Chapter 63: “I’m Afraid He’d Be Worried.”

After Yu Qinghuan said publicly at the roadshow that he had fallen for someone, his friends all broke into a sweat with fright.

Many fans had a desire to monopolize their idols. They simply could not accept the fact that their idols were in in a relationship or married. In such cases, those idols would not only lose fans but may even gain lots of antis.

But miraculously, what they feared did not happen at all.

Seeing the video of the roadshow posted on the movie's official Weibo, most of Yu Qinghuan's fans felt strangely relieved.

[I'm really happy for Qinghuan. He'd been alone for so many years. He must be happy now to be with someone he likes.]

[As long as Qinghuan is happy, I will have no objections whoever he likes!]

[I don't know if that person knows Qinghuan's thoughts. I hope she likes Qinghuan, too. Pray for Qinghuan. Hope they can go smoothly.]

[I have always wanted someone to come into his life to care for him as a substitute of his parents. And now that person finally appears. To be honest, I'm a little bit jealous, but more supportive, as long as Qinghuan is happy.]

…

Fortunately Yu Qinghuan had insisted that he would not take the route as fresh meat, and it turned out his choice was right. Therefore, his fans basically did not identify themselves as his "girlfriends". Even if his love affair was exposed now, it would not affect his career so much.

"Fortunately, he hasn't caused any big trouble." Huo Rong put down his cell phone and breathed a sigh of relief.

As a boss, he actually disliked such an actor like Yu Qinghuan who announced his relationship without consulting the company ahead of time. However, he had no choice since the other party of this relationship was his little brother.

Even among the whole entertainment circle, there were very few men and women would choose to put their relationships above the table, let alone two men.

So it seemed that Yu Qinghuan really put his younger brother at the top of his heart since he chose to do so.

Huo Rong glanced enviously at Huo Qu and sighed in his heart: Fortune favored fools.

"Qu'er, don't stick to your mobile phone." Said Huo Rong after coming to his mind. Seeing Huo Qu staring at the mobile phone all morning, he couldn't help saying, "It may hurt your eyes."

Yu Qinghuan had not been at home these days. His mother had finally persuaded Huo Qu to return home this weekend. But Huo Qu either stared at his silly fish or looked down at his cell phone.

Huo Rong frowned. When did his brother become an internet addict?

Huo Qu ignored him, his eyes still fixed on the screen.

Huo Rong had no choice but to walk over and push him, "Stop playing with your phone, do you hear me?" Only after getting closer did he find Huo Qu was watching the video of Yu Qinghuan's roadshow.

"Why are you still indulging in Yu Qinghuan's videos since you meet him every day?"

"Ah…" The words 'Yu Qinghuan' finally drew Huo Qu's attention away from it. He smiled shyly and said with embarrassment, "But Qinghuan is not by my side now."

Huo Rong did not understand, "So what? Isn't he coming back in another week?" You miss him so much?"

"But he would not be not here these days," Huo Qu was very stubborn. He stretched out his hand and touched Yu Qinghuan's smiling face on the screen. His eyes were full of sweetness, "I want to see him every day."

Huo Rong, "…"

Huo Rong inexplicably felt stuck in his heart.

The roadshow for the movie had a very tight schedule. Yu Qinghuan and his team would travel among 13 major cities throughout the country in two weeks, all the way from the southernmost to the northernmost.

At the beginning of May, the temperature difference between the north and the south was still large, and the roadshow was too exhausting, so the crew began to fall sick one after another. At first, only a few people felt ill, but in the end, it became a common phenomenon, even Zhao Qingyuan fell sick.

Yu Qinghuan took Zhao Qingyuan's temperature and it had risen to 100.4°F.

Although it was considered as low fever, Zhao Qingyuan was horrified and almost jumped up from the bed, "what the fuck! Why is my temperature so high? Oh shit! There will be a roadshow tomorrow night! This is killing me!"

"Don't make a fuss." Yu Qinghuan put down the thermometer and pushed him back to bed, "I'll cook you a bowl of ginger soup, you drink some and may feel better after sweating."

"No way!" Zhao Qingyuan shook his head on hearing the words ginger soup.

As long as there were ginger slices in the dishes, he would not be able to stand it, let alone ginger soup.

