Beyond the Unknown

One

"You are all clear. The surgery was successful, and you have thoroughly recovered from the injury. I declare you fit for any physical activity."

Wei Qian could only blink at the surgeon's words when he first heard them. He had gone alone to the prestigious hospital for his check-up, despite Zhiyuan's tantrums and protests.

And now?

His world stopped for a moment, then spun so fast he felt he might faint.

He didn't know how to break the news to Zhiyuan. So when he returned home, his man had looked at him hopefully, expecting some happy news but nodded when Wei Qian fed him the lie that he still needed more time to recover.

But Wei Qian needed a second opinion to soothe his doubts. And the only person who could calm his agitation was Dr. Lin Zu Yuan.

So Wei Qian found his way back to the doctor's little practice.

One look at the report and the eagerness in Wei Qian's eyes, and Dr. Lin nodded, reassuring him that he was recovering well. The only caution was to avoid brutal fights.

"Don't bash any skulls, and for God's sake, no more surgeries without anaesthesia, and you'll be golden," Dr. Lin said, making an "okay" sign with his fingers.

Wei Qian nodded. As he rose from his seat, he bowed deeply to show his gratitude for the doctor's prompt decision to perform the surgery.

Wei Qian would have his eyesight.

He would be able to see his man, his family, without the constant fear of going blind from an old fight. Though Wei Qian didn't regret the bout—it had allowed him to keep Zhiyuan—he would do it all over again if he had to.

Giddiness and excitement filled him. A part of him was embarrassed at the thought but it had been a while since they had been physically intimate. With Wei Qian's past of being abused by his mother and then his surgery, Xiao Yuan was always extremely careful about both his mental and physical wellbeing.

And the man had made him go from someone who didn't think much about sex to someone who can't keep his hands off his man, in a matter of months.

Wei Qian often wondered what he had done in a past life to deserve someone like Zhiyuan, who was not only sexy and smart enough to print money but also so damn clingy and obsessed with him. Zhiyuan's touch was gentle but possessive, his gaze always filled with an intensity that made Wei Qian feel cherished and desired.

As he made his way home, Wei Qian's steps were light but firm, his mind filled with contentment. The sight of Zhiyuan waiting for him, love and hope in his eyes, was a vision that made every hardship worthwhile. His only regret in life was to push him away so many times due to his fear. If only he was a little courageous...

Wei Qian shook his head and rolled his eyes at his dumb thoughts.

Determined to break the good news in a special way, Wei Qian decided to cook Zhiyuan's favourite dish for dinner. He stopped by the market, his eyes scanning the stalls with a newfound appreciation for the vibrant colours and bustling energy. He picked out the freshest vegetables, the finest cuts of meat, and the most aromatic herbs and spices, imagining the smile on Yuan's face when he tasted the meal.

His man was turning him into a sap.

Back home, he set to work in the kitchen, his hands moving deftly as he prepared the ingredients. The familiar scents filled the air, bringing back memories of shared meals and intimate conversations. As the dish simmered, Wei Qian set the table with care, lighting candles and putting on crystal wine glasses to create a warm and inviting atmosphere.