When Gu Chencha's phone rang, Ya Ye was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning on a cushioned wooden chair, and taking a nap.

He was sleeping lightly, but being interrupted still made him slightly unhappy. He furrowed his brows and glanced at the sleeping teenager, wanting to reach out and hang up the phone so he could continue sleeping. However, when his eyes fell upon the two characters "Dad" on the screen, he unexpectedly froze for a moment.

Just at that moment, a cold and slippery hand touched his wrist. He turned his head and saw Gu Chencha glance at her own phone, then closed her eyes, and then reached out to touch his hand, indicating that he should hand her the phone.

"Who." He painstakingly managed to utter one word, his voice sounding hoarse and unlike himself.

"Your father." The mute old man withdrew his hand, disguising his discomfort as he swiftly returned it to his pocket.

"Um... Please hand it over to me." Gu Chencha was feeling a headache. He supported his forehead with the hand that was released, and his face remained crimson, without fading. His drowsy eyes were tightly closed, lacking the strength to open due to fatigue from the previous night. His eyelids were firmly shut, highlighting his long eyelashes.

Grandpa Ya glanced at him by the side of the bed, feeling a strange emotion in his heart. After hesitating for a moment, he picked up the phone and hung up. Gu Chencha didn't have the strength to question him and just opened his eyes slightly, looking at him with confusion.

"Do you want to talk to your dad with this voice?" he said, feigning a reproachful tone. "I'll reply to your text message, saying that you're in a meeting." Then he used his finger to tap on the screen. After finishing writing, he suddenly had a clever idea and added another sentence: "Dad, next time, please ask me before calling as I might not be available."

After sending the message, he threw the phone to Gu Chencha and turned his head to the side, secretly curling up the corners of his mouth. It was the first time communicating with such a nickname, quite interesting.

Gu Chencha felt a bit cold and reached out to retrieve the phone that had fallen on the blanket. He tucked it inside the blanket and looked at Grandpa's reply, feeling even more headache-inducing. Glancing at the calendar, he saw it was September 27th, 13:31. It was Monday morning and he had overslept.

It's only been a few weeks since the start of the school year, and he hasn't had a chance to skip a class yet. The first time he skipped class, he felt a strange sense of panic. However, when he thought about the craziness of what he did last night, he instantly felt that none of this mattered.

Opening her mouth with a smile, she joked, "I have an agreement with my dad to talk on the phone every Sunday. So I didn't fail to ask beforehand. You saying that just exposes your true intentions."

The usually somber face of Uncle Ya slightly reddened. Seeing that his little clever plan didn't work out, he sneakily hid the information about the person on the bed that Xiao Chen had brought earlier this morning behind his back.

He thought that by doing so, he would be able to present himself as a proper and flawless parent of a newly enrolled college student.

Gu Chencha didn't care about the volume of her voice anymore. She stuck her head out from under the covers, propping herself up on her elbows, and snapped back at her father. The inner side of her forearm, which was exposed, was even paler and more tender than the surrounding skin, making the marks from last night's incident even more prominent. It was clear that her father had not held back in his actions. Even Eyie hadn't indulged in such desires before, so he actually felt a bit embarrassed watching. Luckily, the victim herself was still unaware at the moment, so he pretended to be deaf and dumb.

"Hey Dad, I was just in a meeting. What's up?" Gu Chencha said hoarsely. His dad immediately sensed that something was wrong because he could tell from his next sentence, "I'm fine, just slept too long this morning and my throat is dry."

"Okay, I got it," Lu Xu responded a few more times. He couldn't guess what the other person was saying, but Gu Chencha kept glancing at Ya Ye, unable to discern whether it was reproach or a mischievous smile. In any case, it made him very nervous.

After hanging up, Ah Ye took the phone back from him, also taking the opportunity to feel the temperature of his hand.

The slender fingers at this moment were as cool as Hetian jade. It's just that if it were jade, there wouldn't be any problem, but for humans, it's troublesome. He reached up to his forehead with his hand and indeed, it was still burning slightly. He was hesitating whether to take someone to the hospital or not. He really, really disliked that place. However, Gu Chencha suddenly placed a hand on his neck, and the icy touch made him shudder, but before he could respond, his limbs went limp and he slipped down.

Seeing his weak appearance, Uncle Ya couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity. He didn't know what he was thinking when he got drunk last night. As he recalled fragments of memories, he couldn't believe he had the heart to do those things.

After carrying the person out of the river, he went to a nearby hotel and rented a room. He hadn't interacted with people in three years, so this night was enough for him to have a good time and exhaust himself. He threw the person onto the bed and collapsed beside them, not bothering to deal with their wet clothes. As soon as he touched the pillow, he fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, he was awakened by a series of moans. He turned on the light and saw Gu Chenchai furrowing his brow, curled up on the side. Originally, he had been so reckless in his actions that he had ended up injuring his body. Not only that, he had slept with wet clothes all night, without even closing the blanket. It was very easy to catch a cold, and he didn't know how long he had been burning with fever.

This boy stands out with his exceptional appearance, exuding a reckless and sharp demeanor from his brows and eyes. There is no trace of humility, making people unable to resist reaching out to smooth his flying eyebrows. Yet now, he lies defenseless before him, satisfying a man's primal ego perfectly. Suddenly, he turns into a beast, taking advantage of this patient with a fever, his whole body already heated and burning. Just as he removes the crumpled underwear, his eyes widen at the mess beneath.

He urgently called Xiao Chen in the middle of the night, asking him to find a doctor. After a complicated process, they forced Doctor Gao to wipe his body clean and change into a fresh robe before finally calming down. However, he couldn't fall asleep anymore. He waited for the child to finish the IV drip and took the opportunity to go through the personal information that Xiao Chen had obtained from their teacher.

College students are really efficient. They can summarize half of their lives with just a couple of pieces of paper.

His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly grabbed his slipping hand back. He leaned over and asked, "What are you trying to do?"

Gu Chencha was caught by him, as if suddenly injected with some strength, raising an eyebrow mischievously and saying, "No morning kiss?"

Grandfather still held onto his slipping wrist, looking at him without saying a word or making any movement. Such a profound gaze inevitably gave the mistaken impression of deep affection.

Gu Chencha asked again, "Then what's your name?" As he asked, he started to look at the person in front of him with a flirtatious expression. Being young, he thought that all these matters were mutual consent and that the other party must also have some affection. Therefore, he spoke with a coquettish tone, "You've been bullying me all night, and I still don't know your name."

The adoration in those eyes was too apparent, which made Old Master feel uncomfortable in his heart. He possessed so much more than this child, but the things he seemed to desire, he couldn't afford to give. Before he even realized it, his hand had already covered his heart.

"Why are you covering my eyes?"

Jiang Nu.

"What?"

"The river's being a river, anger's being angry."