Don't worry

When they stitched him up, Ling was so happy that he could hardly hide his emotions. Most of all, he didn't like to cause trouble or bother anyone in vain.

"What luck six stitches at least," Ling sighed, "but how silly!"

Then the boss took him home.

An apartment with an empty refrigerator was hard to call home, and the chief knew it at once.

When he returned in the evening, Ling was still asleep. The sleepless night he had spent battling the mess, coupled with the medication he had taken, had knocked Ling out and he had slept all day.

But having dinner with the chief was extremely strange. Even if Tai Bin isn't used to eating alone, that's still no reason to have dinner at his subordinate's house.

On the other hand, today he had already covered the young man with his jacket, cut clothes on him, drove him to the doctor, and brought him home" what kind of shyness could there be?

Ling also studied Tai Bin. This man looked like perfection but didn't seem to be trying to impress with his looks alone.

His face flashed genuine emotion and he seemed to be the son of a wealthy family who had severed ties with his relatives and made his way in business. Yes, that's exactly what it looked like when you look at Tai Bin.

Ling nibbled on his food and poured himself and Tai Bin some tea. They chatted for a while, after which the boss told Ling to stay home for two more days and left.

Ling's schedule was completely out of whack. For the second night in a row, he was awake. Exhausted by insomnia, he took brushes and paints out of his suitcase. All he needed was a canvas.

Early in the morning, he limped off to the art store. It all brought back memories of his vacation with Wei. For the first time in two days, he allowed himself to remember it.

When he got home, he was looking through pictures to choose something to draw and came across his and Wei's intertwined fingers.

After hastily eating breakfast, the young man began to sketch. Wei saw him with the brush in his hand a few hours later when he stopped by to visit. Calling the agency, he heard the sad story of Mr. Bai Dexin's injury and rushed over.

He knew the code to the door, so he was able to enter freely. Freezing behind Ling, Wei stared silently at his picture.

Then he walked over and gently hugged the young man. Ling flinched in surprise, but feeling the warmth of his hands and the familiar scent, he smiled, leaning back.

"When did you get here?" squinted Ling murmured.

"Just now, how are you feeling?"

"Like the last chump, you know, I got in trouble and now I have to stay home."

"I've heard good things about you," Wei said.

"It was nothing. All I did was clean the boss's office, sleep in the cafeteria, and then I slipped on the wet floor, too. The boss caught me off guard and drove me to the hospital. So embarrassing," Ling complained with a look of annoyance on his face.

"What about your boss, does he look like some sweaty old man?" Wei suggested hopefully.

"You're not! He's young and very good-looking."

Ling was swiftly digging his own grave, but by the time he realized it, it was too late.

Wei took his hands off Ling and sat down behind him on the couch. Pretending to be abruptly interested in the fabric the sofa cushion was made of, he ignored him completely.

"What? Are you jealous?" the young man could not believe it.

He turned in his chair toward his boss and looked at him intently. No reaction, astonishingly. That's when Ling decided to play his trump card. Rising from his chair, he wanted to walk to the couch and suddenly:

"Ouch!" grabbed Ling's knee, feigning anguish.

Wei immediately picked up the young man and gently carried him to the couch.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, looking into his eyes.

"Yeah," the young man lowered his eyes, "I got a lot of stitches.

Wei felt a pang of guilt, and though his chest hadn't quite cleared from the bottle of vinegar in honor of Tai Bin, he was already looking more cooperative.

"Hurry up and tell me how my family is doing," the young man's voice brought him back to reality.

"Don't worry, they're all right, they're already home. By the way, here's a phone for you to contact me and them. It's untraceable."

Ling happily grabbed the phone and found his mother on the contact list.

"Do you think you're being followed?" asked Ling.

"Even if they are, our mutual acquaintance doesn't have time for me right now. He's got something going on," Wei said, smiling uncertainly.

"And what's that?"

"His daughter is getting married."

"Yeah? Who's the groom, do we know him? This man is not dangerous?"

"It's me..."

Ling thought it was a joke, but a chill ran down his spine.

"Isn't that a good move?" Wei tried to pretend to be amused.

At first, the young man flashed, then went blotchy, and finally turned pale. Wei's feelings were avenged. He put his arms around the young man and held him close.

"You have nothing to worry about, it's a sham engagement."

"What does that mean?" asked Ling.

Then Wei told him the whole story from the beginning. The plan seemed quite reasonable and even cunning to him. How could Lou Fei attack his future son-in-law now? A flawless move!

Ling gradually relaxed and his face returned to its natural expression. They chatted some more, but because of the young man's injury, they decided to call it a day. And just in time.

