Chapter 115: Back To That Key Moment ①

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Chapter 115: Back To That Key Moment ①

Shang Ke struggled to open his eyes. The light above him swam in and out of focus, figures moved back and forth around him, and indistinct rustling voices filled his ears as though coming from somewhere impossibly far away.

In his haze, Shang Ke’s consciousness sank into darkness once more…

“The surgery was very successful, Mr. Jiang. There’s no need to worry.”

“No need to worry? It’s been almost a month! How am I supposed not to worry?”

“Young Master Jiang underwent two surgeries in succession. Some weakness and rejection symptoms are inevitable. Please be patient, Mr. Jiang. Young Master Jiang will recover.”

“Mm…”

Just then, Shang Ke let out a low groan and slowly opened his eyes. The sudden brightness made him instinctively furrow his brow.

“Yumo!” Jiang Song rushed to the bedside, his face lighting up with joy. “You’re awake!”

Once his eyes adjusted to the light, Shang Ke finally got a clear look at his surroundings. He was in a hospital room, and the man standing beside him was Jiang Yumo’s father, Jiang Song.

Shang Ke didn’t know exactly what point in time he had returned to. The only thing he knew for certain was that he was alive again—alive once more in the world that belonged to Jian Chenfeng.

A few days later, Shang Ke more or less pieced together his current situation. He had returned to the point when Jian Xin ran out after Jiang Donglin—the incident where, in the original timeline, Shang Ke had been gravely injured saving her and rushed into emergency surgery. This time, however, history had deviated slightly. Shang Ke had still chased after her, but Jian Chenfeng was the one who saved both of them. He arrived just before the two of them rushed into the middle of the road, yanking one back and tackling the other aside in time to prevent the tragedy.

Afterward, Shang Ke’s condition worsened because he had hit his head when he fell, and he was immediately rushed into surgery. After two operations in succession, the brain tumor was successfully removed.

In other words, not only had Shang Ke kept his heart this time, the hidden threat in his brain had also been eliminated.

And every one of these changes originated with Jian Chenfeng. Why had he appeared at exactly that place and time? Surely he hadn’t been reborn too? Ha, ha… Hmm. Maybe he really had…

Knock, knock. The hospital-room door opened gently, and a familiar figure entered Shang Ke’s field of vision.

“Yumo.” Jian Chenfeng walked slowly toward Shang Ke with a bouquet of roses in his arms. His eyes were filled with emotions he was desperately trying to suppress, and he didn’t even notice when the rose thorns pricked his fingers.

Shang Ke smiled at him. Like sunlight, that smile instantly warmed Jian Chenfeng’s frozen heart, and the world that had once been incomplete became whole again in that moment.

Jian Chenfeng put down the bouquet and drew Shang Ke into his arms. His embrace was strong yet exceedingly careful, and even his breathing slowed as though he were afraid of disturbing him.

He was alive. He was still alive!

Even now, Jian Chenfeng could scarcely believe that he had been given another chance to see Yumo alive. The instant he realized he had been reborn on the very day Yumo died, he had no time to think. He drove straight to the hospital and managed, by the narrowest margin, to save both Yumo and Jian Xin.

To prevent Yumo from ever again using his brain tumor as an excuse to so readily give up his own life, Jian Chenfeng brought in a specialist and had the tumor operated on before Yumo regained consciousness.

Of course, he had obtained the Jiang family’s consent first.

The surgery was successful, but while waiting for Yumo to wake, every day felt like a year to Jian Chenfeng. He was terrified that he would wake up one morning only to hear another piece of devastating news.

Fortunately, all of this was real. Yumo was alive, right here in his arms.

Jian Chenfeng thanked the heavens for giving him a second life and the chance to make up for the regrets of his last one.

This time, he would never let go again.

“Thank you,” Shang Ke said. “My father told me that my surgery went so smoothly largely because of your help.”

“There’s no need to thank me.” Jian Chenfeng gazed deeply at him. “As long as you’re alive and healthy, I’ll be happy.”

The depth of emotion in his eyes touched Shang Ke, and his heart began pounding.

After a long while, he suddenly ruined the atmosphere by asking, “How is Jian Xin?”

He certainly wasn’t going to donate his heart again this time, so what would happen to Jian Xin’s transplant?

Jian Chenfeng’s expression darkened. “She’s abroad right now. She had her transplant the day before yesterday, and it was successful.”

As soon as Shang Ke’s surgery succeeded, Jian Chenfeng had shrewdly sent Jian Xin out of the country so that a certain someone wouldn’t get another chance to rip out his heart for her.

So Jian Xin would have been fine even without his heart? The System really had made him die one hell of a pointless death last time, Shang Ke complained inwardly.

“She has your older brother looking after her, so you don’t need to worry.” Jian Chenfeng deliberately brought up Jiang Donglin so Yumo would give up on Jian Xin as soon as possible. Although Jian Chenfeng was Jian Xin’s own older brother, after everything he remembered from their previous life, he genuinely felt that his sister was not worth Yumo sacrificing himself for.

“Mm. As long as she’s all right.” Shang Ke leaned comfortably against the pillows and smiled at Jian Chenfeng, his eyes shimmering with light.

Looking at the thoroughly delectable Shang Ke, Jian Chenfeng—who had originally prepared himself for a long campaign—suddenly felt unbearably restless. He wanted nothing more than to push Yumo down beneath him immediately and thoroughly ravish him.

In the end, however, he stubbornly endured it. Haste made waste. Yumo had only just undergone surgery and was still physically weak; Jian Chenfeng couldn’t be that much of an animal.

Shang Ke gave him the most seductive, flawless, 360-degree, no-bad-angle smile he could manage, yet the man didn’t touch so much as one of his fingers. Since when had this beastly type switched over to the pure-and-innocent route?

