The Big Boss' Medicine 28

Yan Shen's mother had very simple interpersonal relationships, with no particularly close friends. In the second half of her life, she basically cut off contact with her family, so only a simple and low-key small funeral was held, without inviting the He family.

The He family did try to contact Yan Shen, using the pretext of handling his mother's funeral affairs to get him to return to the He family. However, he was already thoroughly fed up with this family and couldn't be bothered to waste any more time on these relatives, directly instructing to keep them away. The He family didn't have the ability to find out his whereabouts, so even if they were anxiously running around in circles, they were helpless.

Overall, Yan Shen's mother's funeral was handled very simply and was completely finished in a few days.

Yan Shen's mother's grave was ultimately placed in a cemetery in the suburbs. The location wasn't the best, but the environment was very quiet, very suitable for the deceased to rest in peace.

After the dust settled, Yan Shen stood in front of his mother's grave, his eyes lowered for a long time. There was some confusion in his dark eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, until birds in the cemetery's woods were startled by something unknown. The sound of branches and leaves struggling mixed with clear bird calls suddenly rang out in the cemetery, and only then did he come back to his senses.

He composed himself, the hazy confusion in his eyes faded, and he quickly returned to the calm and steady Yan Shen he always was.

Placing the casually held bouquet of white chrysanthemums in front of his mother's grave, the wind brought down a fallen leaf, rolling and floating around his body as it fell, happening to land on top of the tombstone, swaying a few times before standing on it.

Yan Shen's gaze lingered on the leaf for a while, but he didn't bend down to brush it off. Instead, he took Su Duan's hand beside him, habitually pinching the youth's slender and soft hand a couple of times, and said, "Let's go."

Su Duan also came back to his senses: "Mm-hmm."

Then, just like when they came, he obediently let Yan Shen hold his hand and left this quiet cemetery.

......

On the way back in the car, the atmosphere was very quiet. Yan Shen played with Su Duan's hand without saying a word. After the youth was played with like a toy for a while, he finally couldn't help but curl his fingers and asked in a low voice, "Shen Shen, did you forget something?"

Yan Shen's index finger was held by the youth's thin fingers. The fingers holding him had no strength and could be easily broken free with a slight exertion to regain the initiative. But Yan Shen didn't pull out the held finger. Instead, following the posture of the finger being held, he turned his palm slightly and held the youth's thin hand in his, rubbing the thumb pad on the smooth and fair back of the hand where the light green blood vessels were clearly visible.

Meeting the youth's somewhat cautious black eyes, Yan Shen made a low questioning sound from his throat: "Hmm?"

Su Duan honestly let him touch his hand and reminded him, "That day at the hospital..."

While speaking, he observed Yan Shen. Seeing that his expression didn't show a tendency to sink, he spit out the rest of the words: "That person said your... the lady left something for you."

According to seniority and his relationship with Yan Shen, he should have originally called Yan Shen's mother Auntie. But Su Duan thought about the bad relationship between Yan Shen and his mother, and instinctively felt that Yan Shen would not be happy with him using this title. So after hesitating for a moment, he used a more polite and distant form of address.

Yan Shen adapted well to this title and didn't show any disapproving expression.

Hearing him mention this matter, Yan Shen's rubbing motion on his hand paused, and he said, "I remember."

"Then don't forget to go get it"—Su Duan tightened the man's fingers in his hand, his voice as small as a mosquito's hum—"...what if it's something very important?"

Yan Shen didn't answer, his gaze falling on Su Duan's face, his dark eyes carrying unfathomable emotions.

Su Duan tugged at his own hair in his heart. If he were in his original form right now, he would probably be anxiously shaking his leaves.

Somewhat guiltily averting his gaze, he worriedly poked the system in his heart: "System, help me detect Yan Shen's current mood."

The hardworking system said, "Detecting that the healing target's current emotional fluctuations are leaning towards negative, but the degree is very slight. The host doesn't need to be overly worried."

Su Duan said, "Mm-hmm, thank you."

Hearing the system's words, Su Duan felt a little more at ease, but only a little.

These past few days, although Yan Shen had been busy with his mother's funeral affairs and seemed to be very dedicated to his biological mother's funeral, only Su Duan, who was by his side almost every moment, vaguely felt that in this busyness, he actually didn't invest any feelings and was just fulfilling his filial duties as a son, going through the motions step by step.

Yan Shen's nearly indifferent state left Su Duan puzzled. In order to avoid Yan Shen being unhappy, he dared not casually mention that sensitive topic.

