Song Yu seemed to be dreaming. In the dream, his soul drifted away, floated out through the window lattice, and looked down on the city bathed in the morning light. Just as he was about to marvel at the scene, he suddenly plunged downward. The sensation of weightlessness jolted him awake, and he opened his eyes.
Out of instinct, he tried to stretch his limbs, but as soon as he moved, he realized his whole body was sore. A dull ache throbbed at the back of his head, causing him to frown uncomfortably.
Wait a minute. Song Yu’s eyes widened as he stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, wondering if he was still dreaming—because it felt like he had come back!
He quickly pinched himself. Ouch! He then strained to lift his arm and looked at it. Yes, it was definitely his hand—fair and slender, with clearly defined knuckles and a smooth porcelain-like sheen, the kind of hand hand-enthusiasts would adore.
He tried to say something, but since he hadn’t spoken in a long time, his voice came out a bit hoarse. Still, it was unmistakably a human voice—not a meow.
This young master is finally back in his own body!
Song Yu broke into a joyful smile. He gave a small cough and then shouted loudly for his mother: “Mom! I’m awake! Get me a glass of water!”
He had remembered everything, but his body was still weak and limp. After lying still for so long, even with the help of nurses massaging his muscles, it was impossible to feel completely normal right after waking up.
There was a sudden sound of breaking glass from outside, followed by hurried footsteps. The bedroom door was flung open, and when Song Yu’s mother saw his open eyes, her expression of doubt quickly turned into one of overwhelming joy, tears streaming down her face: “Xiao Yu, you’re finally awake…”
Song Mom choked up as she poured a glass of water for Song Yu, helped him sit up, and let him sip half a cup of warm water to soothe his throat. Anxiously, she asked, “Are you feeling unwell anywhere? Tell me now and I’ll call Dr. Ying right away!”
As she spoke, she quickly picked up her phone to make the call. When Ying Qi heard that Song Yu had woken up, he immediately said he would arrange for someone to come over and examine him.
Song Yu’s beautiful eyes glistened slightly with moisture. “I’m fine. I’m sorry, Mom, for making you worry for so long.”
“You silly child, why are you being polite with your mother?” Song Mom wiped her tears, then asked again, “Why did you suddenly come back? Did you and little Fu make up?”
“No!” Song Yu huffed. “I don’t even know what happened. I just fell asleep, and then I was back.”
That’s fine too—at least now he could deal with this relationship in his human body.
As they were talking, the doorbell rang. Song Mom went to answer it. Outside stood Fu Yuqian, looking a bit disheveled from running all the way: “Auntie, I’m here to see Xiao Yu.” At his feet, Yi Yi—who had followed him all the way—meowed loudly.
Song Mom hesitated, but seeing how nervous and anxious Fu Yuqian looked, her heart softened and she stepped aside. “Come in.”
“Thank you, Auntie.” Fu Yuqian hurried inside.
He rushed up to the second floor. The bedroom door was open, and he immediately saw Song Yu—slightly thinner, but even more refined and beautiful.
His shimmering peach blossom eyes originally had a flirtatious and mischievous look, seductive without even trying, but their clarity and innocence gave him a softer, less aggressive charm. Sexy yet pure—a combination that was uniquely Song Yu. Because he’d been bedridden for months, his hair had grown a bit longer, gently framing his face. Bathed in the morning light, he looked like a delicate, artistic boy straight out of a manga.
“Xiao Yu…” Fu Yuqian suddenly didn’t know what to say. When he was in his cat form, it was easy to flirt and be ambiguous. Now, standing face to face as humans, many things were no longer appropriate to say or do. In the end, all he could manage was, “Happy birthday.”
“Thanks.” Song Yu also felt strange seeing Fu Yuqian from this perspective. He was already used to acting spoiled and throwing tantrums around him as a cat—doing those things now would just make him look like a fool.
Luckily, there was still little angel Yi Yi.
Yi Yi ran up to the second floor, let out a long meow when he saw Song Yu, then leapt onto the bed, flicking his tail proudly: “Daddy, I worked so hard all night to control my body and help you return. Am I amazing or what?”
Song Yu’s eyes widened in shock. Was he hearing things? He thought he could actually understand what Yi Yi was saying!
“Yi Yi, did you just say it was you who helped me return to my body last night?” Song Yu reached out and rubbed Yi Yi’s head.
“Yes, meow.” Yi Yi nuzzled against Song Yu’s hand, his meow soft and adorable.
Fu Yuqian immediately understood from their interaction what Yi Yi had done. His vision went dark—he suddenly wanted to kick Yi Yi out. Other people’s pets protected their owners, but his? His cat specialized in messing things up. All those imported cat foods and snacks were completely wasted.
