After satisfying his desire for swimming, Yun Pei was sent ashore by Qin Mingyuan, who carried him to sit on a recliner. He was wrapped up tightly with bath towels one after another.
After making sure that there was no exposed part of his wet body, she put a bath towel on his head and helped wipe his hair a few times. When it was no longer dripping, she casually wrapped it around him, making him look like an Arab. Qin Mingyuan then took a bath towel and wiped himself casually, then draped it over his shoulders as before.
Yun Pei, who was wrapped up and unable to move, looked at him speechlessly and moved his trapped arm. "I can't move."
"I'll take you back to take a shower later. Don't move yet." Qin Mingyuan ignored his struggle. The other party was too weak. He would definitely catch a cold if he entered the air-conditioned room while wet.
The bathroom on this side of the swimming pool only has a simple shower, which is not convenient for him to take a shower, so he has to go back to the villa.
"You want me to go back like this?" Yun Pei, with only his eyes exposed, was a little reluctant. He really didn't care much about other people's eyes, but that didn't mean he had no sense of shame.
He wanted to say that his body was not that weak, but the man suddenly bent down and put his hands on both sides of his body. He was trapped again, and this time he felt pressure from above, and he subconsciously fell silent.
"If you don't want to lie in bed and get an injection like I did last time, just be obedient." Qin Mingyuan didn't mind using himself as a negative example.
After he finished speaking and stepped back, Yun Pei breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at his exposed body, he retorted, "So why aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"
Qin Mingyuan glanced at him without replying. The last time could only be considered an accident. He was very busy at that time, had little time to rest, and had irregular meals. Of course, his immunity would decrease, and a slight cold would develop into a severe cold.
But his health recovered quickly and he became full of energy overnight.
Yun Pei is different. With his small body, if he gets sick, he will have to lie in bed for ten days or so, and then it will be his fault.
The man clearly didn't say anything, but Yun Pei felt that his look seemed to say everything. In the final analysis, he was still mocking his weak body.
"I was wondering why I didn't see you for a long time. Turns out you went to the swimming pool."
Before the two of them could argue any further, Zeng Lianyi came in from outside. Seeing Yun Pei's expression, she also laughed, "Xiao Pei, are you cosplaying as an Arab or a mummy?"
Yun Pei looked at the man standing there drying his hair with a bit of frustration.
Qin Mingyuan explained: "We went into the water for a while and were worried that he would catch a cold."
"You pushed Xiao Pei into the water?" Zeng Lianyi glanced at his legs subconsciously and glared at her son disapprovingly, "You are not afraid of anything happening. It's really ridiculous."
Qin Mingyuan loosened the towel and let it fall on his shoulders. "No, I'll protect him. You've come just in time. Take him back to take a shower and change clothes. I'll take a shower here."
There was no anger or fear on Yun Pei's face. Zeng Lianyi knew that he was not opposed to going into the water, so she felt relieved. "Okay, I'll take him back."
After she finished speaking, she watched her son naturally pick up the person and gently put him on the wheelchair, and even wrapped him in the scattered bath towel. She couldn't help but smile like an aunt, and coughed to cover it up, covering her lips with her hand.
Zeng Lianyi pushed Yun Pei away, and Qin Mingyuan went into the bathroom, took a quick shower, and changed into the clean clothes he brought with him.
It was almost six o'clock and the sky was still bright. There were clouds in the sky, a bright red patch, which reflected on his body, leaving a warm color.
He returned to the villa with half-wet hair and saw the lavishly decorated living room. He remembered that there was nothing there when he left.
It was obvious that this was Zeng Lianyi's idea. Qin Mingyuan did not object to it. He just ignored it and went back to his room to blow dry his hair.
His hair is of a relatively hard type, and will become very fluffy if he doesn't take care of it regularly.
Some people say that the hardness of hair reflects a person's temperament and personality, and he is indeed quite stubborn in some aspects.
