TYMRHBDES Chapter 31

Fu Tingchuan smiled, but the amusement faded from his eyes. “What happened?”

“Young Master Bai Tang got into an accident! Old Mister Bai couldn’t reach you and called me instead. He said it’s urgent that you know the young master Bai Tang went missing.”

“I see.”

Fu Tingchuan hung up, glanced at Jiang Luoluo standing in the doorway, and stuffed the phone into his pocket. He stepped closer, his large frame engulfing Jiang Luoluo.

Jiang Luoluo looked up at him, her pale little hands waving gently. “This isn’t my fault!”

Bai Tang went missing? I don’t have that kind of power.

That Fu Tingchuan—the CEO pig—better not get lovesick and start blaming me.

Isn’t this the usual melodrama trope? While the white moonlight gets into trouble, the ones who suffer are the small fry like him.

Fu Tingchuan bent down and scooped him up. His expression was exasperated. “Honestly, I don’t know what goes through your head every day.”

The man in his arms was delicate and light.

Fu Tingchuan gave him a little bounce, tucking him under the covers.

With one hand on the bed frame, he pressed Jiang Luoluo down. “Do you understand now? Bai Tang is missing.”

Jiang Luoluo blinked at him.

“That means it’s very dangerous outside. Don’t go out unless you really have to.”

Fu Tingchuan lowered his head, pressing his lips in a kiss that carried the scent of woodsy cologne, then gently nipped at his lip.

“Stay at home and wait for me, baby.”

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After a visit to the Bai family and some business affairs, it was already time for his doctor’s appointment.

Fu Tingchuan massaged his forehead, feeling weary. He found himself ignoring the early signs of illness despite not needing to.

People like him, with vast empires behind them, had everything riding on their shoulders. Even the slightest personal movement could set off waves in the stock market. And for something as serious as intermittent memory loss?

But lately, he’d been feeling worse and worse. He never remembered what happened the day before. Though nothing major had happened at work or home yet, no one could guarantee things would stay that way.

In a high-end private hospital, Fu Tingchuan sat on a sofa after his check-up. The chief physician, wearing glasses, studied his reports for a long time before slowly saying, “Mr. Fu, based on the tests, it looks like you have dissociative identity disorder.”

Fu Tingchuan paused, then straightened up. “Dissociative identity disorder?”

“When mental illness is involved, we call it ‘multiple personalities’.”

“Mr. Fu,” the chief physician said, glancing at his watch. “In an hour, my mentor, Professor Bian, will visit the hospital. He’s the leading expert in this field, so I recommend waiting to consult with him.”

Fu Tingchuan pondered for a moment before nodding.

“Do you people often interact with someone who might’ve observed your specific symptoms? It’s possible that you may not even be aware of some aspects of your current personality. If possible, we’ll need his assistance.”

Jiang Luoluo’s face appeared in his mind. Fu Tingchuan dialed his number.

While waiting for Jiang Luoluo to arrive at the hospital, Fu Tingchuan paced continuously in the VIP room.

Dissociative identity disorder sounded even more complicated than intermittent memory loss.

He didn’t know when another personality had split off inside his body or what that person might do. He wasn’t even sure if this second personality existed, when it first appeared, or how long it lasted each time.

Does that mean this other person might have been pretending to be me and interacting with Jiang Luoluo? [footnote] T/N: Is that the most important problem here? -_- [/footnote]

Did Jiang Luoluo notice anything off?

The phone vibrated once. Fu Tingchuan pushed open the room door and stepped out to meet Jiang Luoluo.

The road outside the hospital was under construction. There is a section of the road that cannot be entered by car, so you can only walk.

That little scatterbrain might not find his way. Fu Tingchuan wondered if he’d remember the path.

The noise from operating machinery came over. Fu Tingchuan looked to the end of the road. Under the thick foliage of lush poplar trees, a small figure appeared.

He was wearing a simple T-shirt, and below it were loose, soft, light gray sweatpants. The wind blew, sketching out the curves of his legs, gentle and soft.

“Fu~Tingchuan,”

the distant small figure said. When he saw him, the boy happily held up an arm and waved. His light blue sunscreen shirt blew open, lifting up the T-shirt by a little and revealing a slender, delicate waist.

Fu Tingchuan felt his heart relax a bit, and then he furrowed his brow again—

Has that personality also seen this Jiang Luoluo? Has he also held that delicate body in his arms and do things only I can do?

Fu Tingchuan strode forward, stepping out of the shadow of the trees, and walking toward Jiang Luoluo.

More intermittent noise approached. The sun was so bright it almost hurt to look at. Jiang Luoluo’s bright little face became clearer, but then it suddenly filled with terror. His eyes widened, and he shouted to Fu Tingchuan, “Watch out—”

Fu Tingchuan looked to the side.

Amidst the construction noise, an out-of-control minivan was hurtling towards him at a high speed!

Fu Tingchuan moved with incredible speed. He flipped just in time to slip past the vehicle. The van then brushed by his shoe before crashing into a parked excavator ahead.

Terrified, Jiang Luoluo’s face paled as he ran over at top speed, “Fu Tingchuan! Are you okay?!”

