Family Bonding

Fu Jinglin looked at the golden egg-fried rice in his hand and felt an overwhelming weight for a moment.

Lin Qiong tilted his head and looked at him, "You have this habit?"

"Yeah." A syllable, heavy and muffled, Fu Jinglin said with a forced smile, "Standing helps with digestion."

He felt bitter for a moment. If he had known that he would be punished by standing and eating leftover rice, he wouldn't have argued with his mom.

Lin Qiong persuaded, "Sit down and eat; standing is uncomfortable."

Fu Jinglin felt grateful in his heart, but since his uncle didn't speak, he didn't dare to sit down. He secretly looked at Fu Xingyun.

Fu Xingyun glanced at him, "Why are you looking at me?"

Fu Jinglin quickly shook his head, "Nothing, nothing."

"Sit if you're told to sit."

After hearing this, Fu Jinglin finally put down his backpack and sat down. Then he placed the plate on the coffee table, and his tall figure squeezed into a small stool as he began to eat with a huffing and puffing sound.

Lin Qiong watched him devouring the food, "How long has it been since you last ate?"

Fu Jinglin lowered his head, stuffing rice into his mouth with three slender fingers.

Lin Qiong was somewhat surprised, "Three days?"

Fu Jinglin took a sip of water and swallowed the rice, "Three hours."

"..."

After a short while, the plate of egg-fried rice was finished. Fu Jinglin, looking at Lin Qiong like a refugee in need, asked, "Is there more?"

Lin Qiong nodded, "Yes, in the pot in the kitchen."

This time, Fu Jinglin learned from the last lesson and didn't speak. Instead, he handed the plate to Lin Qiong with an obvious intention.

The meaning was clear: Give me more.

The man's indifferent voice came, "Don't you have hands?"

Fu Jinglin: ...

In the end, Fu Jinglin, to avoid going back and forth, directly scooped out the remaining egg-fried rice from the pot.

Looking at the mountainous portion in his bowl, Lin Qiong spoke up, "Has your appetite always been this good?"

Fu Jinglin nodded seriously, speaking cautiously, "Although I play sports, I've always been able to eat a lot. I don't know why since I was a kid."

"What else could it be?" Lin Qiong glanced at Fu Xingyun, "It's genetics."

Fu Xingyun: ...

After everyone finished their meal, Fu Xingyun finally looked at him seriously, "What's the reason you're here this time?"

"My mom doesn't understand me!" Fu Jinglin, like an irritable lion, showed a face full of confusion and frustration. "She always forces me to do things I don't want to do, always doesn't understand me. What do you think the reason is?!"

Lin Qiong quietly spoke from the side, "Do you honestly have no clue?"

"..."

Leaving home to roam the Earth, being regarded as foolish and a cash machine, Fu Jinglin justified, "I just don't like her forcing me to do things I don't like."

Fu Xingyun asked, "Such as?"

"Attending extracurricular tutoring classes." Fu Jinglin said seriously, "I feel like I don't need it."

"You still have half a year until the college entrance exam," Fu Xingyun pointed out.

Fu Jinglin said with conviction, "I think tutoring is just a waste of time."

Oh! He's a top student.

Unexpectedly, the eldest nephew, who looks as silly as a Golden Retriever, has quite a bit of internal knowledge.

Lin Qiong, eating grapes, looked at him and asked, "Are you planning to apply to Tsinghua or Peking University?"

Fu Jinglin, feeling a bit embarrassed, scratched his head, "I don't know, but I think both are fine."

"Really?" Lin Qiong asked, "What's your current score then?"

"Three hundred and five."

Lin Qiong's cheeks puffed up in surprise.

Fu Jinglin, with a shy demeanor, looked at him, "Which one do you think is better?"

Lin Qiong remained silent for a while, then patted his shoulder, "Studying is not the only way to make a living."

"..."

Fu Jinglin took out his phone, checked it, and realized that his mother hadn't called. "I don't always act like this. I just hope my mom can solve this problem between us."

Lin Qiong sighed, "Have you ever considered that you might be the problem?"

"..."

Fu Jinglin looked at the two, "Are you both ganging up on a college entrance examinee?!"

Fu Xingyun said, "You can leave."

Fu Jinglin, like a spring, flexed and stretched, "Then you can keep ganging up on me."

Because there were no maids hired by the Fu family, the guest rooms on the first and second floors were always untidy and couldn't be used. Fu Jinglin had to sleep on the sofa, just like last time.

Seeing him proficiently arranging himself on the sofa, Lin Qiong and Fu Xingyun went back to the third floor with peace of mind.

Lin Qiong opened the door for him, "It's getting late; get some rest."

Fu Xingyun: "Next time, when he talks to you, you can just ignore him."

"No problem, I don't mind," Lin Qiong said, "I respect the old and love the young."

Old, Fu Xingyun.

Young, Fu Jinglin.

Fu Xingyun looked at him, "Goodnight."

"Not yet," Lin Qiong said, then hurriedly ran back to his room and came back with a bottle of milk, "Drink this before bed."

"I..." Fu Xingyun began.

"I know," Lin Qiong applied a bit of force to the bottle cap, handed it to him, treating him like a delicate baby, "Drink."

After Fu Xingyun took the milk, Lin Qiong pushed him into the room, saying, "These days, while you were doing rehabilitation, I deliberately learned some massage techniques at the traditional Chinese medicine center. I asked the doctor, and he said it's good to massage a bit before bedtime every day."

Saying that, he brought Fu Xingyun to the bed. Lin Qiong sat on the side, not saying much. He lowered his head and started to hum, gently massaging Fu Xingyun's legs.

The young man looked serious, and his hands were very careful on Fu Xingyun's legs.

