Give Me a Little Pampering

The next day.

Jiang Haochen went to the hospital to see Chi Yuan.

He had originally planned to leave early in the morning, but he had promised yesterday to come see the kittens today, so Jiang Haochen kept his word, changed his flight, and reserved the morning for the trip.

As Jiang Haochen approached the ward door, he ran into Li Weiran.

Li Weiran took the initiative to greet him: "President Jiang."

Jiang Haochen nodded, glanced in the direction of the ward, and said proactively, "Chi Yuan will probably be staying in the hospital for a while. If there are any problems with the follow-up work, you can contact Assistant Chen at any time."

Actors need exposure, especially rising stars like Chi Won. If the exposure isn't sustained, their popularity can easily drop.

Listening to Jiang Haochen's words, Li Weiran felt that he still cared about Chi Yuan and wasn't too much of a jerk: "Don't worry, President Jiang, I will arrange the follow-up work."

Jiang Haochen knew Li Weiran's work ability, so he didn't say anything more and nodded, saying, "I'll go in and see Chi Yuan."

"President Jiang," Li Weiran called out to Jiang Haochen, "If it's convenient, would you like to chat for a bit longer?"

Jiang Haochen nodded, and the two walked to the end of the corridor. After confirming that no one was around, Li Weiran spoke.

"President Jiang, Chi Yuan's injuries may not fully recover to their previous state." Li Weiran came over this morning and went to see the doctor again to check on the situation. The doctor also said that Chi Yuan would be left with some scars, but they wouldn't be too serious. It's not that it's impossible to completely remove the scars, but the process will take a long time, and Chi Yuan is currently in a rising phase, so time is of the most important thing.

Besides, injuries are inevitable when filming, and it can't happen every time in the future. So after thinking it over, she decided to talk to Jiang Haochen.

Jiang Haochen's expression changed immediately upon hearing this: "What happened to Chi Yuan? Has his condition worsened? What did the doctor say?"

Li Weiran: "No, the situation has not worsened. When I said it was irreversible, I meant that his injuries might leave scars after they heal."

Jiang Haochen was speechless. What was all this about? "Isn't this normal? As long as the scar isn't on his face, it shouldn't have a big impact on his career."

Li Weiran: "Yes, but doesn't this have an impact on you?"

Jiang Haochen: "???"

Seeing that Jiang Haochen's puzzled expression seemed genuine, Li Weiran tentatively asked, "Didn't you say you wouldn't let Chi Yuan...?"

Li Weiran realized something was wrong halfway through her sentence and stopped talking.

Jiang Haochen: "What did I say?"

Having laid the groundwork for so long, Li Weiran had no choice but to change her wording: "Chi Yuan is very afraid of having scars on his body, saying he's afraid you won't like him anymore."

Jiang Haochen frowned slightly: "How could he have such a thought?"

Suddenly, something occurred to him, and a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

Li Weiran had initially thought she had misunderstood him, but now she realized it was indeed his fault: "President Jiang, given your relationship with Chi Yuan, it's inevitable that he'll care a lot about your thoughts. If you're not too bothered by some things, why don't you talk to him about them?"

Jiang Haochen nodded: "I understand."

After the two finished talking, Jiang Haochen went into the ward. At this time, Chi Yuan was drinking porridge. Perhaps because he was sick, he didn't have much of an appetite and ate it bite by bite with a droopy face.

But when Xiao Zhao called out "President Jiang," Chi Yuan seemed to come back to life like withered grass blown by a spring breeze.

"Mr. Jiang, you've arrived." Although Jiang Haochen had said yesterday that he would come to see him again, Chi Yuan was still pleasantly surprised when he actually came.

"Just finished eating?" Jiang Haochen asked casually.

"I'm done eating," Chi Yuan said hurriedly.

"You need to eat more so your injury will heal faster."

Chi Yuan nodded obediently.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Jiang Haochen discovered that Chi Yuan was far too obedient, so obedient that she didn't seem like a kept woman at all. The mistresses that Cui Dong kept were only obedient in public; in private, they would act coquettish and pitiful, exaggerating their sacrifices. But Chi Yuan was obedient both in public and in private. Although she would ask Li Weiran for some resources, her requests were never excessive, and she didn't seem to throw a tantrum whether Jiang Haochen gave them to her or not.

Jiang Haochen suddenly became curious about what Chi Yuan would look like when she acted cute.

"Chi Yuan, show me how to act cute."

Chi Yuan let out a bewildered "Ah."

Xiao Zhao sensed that something he didn't want to see would appear, so he quietly went out the door and then dutifully stood guard at the door.

For some reason, Jiang Haochen found Chi Yuan's reaction quite amusing: "You don't?"

When it came to Jiang Haochen's request, Chi Yuan didn't even consider whether he could do it or not; he simply had to fulfill it.

Being an actor, his reaction was incredibly quick. Glancing at the unfinished porridge by the bedside, Chi Yuan almost blurted out, "Mr. Jiang, could you feed me some porridge?"

Jiang Haochen had seen a similar request once before, when Chi Yuan had asked for a hamburger. But that time, it was more like flirting than coquetry; the boy knew he liked Jiang Haochen's body, so he spoke with confidence. This time, however, he was clearly less confident.

Is she afraid of being rejected?

This wasn't a very successful attempt at being affectionate, but Jiang Haochen felt a lump in his throat as he listened: "Okay."

When Jiang Haochen actually took the thermos and fed him spoonful by spoonful, Chi Yuan was still a little incredulous. With each sip, he would glance at Jiang Haochen.

Jiang Haochen lightly pinched his cheek, annoyed: "Why are you staring at me like that? Do you think I'm some side dish for your porridge?"

Chi Yuan quickly shook his head, then averted his eyes, not daring to look at Jiang Haochen again.

Jiang Haochen felt even more helpless. While Chi Yuan used to be somewhat reserved in his presence, he wasn't this cautious. It seemed Li Weiran was right; Chi Yuan was genuinely worried that he would be disgusted by the scars on his body.

Jiang Haochen: "I really miss your cooking. Cook me another meal when you're healed."

Mr. Jiang likes the food he cooks.

"it is good."

Feeling affirmed, Chi Yuan happily agreed.

Insecure people need more affirmation than others.

Jiang Haochen recalled a sentence he had seen somewhere and decided to give Chi Yuan more reassurance: "The doctor said you will have scars on your body."

The smile on the boy's face suddenly froze.

"I...I will..."

Jiang Haochen interrupted him: "I said I like your body, so you think I won't like you anymore just because you have scars?"

Chi Yuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the worry in his eyes said it all.

Jiang Haochen sighed. How could someone survive in this industry if they exposed their weaknesses so clearly? What if he used the scar on the other person's body to weaken the resources promised to him?

"I didn't want to tell you this in the hospital, but..." Jiang Haochen put down the thermos, leaned close to Chi Yuan's ear, and whispered, "I love your body, the ( ) fit, the feel of your embrace, your soft sobs, your curled toes, your misty eyes, and..."

Looking at the boy's ears, which were so red they were almost dripping blood, Jiang Haochen uttered the last five words: "Red ear tips."

"Mr. Jiang... Mr. Jiang." Chi Yuan was completely charmed and turned pink.

Jiang Haochen was amused by the boy's reaction and burst out laughing.