Ye Hai, as a former special forces operative, possessed excellent physical condition, but enduring such a cramped space while also controlling his breathing was no easy feat.
This was bad enough, but the most unbearable part was watching the woman he loved being intimate with another man, a feeling akin to enduring a twenty-kilometer march.
Ye Hai’s face remained stern, sweat drenching him and soaking his back, yet he stood as straight as a pine, refusing to abandon the dignity of a soldier.
It was half an hour later when Lou Yuming finally left.
The instant the downstairs door closed, Song Xi sprang from the bed like a carp leaping. She quickly turned off the air conditioning.
As she flung open the wardrobe door with a "whoosh," a wave of heat hit her.
Ye Hai’s face was flushed, his body swaying, looking completely dehydrated.
Song Xi: "Are you alright!"
Ye Hai slowly and stiffly lifted one leg. His lips were pale and cracked, his voice hoarse, "…Xiao Tian."
Song Xi immediately looked at Ye Tian, who was curled up in the corner. He had already lost consciousness.
"Ye Tian, Ye Tian!"
An hour later.
Ye Tian slowly woke up. Song Xi breathed a sigh of relief, setting aside the cotton swabs and saline.
Ye Tian was a little disoriented, his head spinning. He felt as if all his strength had been drained from his body.
"Sister Song Xi…"
"Are you okay?"
Ye Tian shook his head, "Where's Second Brother?"
"He's already gone."
Song Xi remembered what Ye Hai had said earlier.
"Song Xi, Ye Tian trusts you implicitly. Only when he's by your side will he recover. So I have a difficult request."
Song Xi, being clever, immediately guessed, "You want him to live with me?"
Ye Hai was about to nod, but Song Xi, without a second thought, flatly refused, "Absolutely not."
"Please reconsider," Ye Hai said. "The doctor said he just had surgery, so he cannot be stimulated during this period, or his heart might reject the transplant. It will only be for a month. After a month, I'll take him home!"
Song Xi glanced at Ye Tian, who was still unconscious, and said, "Ye Hai, if I were an ordinary person, I could let Ye Tian live with me, no matter how long. But I'm a public figure now. What if someone takes pictures? And…"
She paused, "As you saw earlier, he comes over frequently. What if he finds out? What will happen to Ye Tian?"
Ye Hai confidently replied, "Don't worry. This month, I'll arrange for people to guard the apartment building twenty-four hours a day. No suspicious person will get close! As for Lou Yuming…"
He truly had no solution.
Suddenly, Ye Tian, who had been unconscious, let out a loud cry.
Song Xi was startled.
Ye Hai reached out and shielded her, saying, "Xiao Tian has had this reaction before. Big Brother suspects it might be a heart problem. Later… it could be life-threatening."
Song Xi stared blankly at Ye Tian.
His brow was furrowed, and his expression was one of great pain.
For some reason, Song Xi thought of her own younger brother.
"Song Xi, can you… reconsider?"
Song Xi pursed her lips, caught in a dilemma.
Ye Hai sighed and said, "I wish I could take Ye Tian home myself, but the Ye family is too complicated right now. He's more suited to be by your side."
Song Xi was surprised. Had something happened to the Ye family?
Since he had put it that way, Song Xi couldn't refuse any longer, but she proposed a condition.
"It's not really practical for him to live with me, given the differences between men and women. You can buy the apartment next door. I'll go see him whenever I have time."
Ye Tian thought it was a good idea.
"Okay, I'll have someone buy it right away!"
Song Xi twitched the corner of her mouth.
Rich people were indeed extravagant, buying houses on a whim.
Ye Hai was as good as his word. The property was transferred to Ye Tian's name that very day. Most apartments in the complex were fully furnished, ready for immediate occupancy. So the next afternoon, before Song Xi had even woken up, she heard a knock at the door.
It was Ye Tian.
He clutched his stomach, "Sister Song Xi, I'm hungry. What are we having for dinner?"
"…"
For a moment, Song Xi felt like Ye Hai had tricked her.
A second later, Song Xi felt like she was raising a son.
What a burden.