Chapter 1093: Gentle Neighbor's Drama Queen Sweetheart 21

Xue Yuanjing was unwilling.

Even while being held by the bodyguards, he struggled desperately, saying over and over that it was about the past, still thinking Xu You was just throwing a tantrum.

Such an idea was too deeply ingrained; Xue Yuanjing almost forgot that, when they were together, the person he had painstakingly pursued for a long time and could not let go of was never Xu You.

Zhongyu Yu had Jin Chen's protection, so Xue Yuanjing dared not cause trouble; the only recourse left was to beg Xu You for forgiveness.

But he simply couldn't do that.

Xu You remained unmoved from start to finish, watching him cry and shout like a madman.

"Mr. Xu…"

Zhou Yao, who had been stitched twice, opened the ward door; likely due to the pain, his face was pallid, making him look somewhat pitiful.

He glanced at Xue Yuanjing being held by the bodyguards, then timidly walked over to Xu You, seeming afraid.

"I haven't caused you any trouble, have I?"

"No," Xu You pinched his brow, looking at the boy's pitiful appearance; both times he'd been injured were because of himself, and he couldn't bear it.

"Go rest; this has nothing to do with you."

"... What do you mean it has nothing to do with him! If it weren't for his sudden appearance, how could you even ignore me like this!"

Xue Yuanjing roared again, like a mad dog, feeling the scene before him painfully glaring.

"Throw him out." Xu You said coldly.

Several bodyguards exerted force at once, lifting Xue Yuanjing up without letting him agree or disagree, and strode toward the elevator.

The elevator doors closed, and Xue Yuanjing's shrill cries finally faded.

Xu You let out a breath, and saw Zhou Yao still wearing a guilty expression: "Don't overthink it; I just happened to want to break up."

"Your wound has just been bandaged; I'm the one who should feel guilty."

Zhou Yao quickly shook his head: "It's not your fault."

He and Zhou Yao entered the ward together; the doctor repeatedly warned that the wound must not be injured again, that the dressing should be changed often and kept dry.

The orderly kept apologizing, saying he had failed to protect the patient; Xu You didn't say much and simply fired him.

While talking with the doctor, Xu You saw Zhou Yao beside him always sitting on the bed with his head down, his expression fallen and confused.

"I'll get you a better orderly."

Zhou Yao clutched the blanket and said softly, "No trouble, Mr. Xu; I want to be discharged."

Seeing this, the doctor added, "You'll still need a few days before discharge."

Zhou Yao's expression grew even more distressed.

Xu You thought for a moment, then asked, "I've already arranged leave for you; why do you want to be discharged?"

Zhou Yao glanced at the doctor and declared firmly, "At night the ward is empty; I'm scared."

"I thought Mr. Xu would stay with me… Sorry, I was overthinking."

Xu You, being gazed at by the tall youth's moist eyes: "..."

He stood there, thought for a while, and proposed, "For these few days you can stay in the hospital; afterward you'll come stay with me, and I'll take responsibility until you recover."

"Thank you, Mr. Xu!"

Zhou Yao's eyes lit up in an instant.

But Xu You never expected that his moment of soft-heartedness would actually change his subsequent life.

Four days later, Zhou Yao was finally allowed to be discharged.

Xu You personally drove to pick him up and returned to one of his properties.

After moving in, Zhou Yao behaved well; within a few days he had made the nanny overflow with maternal affection, and even Xue Yuanjing, whom they had previously struggled to find pleasing, now disliked him.

Xu You observed this, thinking the person was indeed well‑behaved, except… he sometimes wasn't very obedient.

For example, right now.

Zhou Yao held a half‑box of collapsed building blocks and carefully knocked on the study door.

"Mr. Xu, I just didn't have strength in my hand and accidentally knocked it over."

His tone was so pitiful, as if afraid of being scolded.

But once or twice could be coincidence; more than that wasn't. Xu You gave Zhou Yao's box of building blocks a meaningful look.

It happened to be the one they had built together when he and Xue Yuanjing were dating, and it had remained upstairs ever since.

And in these few days, the boy had already, by 'accident,' broken several items that were traces left by Xue Yuanjing.

Even this could be dug up; it was thorough enough.

But those blinking eyes made Xu You feel a twinge of wanting to argue with a child.

The youth standing at the doorway held the box of building blocks, his arms trembling; Xu You resignedly said, "Just throw it away if you knocked it over."

"If you keep dropping things like that, the wound on your back will tear open again."

Zhou Yao swooped the building‑block box into the trash, then pulled out cotton swabs and ointment from his pocket.

"Mr. Xu, are you going to help me apply the medicine?"

A shift from pitiful to delighted tone needed only one sentence from Xu You.

Xu You: "I didn't mean that… never mind, bring it over."

Zhou Yao grabbed a low stool, sat in front of him, took off his hoodie, revealing strong back muscles, the wound wrapped in pure white gauze.

Xu You lowered his eyes, took the cotton swab, lifted the gauze, and carefully applied the medicine.

It was a little itchy.

Zhou Yao dared not move; he merely tensed his muscles subtly, his gaze wandering aimlessly around the study, looking for anything else.

Boss Jin had said to erase all traces of Xue Yuanjing's existence, so Xu You wouldn't constantly be reminded of that familiar person in familiar places.

Zhou Yao thought the boss was right.

Speaking of… the boss just said yesterday that Xu You was going to attend a banquet.

He pinched his fingers, sniffed a cold fragrance at the tip of his nose—it was Xu You's scent; after these days of eating and living together, the smell had become very familiar.

He was thinking about how to go to the banquet together when he heard Xu You happen to speak.

"Right, I have a banquet tonight, it's a bit far, I won't be coming back tonight."

Zhou Yao's heart stirred slightly, and suddenly he had an idea.

He turned around, placed both arms on Xu You's knees, his gaze sad, like a stray puppy.

"I'll wait for Mr. Xu at home; if I can't see him tonight… then… see you tomorrow."

"……As you wish."

Xu You avoided his gaze, feeling a bit ill at ease.

He knew too well that if this throbbing were left unchecked, it would turn into something.

So he patted his hair, saying, "Get up, go write your thesis."

Zhou Yao: "……"

If I had known, I wouldn't have revealed my true identity! Injured and still have to write a thesis! And Xu You happens to be a top student, can't stand him copying and pasting while muddling through.

He drooped his head, dejected, leaving the Study while looking back every few steps.

Oh no, if this goes on, Xu You won't really think of him as a brother, will he?

That won't do; he has to ask the boss for help.

Zhou Yao returned to his room and clacked away typing to Jin Chen..

Zhou Yao: Boss, something's wrong! Mr. Xu supervises my thesis writing every day, urging me to study hard… this progress isn't right, orz.

Jin Chen, upon receiving the message: "……"

He hissed, feeling a bit headachy.

If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have chosen based only on looks.

How did I end up choosing an idiot!

I taught him all the methods, yet still managed to turn chasing someone into one-on-one tutoring.

He hesitated a moment, then replied.

Jin Chen: Xue Yuanjing will probably cause trouble at the banquet; handle it yourself.

After replying, he tossed his phone aside and glanced at the time.

At this time, Zhongyu Yu should be up.

Jin Chen finished the coffee in his cup, washed it casually, then held the invitation and rang the doorbell opposite.