Chapter 7 - AM I BEING HATED? (1/2)

IT HAD been a week since Luo Yan woke up. He still couldn't move properly as he wanted to. He could only eat soft foods. But at least now, it's not that hard for him to speak anymore. He was moved to a much bigger VIP room in the hospital. If there weren't any doctors and nurses coming in here, it almost felt like he was just in a very big room.

He also met his dietician. A middle-aged man with a very kind smile. He heard from the nurses that he was the very best in the country. With that, Luo Yan finally understood that his new family was really rich. Apparently, his father was the president of a big company. Which made this body a rich second generation. No, it's him now. He should get used to his new identity.

But honestly speaking, it's not just his new identity, there's still one thing he couldn't get quite used to. That was the love and care his new family was showing him. Well, except for his younger brother. That one always seemed to be angry for some reason. With his exception, Luo Yan's father and older brother kept showering him with love, completely spoiling him. It was even much harder because he could feel that that love was genuine.

It was something Luo Yan never thought that he would ever feel in his life. He always scammed people and acted in a way they wanted so they would be kind to him. He never felt this kind of unconditional familial love. Even though he knew that that love was for the original owner of this body, he couldn't help but want to return it back.

Maybe it's the lingering feelings of the original owner. But he really did want to treasure these people, even that seemingly annoying younger brother. For the first time in his life he wanted to treat people sincerely. Was it wrong for him to feel this way? No, it was just his cynical self talking. As always. How could returning the kindness of others be wrong? If he did, then maybe... maybe he could finally have the kind of family he always wanted.

Speaking of, Luo Yan turned to the side where his father was sitting with a laptop on top of a table in front of him. Ever since Luo Yan woke up, his father had been doing his work here. If he could, he would have already put another bed in this room so he could just sleep here. But even with that, it almost felt like he had been staying here overnight. Because he only left whenever Luo Yan fell asleep. And then when Luo Yan woke up, his father was already here.

”Dad, is it really okay for you to stay here all the time? Don't you have to go to work?”

Luo Wei Tian looked up from his laptop and showed a rare smile to his son. He walked towards his bed and sat on the side. ”It's fine. I could work at my own time. It's the advantage of being the president. Or don't you want Dad to be here?” the last one he asked with a bit of grievance in his voice.

[What's this? You're supposed to be a cold president. What are you doing selling meng to your own son?] Luo Yan just chose to smile. ”Of course not. I enjoy having Dad here.”

Which was true. Suddenly waking up in this kind of situation would be daunting for anyone. Even for him. Having someone staying by his side was pretty reassuring. It actually helped him in his transition in this new life, emotionally at least.

”Good. Because I also love being here with you,” his father said while gently stroking his head.

After lunch, Luo Wei Tian had to leave because of a situation in the main office that he had to deal himself. He didn't really want to leave Xiao Yan by himself. Doctor Han said that they shouldn't treat him too much like a child. Because it would be even harder for him to transition to his real age which was 17. But Luo Wei Tian couldn't help himself. For him, Xiao Yan was still that ten year old child. He just wanted to spoil him for all the years that Xiao Yan missed with his family.

As he was about to tell his assistant to handle it, his eldest came. He was finally relieved to leave Xiao Yan.

Luo Ren sat on the chair beside the hospital bed. ”Have you eaten lunch?” he asked.

Luo Yan nodded. ”You don't have class, Brother?”