After Dressing Up As a Little Fulang

An Yun was worried about Zang Ya for the whole day, and Zang Ya finally opened his eyes in the afternoon.

At that time, An Yun was sitting next to Zang Ya, thinking about how his shop would run if he continued to accompany Zang Ya.

Suddenly, An Yun seemed to sense something and turned his head to look in Zang Ya’s direction. To his surprise, he saw that Zang Ya had woken up at some point and was just staring at him for a moment.

An Yun’s face showed surprise. He quickly put down the notebook and pen in his hand and said happily to Zang Ya, “Young master, you’re awake. Are you feeling uncomfortable now?”

Zang Ya shook his head slightly and said nothing.

Seeing him like this, An Yun suddenly slapped his head and said directly, “Look at me, I’m stupid. You must be uncomfortable like this. By the way, drink some water first, and then eat something. We can talk about other things afterward.”

An Yun happily ordered the maid beside him to bring some water and went to the kitchen to bring over the porridge he had been preparing.

An Yun first helped Zang Ya sit up with a special hollow chair behind his back and then fed him some water.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, the meat porridge that had been prepared earlier was brought over.

An Yun wanted to pass the porridge to Zang Ya for him to eat, but when he handed it over, he saw Zang Ya’s hands trembling slightly.

An Yun immediately stopped passing the porridge, his smile fading a bit, silently cursing himself for being careless.

To reassure Zang Ya, An Yun quickly put a smile back on his face and said, “Let me feed you! You’ve just woken up, I’m afraid it’s hard for you to eat by yourself.”

Zang Ya nodded, but said nothing. He didn’t seem to notice An Yun’s thoughts.

As An Yun was feeding Zang Ya the porridge, Zang Ya’s eyes were locked on him for a moment. An Yun couldn’t tell what he was thinking with his dark gaze.

Being stared at like this, An Yun felt an immense psychological pressure. If he didn’t know that Zang Ya couldn’t do anything to him right now and that Zang Ya was still a patient, he would have just let him eat the porridge himself.

After Zang Ya finished two bowls of meat porridge and took a sip of water, An Yun wiped his mouth with a dry towel, and the meal was considered finished.

An Yun looked at Zang Ya, noticing that his face seemed a little better than when he was asleep, and he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The doctor, who had been invited because Zang Ya was awake, diagnosed Zang Ya, adjusted his medication, and gave instructions for the following precautions before leaving.

An Yun had always been worried about Zang Ya. It wasn’t until he heard from the doctor that Zang Ya was fine and just needed to recuperate for a while that the heavy weight on his chest was finally lifted.

Zang Ya sat on the bed, glanced around the room, and said calmly, “Open the windows, this room is too stuffy.”

An Yun looked outside. The sun was out today, and it wasn’t too cold, so it seemed like a good time to get some fresh air. He stood up, intending to open the window farther away, but as he was about to stand, he realized that his hand was being held.

An Yun lowered his head and met Zang Ya’s gaze.

Zang Ya said calmly, “Let the maids do it.”

When he wasn’t sick, Zang Ya was the biggest boss in the courtyard. Now that he was unwell, he was the centre of everyone’s attention.

An Yun didn’t think there was any reason to argue with him over something so trivial, so he obediently sat back down and let the maids handle it.

Zang Ya took An Yun’s hand and began playing with it, moving his fingertips over the delicate skin, causing a tingling sensation.

An Yun endured the strange feeling and sat beside the bed with Zang Ya. Seeing that his face was still a little pale, he couldn’t help but ask, “Why does your mother hate you?”

Zang Ya paused for a moment while stroking An Yun’s hand, then looked up at him. He saw that An Yun was both curious and nervous, like a little child, full of curiosity about the outside world but afraid of danger, constantly testing the waters. Zang Ya smirked and asked, “Want to know?”

An Yun nodded subconsciously, but quickly shook his head after realizing what he had done. “I’m just a little curious. If you can’t tell me, then you don’t have to.”

Zang Ya stared at him for a while, as if contemplating something. Then, he smirked and said, “There’s nothing I can’t say, but I have a request. If you do it, I’ll tell you.”

An Yun frowned, asking, “What?”

“You take the initiative to come over and kiss me.”

An Yun hesitated for a moment, his curiosity overpowering his shyness about kissing Zang Ya. After all, it wasn’t as if he had never kissed Zang Ya before. Soon, he leaned in, intending to kiss him briefly and be done with it.

However, as soon as their lips touched, Zang Ya suddenly became like a wolf pouncing on its prey. He quickly grabbed the back of An Yun’s neck and deepened the kiss.

An Yun hadn’t expected this and, instinctively, tried to pull away. But the injuries on Zang Ya’s body flashed through his mind, and the strength of his struggle immediately dissipated. He didn’t dare to resist, instead cooperating, hoping that the dominant force would use less strength so as not to injure his back.

When Zang Ya finally let go, An Yun found himself half-kneeling on his lap, his hands on Zang Ya’s shoulders, looking at him with hazy eyes.

Zang Ya’s lips, which had been faintly pale earlier, were now rosier from the intense kiss.

Zang Ya looked at An Yun with a satisfied expression, then gently bit his lips again before saying, “Actually, it’s not a big deal. My mother was taken away by my father using some unfair means. Before she entered the Zang Mansion, she had a loved one, and that person’s child. My father had the child aborted. So, she hated my father and naturally hated me.”

An Yun, who had just felt like his brain was deprived of oxygen and could barely breathe, suddenly woke up with a start after hearing Zang Ya’s words. He was shocked by the revelation.

Note

One of the reasons why her title is still Mrs. You and not Madam Zang, I think she would be disgusted by the ‘Madam Zang’ name.