"You can try to refuse it." Yu Qinghuan threw his dagger eyes toward him, "If you dare to do so, I'll double the ginger."

Hearing this, Zhao Qingyuan immediately surrendered with no bones. He shrank his shoulder in horror, even his voice went down, "Okay, okay, I'll just drink it, but promise you won't double it for me, will you?"

Yu Qinghuan snorted, poured him a cup of warm water and put it on the bed head, then returned to his own room.

Since there were many people got sick in the film crew these days, ginger was not difficult to find.

Yu Qinghuan cut ginger shreds with a fruit knife, boiled a pot of ginger soup with an electric kettle, and stared at Zhao Qingyuan drinking a large bowl.

"Don't play with the cell phone." Yu Qinghuan took away Zhao Qingyuan's cell phone from his hand and wrapped him tightly with a quilt without any leakage of air. "Wrap it tightly to make yourself sweat."

"I know." Zhao Qingyuan's voice came inside the quilt and sounded gloomy.

He had plenty of friends, but Qinghuan was the only one who took care of him like that.

Although he thought the ginger soup unpleasant to drink and hated the heavy quilt and Yu Qinghuan's refusal to let him play with his mobile phone, the feeling of being cared for by a friend did warm his heart.

He had an awkward personality. He clearly thanked Yu Qinghuan in the heart for his kindness but still insisted on speaking in a mean tone. "Qinghuan, I think you are the material to be a kindergarten teacher."

"Oh," said Yu Qinghuan coldly, glancing at the large 'cocoon' on the bed, "Sure. I am looking after a giant baby right now."

Giant baby Zhao Qingyuan, "…"

Zhao Qingyuan's physical quality was good. After sweating, the fever quickly subsided and he looked more energetic than ever before. Instead, when Yu Qinghuan went back that night, he started to feel kind of uncomfortable.

He felt thirsty all the time. Even if he drank water continuously, his lips were still dry and flaky.

"The weather in this city is too dry," Yu Qinghuan put down his glass and licked his lips.

"No, I think it's quite humid." Yu Xin looked at him, puzzled, "The air humidity is over 70% today."

Yu Qinghuan got caught in a daze for a moment, "Is it? But why I always feel so thirty?"

Yu Xin didn't take it seriously. He just thought Qinghuan was too thirsty and even reminded him, "Drink less water at night, otherwise, you will get up edema in the morning, and those paparazzi would take ugly photos of you."

Yu Qinghuan nodded and obediently put down the glass.

After reaching the middle of the night, Yu Qinghuan started to burn and his body temperature soared to 102.2 ℉.

He got no antipyretic by his side and felt embarrassed to wake Yu Xin up for such a small matter. There was still a lot of ginger soup left. So he went to heat it himself, drank a large pot and fell asleep again in a daze.

He thought he was young and would soon get rid of his fever but didn't expect to wake up the next morning with a worse condition, he not only felt pain all over but even dizzier.

He measured his temperature with a thermometer. Instead of dropping, the temperature had risen to 102.92 ℉.

However, there was no time for him to rest, and the crew was about to leave for Nancheng City. Yu Xin was both angry and worried, so he hurried to the pharmacy to buy two pills of antipyretics and let him swallow them.

Liu Jia'an was also worried after seeing Qinghuan's condition. He wanted to let him go to the hospital as soon as they arrived in Nancheng City. Unexpectedly, after he got his boarding pass, Yu Qinghuan, who had always been cautious, could not find his ID card.

Yu Xin rummaged through their luggage, but could not find it, so he speculated that it should be left in the hotel.

Yu Qinghuan had always tidied up his things very well, so Yu Xin never worried about such kind of things. But today due to the high fever, he made such a mistake.

The hotel they checked in this time was far away from the airport. They would not be able to catch the flight even if they found the ID card and came back immediately.

"The others leave first. Qinghuan and Yu Xin, you two endorse your tickets. The next flight will take off at 2 pm. In ideal circumstance, it will not delay the evening roadshow." Liu Jia'an frowned and thought for a moment, and finally came up with a solution.

"I'm sorry, Director Liu," Yu Qinghuan apologized profusely, "I've caused you so much trouble. I'll try to get there as soon as possible."