With a solemn expression, Jian Chenfeng asked, “Yumo, does what you said before still count?”

“What did I say?”

“Once your surgery succeeded, you’d be with me.”

Shang Ke shot him a sideways glance. Is it really okay to casually turn a question into a statement? I clearly never agreed.

“I won’t force you.” Jian Chenfeng took his hand and said gently, “I have an entire lifetime to wait for you.”

He had already lived through one lonely lifetime without Yumo. This time, he would never allow happiness to slip through his fingers again, because in this life, there was no longer any reason or obstacle that could stop him from being with this man.

Shang Ke recovered quickly and was discharged in less than half a month. He only needed to return to the hospital regularly for follow-up examinations.

Jian Chenfeng took him back to the house where they had lived before, and Father Jiang actually saw them off with remarkable enthusiasm. Shang Ke had never seen anyone sell off his own son so cheerfully. His father probably still had no idea about the “illicit affair” between Shang Ke and Jian Chenfeng; otherwise, there was no way he could have remained this calm.

After Shang Ke finished unpacking and walked out of the bedroom, he discovered that Jian Chenfeng had already prepared an entire table of food. Shang Ke stared in surprise. When the hell did Jian Chenfeng unlock the cooking skill?

“Try it. It can’t compare to your cooking, but it should taste decent.” Dressed in casual clothes and smiling beside the dining table, Jian Chenfeng looked like the very model of an ideal husband.

After Shang Ke left this world, Jian Chenfeng found himself unable to stomach food cooked by anyone else, so he decided to learn how to cook on his own. Unfortunately, he had no talent for it. At first, everything he made was practically inedible, and he lost dozens of pounds in a single month. Only after he finally learned to produce something edible did his weight gradually return to normal.

Shang Ke knew none of this, but from the taste of the food alone, he could still sense how much effort and care Jian Chenfeng had put into it.

The Jian Chenfeng in Shang Ke’s memories had always carried an air of untouchable arrogance, but the man before him now seemed to have discarded every protective shell and pretense, leaving only his softest side exposed in Shang Ke’s presence.

Shang Ke’s earlier suspicion had more or less been confirmed. The Jian Chenfeng before him really was a reborn Jian Chenfeng.

After dinner, Shang Ke went to take a shower. Halfway through, he suddenly pulled open the bathroom door and called toward Jian Chenfeng in the living room, “Jian Chenfeng, I forgot to bring a change of clothes. Could you get them for me?”

Jian Chenfeng brought the clothes to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

“The door isn’t locked,” Shang Ke called from inside over the sound of running water.

So… he wants me to bring them inside?

Jian Chenfeng steadied himself, opened the bathroom door, and walked inside without looking to either side.

Amid the hazy steam, Shang Ke was bent over, apparently concentrating very seriously on… picking up the soap.

His slender waist and full, rounded ass swayed completely naked right in front of Jian Chenfeng’s eyes.

Jian Chenfeng’s entire body went rigid. In his head, he was already imagining himself lunging forward, pinning Yumo against the wall, and doing all kinds of obscene, mind-blowing things to him.

“Thanks.” Shang Ke reached for the clothes, only to discover that Jian Chenfeng was gripping them so tightly that he couldn’t pull them free.

“Jian Chenfeng?” Shang Ke gave him a puzzled look.

But in Jian Chenfeng’s eyes, the freshly showered Shang Ke had flushed cheeks and damp, gleaming skin, while every glance from his eyes seemed saturated with seductive charm.

The R-rated images in Jian Chenfeng’s mind immediately became even more chaotic and explicit—kneading, biting, penetration… Yet in reality, he merely loosened his grip with a blank expression and allowed Shang Ke to take the clothes.

He stared at Shang Ke like a starving wolf as the other man slowly dressed, then stiffly followed him out of the bathroom.

Shang Ke glanced at his lower body from the corner of his eye. His cock was already hard as iron, yet he could still endure it? Shang Ke had to give him a mental thumbs-up.

His wet-body bathroom seduction had failed, but Shang Ke was not discouraged in the slightest. His fighting spirit remained high. That evening while they watched television in the living room, Shang Ke wore nothing but a thin shirt, occasionally wandering past Jian Chenfeng or lazily reclining against the cushions and seemingly lifting one leg without thinking.

Shang Ke kept subtly seducing Jian Chenfeng, but the bastard acted like some saint completely immune to temptation and stubbornly ignored every bit of beauty placed before him.

“Charge! Hurry, charge!” On television, their army was fearlessly throwing itself at the enemy in a hot-blooded battle scene.

Jian Chenfeng sat perfectly upright with a taut expression while Shang Ke sprawled sideways on the sofa, boredly playing with the hem of his shirt.

“Brothers! For the victory of the revolution—charge!”

Rat-a-tat-tat! A deafening burst of gunfire erupted from the television.

Shang Ke turned toward the screen and found it filled with martyrs being shot in the head and spraying blood everywhere.

His arousal vanished instantly. He might as well wash up and go to sleep. Today was obviously not an auspicious night for rolling in the sheets.

Shang Ke stood and headed toward the bedroom with a yawn.

He had barely taken a few steps when a hand caught him and yanked him into a burning-hot embrace. The world spun, and the next instant Shang Ke was pressed down onto the sofa and thoroughly kissed. Jian Chenfeng caressed the man beneath him with almost desperate hunger, refusing to leave a single inch of skin untouched.

Jian Chenfeng abruptly lifted Shang Ke, gripped his waist, and drove him down hard onto his cock.

“Ah!” The sudden penetration made Shang Ke throw his head back.

After that, Jian Chenfeng finally began the “revolutionary cause” he had waited two lifetimes for. That night, amid the sounds of battle still pouring from the television, the two of them remained tangled together in passionate lovemaking…

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