Ch 80: Rewind

“His father, Chuan Chuan has a fever, his forehead is so hot!”

Hearing a familiar voice, Ji Chuan slowly opened his eyes.

“Mom?”

“His father, quickly get ready to go to the hospital! Chuan Chuan is delirious with fever!”

“Mom, I’m fine…”

Ji Chuan hugged his mother, the long-held longing causing him to suddenly shed tears, though Shu Ning, embraced by Ji Chuan, didn’t notice.

Ji Mingzhou at the door was putting on his coat, then quickly entered the room, preparing to carry Ji Chuan to the car.

“Dad!”

Ji Chuan then hugged his father; he hadn’t felt his parents’ embrace in a long time.

“Chuan Chuan?”

Ji Mingzhou felt his son hadn’t hugged him like this in a long time, and was somewhat happy.

It was really hot; Ji Mingzhou felt Ji Chuan’s temperature and quickly exerted himself to lift him.

But Ji Chuan stopped him; when did his son become so strong?

“Dad, I’m fine.”

Although his body was a little hot, Ji Chuan didn’t feel any discomfort.

He just wanted to quietly stay by their side.

“Chuan Chuan, I’ll call in sick for you; no need to go to work.”

“Yeah, Mom, I don’t want to go anymore.”

Shu Ning and Ji Mingzhou exchanged a glance, then smiled and nodded at Ji Chuan.

“Okay, then Chuan Chuan can stay home and keep Mom company.”

Ji Chuan felt warmth in his heart; no matter what decision he made, his parents were very supportive, never letting him suffer any grievances.

“Mom, you’re not asking me why?”

“It must be their fault. My Chuan Chuan is so excellent; your leaving is their loss.”

“Mom, why are you so good to me…”

Although he had heard it before, Ji Chuan was still very moved.

“You’re our only treasure, my dear. We’ll take care of you. Even if you don’t work for the rest of your life, your father and I can support you, don’t worry.”

Shu Ning gently patted Ji Chuan’s back, and Ji Chuan cried again, as if all the past suffering was just a long nightmare.

“Son, go to the hospital, don’t let the fever get worse.”

Shu Ning’s tone was gentle, as if Ji Chuan were still a child.

“I’m fine, Mom, really. Look, I’m in good spirits; I’m just hungry and craving Dad’s cooking.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll cook right away.”

Ji Mingzhou happily walked to the kitchen; his son craved his cooking, so he had to show off his skills today.

Ji Chuan felt very hungry; he hadn’t tasted his father’s cooking in a long time, and it felt like he hadn’t eaten in a long time.

But that was impossible; wouldn’t people die without food? Maybe he was really sick and had used up a lot of energy.

But now he should be fine; he didn’t feel any discomfort. Whatever illness he had was cured the moment he saw his parents.

“Master…”

Ji Chuan seemed to hear a faint voice, sounding somewhat anxious. His house was a detached villa, usually very quiet; it couldn’t be a neighbor’s voice.

Where did that voice come from… Maybe he just heard wrong.

Ji Chuan went downstairs, watching his father busy in the kitchen, feeling very warm.

It seemed like he hadn’t felt this warmth in a long time; Ji Chuan felt strange today.

“What’s wrong, Chuan Chuan? Don’t you like it?”

Seeing Ji Chuan staring blankly at the table, Ji Mingzhou was a little nervous; had his new dish failed?

Ji Chuan shook his head and laughed.

“This is the best meal I’ve ever eaten. Everything my dad cooks is so delicious.”

“Hahahaha, my son is really good at making me happy!”

The whole family laughed happily, but Ji Chuan felt a strange sense of loneliness.

“Chuan Chuan, if you’re feeling better, your father and I will go see a project this afternoon.”

Shu Ning’s expression was apologetic; they had an appointment with the other party in the morning, but seeing Ji Chuan’s condition, they had to cancel; but now they had to go.

“It’s okay, Mom and Dad, your work is important.”

Ji Chuan knew his parents were busy, running around to choose good projects and attending many banquets, but every time he was sick or unwell, they would be by his side.

When he was in school, his parents would accompany him at every graduation performance, representative speech, sports meet… any important moment, and they would film it like reporters with a video camera.

There were no parents more exaggerated than them; it was like their son was a star.

When his parents went out, Ji Chuan hugged them again.

Shu Ning thought her son was getting cuter and cuter; even though he had graduated from college, his round little face still looked like a high school student.

“Mom, I’m a grown man; stop pinching my cheeks.”

“My dear baby is so cute, I couldn’t help it.”

Shu Ning laughed happily and sat in the passenger seat.

After waving goodbye to Ji Chuan, they drove off.

His mobile phone rang; it was Song Huai.

“Ji Chuan, do you even look at your phone? You didn’t reply to so many messages!”

Song Huai was very angry; the best way to contact Ji Chuan was still by phone.

This otaku didn’t even look at his phone when he played games.

“A Huai…”

Usually, Ji Chuan would be very perfunctory and witty, but hearing Song Huai’s voice made him a little dazed.

“Ji Chuan, what’s wrong with you?”

Song Huai noticed the change in Ji Chuan’s tone; had he said something wrong?

“Nothing, where are you? I’ll go find you.”

“Huh? I’m at the International Trade Center, are you coming?”

“Yeah, wait for me.”

Feeling like he hadn’t talked to Song Huai in a long time, he missed him so much that Ji Chuan stepped hard on the accelerator.

Arriving at the International Trade Center, Ji Chuan came to the agreed place; Song Huai was standing there looking at the stage in the center of the first floor of the mall.

Ji Chuan walked in front of him; Song Huai was about to turn around to greet him when Ji Chuan hugged him.

Song Huai was stunned for a moment, then pushed Ji Chuan away with a laugh, “What are you doing? Haven’t you been single for too long and started to miss me?”

He was still the same unserious person from his memory.

“I just miss you a little.”

“Dude, what’s going on? Are you serious?!”

Song Huai exaggeratedly covered his behind; no wonder Ji Chuan always played Thousand Years of Death with him.

“What are you doing at the International Trade Center?”

Ji Chuan ignored Song Huai’s exaggerated actions; it was a little awkward in the crowded mall, so he quickly changed the subject.

“You really don’t look at your phone, huh? PS7 is released; I queued for a long time to get one for you. How about that? Am I your good Baba?”

Song Huai smiled and patted Ji Chuan’s head; the 186cm Song Huai could easily reach the top of the 175cm Ji Chuan’s head.

There was no imagined resistance; Ji Chuan was very well-behaved today.

Ji Chuan naturally took the game console from Song Huai.

“Thanks, my good son.”

Sure enough, being this well-behaved was a trap.

“Let’s go, I’ll treat you to afternoon tea.”

“No, Xia Yida will be here soon to promote her movie; there won’t be such a good spot later.”

Song Huai pointed to the stage downstairs; Ji Chuan only then noticed that more people were gathering around the central area spanning several floors.

“Xia Yida is in Jianghua City for promotion…”

Ji Chuan’s pupils suddenly constricted; he remembered this day; first-tier star Xia Yida came to Jianghua City, easily found online.

The reason he remembered this day so clearly was because that night he received a call from the hospital; his parents had died in a car accident.