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Song Jianchu stared at Mu Ye’s expression in a daze, his heart racing. He didn’t dare to speak again.
Mu Ye restrained himself and bit his fingertip, the coldness in his eyes disappearing. He said gently, “The matching was successful. You won’t need the funeral guest list anymore.”
Mu Ye touched his face and added, “Chu Chu, there’s nowhere you can escape.”
“…”
Mu Ye was terrifying in this way.
Song Jianchu dared not speak any further. He felt that saying something wrong would lead to something terrible happening. He could only obediently lie under Mu Ye’s gaze.
They transferred to the hospital, and Song Jianchu was admitted to the ward to undergo a series of preoperative preparations for bone marrow transplantation. Song Yan also received a notification to undergo a comprehensive examination in preparation for bone marrow donation. They didn’t meet during this period.
The preparations would take about a week.
After that, Song Jianchu would enter the sterile laminar flow ward, where he would undergo post-chemotherapy for bone marrow clearance. The clearance chemotherapy would completely destroy the bone marrow and halt blood production until the transplanted cells started to grow.
On the night of the transfer, Song Jianchu posted a simple Weibo message to calm the emotions of his fans and dispel the rumors completely.
[Song Jianchu v: The matching was successful, don’t worry.]
Fans cried, and their emotions fluctuated like riding a roller coaster within a day.
[Great!! Waiting eagerly.]
[May your vow of abstinence for a year exchange for a successful surgery! [Praying]]
[Son, focus on your treatment. Mom is waiting for you. [Hug]]
[Sobbing, my heart aches for you. Thankfully, the matching was successful. Everything will be fine. [Call]]
[Son, keep it up!!! Mom will always love you!!]
…
It wasn’t Song Jianchu’s fans who made him worry.
It was his boyfriend.
Mu Ye appeared normal in the eyes of others, but Song Jianchu knew him too well. He noticed that Mu Ye was acting unusually calm and didn’t ask or make a fuss after discovering his plan.
Yin Chi could only stay for a short while each time he visited and dared not make eye contact with Mu Ye.
This time, they might not see each other for a month due to his hospitalization, so Song Jianchu decided to explain things in advance.
Before going to sleep, Song Jianchu looked at the person sleeping on the caregiver’s bed and proactively uncovered his own blanket, inviting, “Teacher Mu, let’s sleep together.”
“No.” Mu Ye declined, lying down on the caregiver’s bed. “Be a good boy and sleep early.”
Song Jianchu: “…”
If it were the normal Mu Ye, he wouldn’t be able to resist such temptation. Song Jianchu felt uneasy and sank into deep thoughts.
The ward fell silent.
Song Jianchu clenched the edge of his blanket, his eyes fixed on Mu Ye’s direction as he bit his lip.
Mu Ye had already closed his eyes, not demanding any explanation. Song Jianchu blushed and decided to try coaxing him in a way that Mu Ye liked. He softly called out, “Brother.”
“Mmm.” Mu Ye spoke gently, “Go to sleep.”
“…”
Even repetition didn’t work…
Song Jianchu bit his lip and tried to explain, “Mu Ye, it’s not what you think.”
“What do I think?” Mu Ye lowered his voice, “Your All-Star Funeral Guest List?”
“…”
“Don’t worry, I haven’t thrown it away.” Mu Ye’s tone remained calm. “I’m keeping it for you. It’ll still be usable in seventy years.”
“…”
Mu Ye continued, “No need to be nervous. Chu Chu, it’s normal for someone your age to be a fan. If I hadn’t seen the list, I wouldn’t have known that even young people like you have a liking for fresh meat.”
“…”
It seemed like an explanation, but there was a hint of desolation in his tone.
Song Jianchu couldn’t explain any further.
He sighed inwardly and thought it would be better to explain once Mu Ye’s anger subsided.
Since Mu Ye wasn’t speaking, Song Jianchu suddenly heard him say softly, “If we were five years younger, Chu Chu would be willing to be public with our relationship. It’s a pity we couldn’t be together when we were still considered fresh meat.”
Here it comes.
Song Jianchu clenched the blanket tightly. “No, it’s not because of that.”
“You don’t have to explain,” Mu Ye spoke lightly. “Who doesn’t like a younger body? We’ve always been taking advantage of Chu Chu.”
“…”
“You know the saying.” Mu Ye pondered for a moment and said self-mockingly, “Old bull eats tender grass?”
“…”
Song Jianchu closed his eyes. “Brother.”
“Don’t force yourself.” Mu Ye’s voice sounded lonely. “Indeed, no matter how many years pass, we’ll still be uncles. No wonder you don’t like calling me that. It’s difficult for a strong person. You should call me Uncle Mu.”
“…”
Song Jianchu took a deep breath, sat up, and grabbed a pillow. He heard Mu Ye open his eyes and saw Song Jianchu standing by his bed, holding the pillow.
Song Jianchu’s face was flushed, and he pretended to be calm as he said, “Brother, I want to sleep with you.”
Mu Ye’s gaze slowly swept over Song Jianchu’s face, and his eyes gradually grew deeper.
Mu Ye resisted for a moment but couldn’t resist the temptation. He silently moved aside.
Song Jianchu uncovered the blanket and lay down, turning to the side within the blanket. Blushing, he proactively embraced Mu Ye.
Mu Ye didn’t move and allowed him to hold on.
Song Jianchu buried his burning face in Mu Ye’s shoulder and softly said with a shy tone, “Hug.”
Mu Ye took a deep breath, unable to bear it any longer. He grabbed the hand that was hugging him and bit it, then turned around and pulled the person into his embrace.
