Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Yu He lifted Fu Yunzhe; though Fu Yunzhe had a large frame, he was surprisingly light, contrary to Yu He’s expectations. He walked into the bathroom and placed Fu Yunzhe into the bathtub.

The bathroom in the room had also been modified; the bathtub was equipped with a seat and a specialized anti-drowning device, very advanced. Additionally, there were several handrails to assist Fu Yunzhe in bathing independently.

Yu He reached out to take down the showerhead and turned on the hot water: “Let me help you wash.”

Fu Yunzhe refused: “Forget it.”

Yu He crouched by the tub, legs sprawled, resembling an enthusiastic large dog: “Don’t be shy.”

Fu Yunzhe looked away: “I’m not being shy. I’ve spent twenty million on you; I’m definitely not going to be shy with you.”

“Twenty million?”

Yu He was taken aback. He had thrown the black card into the drawer of the bedside table as soon as he got it. He had no need for money while staying at the Fu residence, so naturally, he didn't think to check how much money was on the card.

Yu He found this intriguing. He lifted the showerhead above Fu Yunzhe’s head: “Am I really worth that much?”

Warm water flowed down from the top of his head. Fu Yunzhe, drenched from head to toe, couldn’t even open his eyes. He raised his hand to push the showerhead away and spat out the water that had gotten into his mouth, calmly concluding:

“Not worth it anymore.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Yu He promptly apologized. He genuinely didn’t know how to take care of others, but at this moment, he just wanted to stick close to Fu Yunzhe. He couldn’t quite explain why; he just felt extremely happy being with Fu Yunzhe.

Yu He supported himself with one hand on the edge of the tub and flipped into the bathtub: “Don’t be stingy, I’ve already thought about how to spend it. Give me another chance.”

Fu Yunzhe’s disdain was apparent inside and out. Fu Yunzhe was a calm and composed person, his expressions usually difficult to decipher. Displaying his emotions so openly only meant he intended to let Yu He know—

He was truly disdainful of Yu He's caregiving skills.

Fu Yunzhe said coldly: “I don’t want to give it, get out.”

This was the first time Fu Yunzhe had ever used a curse word. Yu He was not only unafraid but also found it quite refreshing. He hung the showerhead back up: “I want to take a bath with you.”

Fu Yunzhe sighed, "Xiao He, do you think I can’t bear to ask you to serve me?"

Yu He rested his chin on Fu Yunzhe's shoulder, truly boneless, as he leaned on a disabled person and retorted confidently, "Otherwise?"

"It really isn't that." Fu Yunzhe gave Yu He a nudge, "Don't lean on me; my waist can't take it... I don't let you serve me because you really don’t know how to take care of others."

Yu He also sighed, sounding hurt, "So it’s not because you care about me."

"You should be the one to care about me first." Fu Yunzhe lifted his arm to move the showerhead, "Didn’t you notice that the water has been pouring on you the whole time?"

Fu Yunzhe touched the hottest spot on Yu He's body with his fingertip, causing Yu He to shiver. Only then did Yu He realize that Fu Yunzhe’s body was covered in goosebumps. He quickly hugged Fu Yunzhe tightly in his arms.

Fu Yunzhe leaned into Yu He’s embrace, "If Young Master Yu ‘serves’ me a few more times like this, it would really shorten my lifespan."

"I will learn." Yu He pushed away Fu Yunzhe’s wet hair and promised confidently, "I assure you, President Fu will be satisfied."

Fu Yunzhe tilted his head back, rubbing shampoo into his hair, "I’m very satisfied; you don’t need to improve anymore."

Yu He talked about learning to take care of others, but seeing Fu Yunzhe washing his hair by himself, he was momentarily unsure of what else he could do, so he squeezed out some shampoo to wash his hair as well.

So, when Fu Yunzhe, eyes closed, reached for the showerhead, he grabbed at nothing.

Fu Yunzhe: "...Yu He, where's the showerhead?"

Yu He said, “I’ll be done in a moment."

Fu Yunzhe: "..."

After Yu He finished washing his hair, he returned the showerhead to Fu Yunzhe, "You wash up first."