“Yi Yi, you’re amazing,” Song Yu said with a bright smile. Ah, his fluffy fur feels so good to touch. No wonder Fu Yuqian used to love petting him so much. “Whatever reward you want, Daddy will give it to you.”
As he said that, he shot Fu Yuqian a sidelong glance—pure provocation.
Fu Yuqian sighed. My cat, the person I love… What else can I do but spoil them both?
“Xiao Yu,” Fu Yuqian walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, his deep, narrow eyes gazing into Song Yu’s. “You just woke up and need rehabilitation and care. I’m applying to be your private caregiver.”
He deliberately emphasized the word caregiver, making it sound subtly suggestive.
Having been around Fu Yuqian long enough, Song Yu immediately caught on to the implication. His mind was flooded with inappropriate thoughts, and his face flushed red. This time, there was no cat fur to hide behind—Fu Yuqian saw it all and chuckled knowingly. “Xiao Yu, are you thinking something naughty? Why else would you be blushing?”
Thanks to the pearl’s effects, Song Yu’s skin was now smooth and fair, with invisible pores. When he blushed, his face looked like a translucent gemstone—absolutely gorgeous. He shot Fu Yuqian a shy and angry glare. “Shut up!”
Fu Yuqian raised his hands in a mock surrender.
“Xiao Yu, I was in such a rush I forgot—did anyone call Ying Qi? If not, I’ll call him now.” Fu Yuqian took out his phone.
“My mom already called. Ying Qi said he’s on his way.”
“Good.” Fu Yuqian breathed a sigh of relief. “Don’t worry, everything’s going to be fine.”
“Hmph,” Song Yu snorted. “Of course.”
Ying Qi and the medical team arrived quickly, luckily avoiding rush hour traffic. After a thorough examination, Ying Qi confirmed that Song Yu was perfectly fine. In fact, his previous injuries had already completely healed. What shocked Ying Qi the most was that Song Yu didn’t even have any scars left—it was practically miraculous. But then again, everything about Song Yu’s situation was already bizarre, so he didn’t press further.
While packing up the equipment, Ying Qi suddenly leaned in mysteriously, glanced outside to make sure Fu Yuqian couldn’t hear, then whispered, “Hey, Song Yu, since I took such good care of you, could you do me a little favor?”
“What is it?” Song Yu had a good impression of Ying Qi.
“I made a bet with Fu Yuqian. He said he could patch things up with you quickly. Could you… not forgive him too soon?” Ying Qi, despite having had a full psychological breakdown courtesy of Fu Yuting’s analysis, still didn’t trust that bet. It wasn’t that he lacked confidence—Fu Yuqian was just too cunning. “You don’t know how badly I’ve been tormented by Fu Yuqian since we were kids. I’ve never won a single bet. Last time I lost one, the consequences were… brutal. This time, I really want to win.”
He had paid a very intimate price last time. Brutal was putting it lightly.
Plus, even though this was the first time he’d really talked to Song Yu, Ying Qi felt an odd sense of familiarity—like they were old pals. After some thought, he concluded: Ah, it’s the sister-in-law bond.
Song Yu, of course, knew all about the bet—he’d been there when they made it. And technically, he and Fu Yuqian hadn’t reconciled yet, so he agreed readily. “No problem. I definitely won’t forgive Fu Yuqian that easily.”
“Good brother,” Ying Qi laughed. “I knew you were reliable. I’ve already decided how I’m going to punish Fu Yuqian if he loses.”
Song Yu was a little curious. “How?”
“Make him wear a qipao and dance a girl group routine, then post it on Weibo and TikTok.” Ying Qi figured this might be the only time in his life he’d actually win a bet. He had racked his brain day and night to come up with the most ruthless punishment. “So? Wanna see it?”
Song Yu: “……”
Damn, he actually kind of did want to see it.
He and Ying Qi exchanged a look—then both burst into mischievous laughter.
Outside the room, Fu Yuqian suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
Ying Qi looked at the beautiful Song Yu and felt a bit reluctant thinking about how he was going to be taken home by that sly old fox, Fu Yuqian. But he wasn’t one to get in the way of someone’s love life. This little request was harmless, but he still added, “Fu Yuqian might be deep and hard to read, but the person he holds in his heart will be incredibly happy. He’s loyal and devoted, unwavering in his love. The Fu family also has a very upright family culture, so you don’t need to worry.”
When Fu Yuqian approached the door, this was the sentence he overheard. He was a little moved. After all the years he’d messed with Ying Qi, he never thought Ying Qi would still speak up for him—he really did sound like a future brother-in-law.
“Thanks, Ying Qi,” Fu Yuqian said.
To his surprise, right after he said that, Ying Qi and Song Yu both burst into loud laughter.
Fu Yuqian’s deep brown eyes flickered with confusion—were these two hiding something from him?