"Xingyun, do you feel anything?" Lin Qiong leaned in, lightly pressing his elbow on the acupoints to relieve fatigue, avoiding using too much force.

Fu Xingyun lowered his head to look and was stunned. At this moment, Lin Qiong was wearing loose pajamas, and leaning over him caused the fabric to fall, revealing the fair neck and chest.

Fu Xingyun's Adam's apple rolled, but thinking that the book had not reached this stage, he took a deep breath and turned his head away.

Seeing that Fu Xingyun's complexion didn't look good, and uncertain about his condition, Lin Qiong asked, "Xingyun, do you feel anything now?"

"Xingyun?"

Fu Xingyun closed his eyes, "If you keep doing this, I will."

"Really?!"

Hearing the excited voice of the other party, Fu Xingyun's brows jumped. Lin Qiong rolled up his sleeves, eager to try, "Then let me massage you again."

Saying that, he didn't give Fu Xingyun a chance to refuse and started to work, sometimes leaning over, sometimes tilting to the side.

For a moment, Fu Xingyun looked elsewhere, but his gaze unconsciously fell on Lin Qiong.

After a set of massages, Lin Qiong sweated a bit, and then looked up to see a thin layer of sweat on Fu Xingyun's forehead.

Lin Qiong was a bit surprised, "Xingyun, you're warm too?"

Saying that, he took a few pieces of tissue intending to wipe Fu Xingyun.

Fu Xingyun's voice was hoarse, "I can do it myself."

Lin Qiong acknowledged, but with an expectant look, he asked, "How is it? Do you feel anything?"

"If there's a feeling, I'll massage you every day in the future."

After hearing that, Fu Xingyun swallowed and slowly said, "None."

Lin Qiong felt a bit disappointed after hearing that. "Is that so? Well, I'll continue to learn for a while and give you another massage."

Looking at the sweat on Fu Xingyun's forehead, Lin Qiong said, "Let me push you to take a shower."

He was about to lift the blanket covering Fu Xingyun's waist.

Fu Xingyun stretched out his hand to stop him. "No need."

"Not going?"

Fu Xingyun removed Lin Qiong's hand. "Not for now."

Lin Qiong was a bit surprised. He knew Fu Xingyun's habits better than anyone else. If there was sweat on his body, he would definitely not stay in bed.

Fu Xingyun looked at Lin Qiong with a somewhat unnatural gaze. "I feel something."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiong realized that there was a contradiction. "Is that so? Then let me massage you again."

"No need." Fu Xingyun refused. "You go back and rest first. I can handle it myself."

"You don't have to force yourself."

"No need."

After Lin Qiong left the room, Fu Xingyun breathed a sigh of relief and then got up to go to the bathroom.

An hour later, Fu Xingyun returned to bed with his bedtime reading material.

Rule 10: When interacting with someone you like, you can have exceptions or treat them differently (in a good way). In simple terms, it's double standards. Treat him differently with a unique set of standards, making him feel that you care about him the most!

After reviewing his daily lessons, Fu Xingyun closed the book, turned off the lights, and entered sleep.

The next morning, Lin Qiong woke up as usual. When he went downstairs to cook, he saw that Fu Jinglin was still sound asleep on the sofa.

Lin Qiong remembered that the doctor mentioned the crucial part of today's rehabilitation, so it was likely to be challenging. Therefore, he specially stewed a pot of black-boned chicken soup for him.

Fu Jinglin, who was still unconscious, suddenly woke up at the enticing aroma.

Breakfast!

Lin Qiong continued to cook.

"Hey, what's for breakfast this morning?"

Without even looking at him, Lin Qiong replied, "Congee and buns."

Fu Jinglin pointed with his hand. "What's that?"

"Black-boned chicken soup."

"I want to eat it."

Lin Qiong frowned. "That's for your uncle."

Fu Jinglin retracted his trembling hand, "Can you pretend I didn't say that?"

Not long after, Fu Xingyun also came downstairs.

Seeing Lin Qiong coming out of the kitchen with the soup, Fu Xingyun greeted, "Good morning."

Lin Qiong smiled, "Good morning."

Fu Jinglin also raised his hand, ready to greet.

However, Fu Xingyun pushed the wheelchair and went straight past him.

Fu Jinglin complained, "Uncle, what about me?"

Fu Xingyun glanced at him, "Whatever."

"..."

Do single dogs have no rights?

After breakfast, Lin Qiong planned to take Fu Jinglin out.

Fu Jinglin objected, "It's Sunday today, and I don't have to go to school. I want to stay at home."

Lin Qiong insisted, "No."

"Why?!"

"Your uncle has things to do, and you'll disturb him at home."

Fu Jinglin had to compromise after hearing this.

Once they were out, Fu Jinglin asked, "Where are we going now?"

"To the traditional Chinese medicine clinic."

"Why are we going there?"

Lin Qiong stopped at a red light and said, "To learn a massage."

"That's great. My stomach hasn't been feeling well lately. I can go check it out."

The two arrived at the traditional Chinese medicine clinic, and Lin Qiong skillfully greeted the staff. As the guardian, he decided to accompany Fu Jinglin for a check-up first.

"How is he?"

The doctor pushed his glasses up, "Nothing serious, just a bit of indigestion."

Fu Jinglin frowned, "Doctor, why don't you take another look at me? I feel like there's something else wrong with me."

Lin Qiong: ...

You're not happy unless you're sick?!

The doctor affirmed again, "It's just indigestion, nothing else."

"But the internet says..." Fu Jinglin began.

Lin Qiong raised his hand and gave Fu Jinglin a tap on the head, "Don't rely on the internet for everything."

"Why?" Fu Jinglin asked.

"Because a disease that could be cured in a week will only give you a week to live after reading about it online."