Chapter 98 (kiss)

It was already late at night when An Yi finished recording the show. Before leaving, Fang Xiaoke asked about Jin He's situation.

An Yi replied, "He's much better now, but he's a little worried about you guys. You can go see him after the competition."

"Oh, okay, then you should let Brother Xiaohe get some rest. We'll definitely go as soon as the competition is over."

An Yi estimated that Jin He should already be asleep by now, so he quietly pushed open the ward door. The bodyguard immediately stood up when he saw him: "Boss."

"Hmm, how was today?" An Yi walked to the dining table and saw that the dinner was still on the heating plate. It looked a little shriveled. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Did he not eat dinner?"

"After eating four or five stalks of chrysanthemum greens and a piece of yam, as well as a piece of pumpkin, I said I felt chest tightness and bloating. I asked the doctor to come and give me some oxygen, and then I fell asleep."

An Yi rubbed his hands together to warm them, then walked to Jin He's bedside and touched his stomach. There were no spasms or convulsions, but it felt a little hard to the touch, which was probably just gas.

Jin He's brow twitched, as if she smelled a familiar scent. She opened her eyes groggily and said in a muffled voice, "Huh? You're back... What are you doing, touching my stomach like that?"

"Hmm." An Yi asked softly, "Are you feeling unwell? You didn't eat much for dinner."

"I can't eat..." Jin He was so sleepy that her voice grew softer and softer.

An Yi found his dazed look rather cute in the moonlight, chuckled softly, and couldn't resist giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Why can't you eat? What did you promise me when I left?"

"Is it just a bloated stomach...?"

An Yi smiled and gave Jin He another kiss. He couldn't help it; Jin He was so fragrant lying there. If he wasn't afraid of Jin He getting angry, he would have really wanted to bite Jin He's face.

"Your stomach is bloated, so I'll boil some hawthorn water for you to drink tomorrow."

"OK……"

"Chirp~"

Jin He was so annoyed that he clicked his tongue impatiently. Seeing that Jin He was about to wake up, An Yi finally let him go and tucked the blanket around him.

"Go to sleep first." An Yi patted Jin He's back. He was afraid that turning on the light would disturb Jin He, so the lights in the ward were always off. When he reached the door, he called out the bodyguard.

"Did something happen today?"

"Yes, Mr. Xiaohe's mother came to see him today with her child, apparently to discuss the child's enrollment in kindergarten," the bodyguard explained in detail. "During that time, the child made a fuss, saying he wanted to eat the ribs on the table, but Mr. Xiaohe didn't give them to him."

"Later, she asked Mr. Xiaohe to pay for the child's four years of kindergarten tuition, which was estimated to be around one million yuan. Mr. Xiaohe said that he had no money, but he could take my life, and told me to kick them out."

One million?! She's probably coming to Jin He again just to get him to spend more money. An Yi was so angry he almost laughed. Does this crazy woman really not know that the only expense for an international bilingual kindergarten is tuition? Meals and materials are another matter, and the money spent on summer and winter camps alone each year is enough to make them very poor.

Besides, the kids who go to school there are all from wealthy and privileged backgrounds. If they have a birthday party at home, wouldn't they need to give a presentable gift? If you don't go, you'll be ostracized by the other kids. Who says kids don't know how to treat people differently based on their status?

Not every child is as promising as Jin Miao was back then. She excelled in her studies and didn't need to try to please others in social situations; other children would naturally flock to her.

An Yi was furious. He had been taking great care of Jin He, afraid that he might accidentally make her sick. He couldn't even bring himself to say anything harsh. But this whole family of theirs, after only ten minutes here, had managed to make Jin He so angry that she couldn't even eat dinner.

An Yi knew that Jin He was always in a bad mood whenever he saw his mother.

“From now on, anyone claiming to be Jin He’s family member will not be allowed into the ward,” An Yi said. “He probably couldn’t eat today because of this. When you go to get food tomorrow, remember to tell Aunt Shu to boil some hawthorn water and bring it over.”

The bodyguard nodded to indicate that he understood.

The next day, Jiang Xiubai and Shen Duoyuan came to see Jin He. At that time, Jin He was holding a bowl of hawthorn and apple soup with a worried expression. He felt that if he didn't drink this kind of soup, his stomach would bloat, and if he did drink it, his stomach would reflux acid. It was possible that when a person's physical condition deteriorates to a certain extent, everything they do is wrong. Jin He felt that he might be better off just dying.

