The eyes from all around were watching, filled with malice, indifference, and curiosity, all directed at him, and he couldn’t hide behind others. Yan Chuan was astonished to realize that so many people in the confinement island prison still remembered him, the “Eastern face” thief. Although he seldom showed his face and even fainted during the “inspection,” leaving the crowded area early, this group still seemed to discuss him passionately. Fortunately, they were merely standing still and didn’t come over. Yan Chuan strongly suspected that if he were alone here, they would certainly surround him.
For the first time, he felt such looming eyes while in the script, as if he were a poor little rabbit thrown into a den of beasts, observed with naked scrutiny and absolute lack of kindness.
Yan Chuan’s head felt heavy. He also felt a bit embarrassed. Previously, he had rejected Hesse’s invitation in front of many people and had walked away holding a plate, which probably embarrassed Hesse a great deal. Now, however, he was appearing behind Hesse. Yan Chuan felt as though he had lost any reputation he once had, but thankfully, they didn’t know his name. It was fortunate that the prison guards had prepared some card games for the prisoners to expend their energy, allowing them to be somewhat distracted. Yan Chuan, however, didn’t know how to play cards well, so he just sat to the side and watched.
Before long, lunchtime arrived. Yan Chuan followed Hesse to the cafeteria. Once he acknowledged that he was Hesse’s person, the quality of his meals increased significantly. No longer was it sticky borscht soup, hard bread, and cold rice, but instead, it was soft honey bread and a whole piece of grilled steak. There was even an orange for dessert. Yan Chuan took small bites of the bread, feeling this was the first actual meal he had in the script. The food at Navy’s place didn’t count; that was just dessert.
[How unexpected that the first relief in this script comes from Yan Bao getting to eat hot meals…]
[Poor baby, it feels like he might cry from eating…]
[I can cook! Wife, come to my house, I’ll make you a meal!]
[Hmm… After that, does wife still have to go to the doctor for a meal? Won’t she be too full?]
[I cried too. When will wife meet a truly silent and reliable partner? That prison guard seems good…]
“I’m done,” Yan Chuan said, as he didn’t eat much and stopped after a while. Hesse glanced at what was left on the plate, raised an eyebrow, and asked, “Is this all you’re going to eat?” The Eastern beauty lightly responded. He wasn’t a big eater, and being watched by so many people made it a bit hard to stay there.
Moreover, there was another reason. Yan Chuan looked down at his fingertips, pressing lightly on the palm of his hand. He still had to go to Navy. He figured that Navy had prepared quite a bit for him as well. If he filled up now, he would find it embarrassing to eat at Navy’s place later.
Hesse sighed softly. He appraised the Eastern beauty’s slender figure, pausing a moment at his delicate wrist. The skin on the inside of the wrist was particularly smooth, the wrist bones protruding, and the fingertips resting on the table had a faint pink hue. Hesse curled his lip slightly and remarked, “No wonder you’re so thin.”
Yan Chuan pressed his lips together. He had stopped reacting to Hesse’s casual comments long ago. He shook his head and explained to Hesse, “I need to go to the doctor.” He was lying, having quickly learned the art of deception during his time in the escape variety show: “The doctor said I could go see him again.” Though Yan Chuan didn’t understand why a mild scratch required such treatment.
“Alright,” Hesse said with no objections and even asked, “Do you want me to accompany you?” Yan Chuan shook his head, “I can go alone.” If Hesse found out what he was actually doing with Navy, he would definitely have something to say.
So Yan Chuan went alone. He walked through the long corridor and knocked on Navy’s office door. “I’m here,” he greeted Navy. Navy responded with a warm smile, “Yes, do you feel better?”
Yan Chuan felt a bit embarrassed to roll up his pants and reveal his “wound.” Even the scar was just a faint line; the wound was healing nicely. Yan Chuan silently glanced. There was no need for such elaborate visits every day. But he wasn’t here just to see the injury. He only wanted to get some information about the prison from Navy.
Navy seemed to be genuinely committed to providing meals each day. When Yan Chuan didn’t show up, he prepared everything in advance—perhaps out of… a doctor’s goodwill? Yan Chuan looked at the full tray of food, suddenly feeling he shouldn’t have come… He was already quite full.
“Hmm?” Navy noticed the black-haired, black-eyed Eastern beauty frowning slightly and asked, “Don’t you like it?” Was there anything he didn’t like? Yan Chuan shook his head. “No,” he thought for a moment and simply stated, “I don’t eat much; you don’t have to prepare this much.” If he came every day, wouldn’t he have to eat two meals daily?
Yan Chuan suddenly felt he had used the wrong excuse; he shouldn’t have said “very hungry.” But there was no use regretting it now, so he could only gradually eat while keeping his gaze on Navy. However, he hadn’t considered that Hesse would come looking for him.
He still managed to take him outside the prison, leaving him without any reason to refuse. Yan Chuan could only eat in silence.
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