Fu Yunzhe was both amused and irritated, "Should I thank you for this?"

After the hot bath, Fu Yunzhe felt waves of coolness on his skin. Yu He clung to him, wanting to be affectionate. Fu Yunzhe’s heart softened, and he let Yu He sleep in his room.

Under Yu He’s diligent care, the next morning, as expected, Fu Yunzhe felt the onset of a cold and his whole body ached.

When Yu He went downstairs for breakfast, he just happened to hear Fu Yunzhe instructing the servants to prepare a guest room.

"Why are you preparing a guest room?" Yu He approached the dining table, "Didn’t you say you’d sleep with me?"

Fu Yunzheng's voice was slightly hoarse, tinged with a bit of nasal tone: "I've caught a cold."

To prevent cross-infection, the housemaid served Yu He's meal separately, placing it at the farthest spot from Fu Yunzheng.

Covering his mouth and nose with a napkin, Fu Yunzheng said, "Take his meal to his room." Then he turned to Yu He, "You should go eat in your room."

Yu He was completely unconcerned. He picked up his bowl and sat down next to Fu Yunzheng: "It's fine. You just caught a cold; it’s not viral or contagious."

Fu Yunzheng gave Yu He a sidelong glance and said softly, "Oh, young master Yu even knows that I’ve just caught a cold."

Feeling his face grow hot, Yu He looked around at the housemaids. The Fu family's housemaids were very adept at reading the room, and seeing the situation, they slightly bowed and exited the dining room. Only then did Yu He lean in and whisper in Fu Yunzheng's ear, "I'll help you bathe from now on."

"No need." Fu Yunzheng pushed Yu He's head away with the back of his hand: "Why did you get up so early today?"

Yu He replied, "I went to bed early."

Last night was the first time he had slept with Fu Yunzheng, and Yu He was inevitably a bit nervous.

He didn’t get up until the afternoon. Fu Yunzheng's room was quiet, and he had thought it would be difficult to fall asleep. Perhaps because he didn’t dare to move after Fu Yunzheng fell asleep, and he didn’t play with his phone either, he just lay there motionless, playing dead on the bed, and unexpectedly fell asleep without realizing it.

Yu He couldn’t remember the last time he had fallen asleep at night. Since hitting puberty, whether it was in the eighth or ninth grade, he couldn’t remember exactly when, but he started to suffer from insomnia, unable to sleep at night no matter what.

Unable to sleep at night meant dozing off during school the next day, which naturally caused his grades to plummet.

The pressure from studies and life piled up together, making Yu He's insomnia progressively worse. He thought about going to the hospital to check it out, but when he talked to his foster father about it, his foster father said: "Who doesn't suffer from insomnia? With so many things to worry about every day, even I can't sleep. You only have your studies to worry about; what's keeping you awake? I think you're just idle. If you worked in the fields like your grandfather did when he was young, you wouldn't have insomnia."

Then he tossed a bottle of sleeping pills to Yu He.

Yu He went to the school infirmary, and the school doctor said it was a normal phenomenon during puberty, advising him to try and adjust his mentality, not to feel too pressured, and that it would get better as he grew older.

But now Yu He was already nineteen, and his puberty seemed to be dragging on.

Perhaps his foster father was right; he was just idle.

With Fu Yunzheng lying beside him, he was worried about waking him up, so he lay quietly for a while and then fell asleep.

Enjoying a normal sleep schedule for once, Yu He felt refreshed and lively, forming a stark contrast with the somewhat languid Fu Yunzheng, who was under the weather due to his cold.

When Yu He couldn't sleep at night, he could sleep the entire day away. Now, suddenly having an entire day free, he didn't know what to do and wandered around the villa, resembling an overly energetic little bird.

Glancing at the time on his wristwatch, Fu Yunzheng said, "It's half past nine. Go buy a motorcycle."

Yu He doesn't have any special requirements for motorcycles; they are all just means of transportation. Suffering severely from motion sickness, he has no desire to go out at all.

The Fu residence is quite remote, far from the city center. It takes a twenty-minute drive just to get out of the estate.

