Chapter 1101: Not Wanting a Threesome

"A Heng, why did you suddenly get a stomach flu? Was it because you ate something unclean yesterday? You really must be more careful with what you eat in the summer; look at how much you're suffering now."

Even though these were all words of concern, Qi Heng didn't like hearing them and just wanted him to leave early.

But it wasn't easy to say so directly, after all, the person had come to visit him.

"Thanks, I'll be careful in the future. Qi Tian, you're so busy every day yet you still come to see me; I'm really sorry. You should go back; I have people here to take care of me."

"That works too."

He prepared to leave, but he wasn't prepared to leave alone. Yun Qitian said to Shi Ran, "There are people here to take care of A Heng, let's go. The Museum closes in an hour, we can still make it if we go now."

Qi Heng:...

He was so angry he nearly fainted on the spot!

"I'm not going. There will be plenty of opportunities to go in the future. I want to stay and take care of A Heng," Shi Ran refused.

"Is that so..."

Yun Qitian looked troubled: "Actually, since A Heng isn't feeling well, we really shouldn't go, but today is the last day of the special exhibition. It would be a pity to miss it; there might not be another chance."

Shi Ran's expression held a trace of hesitation; she wanted to go.

But she couldn't rest easy leaving Qi Heng lying in the hospital all alone and pitiful, so she steeled her heart: "If there's no chance, then there's no chance. Life always has some regrets; how can everything go as one wishes? I'm not going."

Yun Qitian: "You're right. Then none of us will go see it. Actually, it's the same wherever good friends are. Looking at Blue and White Porcelain isn't as important as looking after A Heng. We'll all stay here and keep him company."

Qi Heng:...

He only wanted Shi Ran to keep him company; he didn't need Yun Qitian there too.

Looking at Shi Ran again, although she had a smile on her face and said she had no regrets, her eyes betrayed her heart; she wanted to go see it.

He couldn't let her be disappointed, so he sat up from the hospital bed: "Let's go. We can still make it if we go now. Let's go to the Museum."

Shi Ran refused: "Don't mess around. Just lie properly in your hospital bed. You're sick like this, what kind of museum are you going to? Don't go."

"Go, we must go."

He was very insistent, and with Yun Qitian on the side constantly fanning the flames, saying that boys have strong bodies and they would be back after just one hour, so there wouldn't be any problems.

So she agreed, and the three of them left the hospital for the Museum.

Along the way, Qi Heng's complexion grew worse and worse.

His head was dizzy and swollen; he felt incredibly uncomfortable.

Shi Ran worried: "How about we just go back? A Heng, are you sure you can hold on? No, don't force it."

Yun Qitian: "A Heng was fine yesterday, how did he get a fever so suddenly today? I suggest you get a full body check-up; it's better. Sudden death is becoming more common among young people now, there's no harm in taking precautions early..."

Qi Heng thought to himself: Sudden death your grandfather!

He forced himself to perk up, deliberately putting on an appearance of being fine: "I'm fine. People get sick from eating all sorts of things; even plants get sick, let alone people. It's just a small cold, no need to make a big deal out of it and say such unpleasant things."

Actually, Yun Qitian had no malicious intent.

His mother, Ma Ling'er, was a doctor, and she often said similar things at home. He didn't think speaking like this was malicious or a curse.

But Qi Heng was from L Country and cared more about these things.

Shi Ran understood both of them and hurriedly smoothed things over, diverting the topic to something else.

They arrived at the Museum.

It was already close to closing time. The three of them went in and didn't have time to look at other artifacts, heading straight for the Blue and White Porcelain.

Yun Qitian indeed hadn't lied; this piece was different from the collection in their home. It was named Descending Immortal Painting.

A thin immortal with a long beard stepped on colorful auspicious clouds, with a sturdy, fierce tiger lying beside him.

Beneath his feet were endless rolling mountains, and a group of people were kneeling and worshipping below!

It was vivid and lifelike.

"This piece of Blue and White Porcelain represents the supremacy of royal power at the time, and the people's beautiful wish for peace and favorable weather..." The guide explained it very well, making perfect sense.

Shi Ran and Yun Qitian were listening very attentively, but Qi Heng felt the sounds around him growing more and more distant.

It felt as if his feet had no roots; he collapsed limply!

When he woke up again, he found he was back in the hospital.

Shi Ran was sitting beside him, holding his hand, the tear tracks on her face not yet dry.

Ah, how comfortable!

He was very happy.

Shi Ran rarely shed tears. Being able to cry for him showed that he held a very important place in her heart, at least more important than Yun Qitian.

He really wished this moment could be frozen forever; let time stop moving forward, let this beautiful moment stay forever.

But imagination is imagination after all; it simply couldn't be done.

Yun Qitian arrived.

"A Heng hasn't woken up yet?"

Shi Ran nodded: "Not yet. This whole thing is my fault. He only forced himself to go to the Museum because he saw I liked it. How could I not know him? He has no interest in those things at all."

"Don't blame yourself, it has nothing to do with you. Ranran, you've been guarding here for several hours, go home and rest. I'll take the night shift."

Qi Heng:...

He was unwilling.

He couldn't pretend anymore. He opened his eyes, feigning that he had just woken up: "How did I get to the hospital?"

"A Heng, you're awake? That's great."

Shi Ran was pleasantly surprised and asked with concern: "Are you thirsty? Do you feel better? You scared us to death this afternoon."

"You fainted at the Museum. Thanks to Qitian for carrying you out and sending you to the hospital. If it were just the two of us, I wouldn't have been able to carry you."

Qi Heng thought to himself: If it weren't for him constantly egging you on to go to the Museum, would I have ended up sick, would I have fainted?

But while he could think this in his heart, he could not say it out loud.

"Thank you; I didn't expect you to be so strong."

Qi Heng is one meter eighty-four, both tall and sturdy.

Yun Qitian is half a head shorter than him and relatively thin and weak, so carrying him out was indeed exhausting.

"No need to thank me, you aren't as heavy as I imagined, but A Heng, after you recover, you really should strengthen your exercise; you look very sturdy..." He didn't finish the second half of the sentence; it wouldn't have sounded good.

With Yun Qitian swaying before his eyes, Qi Heng felt a sense of stuffiness in his heart.

Yet he wouldn't stop, incessantly giving advice that seemed to be for his own good, but every word was a stab to the heart!

"It's getting late, you should go back; thank you for coming to see me." Qi Heng issued an order to leave.

Yun Qitian: "I'll stay tonight to take care of you."

"No need, no need."

He repeatedly declined: "There is a caregiver here, I don't need you."

Good grief, if Yun Qitian stayed, he could be angered into illness even if he weren't sick; he had to leave quickly.

"Alright, Ranran, let's go back." Yun Qitian wasn't leaving alone; he wanted to take Shi Ran with him.

"I'll stay, you go back; it's getting late," Shi Ran said.

Yun Qitian: "It's not convenient for a girl like you to take care of a boy at night; I should stay, or perhaps we should both stay."

"Qitian is right, it's not convenient for a girl like you; go home with your mother in a while." Sheng Hanyu appeared at the doorway.

Qi Heng lives in their home; it was impossible for the couple not to care now that he was hospitalized.

They had come once in the afternoon, and the caregiver said the three of them had gone to the Museum; they had assumed he was better since he went out, so they didn't pay much attention, but it turned out he fainted at the Museum and was carried back.

Not only did Sheng Hanyu and his wife come, but Sheng Zichen also arrived at the same time.