Song Jianchu lifted his chin, boldly kissed the corner of Mu Ye’s mouth.
Mu Ye calmly watched him, allowing him to clumsily please and kiss him. His expression gradually softened.
With determination, Song Jianchu pressed his lips against Mu Ye’s.
Mu Ye restrained himself and allowed Song Jianchu to continue. The young man, who had never taken the lead in a kiss before, lightly brushed his soft and tender lips against Mu Ye’s lower lip, and his moist and gentle tongue tentatively explored the seam of his lips.
Mu Ye slightly opened his mouth, allowing Song Jianchu to deepen the kiss. Unable to resist, his hand applied a bit of force as he kneaded the back of the young man’s neck.
Song Jianchu’s kiss was controlled and gentle, exuding his charismatic personality. He had learned all the techniques from exploring with Mu Ye, or rather, Mu Ye had taught him.
Song Jianchu was an excellent student who had accumulated enough experience in their previous intimate moments. Taking the lead in a kiss posed no difficulty for him. In fact, he displayed more dominance than the inexperienced youth from before.
Mu Ye’s eyes gradually blurred, unexpectedly unable to resist the affectionate advances of his younger lover.
Afraid of losing control, Mu Ye leaned back a bit, holding onto Song Jianchu’s wrist in the blanket and said in a low voice, “What do you want to do?”
The young man, with his pure eyes and lips still lingering with warmth, spoke calmly, “To make you happy.”
Mu Ye carefully observed the person in front of him, his eyes filled with restraint. He bit the soft and tender lips that had been kissing him and tightened his grip on the slender wrist. He said, “Chu Chu, you don’t need to do all this.”
“Mmm,” Song Jianchu replied, “It’s not for you. I want to do this.”
Mu Ye suddenly couldn’t get angry anymore.
He let out a soft sigh and gently embraced the person, saying, “Even if you’re like this, I won’t forgive you.”
Song Jianchu said, “Then…”
Mu Ye lowered his head, took a deep breath against the person’s neck, and said, “Once you start, you won’t stop. I hold grudges.”
Song Jianchu said, “Then I’ll slowly coax you.”
“No need,” Mu Ye murmured, rubbing against his shoulder with nostalgia, “I can coax myself. You just need to cooperate when the time comes.”
Song Jianchu remained quiet for a few seconds, not fully understanding what he meant by “cooperate,” but still responded with a “Mmm.”
…
Before Song Jianchu was transferred to isolation, Yin Chi secretly came to see him once.
Yin Chi waited until Mu Ye temporarily left the ward before hurriedly putting on a mask and sneaking in. “Brother, say whatever you need to say. Mu Ye will be back soon.”
Song Jianchu apologized and said, “You don’t have to come near.”
“It’s fine.” Yin Chi looked around nervously. “Say what you need to say and leave quickly.”
“…”
He didn’t even dare to let Mu Ye see Yin Chi up close.
After finding out about the successful match, Yin Chi had come over once. Mu Ye had taken a longer look at him, and at that moment, Yin Chi felt a chill all over his body. Although Mu Ye hadn’t asked him anything after discovering the list, Yin Chi knew that he was Song Jianchu’s only ally in this matter without needing to think about it.
But before Yin Chi decided to help, he had already mentally prepared himself.
Helping someone plan a funeral when their partner was terminally ill—anyone would hate it.
Yin Chi removed his mask and sat down, saying, “You don’t need to worry about Song Yan. I’ve been keeping an eye on him. If he dares to back out at the last minute, I won’t let him off.”
Song Jianchu wasn’t particularly worried.
After all, they had grown up together, and he understood Song Yan quite well.
Song Yan cared about how others viewed him, always pursuing face in his life. The moments when he revealed his true self and fell into emotional turmoil were only exposed in front of Song Jianchu, and his emotional breakdown was just temporary after his bankruptcy. Destroying his reputation, which would seriously impact how others evaluated him, was something he would never do. It would be equivalent to destroying his own capital.
The next day, Song Jianchu was taken to the isolation ward to undergo chemotherapy before and after the hematopoietic stem cell transplantation.
Before entering the ward, he had to remove all his jewelry. Song Jianchu took off the bracelet that Mu Ye had given him and temporarily returned it to him.
“I’ll keep it for you,” Mu Ye said, temporarily wearing the bracelet on his own wrist. He gently touched Song Jianchu’s face and said lovingly, “I’ll give it back to you when you come out.”
Song Jianchu responded, “Okay.”
Based on the recovery time that followed, they would be separated for at least a month.
Both of them stared at each other for a long time, hiding their emotions behind their expressions and not saying too much.
Song Jianchu gazed into those beautiful and warm gray eyes, and he found himself starting to miss the person.
He didn’t know when it had started, but it seemed that he had been infected with a craving for touch.
But it was only directed towards Mu Ye.
If he didn’t embrace him for a day, he would start to long for it. If he couldn’t smell that familiar scent, he would feel empty. He enjoyed the warmth of their skin pressed together and often wanted to indulge in affectionate kisses, feeling at ease only when they slept while holding each other.
His daily habits had changed a lot because of Mu Ye, even his dislike for vegetables had diminished.
As Song Jianchu reminisced, he suddenly realized that he always made Mu Ye wait.
“Teacher Mu,” Song Jianchu made a determined decision and said seriously, “After this last time, we’ll go public.”
Emotions surged in Mu Ye’s eyes. He leaned over the bed and kissed him passionately for several seconds.
When their lips finally separated, Mu Ye raised his head slightly and affectionately rubbed his nose against Song Jianchu’s, unable to bear the anticipation any longer. “Then hurry up.”