Liu Jia'an was still quite annoyed, but seeing even his eyes turned red due to the fever, he felt sorry for the boy, "It's all right. Go get your ID card first."

Yu Qinghuan nodded and was about to return to the hotel with Yu Xin when Zhao Qingyuan suddenly came, "I won't go. I'm worried about Qinghuan."

"Don't make a scene!" Liu Jia'an reprimanded him and refused his caprice.

Yu Qinghuan was now popular, but still not on the same level with Zhao Qingyuan. If Yu Qinghuan was late or what, his fans would have complaints at most, but nothing big would happen.

But Zhao Qingyuan was quite different. They could do without anyone except him.

However, Zhao Qingyuan was a stubborn donkey. He would not leave however hard they tried to persuade him. He only insisted on staying here with Yu Qinghuan.

"The weather is good, the plane will take off normally at 2 pm and arrive at Nancheng City before 5 pm without any delay on the roadshow."

Zhao Qingyuan was not being unreasonable, he handed the phone to Liu Jia'an, "Uncle Liu, don't worry, I won't make fun over such a serious thing."

Liu Jia'an could be angry with anyone but not Zhao Qingyuan. He finally agreed to let him stay.

At the end of the morning, Yu Qinghuan's cold worsened a lot. He kept tearing and sneezing.

Fortunately, he did leave his ID card at the hotel. As soon as they arrived, the front desk already had it prepared for them. Zhao Qingyuan and Yu Xin managed to squeeze out a little time and sent Yu Qinghuan to the hospital for an injection.

The medicine used on Yu Qinghuan contained sleeping ingredients. He had been sleeping since boarding the plane. After landing, Yu Xin took great pains to wake him up.

"I said we would not be late." After getting off the plane, Zhao Qingyuan said to Yu Qinghuan after checking the time, then he dialed Liu Jia'an's phone number.

As soon as the phone rang, the other side answered it. Before Zhao Qingyuan could speak, there came the complicated voice of Liu Jia'an, "Qingyuan, are you in Nancheng City now?"

"Yeah, we are arrived," said Zhao Qingyuan triumphantly. "Well, I told you we would not be late for the roadshow."

Liu Jia'an sighed when he heard this, "You made it, but we failed."

Zhao Qingyuan was shocked, "What?"

"Our plane was about to take off when it suddenly leaked oil. Now all people on that flight got stranded at the airport. I wanted to call you, but I lost my cell phone while running out of the plane, and I couldn't remember your number. When I finally got my cell phone back, you have already boarded the plane."

Zhao Qingyuan, "…"

They never expected to have such a dramatic story in just a few hours!

Liu Jia'an sighed again, "Fortunately, you insisted on staying with Qinghuan at that time, otherwise, today's roadshow would have been ruined. I have already told everything to the organizer. You and Qinghuan will be the only two tonight."

"…I see." Zhao Qingyuan talked with him about a few more details, and then hung up the phone.

Yu Qinghuan sat next to him. Liu Jia'an's voice was loud, so he heard their conversation clearly.

Just as he was about to discuss with Zhao Qingyuan what to do next, Zhao Qingyuan suddenly moved toward him and sighed, "You are really a living koi."

Yu Qinghuan, "…"

They were the only two from the film crew, so it was impossible to have a stylist. Fortunately, Zhao Qingyuan had a lot of friends and borrowed a make-up team from other crew in emergency.

"Qinghuan, don't take the stage if you feel uncomfortable." Even after the injection, Yu Qing Huan was still having the fever.

His face was pale, making Zhao Qingyuan also feel sorry for him, "I can do it by myself. Uncle Liu certainly could understand it."

After a pause, he added, "Anyway, you know, if we all took that flight, I'm afraid nobody could come, so don't force yourself."

"I'm fine." Yu Qinghuan replied to him, reaching for the make-up artist and motioning him to put on more makeup so as to cover his illness.

"Are you being stupid or what?" Zhao Qingyuan said to his ears, "Don't wear makeup even if you're stepping on stage! Don't be afraid of ugliness, just go ahead and let your fans and the media see how hard it is for you."

"No," Yu Qinghuan shook his head, "Huo Qu has been watching the roadshow video, I'm afraid he would be worried about me."