Fu Yunzhuang noticed Zhang Shan signaling to him, realizing that Zhang Shan wanted to speak with him privately. He then asked Yu He, “Do you know how to ride a horse?”

Yu He replied, “I learned a bit at a private school, but I’m not very good at it.”

“I have a horse, kept right here in the estate,” Fu Yunzhuang mentioned. “I haven’t visited it for over half a year since I fell ill.”

Standing up, Yu He offered, “Then, shall I go have a look?”

Fu Yunzhuang nodded, watching as Yu He made his way out of the garden. He then found an excuse to dismiss the servants, turning to Zhang Shan to ask, “What is it?”

Zhang Shan answered gravely, “It’s about Young Master Yu. I’ve roughly figured out the reason behind his sudden mood swing on the day he went back to Jinse Tai to retrieve his belongings.”

Fu Yunzhuang gave Zhang Shan a glance.

Zhang Shan continued, “Major emotional fluctuations are mostly due to psychological issues, but I checked Young Master Yu's medical records and found no history of psychological counseling.”

Unfazed, Fu Yunzhuang inquired, “Is there none, or is it just not found?”

“There is none,” Zhang Shan was very certain. “We even found the medical records of Yu He’s foster father, Yu Shiquan, who was diagnosed with renal failure three months ago. He took Yu He for a kidney donor match, and that’s when they discovered that Yu He was not his biological child.”

Having uncovered such confidential information, it seemed certain that Yu He had never seen a psychologist.

Zhang Shan proceeded, “We managed to get in touch with a cleaning lady who had worked for the Yu family for several years, and we got some useful information. Young Master Yu’s foster father, Yu Shiquan, he had a history of domestic violence, abusing both his wife and Young Master Yu.”

Fu Yunzhuang’s face remained emotionless as he calmly asked, “Anything else?”

Zhang Shan expressed his concerns, “Children who grow up under domestic violence are more likely to develop psychological issues, and there is a high probability of them having violent tendencies. Yu He often gets into fights at school...”

Fu Yunzhuang interrupted Zhang Shan, “Uncle Zhang, it's Young Master Yu.”

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Shan didn’t want such an unstable person to stay close to Fu Yunzhuang, but the title "Young Master Yu" was a warning from Fu Yunzhuang. Zhang Shan knew that whatever he said now would be futile, yet he couldn’t help but admonish, “This is too dangerous, Mr. Fu! At night, it’s just you and Young Master Yu here, he...”

Fu Yunzhuang looked at Zhang Shan coldly, and Zhang Shan abruptly fell silent.

“I haven’t visited the company in Fengcheng for a long time,” Fu Yunzhuang said, his thumb unconsciously rubbing against his index finger. He then instructed, “Uncle Zhang, please go check on it for me.”

Left with nothing to say, Zhang Shan could only nod in acknowledgment, "Understood, Mr. Fu."

After Zhang Shan left, Fu Yunzhuang was alone in the entire villa. He lowered his phoenix eyes and murmured, “So he thought I was going to hit him.”

But if he was afraid, why didn’t Yu He avoid it?

Furrowing his brows, Fu Yunzhuang pondered on the spot for a moment before picking up the landline and dialing a number. He gave two simple instructions: "Keep an eye on Yu Shiquan, and help me get in touch with a psychologist."

The person on the other end of the line was quite talkative. Fu Yunzhuang had only said a few words before the other party started chattering nonstop for a minute.

Fu Yunzhuang’s eyebrows knitted even tighter, “Don’t look for any experts in post-traumatic stress disorder. The only trauma I have is in my lumbar spine. I need someone specialized in adolescent psychology.”

“Adolescents?” The voice on the other end suddenly raised, “I heard you've taken in a very young boy. Is he of age yet?”

A look of annoyance clearly appeared on Fu Yunzhuang’s face, “Your thoughts are really dirty.”

The other party chuckled, “Oh, Fu Yunzhuang, always quiet, but when you make a move, it's a royal flush. You've been single for so many years, and then you go straight for the jackpot.”

Unable to bear it any longer, Fu Yunzhuang hung up first.