Fu Tingchuan squeezed his arm, scraped by the van’s rearview mirror. Just as he was about to comfort Jiang Luoluo, he heard a sharp turn and the driver yanked the steering wheel. Instead of hitting the excavator, the van swerved and headed straight for them again!

It would have been easy for Fu Tingchuan to dodge, but Jiang Luoluo was beside him, frozen in terror at the oncoming van.

Fu Tingchuan quickly pushed them down. He shielded Jiang Luoluo’s head against his chest as they rolled on the ground, avoiding the sharp and bumpy metal wires lying around.

The minivan drove in a crooked line and mercilessly crushed the spot where the two men had just hidden. This time, it couldn’t brake in time and crashed straight into a tree.

“Mr. Fu!”

The bodyguard rushed over and arrested the driver still in the car. Groups of people from the hospital and construction workers also came quickly to help.

Fu Tingchuan, looking uneasy, had barely avoided falling into a pit. He sat up and cradled Jiang Luoluo’s face. “Are you hurt? Does anything feel wrong? Baby, are you okay?”

Jiang Luoluo’s face was pale with fear, his lips colorless.

He had been too close to the car, so close he felt the heat and dust from the wheels just beside his legs. Just a bit closer, and those wheels would have run mercilessly over him.

Never having been this close to danger before, Jiang Luoluo’s face was full of panic as he looked at Fu Tingchuan. Then he threw himself into Fu Tingchuan’s arms again.

Fu Tingchuan rubbed his hand up and down the back of Jiang Luoluo’s neck, and his other hand softly patted Jiang Luoluo’s back. He held Jiang Luoluo gently, his chest heaving with relief. His arms tightened as if trying to pull him into his very being. Still shaken, he whispered soothingly, “Don’t be afraid. It’s over now…”

“Your husband is here… you’re safe now…”

In the hospital room, the police had just left. The two deans, the president and the vice president—both male—stood with their heads bowed, watching Fu Tingchuan as he tended to his wounds.

Fu Tingchuan sat topless, his torn shirt and jacket discarded to the side. An orthopedic surgeon was now dressing his injuries.

Jiang Luoluo rolled up the pant legs to reveal Fu Tingchuan’s sculpted muscles, which now bore various cuts and abrasions. The torn skin oozed blood, making it look painful.

A wave of pain seemed to grip Jiang Luoluo’s heart as the doctor applied iodine to the wounds. Although Fu Tingchuan’s face remained expressionless, his muscles betrayed him—the injury throbbed, and it must have been excruciatingly painful.

Fu Tingchuan glowered at the two deans, his smile forced and insincere. “What a remarkable coincidence! A mentally ill patient who can drive? Just happens to slip out at the perfect time?”

“Our hospital has always maintained strict control over psychiatric patients. There are three layers of security between the ward and the outside world, including locked doors requiring keys. It’s simply impossible for a patient to leave…”

The silent headmaster cleared his throat, interrupting the deputy headmaster’s explanation. “We will certainly provide you with a satisfactory response, Mr. Fu.”

“A satisfying response? How exactly do you plan to do that?” Fu Tingchuan slammed his hand on the table, his oppressive demeanor frightening the doctor so much that his arm trembled.

“He didn’t get hurt! If he had, how would you explain yourselves? What would you use to make it up to me?!” [footnote] T/N: Has someone increased the temperature? Cuz I am melting right now [/footnote]

Fu Tingchuan’s finger pointed at Jiang Luoluo, his ire close to overflowing from his chest.

Even now, he couldn’t shake off the fear. What if he hadn’t protected Jiang Luoluo just now, would that van have…?

A small, soft hand clutched his finger. Jiang Luoluo, face pale, looked at him with red, teary eyes. “Don’t fuss.”

Seeing Jiang Luoluo like this, Fu Tingchuan’s anger dissipated somewhat. He waved his hand, driving out those two annoying meddlers, leaving only the surgeon to continue treating the wounds on his back.

He gently touched Jiang Luoluo’s face, his brows furrowed, looking especially remorseful. “I shouldn’t have brought you out today.”

Jiang Luoluo looked at his injuries with reddened eyes. He wanted to touch them, but hesitated, afraid to cause any discomfort.

Fu Tingchuan couldn’t help but want to hold him in his arms, comfort and kiss his face. But that pesky doctor was still there, so he could only pat Jiang Luoluo’s small face. “It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt.”

Looking down at his wounds, he dismissed them with a chuckle, “Don’t worry about these. They’re just scrapes. I’m used to them from my past.”

“It doesn’t even hurt,” he insisted.

His attempt at reassurance backfired; the child’s nose immediately reddened as tears welled up like pearls, rushing to escape.

Fu Tingchuan’s heart ached. “Shh, don’t cry, Baby… it’s okay.”

Finally finished, the doctor packed up while reminding Fu Tingchuan to keep the wounds clean. He couldn’t help but sneak a sidelong glance at the tear-stricken beauty before hastily leaving under Fu Tingchuan’s piercing glare.

In the quiet room, Jiang Luoluo sat beside him, still crying. He wanted to comfort Fu Tingchuan but feared accidentally touching his wounds.

Fu Tingchuan gently wiped away his tears. “Keep crying like this, darling, and you’ll break your husband’s heart…”

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