The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

An Xiaxia stood outside the ward. She was going to check up on Su Xiaomo, but just happened to walk in on their lovey-dovey interaction. She then sat down on the bench outside in frustration.

A tall figure walked past her. The person paused when he recognized her. “An Xiaxia?”

“Hm?” An Xiaxia looked up.

It was Yin Qinghan.

He had lost quite a few pounds, but his eyes remained bright and clear. The smile he gave An Xiaxia was very pleasant.

It was one of those hearty smiles.

“What are you doing here? Still not feeling well?”

An Xiaxia shook her head. “I’m fine. I’m here for a friend of mine.”

“I see… You know what, I haven’t thanked you properly for your help last time. How about we grab something to eat?” Yin Qinghan said with a smile.

An Xiaxia declined politely. “Glad to help. Don’t worry about it. He saved me once before.”

Come to think of it, fate was really a remarkable thing.

That time when she lost a lot of blood and the blood bank didn’t have the matching blood type, Qi Yue had saved her life by donating his own blood.

“By the way, what’s the relationship between Qi Yue and Qi Yanxi like now? Still awkward?”

“Just about the same as before. After all, people like us… are not welcomed in this society…” Yin Qinghan smiled self-mockingly.

An Xiaxia consoled him right away. “Don’t say that. People are gradually becoming more open-minded and all love needs to be respected and blessed regardless of its form. Maybe the majority of people still don’t understand you now, but I believe that eventually, they’ll see that your love is as precious as everyone else’s.”

Yin Qinghan chuckled. “You’re as… innocent as before.”

“… Are you calling me stupid?”

“No, no, I mean it, every word.”

An Xiaxia sighed. “Actually, I’m a slash fiction writer… you know, stories about romance between guys. A lot of readers like this genre. I have an autograph event next week in the city library with a famous writer. Her work is of this type as well! I believe that more and more people will begin to accept it!”

The look on Yin Qinghan’s face turned a little strange. “Which day is your event?”

“Saturday.”

“Morning or afternoon?”

“Afternoon…”

“… What’s your pseudonym?”

An Xiaxia thought that an odd question. “Um… It’s ‘Break Stones on My Chest.’ Do you know it? Have you read my books?”

“No… I’m that writer in the same event with you. I’m ‘Princess Hanhan’…” said Yin Qinghan with an impassive face.

They exchanged looks…

They both shuddered…

An Xiaxia felt frozen by the awkwardness.

“Heh… you’re a writer, too!”

“Hahaha…” Yin Qinghan played along and smiled, his facial muscles very rigid.

“I always thought ‘Princess’ was a woman…”

“And I thought you were a man…”

The two forced smiles and chatted some more about writing fiction.

A man with an imposing manner walked unhurriedly toward them down the corridor.

Seeing that they were chatting happily, the look in his eyes turned cold, which seemed to even cool the air. The two stopped talking.

An Xiaxia explained right away, “Nothing is going on between us!”

Yin Qinghan, on the other hand, never missed a chance to stir things up. Smiling wickedly, he said, “Actually… we do have a tiny something going on.”

With a grim face, Sheng Yize grabbed An Xiaxia by her wrist and dragged her to a VIP ward that was always kept for him.

An Xiaxia was pushed onto the bed and the man’s intimidating voice rang out. “So, he’s your type?”