Chapter 96 Twenty-Five Years Old

An Yi was lying next to Jin He, his arms tightly wrapped around Jin He's waist, when suddenly he lost his footing and woke up with a start. The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to instinctively use his hand to check Jin He's breathing.

"What's wrong?" Jin He asked him.

"It's nothing," An Yi said. "I dreamt about when you were eighteen."

Jin He was stunned by these words, and after a long while, she replied, "Eighteen years old... There were many things that happened when you were eighteen. What did you dream about?"

“I dreamt that you were hospitalized with myocarditis when you were eighteen. I was taking care of you in the hospital, and we even had a fight.” An Yi lowered his head to kiss Jin He’s earlobe and said, “You are a little fatter now than you were then. You were frighteningly thin back then, like a skeleton.”

Jin He's earlobes turned red from his gentle, persistent kisses, and she dodged forward slightly, saying, "I've forgotten about that time."

“You haven’t forgotten,” An Yi replied. “You’ve never argued with me since then. Even when you’re feeling really bad, you just endure it and eat whatever I tell you to eat.”

Jin He lowered her head and squeezed the blanket twice.

“Actually, I’ve always regretted it.” An Yi held Jin He’s hand and kissed his fingertips again. “Why couldn’t I have been more patient with you back then? I knew you were feeling uncomfortable.”

“I was young back then,” Jin He muttered.

"Is your heart condition so bad now a sequela of myocarditis?" An Yi asked him. "Is it because you didn't recover well, leading to heart failure?"

To be honest, the two got together not long after being discharged from the hospital. However, the boy band, which was on the rise, was very busy and it was impossible for them to rest as the doctor had suggested. Even though An Yi was being careful, Jin He was still sick every three days and seriously ill every five days.

Jin He woke up feeling dizzy and leaned against the bed with a pale face, not answering An Yi's question.

An Yi glanced at his watch. It was only seven o'clock. The doctor would be making rounds around eight-thirty. He needed to take Jin He to take a shower and then have him eat breakfast.

"Your cold came on so strangely." An Yi set up a small table on Jin He's bed, put the food on it, and Jin He picked up her chopsticks to eat.

"The camera has captured it, so you don't need to worry about it. Just leave it to me."

Jin He remembered that he started to have a fever after returning the handkerchief to Qi Yunran. He had some suspicions, but he wasn't quite sure.

“Qi Yunran’s family is not well-off, so he wouldn’t use such an expensive handkerchief.” An Yi held a bowl in his hand, diligently cooling the porridge. “He and Fang Canyang are from the same company. He Canyang has always disliked you. I tricked him into revealing his true colors when we were talking the other day.”

Jin He opened her mouth to speak, but a spoonful of hot porridge was stuffed into her mouth.

"But you don't need to worry. I already know how to deal with him. There's a ton of dirt on him. A little bit of dirt will crush him. Your task now is to focus on getting better and recovering your health."

Jin He nodded and said, "But I can't vent my anger without beating him up."

An Yi couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

"Once this is over, how about we find a back alley, put a sack over his head, and beat him up?"

Even without Jin He saying anything, An Yi was furious enough just because he sent Jin He a poisoned handkerchief that caused her heart condition to relapse. Heaven knows how afraid An Yi was that Jin He didn't make it through that night.

"Alright then." Jin He nodded, then suddenly remembered something: "Let's play three rounds tonight!"

“Mm.” An Yi nodded. “The last bite.”

Jin He frowned, but forced herself to drink the last mouthful of shredded pork porridge that was handed to her. "Then I think..."

"no."

Jin He: "..."

"I haven't said what it is yet."

"What else could it be? If it were something you could do right now, would you need to discuss it with me?"

"But I'm not going to perform. I'll just go see Fang Xiaoke and Wen Lian. The third round is very important; it directly filters out the finalists."

“Look at the sound system and lighting at the performance venue. You can’t handle it right now. Do you want to faint right there in the audience, be taken away by an ambulance, and then be trending on Weibo again? Watching the live stream is the same. Listen to me, let’s watch the live stream in the hospital room.”

"But I want to go. I'm worried about Fang Xiaoke. She gets nervous as soon as she goes on stage. What if something goes wrong?"

"He's eighteen years old this year. When you were eighteen, you could just pull out your IV drip and go straight on stage to perform a concert."

Jin He couldn't reason with An Yi. Just then, the doctor came in, put his stethoscope inside Jin He's clothes, and listened for a while.

"How is she, doctor?"

"The recovery is going well." The doctor nodded. "You can be discharged after two more days of observation, but you still need to be careful when you get home. If the same problems recur, you must not repeat them in the future."

Jin He nodded, indicating that she understood.

“I’m going to work tonight.” An Yi reached out and buttoned up Jin He’s shirt. “Xiao Miao also has a team meeting tonight, so you might be alone in the hospital. But there will be a caregiver with you. Can you take care of yourself?”

"I'm already twenty-five."

"Don't sneak off to the scene." An Yi pointed to the watch on Jin He's wrist. "Your smartwatch is connected to my phone. If I find anything wrong with your data, I'll call you immediately."

"knew."

"Do you like what you're having for dinner? Don't wait until I get back and find you haven't eaten to make up an excuse that it's not to your liking."

Jin He took the tablet from An Yi and saw that the menu that Aunt Shu had sent tonight was steamed pumpkin, stewed pork ribs with yam, and cold chrysanthemum greens.

"I don't want this," Jin He said, pointing to the yam and pork rib stew on the menu. "And I don't want this either." She was referring to the steamed pumpkin.

An Yi: "..."

“You can eat a little meat now, don’t think I don’t know.”

“Being able to eat and wanting to eat are two different things,” Jin He said. “Tell Aunt Shu to cook less, so that when you go to work, there will be no one to help me with the leftovers.”

"I'll come back to eat."

Well, you came all this way just to eat leftovers, huh?

Jin He flipped through the menu again and felt that his stomach was in okay condition today, but he felt tightness in his chest and shortness of breath. However, he guessed that it was a heart problem, so he pointed to another dish on the menu - Mao Xue Wang (a spicy Sichuan dish).

Jin He said, "I want to eat the bean sprouts and wood ear mushrooms inside."

“I’ll say it again,” An Yi said. “If you really thought you could eat it yourself, you wouldn’t have asked me. Your greatest talent is making decisions on your own.”

But Jin He has been sick for the past few days and has only been eating clear soup noodles and millet porridge every day. His mouth feels bland and tasteless.

"I won't change it." An Yi closed the menu, knowing that if he let this guy choose what he wanted to eat, he would definitely misbehave, so he might as well let him choose and eat whatever was available.

“There’s one more thing,” Jin He said. “I want to change my clothes. Could you go to my house and get me my pajamas? Just one set to change into will be fine.”

“Okay.” An Yi helped Jin He lie down. “You should take a nap first. When you wake up, you can wear clean pajamas.”

"Oh," Jin He said. "My house password is still the same. My pajamas are in the bottom drawer of the wardrobe."

"knew."

An Yi walked to the underground parking garage, but the first thing he did after sitting in the driver's seat was not to drive away, but to take out his phone and make a call.

"Hello, is this the moving company...?"