An Yi broke off two soda crackers and put them in Jin He's hand, then asked him, "Did you promise me last night?"

Jin He looked miserable and didn't say a word.

"Eat the biscuits first, then drink the soup," An Yi said.

"Can't we just give her an IV drip?"

"no."

Shen Duoyuan found it rather funny. It was rare to see a grown man in his twenties needing to be begged and urged to eat, especially when he saw Jin He's embarrassed expression, which made it even funnier.

After all, in all the years when Jin He and An Yi confronted each other, An Yi rarely had the upper hand. Jin He was so good at talking that no one could out-argue him.

It seems that Jin He is now completely under An Yi's control.

"I have work to do in a little while. I need to go to the base to watch them select songs. Shen Duoyuan and Jiang Xiubai will stay here with you. You don't need to entertain them. Just do your own thing. You can read or watch TV."

Shen Duoyuan sat on the sofa and nodded: "Yes, you don't need to worry about us."

Jin He held the soup bowl with a bitter face, looking rather unhappy.

He acts like this whenever I try to feed him...

An Yi was seething with anger, feeling like he was about to lose his hair from worry, but he couldn't say a harsh word. After all, he knew that Jin He had done his best, and his stomach wasn't much better than his heart.

“You can tell Aunt Shu what you want to eat for lunch on the tablet later,” An Yi said. “Shen Duoyuan and Jiang Xiubai don’t have any schedules either, so they’ll have lunch with you.”

Upon hearing this, Jin He raised her head and opened her mouth, about to say something.

"I've already told Aunt Shu in advance that I won't be cooking spicy food for you."

Jin He said, "Brother Yuan and Brother Jiang are still eating."

“One of them is a singer, and the other is from Guangzhou. Who do you think has a spicy diet?” An Yi reached out and touched Jin He’s stomach. “You can still eat. Finish the last biscuit.”

Jin He stuffed the last biscuit into his mouth, drank some warm water, and then went to finish the hawthorn and apple soup. After a while, he looked up again:

"I can..."

"cannot."

Jin He scoffed, seemingly still unconvinced.

An Yi doesn't understand him yet?

He often starts his sentences with "I think..." or "I can..." when it's something that's not allowed, for example:

"I want to eat boiled fish for dinner."

"I want to be discharged from the hospital."

"Can I have a cup of milk tea?"

Generally speaking, if Jin He really wanted to do something risk-free, he would act directly without informing An Yi, or if he did, he would just inform him briefly.

"I want to go downstairs for a walk."

"I want to take a shower."

Jin He was a little annoyed: "I'll just go with you. I won't be on camera, so I won't cause any trouble."

“You get out of breath just from running downstairs, and I have to carry you back up. You want to go on a long trip? Don’t you know the doctor told you to stay in bed and rest?”

"What's there to be afraid of? I'll just take a car there and back." Jin He didn't take it seriously. "Besides, the doctor said I can be discharged in a couple of days, which means I've almost recovered. It's no big deal if I go back to participate in the competition."

Upon hearing Jin He's words, An Yi instantly became furious. What did he mean by going back to participate in the competition? With his physique, he would be brought back by ambulance the very next day if he went back to participate in the competition!

"You're just being difficult, keep being difficult!" An Yi gritted his teeth in anger. "Why do you have to go? What's the point of you going? Can you even participate? Or are you hoping to become a mentor? What can you do besides cause trouble? Do you still expect to debut as part of a group? You're already twenty-five years old, who do you expect to take care of you anytime, anywhere?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiubai immediately tried to cover An Yi's mouth, but it was too late. The hurtful words had already been spoken. Jin He suddenly looked up, her expression pale and fragile: "So that's how you see me."

An Yi paused for a moment after saying this, as if realizing what he had just said, and subconsciously covered his mouth with his hand.

"Ah, ah, Xiao He, don't overthink it. An Yi was just worried about you. He didn't mean anything by it..."

"Unintentional words?" Jin He's eyes reddened. "Was it unintentional or did you, An Yi, truly mean it? An Yi, why do you always say things like that..."

So you've never respected me?

An Yi stammered, "I, I'm not..."

"I just wanted to say goodbye to Xiao Ke and the others. They've always taken good care of me, and I don't want to just leave without a word." Jin He stood up and set out the chopsticks. "Now I understand. I won't go and cause you any trouble."