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    Old Lock

    Chapter 2

    Story: Old Lock Author:shizirani words:5060 Update time:2023-07-03 02:27:01

    "Jingcheng, you're here! Come, come, come, sit here with mom." Yan's mother saw the two of them come in and a big smile appeared on her face. She quickly pulled Wen Jingcheng over and gave him a once-over. "Why do you look so thin?" These past few days, Wen Jingcheng's sleep and appetite had been poor, causing him to lose a lot of weight. His chin had become even more pointed.

    "There's nothing much, just caught a cold a few nights ago, nothing major," Wen Jingcheng replied with a faint smile, his face pale.

    "Yan Muqi, what did you do to make Jing Cheng so ill?" Yan's mother looked at Yan Muqi accusingly, wanting to hear his explanation.

    "Mom, Mu Qi has been busy lately. Besides, catching a little cold is not a big deal. You shouldn't scold him." Wen Jingcheng's words always had a strong influence. Yu'an's mother just sighed and shook her head.

    Ah Chu hasn't come back yet," Yan Muqi hadn't returned home in a while. Mu Chu went to study in England three years ago, and it's about time for him to return. When Yan's mother heard Yan Muqi mention Mu Chu's name, her face turned pale. "There's something I haven't told you, Mu Chu is already the young master of the Yan family, from now on, you are brothers."

    Wen Jingcheng was taken aback when he heard these words and looked at Yan Muqi. Sure enough, Yan Muqi's face darkened. "Why?"

    There was something off about this. Mu Chu's father was Yan Family's driver, and that poor boy Mu Chu. After his father got into trouble, we took him in as our adopted son because he was just so adorable. Isn't it better this way, Mu Qi, for you and Mu Chu to grow up together since you've known each other since childhood?" Yan Mother's words only added fuel to the fire.

    "You clearly know that I..." Yan Muqi didn't finish his sentence before Wen Jingcheng suddenly rushed into the bathroom.

    He hadn't even had a chance to rush into the inner room when he leaned against the sink and started vomiting. Wen Jingcheng had just washed his face and was about to stand up when his stomach churned again, causing him to vomit almost everything he had eaten that morning. As he straightened up and turned his head, he saw Yan Muqi leaning casually against the door frame, with a faint expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

    "Mom asked me to ask you what's wrong with you." So you only came to care about me because of that? Wen Jingcheng pulled out a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth. "It's nothing, just feeling a little unwell."

    "Oh, then you go rest in your room for a bit, I'll call you when it's time to eat," Yan Muqi said, extending a hand to support Wen Jingcheng. "Alright, Mom, I'll go upstairs first," Wen Jingcheng pushed away Yan Muqi's hand and went upstairs on his own. "You stay down here with Mom, I can go up by myself."

    "Take care of yourself, rest well, don't make us worry," Yan's mother said with deep concern, but there was nothing she could do about it.

    Wen Jingcheng let out a sigh, leaning weakly against the back of the bed. His lower abdomen had been feeling swollen since the afternoon, and he could sense a strange sinking sensation. The two of them rarely came to this place, so Wen Jingcheng felt a bit unfamiliar sleeping on a bed that wasn't very familiar. He tossed and turned for a long time but couldn't fall asleep, only feeling more dazed.

    When Yan Muqi called him up the stairs, Wen Jingcheng had just started to feel a little sleepy. "Wen Jingcheng? It's time to eat, get up." Yan Muqi stood by the bedside, looked down at the sleeping Wen Jingcheng, even his sleep was restless, his brows slightly furrowed, and the long curled eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyes.

    Wen Jingcheng?" Yan Muqi called out to him but didn't get a response. Feeling perplexed, he reached out and shook him gently. As soon as Yan Muqi's hand brushed against Wen Jingcheng's arm, he was startled by the warmth emanating from him.

    Yan Muqi felt Wen Jingcheng's forehead with his hand. "You have a high temperature!" Wen Jingcheng drowsily opened his eyes. "Huh? Yan Muqi?" Unable to muster any strength in his arms, Wen Jingcheng realized it was impossible for him to sit up.

    Yan Muqi, seeing the situation, helped Wen Jingcheng sit up on the bed. "Cough, what time is it?" Wen Jingcheng's voice was hoarse, and speaking was very difficult. "Mom called you to eat. How come you didn't say anything when you're so sick?"

    Yan Muqi looked at Wen Jingcheng, who was dozing off in his arms, and inexplicably felt a hint of anger.

    "I, I have a fever?" Wen Jingcheng raised his hand and touched his forehead. "Seems like it, a little." Wen Jingcheng looked up at Yan Muqi and smiled. "I'll go to the bathroom first, and we can have dinner later."

    Wen Jingcheng hadn't even reached the entrance of the restroom when a surge of acid fluid welled up in his stomach. Wen Jingcheng covered his mouth, slightly bent over, and rushed into the restroom. Yan Muqi watched as Wen Jingcheng hurried into the toilet, and then heard the sound of heart-wrenching vomiting coming from inside.