Yun Pei's hair is very soft and slips smoothly through fingers when touched.
He is very obedient, but not completely obedient. He has his own persistence on some things and can be very tough when facing people he hates. He is like a thorny mimosa.
After blowing his hair and coming out of the bathroom, someone knocked on the door twice. Qin Mingyuan walked over and opened it.
Zeng Lianyi stood at the door, holding her bracelet in front of her, and said, "Xiao Pei doesn't have any clean clothes, so I just got a set from you and gave it to him."
Qin Mingyuan nodded indifferently to show that he understood. There were many new clothes hanging in the cloakroom with the tags still on, and he thought the other party had picked one at random.
Putting her hand to her lips, Zeng Lianyi coughed and raised her eyebrows, "I also took the personal belongings, but don't worry, they are unopened."
Qin Mingyuan, who had successfully understood what was going on, paused for a moment. Instead of being embarrassed as the other party had thought, he said, "That's the wrong number."
Zeng Lianyi was a little disappointed by her son's frankness. She waved her hand casually and said, "As long as it can be worn, it's fine."
It's better than putting the car in neutral. She didn't say the latter part. As an elder, it would be a bit too frivolous to say it. Well, she still has to save face.
"It's almost time for dinner after Xiao Pei finishes taking a shower. Wait and take him downstairs." Zeng Lianyi looked at her watch, told him something and left first, as she had something else to do.
After she left, Qin Mingyuan went to the study for a while and dealt with some work documents to pass the time.
The sunset outside the window turned from bright to dark, and the light in the room dimmed. I looked at the time and felt that it was about time, so I got up and left the room.
The lights in the corridor were already on, and the warm yellow color filled the space. He walked towards the guest room where Yun Pei was staying. When he was still a few steps away, the door was opened first.
Yun Pei came out in a wheelchair, his hair was fluffy after just being blow-dried, his face was fair and clean, and he was wearing a navy blue shirt with bright dark patterns reflected under the light. It was a little big, and the sleeves covered half of his hands. The buttons on his collar were loose even when fastened to the top, revealing a little bit of his collarbone. The casual pants he wore on his lower body were rolled up several times, and the waist was loose, making people wonder if it might fall off if he was not sitting.
Qin Mingyuan looked him over from head to toe. Although the clothes were clearly ill-fitting, he inexplicably felt that they fit him well and that he looked indescribably good in them.
Yun Pei misunderstood the way he looked at her, and then he lowered his head to look at his clothes and explained: "Auntie gave it to me, if you mind..."
What surprised him was that he had worn this set of clothes himself and had changed out of it when he came back before. The servant had cleaned it and put it back in the closet. He didn't expect that Zeng Lianyi had so many new clothes but took this one. He knew without thinking that it was intentional.
It seems that because of the misunderstanding, the other party is determined to bring them together.
Qin Mingyuan touched his nose a little helplessly, and did not notice that his expression was gentle and without any disgust when he came to this conclusion.
"Let's go, let's go downstairs, it should be time for dinner." He helped the person onto the wheelchair and pushed him to the elevator.
Yun Pei had unknowingly gotten used to being pushed by him, and naturally withdrew his hand from the control key.
The two people went down to the first floor, and when the elevator door opened, they found that it was pitch black outside and they could only see the outlines of some objects.
I was confused for a second, then immediately understood what this was for.
Soon, a candlelight lit up in the corner, and at the same time, the birthday song sounded with overlapping voices. You could tell who they were as soon as you heard them.
Qin Mingyuan pushed Yun Pei over and stopped at a small area illuminated by candlelight. In the dim light, he could see Zeng Lianyi holding a cake, and Qin Pei and Uncle Wu standing beside her.
“Make a wish quickly!” Zeng Lianyi handed the two-layer cake towards him, and was so excited as if she was the birthday girl.
Although he was not very interested in celebrating his birthday, Qin Mingyuan accepted their kindness and cooperated by closing his eyes.
