluo had been crying. His eyes were moist, the corners of his face damp. His long lashes cast shadows on his cheeks as he lowered his gaze, making him look vulnerable and delicate.

Like a devoted wife caring for her husband.

Fu Tingchuan swallowed hard. He twirled a strand of Jiang Luoluo’s hair around his finger, then leaned down to kiss those soft lips.

Jiang Luoluo didn’t dare move or speak. He feared accidentally touching Fu Tingchuan inappropriately and worried about bumping his wounds. All he could do was let Fu Tingchuan hold him, allowing the other man to keep his arms around his waist as their kiss deepened further.

Lips entwined more intimately with each breath. After what felt like an eternity, Fu Tingchuan finally lifted his face from Jiang Luoluo’s. His clear eyes had grown darker; he stared at the person in his arms, unwilling to let go.

His voice was husky as he said, “Too bad we’re in a hospital.”

Feeling his cheeks grow hot, Jiang Luoluo quietly changed the subject. “I’ll help you change your clothes now.”

The trousers needed changing too. The original pair was ripped in several places and stained with white powder. Jiang Luoluo tossed them aside and stood up straight. To buckle Fu Tingchuan’s belt, he squatted down, his small, soft hands fiddling with the leather strap trying to fasten it.

As he looked up from where he was kneeling between Fu Tingchuan’s legs, Jiang Luoluo’s fair face reminded Fu Tingchuan of a jade carving. An unspeakable image flashed through his mind, and his throat bobbed once again.

Jiang Luoluo’s hand froze on the belt. His face turned bright red as he stammered:

“Fu… Fu Tingchuan, if you keep this up, I won’t even bother with your belt!”

Fu Tingchuan didn’t bat an eyelid. “It’s not like I can control these things.”

His handsome face showed no hint of embarrassment. “You were standing too close just now. I could feel your breath on me.”

Feeling like his whole face was on fire, Jiang Luoluo turned beet red all the way to his ears. He fumbled around to finish fastening Fu Tingchuan’s belt, then grabbed his jacket and put it on him.

Fu Tingchuan’s eyes remained fixed on him as he bustled about. It wasn’t until Jiang Luoluo had finished and let out a sigh of relief that the corners of Fu Tingchuan’s lips finally curled up.

With a playful smile and a tone of regret, he repeated, “What a pity, it’s in the hospital.”

Understanding what he meant, Jiang Luoluo hastily called for the doctor, picked up the dirty clothes from the floor, and fled in a panic.

A few minutes later, Professor Bian, a leading figure in the study of psychiatry in China, entered the room to give Fu Tingchuan a thorough examination.

Jiang Luoluo stood at the door, clutching his phone. He had no idea what the two people inside were saying, but the more he thought about it, the more scared and confused he felt. All he could do was wait anxiously for someone to call him in.

Less than half an hour later, Jiang Luoluo was summoned inside.

Professor Bian greeted him warmly, showing no hint of an arrogant air.

After questioning and analyzing the two individuals, the professor reached a conclusion: “Mr. Fu, it appears there are indeed two separate personalities within you. However, due to the second personality’s uncooperativeness, we haven’t been able to communicate with him. Perhaps after the second personality takes over, your wife can bring him to see me.”

“Based on the current test results and your wife’s responses, the second personality seems very calm and likely isn’t dangerous. You can choose to observe this situation for a while more and try to communicate and reach a truce with him.”

Fu Tingchuan frowned, clearly not satisfied with this answer.

“Can’t we just eliminate the second personality?” he asked.

Jiang Luoluo’s heart leaped.

The respected old professor shook his head, “We shouldn’t rush into such a decision before fully understanding the situation. Eliminating someone’s personality could cause severe and long-lasting damage. Additionally, attempting to involve an external influence such as medication might pose significant risks to both personalities, with potential long-term consequences. Therefore, we should only consider this as a last resort after exploring other viable options.”

Trying to destroy a second personality could be very dangerous and harmful to the individual. What’s more, if the second personality found out about this, it might lead to a desperate, all-out attack.

“It could be like a house on fire,” Juan Dao said, “with everything going up in flames—both of you would lose.”

As they left the hospital, Fu Tingchuan’s frown still hadn’t smoothed out.

Jiang Luoluo didn’t dare say anything, doing his best to stay in the background so that Fu Tingchuan wouldn’t ask about his interactions with the second personality.