exo Icy Gem

Chapter3

Huang Zi Tao immediately got busy in the kitchen. Known locally as “Young Master Huang,” his family background is no less prestigious than Wu Shi Xun’s, owning his own family business, the sole heir to the Huang family. The housemaids at home are numerous; Huang Zi Tao is easygoing with the servants, never troubling those weaker than himself, but when facing tough enemies, his ruthlessness is no less than Wu Shi Xun’s. However, when Lu Han is around, all that’s left of Huang Zi Tao is gentleness. Lu Han’s meals are always prepared by himself, never allowing the servants to interfere, a cooking skill he acquired only after meeting Lu Han. “Lu Lu,” he gently woke the sleeping person, helped him up, and fed him the millet porridge in his hand. The sight of Lu Han pained Huang Zi Tao, his pale face so weary, nowhere could he find the energetic young man. Lu Han never considered himself, preferring to take on all responsibilities, hoping to alleviate the pain of those around him, especially Wu Shi Xun. As long as Shi Xun was happy, nothing else mattered. Huang Zi Tao fed Lu Han spoon by spoon, and Lu Han’s clear eyes made Huang Zi Tao’s heart beat every second, never far away. “Lu Han, before I met you, I never understood what love was.” In Huang Zi Tao’s eyes, there was only Lu Han, and in Lu Han’s eyes, there was only Wu Shi Xun, two hearts that could have come close never intersected. “Huang Zi Tao, if I had met you first, maybe, I would have fallen in love with you, but God never lets us off so easily, entangling us together endlessly.”

Lu Han fell into a deep sleep… On the lawn, the tender grass emitted a faint fragrance…

“What’s your name, why are you alone here?” A naive voice echoed in the warm sunshine, so warm it made one enjoy. “I am Shi Xun.” The boy replied with an innocent face, bowing his head, seemingly a bit unhappy, “No one plays with me.” “I will play with you.” “Really?” A face full of joy hung on the tender little face. “Of course.” “You are so nice, what is your name?” “I am Lu Lu.” “Then let’s pinky swear to be best friends for life, okay?” “Okay, okay, pinky swear, a hundred years hanging, no changing allowed.” The innocent and tender laughter of Lu Han and Shi Xun echoed between heaven and earth. Shi Xun met this boy named Lu Lu when he was most helpless, perhaps it was that day, Shi Xun fell in love with the person before him, destined to devote his life to him. And Lu Han, it was that day he accidentally fell into the abyss of a doomed fate, destined to never recover. Yet, not far away, a pair of eyes were watching them, those eyes flickering with the shadow of a demon… Lu Han lay on the bed in a daze, shaking his head continuously, “Shi Xun, Shi Xun.” Huang Zi Tao came upon hearing the sound, “What’s wrong, Lu Lu?” “Shi Xun, Shi Xun…” Large beads of sweat rolled over the pale skin, brows furrowed, the slight shaking of the head gave Huang Zi Tao an indescribable taste. My love, can’t you let go of Wu Shi Xun even in your dreams? How much do you love him? “Shi Xun, Shi Xun.” The voice of Lu Han brought Huang Zi Tao back to the present, “It’s okay, Lu Han.” Huang Zi Tao gently stroked Lu Han’s head, lay on top of him, and hugged him, “It’s okay, it’s okay.” Only then did Lu Han quiet down, Huang Zi Tao breathed a sigh of relief, all was well through the night.

In the vast hospital with its pristine white walls, nurses and doctors hurried through the corridors. There was an indescribable, eerie atmosphere in the hospital; no one spoke, and if they did, it was only a few hasty words about work. The hospital’s welfare was excellent, and many wished to work there but couldn’t. Baidi Hospital was the most famous local hospital, even more authoritative than the municipal hospital in City A. There had never been any medical accidents reported here, a testament to the exceptional leadership and extraordinary capabilities of its owner.

The doctors’ efforts brought comfort to the patients, like Lu Ming, who was currently lying on a large hospital bed, cracking sunflower seeds and looking quite at ease. His eyes were squinted into slits, and his middle-parted hairstyle didn’t look out of place at all. The patient’s gown fit him just right. His cheekbones were not very prominent from the side, but they did not lack firmness. Lu Ming was indeed handsome, except for the black blood flowing from his forehead, spreading throughout his body, giving off a sinister aura that contrasted with the doctor in front of him—a contrast unnoticed by others. The doctor had naturally large, adorable eyes, a high nose bridge, and a pointed nose. His lips, neither too big nor too small, sat perfectly on his fair face.

“How is it, did Sehun notice any flaws?” the doctor asked. “No, how could he? He would never suspect me,” Lu Ming replied confidently and with certainty. “Why are you so confident?” “Because Wu Sehun said he ‘loves’ me.” Lu Ming emphasized the word “love” with a hint of sarcasm. “President Lu, I think Sehun is really sincere with you. You don’t need to resort to such means to win love!” the doctor naively said, believing that Lu Ming was just throwing a childish tantrum.

“Zhang Yixing, from now on, just do your job and stay out of my business!” Lu Ming roared. Why the outburst? Everything was fine just a moment ago. Zhang Yixing, startled by the sudden yelling, left the room without a word. Zhang Yixing, a graduate with a Ph.D. from Queen’s University, worked at the most renowned hospital in the city. His reputation quickly spread among the patients in pain throughout City A. Wealthy people would specifically request him. Zhang Yixing had spent his life studying, supported by his family. After graduation, he came to work at the hospital. He hadn’t experienced much of the society’s wickedness or the complexity of human relationships. The comfortable environment had nurtured a young man with a simple way of thinking. Even his interview at the hospital had gone smoothly without any difficulty.

Over the years, Zhang Yixing had come to understand, to some extent, the affairs between Lu Ming, Lu Han, Huang Zitao, and Wu Sehun. In his view, Lu Ming liked Sehun and always hoped the two would get along well. As for Lu Han, to be honest, he felt a bit of pity for him, nothing more. With a sigh of resignation, Zhang Yixing left the room. Inside, the person clenched his fists, veins on his wrists bulging, muscles on his face sagging with anger, “Wu Sehun, what do I need your love for? I want your wealth,” Lu Ming said bitterly, recalling the farce he had orchestrated that night.