After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

"Ah!"

The young man who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa and drawing in a sketchbook suddenly sneezed, and the pen in his hand flew far away.

Sitting in front of the octagonal table and staring at the computer screen, Fu Jincheng, with a gloomy face, immediately stood up, picked up the pen and handed it back to the boy, with the back of his hand resting on his forehead for several seconds.

Fu Jincheng's slightly frowned brows relaxed, but the worry in his eyes could not be stopped:

"I don't have a fever. Did you catch a cold after being blown by the wind on the mountain this morning?"

Wen Yinuo rubbed his still sour nose and shook his head:

"No, my nose just suddenly itches."

Fu Jincheng was still worried: "You were indeed wearing too little when you went to see mom this morning."

"No, I still have to take your temperature."

Wen Yinuo looked at Fu Jincheng's vest and shorts, then looked at his own long-sleeved trousers and his feet in white socks, and his gaze shifted to the sun-drenched yard.

In this weather, he should be wearing more clothes, right?

In less than a minute, Fu Jincheng had found the thermometer and returned.

Looking at the obviously brand new thermometer in the young man's hand, Wen Yinuo's eyes were full of confusion: "Where did you get it from?"

He remembered the previous one at home, but it seemed to be lost?

Fu Jincheng naturally sat next to the boy: "I bought it when I came here yesterday."

In addition to the thermometer, he also brought various household medicines.

As he spoke, he looked up, spun the thermometer around, looked at it carefully, and then pulled Wen Yinuo's right hand.

Wen Yinuo raised his hand in cooperation, but his face looked a bit awkward: "There's really no need for this."

Fu Jincheng kept a straight face and remained unmoved. He watched the boy clamp the thermometer under his armpit and then reached out to press it gently.

"Ten minutes." He stared at Wen Yinuo's eyes seriously, "You can only release it after ten minutes."

Wen Yinuo was not convinced and tried to bargain: "Isn't five minutes enough?"

"That's the minimum." Fu Jincheng's face was more serious than when he signed a contract worth billions. "If you want to be accurate, you have to measure for a full ten minutes."

Wen Yinuo strongly suspected that Fu Jincheng did it on purpose.

But he could find no evidence.

Ten minutes later, Wen Yinuo, who was finally freed, shook his sore arms. He caught a glimpse of Fu Jincheng's increasingly frowning brows from the corner of his eye, and curiously moved closer.

From his angle, he couldn't see the temperature on the thermometer clearly, so he had to ask the young man who was staring at the thermometer with a bad look on his face: "What's wrong?"

Fu Jincheng: "...There is something wrong with this thermometer."

Wen Yinuo took it from him, held it up to the light, and easily saw the temperature he had measured after ten minutes:

35.6.

Well, how should I put it, taller than a dead person.

Fu Jincheng was very dissatisfied with the answer, so he went back to the room and took out another one.

Wen Yinuo: ...

"Brother, it's really not necessary."

If you leave him still for another ten minutes, he'll go crazy.

It's crazy now though.

"Brother, I know you are worried about me." The young man pulled Fu Jincheng's clothes, looking at him with bright eyes without blinking, "But brother, don't you accompany me now?"

"If I were really sick, you would definitely find out right away, right?"

This is true.

Fu Jincheng nodded modestly.

"So." Wen Yinuo's tone was soft as if he was acting coquettishly, "It was just a sneeze, brother, there's no need to be so nervous."

“It’s a common situation.”

To put it another way, he had been tormented by the Gu family for more than a year, so even if he had a severe cold and fever, he would be able to get through it on his own.

After saying a lot of nice things, Fu Jincheng finally gave up the idea of ​​taking his temperature again.

But he did not leave. Instead, he sat next to Wen Yinuo, holding his computer and processing emails.

The computer screen was on, and no matter how much Wen Yinuo tried to ignore it, he could still see the words on it.

He didn't read the email filled with professional terms, he read Fu Jincheng's answer.

More than ten minutes passed, and only one of the processed emails was approved.

The remaining five letters received responses such as "I sprinkle some rice on the keyboard and even a chicken can write better than this"; "If you are a corporate espionage, I suggest you surrender as soon as possible and strive for lenient treatment"; and "I suggest you don't take the elevator or the stairs next time you leave the company, just jump directly."

All in all, his brother's tongue was still as poisonous as ever.

After watching for a few more minutes, the boy, who could already guess how Fu Jincheng would reply, lost interest in reading any further. He turned around, leaned on the young man's shoulder, and continued to sketch in his sketchbook.

After the pencil fell and the sketch was completed, Wen Yinuo suddenly came back to his senses.

He originally wanted to paint a tree he saw when he came back in the morning, but when he put pen to paper, he unconsciously painted Fu Jincheng.

This won't do, Wen Yinuo thought.

Even though in the morning, I heard my brother swear in front of my mother that he would always stay with him.

But Wen Yinuo knew that was impossible.

The reason why his brother can stay with him now is because he is young, not even twenty-two years old.

When he gets older, my brother will fall in love, get married, and have his own family.

By then, he, who has no legal or blood relationship with Fu Jincheng but only emotional brother, will become an outsider.

He would always be alone again.

The boy's heart began to ache as he realized this.

He knew very well that as time passed, it would be normal for Fu Jincheng to fall in love, get married and have children.

But my heart still hurts.

It's not just because after Fu Jincheng has his own family, he will be alone again.

It is also because of the fact that "Fu Jincheng will get married".

This was even more difficult for Wen Yinuo to accept than being alone again.

The boy couldn't understand why, but he just didn't want Fu Jincheng to get married.

But no matter how much he thought about it, Wen Yinuo knew that he had no right to ask Fu Jincheng not to get married and to stay with him forever.

This realization made Wen Yinuo's hands tremble uncontrollably again, and he could no longer hold the things in his hands. The sketchbook and pencil slipped out of his hands at the same time and fell to the ground.

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Let’s take a look at the key time points

Fu: 4 years older than Nobo. Wen Jian picked him up at the beach when he was 8 years old. He was found by the Fu family when he was about to turn 18 and was threatened to be taken back.

Wen: Wen Jian picked him up at the beach when he was 5 years old. Wen Jian died when he was 15. He was taken away by Gu family just after he turned 16.

This is why Mr. Fu calls Nuobao Xiaobao, because Dabao is him (although he refuses to admit it).