But looking at Yan Shen's healing value that seemed to be completely stuck at 80 and not moving at all, he had no choice but to bring it up despite the difficulty. After all, according to general rules, this kind of keepsake usually has a special meaning and might be able to help Yan Shen's condition.

However, unsurprisingly, when he mentioned this, Yan Shen was indeed angry.

Su Duan actually didn't quite understand. Because every time he entered a world, most of his identities were orphans. Only in one life were his family members very loving to him, so he didn't have much personal experience with this kind of irreconcilable old grudge between relatives.

However, since he had already learned the bad habit of being biased, he of course stood on his partner's side without any principles.

Perhaps in most people's perceptions, there is no overnight grudge between mother and son. Moreover, it's been so many years since it happened. As a son, it's very wrong for Yan Shen to still hold a grudge. But the principle of spirits has always been to be happy with oneself. For Su Duan, of course he also can't like someone who makes his partner unhappy.

After a long time without a response, Yan Shen suddenly pulled his fingers out of his hand, raised them to touch Su Duan's chin, his eyes deep, and unexpectedly asked, "Do you want to leave?"

Su Duan: ?

Su Duan blinked, his chin pinched, not understanding what the man was saying for a moment.

However, this silly appearance in Yan Shen's eyes took on another meaning.

Ever since going to the hospital that day, the little hamster's attitude towards him had gradually become more and more cautious. Of course Yan Shen could sense it.

...He was probably scared by the mess of broken things on him.

Before meeting him, Su Duan's life, although ordinary, could be described as stable. The little hamster cautiously curled up in a corner, content with earning just enough money to buy sunflower seeds. If it weren't for that fateful dinner invitation falling from the sky, he would have probably continued living an ordinary yet comfortable life as before.

For someone with Su Duan's obedient and easily satisfied personality, stability was probably the most ideal state of living.

His life, however, was undoubtedly at odds with the word "stability". Even though the power he held was enough to block out the vast majority of ill will, as long as he stood in that position, there would still be an endless stream of troubles pouring in.

As long as Su Duan stayed by his side, he would never be able to live the life of an ordinary person.

He could see that Su Duan had already tried his best. That day at the hospital, he unexpectedly helped him choke off the He family, which must have taken a great deal of courage for Su Duan, who was not good with words and rarely argued with others.

However, a person's instincts are hard to change. Su Duan was still not used to the endless troubles he brought, and even when facing him, his attitude would unconsciously become cautious.

Although the young man never said it, those little details all indicated that for him, living with this man was undoubtedly an exhausting thing.

......

Just as President Yan was immersed in the bitterness of the heavy obstacles between him and the young man, the young man's clear voice rang out beside his ear, tinged with some bewilderment.

""No, what are you talking about?""

Su Duan looked at him, his slender brows knitted together, his eyes shining with a faint starlight, as if he was very puzzled.

After a few seconds of silence, Yan Shen looked at Su Duan and said in a deep, reassuring voice, "Duan Duan, don't force yourself—"

The young man opened his mouth in confusion, unable to speak for a moment. He just kept looking at him in a daze, his eyes so tangible that they almost seemed to be emitting little spirals of smoke. Finally, he let out a dazed breath and said in a silly voice, "...Huh?"

President Yan frowned. Halfway through his words, he realized that the situation might be somewhat different from what he had thought.

The little hamster was not good at lying and definitely could not pretend to be so convincing. Seeing Su Duan like this, could it be that he had misunderstood?

After a few seconds of silence, Yan Shen let go of his chin and asked as calmly as possible, "Why have you been... so listless lately?"

Su Duan blinked and slowly grabbed the man's retreating hand, explaining in a small voice, "You haven't been very happy lately..."

"If you don't want to get it, then don't"—Su Duan squeezed his hand, which was a size larger than his own, and looked up at him with dark, bright eyes, earnestly urging—"...Be happier."

In this life, his lover seemed mature and steady, but there were many times when he was even more sensitive and fragile than him. Although he looked like an adult on the outside, to Su Duan, he felt like a child who couldn't get candy.

It was because of this—

The young man's slender fingertips brushed across his palm, like a feather accidentally falling, bringing a soft numbness to the area of contact, spreading through his blood to his limbs and bones, even numbing half of his beating heart.

"No," Yan Shen changed his previously deep and melancholy attitude, and held Su Duan's slender hand, saying calmly and decisively, "I'll listen to you. We'll go get it, right now."