Originally he just wanted to pretend to make them happy, but at this moment, he really had a wish.
If he was destined to stay in this world and never go back, he hoped that his parents and brother in that world could live a good life and always be as happy as when he left.
He opened his eyes, blew out the candle amid the cheers, and was surrounded by applause and blessings.
The lights came on, and when he lowered his head, his eyes met Yun Pei's in a wheelchair. Perhaps infected by the joyful atmosphere, he had a smile on his face and looked at him with bright eyes.
"Happy birthday."
Qin Mingyuan raised his hand and placed it on his head. As the young man turned to look of surprise, he ruffled his hair and watched his ears turn red. "Thank you."
Seeing their interaction, Zeng Lianyi smiled secretly again and deliberately raised her voice and said, "Okay, okay, don't be so annoying. Honey, look at the cake. This is the cream and decoration that mommy spread herself."
When the lights came on, Qin Mingyuan noticed that the cream on the cake was very uneven. Now looking closely, it was thick in some places and thin in others. However, the decorations made of fruits and flowers were very beautiful. After all, the fashion designer had a superb aesthetic sense, which was her strong point.
He nodded in agreement, "Not bad."
Zeng Lianyi was not satisfied with his reaction. "Shouldn't you be so moved that your eyes turn red and say thank you, dear mother?"
Qin Mingyuan looked at her expressionlessly.
"Okay, okay, I was just kidding. Let's go to the restaurant and have dinner." Zeng Lianyi put away her pretentious accusations and handed the cake to Uncle Wu next to her, and cut it after dinner.
The group moved to the restaurant, where the table was filled with all kinds of delicious dishes, even more exaggerated than at noon.
An extra bowl of noodle soup was placed at Qin Mingyuan's seat. The noodles in it must have been handmade, with different thicknesses and lengths. The poached egg on top was also burnt.
Looking at the expectant face of the woman opposite him, he knew without much thought who had done this. He picked up the chopsticks, picked up the noodles and took a bite under the other person's eager eyes.
"How is it? Is it delicious?" Zeng Lianyi held her face with both hands and looked at him expectantly.
She didn't notice that Qin Pei next to her looked at his son with sympathy.
"Well done." Qin Mingyuan swallowed the food in his mouth without changing his expression, raised his head and said, "Don't do it again next time."
Zeng Lianyi's raised mouth corners fell again, and she looked at him dissatisfiedly, "It's rare for mom to cook, baby, can't you praise me properly?"
His taste buds did not allow it, and the noodles were not cooked through. Qin Mingyuan picked up the cup and drank a sip of juice to dilute the indescribable taste in his mouth. There was light soy sauce, dark soy sauce and vinegar. Perhaps the other party did not know the difference and put them all in at once.
After witnessing the process of making this bowl of noodles, Qin Pei once again felt deep sympathy for his son. His wife's cooking skills are really poor, and she is blindly confident. She refuses to let the chef guide her and cooks as freely as making clothes. This is probably the designer's insistence.
Qin Mingyuan put down the cup, looked at the woman's disappointed face, and said, "Thank you, you've worked hard."
Although the taste was not good, it was the first time someone made longevity noodles for him. Perhaps the other party made it for "Qin Mingyuan", but he did appreciate the kindness.
When Zeng Lianyi heard his words, her disappointed brows brightened up again and she smiled, "You're welcome, baby. Happy birthday to you."
The atmosphere at the dinner table was very warm. Yun Pei, who was watching them silently, had a look of nostalgia in his eyes. When his mother was still alive, she would make longevity noodles for him, but he could never eat them again.
A piece of pork ribs fell on the plate. He looked up and saw the man putting down his chopsticks and not looking at him.
Yun Pei retracted his gaze and put the piece of pork ribs into his mouth. It was sweet and sour, with a sweet taste that covered up all the bitterness in his heart.
(End of this chapter)