Ying Qi then filled Fu Yuqian in on Song Yu’s current condition. Fu Yuqian asked detailed questions about how to care for him, and Ying Qi answered thoroughly. Fu Yuqian took note of every word.
Once everything was explained, Ying Qi and the medical team packed up and left.
“I’ll go make you some millet porridge,” Fu Yuqian said.
Previously, Song Yu had only been consuming nutritional supplements—the kind that are fully absorbed. Now that he was awake, he needed to start slowly with foods like porridge and soft noodles to let his digestive system recover. But Song Mom had already started cooking, so there was no need for Fu Yuqian to bother with that.
“I’ll wash your hair instead. Are you going to livestream or record a video later?”
“Livestream.” Song Yu had originally wanted to take a shower, but didn’t want to undress in front of Fu Yuqian and risk getting taken advantage of. Better to wait until he left.
Fu Yuqian fetched some water and adjusted the temperature, placing it on a stool next to the bed. He then got on the bed, lifted the blanket, and gently picked Song Yu up to adjust his position. Fu Yuqian was strong and easily carried him, though his movements were soft and careful.
Even while washing Song Yu’s hair, Fu Yuqian stayed bent over the low bed, despite still recovering from injuries to his back. His hands, however, were incredibly gentle.
Song Yu closed his eyes. He had to admit, when Fu Yuqian was taking care of someone, he was so tender it was almost irresistible.
Yi Yi cowered in fear nearby. Meowww—why is Daddy enjoying this scary hair-washing thing??
Fu Yuqian was meticulous—washing, drying Song Yu’s hair, then cleaning his face. He even borrowed a hair tie from Song Mom and tied up Song Yu’s hair into a cute little sprout.
Song Yu was already stunning. With his hair half tied up, all his delicate features were exposed—red lips, white teeth, elegant looks. Fu Yuqian almost couldn’t resist kissing him. But now was clearly not the time—he managed to hold himself back.
After feeding Song Yu a small bowl of millet porridge, Fu Yuqian took out a phone stand, adjusted the angle, and started the livestream for Song Yu.
Then he stepped out of the room and logged into the stream using an alt account.
Song Yu’s Weibo had fans constantly camping on it, and the sudden live notification scared everyone—then sent them rushing in. And then… they saw the one person they’d been longing for:
【Gege, you’re awake—I—I’m not dreaming, right? Are you really awake?】
【AAAAAA husband!! Is it really you??】
【Say something, hubby!】
Looking at the flood of comments, Song Yu smiled softly. His peach blossom eyes full of gentle longing: “Long time no see. I’m really awake now. I’m so sorry for making you all worry.”
The chat instantly turned into a flood of tears.
At the same time, the topic “Song Yu Woke Up” shot straight to the top of the trending list.
【You bastard, you finally decided to wake up! If you hadn’t, I was going to remarry with the baby!】
【Waaaah, my prayers were answered! I’m going to the temple this afternoon to fulfill my vow!】
【Happy birthday, gege. This is truly the best birthday gift ever.】
The chat was quickly flooded with birthday messages.
“Thank you, everyone.” Song Yu’s body was still weak, so his speech was a bit slow.
After crying for a bit, the fans changed the subject to cheer him up.
【Hubby, what filter are you using on this livestream? You look even hotter than before!】
【No seriously, that skin—it’s insane】
【That little ponytail is killing me. Your face is killing me. What is this level of beauty??】
Song Yu touched his face. “I’m not using a filter.” His good skin was thanks to the pearl, but of course, he couldn’t say that. “Maybe I just slept for so long that my skin improved on its own.”
The chat was instantly filled with “waaa we want skin like that too!”
【Gege, so much happened while you were asleep. Xingyue went bankrupt—did you know that? Fu Yuqian did it. He’s been fiercely protecting you all this time. What do you think of him?】
【Song Yu gege, I’m a Yuqian girl. Our gege really did so much for you. Please forgive him and become best ♂friends♂ again.】
【Just saying, Fu Yuqian is honestly a good guy.】
Everyone waited for Song Yu’s answer—including Fu Yuqian.
Author’s Note:
I confess… I played games yesterday (┐「ε:) I reached King rank…
I’ll post an extra chapter tomorrow! If I don’t, I’ll livestream myself eating my keyboard!
Thanks to the little angels who gave me “霸王票” or “nutrient fluid” from 2020-03-12 11:54:21 to 2020-03-14 21:11:11~
Grenade Giver:
Wuxing Queqian Haoduonian – 1
Landmine Giver:
Shen Wei – 1
Nutrient Fluid Donors:
Tao Bayue – 100 bottles
Wuxing Queqian Haoduonian – 20 bottles
Ye Shang – 5 bottles
Xi Lan – 1 bottle
Thank you so much for your support! I’ll keep working hard!
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