Tai Bin stepped out of the elevator on Ling's floor and bumped into a handsome man.

They stared at each other for a few seconds and Tai Bin went on, while Wei remained behind, drilling his back with a wicked look.

Ling was making tea when the bell rang. When he opened the door, he was surprised. His boss, Tai Bin, was crumpling on the doorstep and he brought food again.

Still, the awkwardness between them couldn't last ten minutes. Soon they were merrily munching on the snacks they had brought and watched the match.

Once in a thousand, you meet someone you feel at ease with. Tai Bin was experiencing something similar.

Although he came from a wealthy family (Ling guessed his background very accurately), he was not the firstborn, but only the middle son.

His decision to leave and build his own business was made quietly, so he floundered in the shark world on his own, surviving, winning, and losing on his own too.

Tai Bin appreciated hard work and competence, so Ling immediately won his favor. In an era of general indifference and laziness, when even paid overtime does not motivate people to work, he met a man willing to stay up all night for the cause.

Ling had no idea he was born with the key to Tai Bin's heart. He used his superpower so easily that he didn't realize how close they had become.

While Ling was digesting the information about Jiang Wei's engagement, his new boss was studying the changing environment in the room.

"Do you paint?" asked Tai.

"Yes, I have since I was a child," nodded Ling.

"That's why you suggested the subject of the painting," Tai said.

"Yes..."

After saying goodbye, the chief told Ling to stay home for a couple more days and even insisted on taking him to the hospital in person at the end of that period. Ling was pretty tired for the day and finally went to bed.

After a couple of days, they went to the hospital. The doctor said that the location of the cut was not good and would take a little longer to heal than usual.

On the way back, they stopped at the office. Although Ling wanted to go help Secretary Zhao, Tai sat him down on the couch and ordered him to work under his supervision. As he obediently did his job, he didn't notice when evening came and Tai Bin walked into the office with a suit in hand.

"There's a big event tomorrow," he said from the threshold, "you'll have to come with me."

"Okay, what kind of event?"

"Oh, don't think about it. I'll pick you up tonight."

Ling had been using the healing ointment for days, and his knee began to heal faster. He walked freely, without a limp, and so there was no reason to refuse the chief an escort.

At the appointed time they entered the beautiful hall and joined hundreds of other people. It looked like the event was grand. As they greeted their acquaintances, Tai Bin made his way to the seats in front, and Ling obediently walked behind.

Finding a free table, they set their glasses down and began to look around. Ling noticed a few familiar faces from his past job and tensed up.

Tai patted Ling on the back and pointed to a table where two lovely girls were looking in their direction, embarrassed. Ling glimpsed their faces and said nothing.

The evening began, a small orchestra played a beautiful tune, and an exciting atmosphere settled in the room. From somewhere in the side door to the stage walked a tall and handsome man, the lover of fortune.

His expensive suit and confident gait told us that he was treading on the top of the world and that no one could block his path.

As he approached the microphone, he greeted everyone gathered. Ling instantly returned from his fantasies to reality, because he recognized the familiar voice.

Standing on the stage was the stunning Jiang Wei. Ling could directly feel the oxytocin bomb explode in the audience. The entire female half was devouring the tidbit with their eyes, burning with annoyance that it was his engagement night.

Ling understood, too. His face went involuntarily pale and his breath hitched.

He grabbed a glass of water and drained it in a volley. But it didn't help.

The suit was suddenly too tight and hot Ling tried to loosen the tension of the collar.

His favorite man joked from the stage, and the audience reacted cheerfully with bursts of laughter and applause.

Tai Bin was also watching the scene closely, but only because he recognized the man. Wasn't he the man he ran into on Ling's floor? Speaking of him - Tai turned and looked at the young man.

"Aren't you feeling well?" he asked with genuine concern, "does your leg hurt?"

It all seemed like a complete mockery to Ling. But was Tai Bin involved? Did he and Jiang Wei know each other?

The young man couldn't think straight and nodded to the chief.

"Then wait a minute, I'll take you to sit down soon," Tai said.

Meanwhile, the auditorium exploded with applause and shouts. Jiang Wei's fiancée came up on stage. Thousands of camera flashes captured their reunion and...a kiss.

Ling went deaf and blind at the same time. All he could hear was the pounding of his screaming heart.

"What the hell!" he whispered over and over to keep from falling into despair.

Clutching the empty glass in his hands, he stared at Jiang Wei without looking away.

Meanwhile, he courteously handed his bride a glass of wine and gave her an adoring look.