He misses you.

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Cen Wu already felt a slight fever on the way home, but once inside, his forehead was burning hot, and his eyelids showed a sickly flush of red.

Guan Xingxue was terrified. Cen Wu had always been frail since childhood. She had long suspected that the harsh conditions of the mountain hospital where he was born had left him with some lingering illness.

“Where is Dr. Lu?” Cen Junshan asked the butler to fetch him.

Cen Wu’s mind was foggy, the high fever unrelenting, his whole body aching to the bone. His cheeks were flushed red but his complexion was pale upon closer inspection, and his hands and feet were cold. Supported carefully, he was laid down on the bed.

Dr. Lu happened to be at the Cen residence and quickly arrived to administer an IV. Guan Xingxue anxiously touched his forehead, then held his hand firmly to prevent him from moving during the injection.

Cen Wu’s eyelashes were damp and drooping; his body ached and burned, his head throbbed, yet he did not sweat.

Guan Xingxue’s concern made him uneasy.

After all, Cen’s parents were not the kind to neglect their own child for the sake of a fake young master’s facade. Their kindness was built on the belief that he was their biological son.

The original child they had raised for seventeen or eighteen years could not have been devoid of any affection. Yet when the paternity test came out in the original story, they decisively abandoned the original child.

As long as Xie Guilan still hated him, the Cen family was the sharpest blade in Xie Guilan’s hands, capable of sending him to the sharks in an instant.

Guan Xingxue was an award-winning actress with a dazzling and flamboyant appearance, decisive and efficient. Cen Junshan had steered the Cen corporation for decades with a steady and shrewd hand.

Cen Xiao, just in his twenties, had already become the general manager of Cen Corporation, with the company’s focus gradually shifting under Cen Junshan’s guidance to his hands.

Xie Guilan needed no further introduction—the original story’s male lead, who ruthlessly destroyed everyone who had wronged him.

Currently, Huai Jing was almost a stalemate between the Cen and Xie families, with others following suit and taking sides, none as dominant.

But in the end, Xie Guilan absorbed the entire Xie family and deliberately or inadvertently suppressed Cen Corporation, showing no mercy in his path to power—blood ties meant nothing compared to the blood and bones left in his wake. He was more ruthless than any villain.

In short, the Cen family did not harbor freeloaders.

He was the only weakling.

Amid the high fever, Cen Wu quietly pulled the blanket to cover half of his face, revealing only a pair of watery, feverish eyes.

“Save me.”

He truly did not want to die.

“What’s wrong, little treasure?” Guan Xingxue thought he was uncomfortable and hurriedly bent down to stroke his cheek. “Still have a headache?”

Cen Wu struggled to shake his head and said, “Mom… you should go rest.”

Guan Xingxue was still worried. Cen Junshan had a few contracts to handle, so she decided to stay with Cen Wu for the time being. After Cen Junshan finished his work and came to relieve her, she finally went downstairs to eat.

Cen Wu wanted to resist. He didn’t dare let Cen Junshan and his wife take care of him, but darkness kept clouding his vision. Exhausted and weak, he drifted into sleep.

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He woke several times in between, was helped to sit up by Cen Xiao to take some medicine, then fell back asleep.

Though stern in words, Cen Junshan spoiled Cen Wu more than Guan Xingxue did. He sensed something was wrong with Cen Wu tonight and asked Dr. Lu, “Why the sudden fever?”

“The young master has been too stressed lately,” Lu Yan pondered, “It seems to be exhaustion.”

Cen Junshan then recalled the report card the homeroom teacher had posted in the group chat—Cen Wu’s weekly exam scores had improved significantly.

He reached out to touch Cen Wu’s forehead.

He felt torn—he wanted Cen Wu to be sensible, yet not too mature. After he and Guan Xingxue were gone, Cen Xiao would still be there for Cen Wu. The child was delicate and timid, but luckily, they could protect him for life.

Cen Wu didn’t wake fully until the next afternoon, still with a fluctuating fever. He stuck a cooling patch on his forehead.

Upon waking, he saw a message from Lu Wang, asking why he hadn’t gone to school, and he replied.

Meng Liangping was still lecturing on stage. Lu Wang stealthily checked his phone, thinking the homeroom teacher hadn’t noticed. After hesitating, he decided to tell Xie Guilan.

He covered his mouth and whispered, “Brother Xie, Brother Xie, Wu Wu is sick.”

He still thought Cen Wu was dating Xie Guilan because he had discovered something terrifying—Cen Wu had never denied it, and neither had Xie Guilan.

Wasn’t that scary enough?!

Xie Guilan, however, remained indifferent, his cold lashes lowered as if he hadn’t heard a word.

Lu Wang met Xie Guilan’s cold gaze and dared not say more. He figured there must be some unavoidable reason between Cen Wu and Xie Guilan, but it was fine—he would protect his brother’s love.

Wrapped in a blanket and curled up on the sofa, Cen Wu’s face was still flushed pink despite the cooling patch and high fever.

Cen Junshan and his wife were busy and were supposed to go to the company, but they stayed with him all day. When Cen Wu felt slightly better in the evening, they reluctantly left after he persuaded them.

But Cen Xiao was still home, and the old butler remained by his side.

Just as Cen Wu was about to pour himself a glass of water, the butler, dressed in his black tailcoat, hurried over in a single stride.

“Young master, your humble servant has arrived again.”

Cen Wu: “...”

Feeling weak and miserable, unable to run away, he could only let someone take care of him.

After dinner, he slept for a while. When he woke past eleven at night, he found another message from Lu Wang.

[Lu Wang: Take good care of yourself. I’ll miss you. Brother Xie just said he misses you too.]

Cen Wu: “...”

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Cen Wu: ???

He thought his fever had fried his brain. Xie Guilan would never miss him; if anything, Xie Guilan wanted to strangle him.

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He sent Lu Wang a threatening emoji.

Lu Wang was actually a well-behaved kid who wouldn’t lie. After stammering for a while, he told Cen Wu the truth.

[Lu Wang: Isn’t it enough that I tricked you?]

[Lu Wang: But Xie Guilan keeps staring at your seat. He thinks I don’t notice, but I know everything.]

Mainly because Xie Guilan’s gaze was like a cold knife. Maybe he didn’t mean to hurt Cen Wu, but those dark, enchanting eyes always carried a harsh chill. When Cen Wu wasn’t around, Lu Wang nearly cried.

Cen Wu was stunned.

No way.

Was Xie Guilan really waiting for him?

How could he approach and embrace a cold-blooded, bloodthirsty beast without getting bitten?

Before he could think further, his phone vibrated again. This time, it was a message from A Ling.

Cen Wu instantly tensed. A Ling hadn’t sent him any more photos of his abs, perhaps realizing he wasn’t interested. Now, suddenly messaging, he worried it was about Xie Guilan.

Opening it confirmed his fears.

[A Ling: Second Young Master, can you come to Blue Night? I think there are a few suspicious people near the back door.]

Cen Wu had just recovered from his fever, his legs still weak, but he shakily got up and hurried to get dressed.

Fortunately, Cen Junshan and his wife were not home; Cen Xiao didn’t supervise him strictly and would cover for him somewhat.

Cen Wu hailed a car straight to Blue Night. In the dim, cold night, he called Xie Guilan, but Xie Guilan immediately hung up, doing so several times in a row.

He sent Xie Guilan a message.

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[I came to find you. Where are you now?]