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Translator: Cinder Translations

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In the early hours, Jiang Cheng lay in bed, both hands placed under the blanket, resting steadily between his abdomen and chest.

The Fatty was still sleeping on the old sofa in the living room.

The difference today was that Jiang Cheng did not close the bedroom door.

Perhaps the Fatty was really scared; he tossed and turned on the old sofa, finally moving the sofa to the bedroom door, so that whenever he opened his eyes, he could see Jiang Cheng lying inside.

But for Jiang Cheng, this was quite terrifying. If he slightly turned his head, he could see a round head with eyes staring at him from in front of the bedroom door.

Fortunately, Jiang Cheng didn't do that. His breathing gradually steadied, and slowly, he fell asleep.

Seeing Jiang Cheng so calm, the Fatty couldn't help but feel safe too. Perhaps it was not entirely accurate to say so, but as long as he was near Jiang Cheng, the Fatty felt he couldn't die.

The closer, the safer, the less likely to die.

As he thought about this, the Fatty's eyelids began to droop, and his consciousness slowly became blurry.

In the morning, a strange sound woke the Fatty from his deep sleep.

He rolled over, and after a few seconds, he lifted his heavy eyelids.

In his vision, Jiang Cheng was no longer in the bedroom.

Immediately, the Fatty lost all his sleepiness and sat up from the sofa with a "gurgle."

"Creak—"

There was a sound from downstairs.

A moment later, the Fatty finally found Jiang Cheng downstairs. The latter was moving the rack that held medical cases. The Fatty, with great insight, went to help.

"Doctor," the Fatty said while pushing hard with his shoulder, "Leave this kind of work to me from now on. You don't need to do it yourself."

After putting away the clothes rack, the Fatty conscientiously went to wash up and then rushed to the kitchen to prepare a nutritious breakfast for Jiang Cheng.

He had woken up in a hurry that day, so the Fatty only prepared two bowls of cereal, then used the 1L bottle of pure milk he had grabbed on discount at the supermarket to mix it. Worried it wouldn't be nutritious enough, he also boiled two eggs for Jiang Cheng.

After seeing Jiang Cheng finish eating, the Fatty finally relaxed.

"Doctor, are you full?" the Fatty asked as he cleaned up the dishes. "Would you like me to fry an egg? I bought a nice new barbecue sauce."

"I'm full."

"Then you can rest for a while, Doctor." After saying this, the Fatty took the dishes to the kitchen to wash them.

When he went downstairs, the Fatty immediately boiled water and poured it into Jiang Cheng's most used pink Peppa thermos, so Jiang Cheng could rest while making coffee.

Jiang Cheng picked up his coffee cup and slowly took a sip, enjoying the feeling of the cheap instant coffee bursting on his tongue.

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng suddenly asked, "What day is it today?"

The Fatty's voice was mixed with the sounds of pots, pans, and water running, creating a lively noise. "It's Friday, Doctor."

"Is it the end of the month?"

"Your memory is great, Doctor!"

What Jiang Cheng liked most about the Fatty was this: although he was timid, his self-adjustment ability was amazing. As long as he wasn't scared to death the day before, he woke up the next day as a completely new Fatty.

The Fatty yelled from the kitchen, "Doctor, do we eat sweet and sour fish or boiled fish for lunch? I need to start preparing!"

Jiang Cheng took another sip of coffee, then answered after a few seconds, "Sweet and sour, boiled fish takes too many seasonings."

"Got it, Doctor."

After hearing Jiang Cheng's words, the Fatty took the fish he bought the day before from the fridge.

Once everything was ready, the Fatty went to wash his hands carefully three times with soap in the bathroom until there was no fishy smell left, then came out to approach Jiang Cheng.

He sat obediently on the sofa opposite Jiang Cheng, saying nothing, with his hands properly placed on his knees, staring at Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng picked up his phone and replied to a few messages, then put it down, seemingly thinking about something, while drinking the last sip of coffee.

The Fatty licked his lips, his eyes betraying his impatience.

"I didn't get the mission reward," Jiang Cheng put the cup down and said calmly, "Someone left the door before me."

The Fatty blinked in disbelief.

"And," Jiang Cheng leaned back in his chair, "I met someone I knew this time."

The Fatty blinked again, "That pure girl Chen Xiaomeng?"

Now it was Jiang Cheng's turn to frown, "How do you know?"

He instinctively thought the Fatty's brainwaves had transmitted the information to him. Last night, he had realized the nightmare was likely caused by brainwaves spreading it. Could it be...

"Doctor, we've only gone through two missions," the Fatty seemed to realize Jiang Cheng might have misunderstood, so his face turned slightly awkward. "Out of the two missions, aside from us, only Chen Xiaomeng survived."

Jiang Cheng: "."

"Doctor, that's not important. Tell me about your mission, what happened?" the Fatty asked, his face full of curiosity.

He skillfully filled Jiang Cheng's cup with water.

Jiang Cheng didn't disappoint, starting to review the events from the mission.

I have to say, Jiang Cheng had a great talent for storytelling. The plot, already full of twists and turns, seemed epic when he told it.

Of course, he was the only male protagonist.

And in his story, there were three women vying for his attention, competing and feeling jealous.

The Fatty was completely engrossed.

When Jiang Cheng told the story of how he unearthed the mines buried by the village chief and others, then moved them to the village entrance, the Fatty was stunned. He couldn't help but blurt out in admiration, "No wonder you're an orphan, who else would do something like that?"

TL/N: 🤣

"Tsk," Jiang Cheng immediately stopped talking, glancing sideways at the Fatty.

Realizing his mistake, the Fatty quickly explained, "Doctor, don't misunderstand, I meant to praise your wit."

After some coaxing, the issue was finally resolved.

The Fatty promised to fry some spicy chicken for lunch as an apology to Jiang Cheng.

However, after hearing Asumu's story, the Fatty fell silent. From the things Asumu had done before, he could hardly be considered a good person, but the decision he made at the last moment of his life was admirable.

Good and evil are just a matter of a single thought.

"By the way," the Fatty wrapped his clothes tightly around himself and said, "That woman, Li Lu, is too powerful. She actually managed to deceive both you and Chen Xiaomeng, and set a trap to kill you."

This was partly because Jiang Cheng and Chen Xiaomeng were on guard against each other, but there weren't many people who could pull off something like that.

At this point, the Fatty's expression became subtle. He leaned closer to Jiang Cheng and smiled slyly, "Doctor, I have a question."

Jiang Cheng glanced at him, clearly signaling him to continue.

The Fatty swallowed, his face turning slightly red from excitement. "That night you stayed with Chen Xiaomeng, didn't anything happen?"

(End of the Chapter)

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