Who is Helping Me Win by Lying Down [Transmigration] - Chapter 26:

Chapter 26:

Yan Jingchuan didn’t pay attention to Zhang Shi’s reaction.

Having slept with Chen Shu last night, it was likely due to habits formed while being Wangcai that led to this morning’s misunderstanding.

Now that he had returned to his human form, it was better to break such bad habits as soon as possible.

Moreover, the agreement with Chen Shu was only a last resort. He didn’t want Chen Shu to misunderstand him, nor did he intend to have further entanglements with him. To avoid complications later, it was necessary to draw clear boundaries from the start.

Unless.

Chen Shu himself didn’t want to move.

A faint crease appeared between Yan Jingchuan’s brows.

He was the one who suggested living together, and now he was the one asking Chen Shu to move out. It was understandable if Chen Shu thought he was capricious and felt dissatisfied.

Thinking of this, he looked at Chen Shu: Any problems?

Chen Shu didn’t mind: Sure.

This was just a hotel. Moving from the master bedroom to the secondary bedroom meant he’d only need to bring Wangcai along—a matter of a few steps.

As for Yan Jingchuan’s reversal of decision, he didn’t dwell on it.

Last night, he had already noticed that Yan Jingchuan wasn’t particularly fond of sharing a bed with him. Changing the decision was reasonable. Besides, Yan Jingchuan was the benefactor; he could change his mind as he pleased. Since it wasn’t troublesome, why waste time arguing?

So after speaking, he turned and went to the master bedroom.

Yan Jingchuan watched as he carried Wangcai in one arm, held the dog cage, and walked through the living room without any hesitation, heading toward the opposite living area.

At the door, he suddenly stopped.

Chen Shu turned back to look at the two of them.

Out of respect for his benefactor, he bid farewell: I won’t disturb your work. See you tomorrow.

Then he entered the bedroom.

Closing the door behind him.

Yan Jingchuan stared at the shut door, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, an inexplicable displeasure stirring in his heart.

Director Yan, where shall we go? Zhang Shi had already taken out his laptop, ready to continue working.

He didn’t find anything amiss at all.

In fact, he thought Chen Shu was quite easy to deal with—not as difficult to get along with as he had imagined.

So considerate, even specially making space for Director Yan.

Hearing his voice, Yan Jingchuan leaned on his cane and sat down on the sofa.

Right here.

The master bedroom was too far from the secondary bedroom; he needed to stay in the living room to recover nearby.

Zhang Shi hesitated for a moment but sat down with him: Alright.

The hotel room had good soundproofing.

After closing the door, Chen Shu didn’t hear any noise from outside.

He took a shower, came back to feed Wangcai, and the fatigue from a full day of filming washed over him, urging him to lie down on the bed. Soon, he fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, after waking up and washing up, Chen Shu carried Wangcai and had just opened the door when he heard the sharp shatter of glass from the direction of the small bar.

He glanced toward the opposite room first.

The door was open.

Was it Yan Jingchuan?

Chen Shu turned and walked over, indeed seeing Yan Jingchuan leaning on his cane, one hand braced against the countertop. At his feet, shattered glass fragments mixed with water glinted dangerously under the light.

Hearing footsteps, Yan Jingchuan turned his head, his brow tightly furrowed, his face paler than the night before.

Chen Shu quickly approached, steadying him against the bar, only then noticing that his arm was still trembling slightly. The pre-packaged medicine was still on the table, clearly not yet taken.

Let me help you back.

Yan Jingchuan said sternly, No need.

Chen Shu looked at him.

Yan Jingchuan’s expression was cold and rigid, his demeanor as domineering and condescending as usual, making it easy to forget that he was still a patient in need of care.

The floor was covered in fragments, so Chen Shu didn’t put Wangcai down.

He only pulled Yan Jingchuan’s left arm over his shoulder and neck. Hold tight.

Yan Jingchuan’s frown deepened. Didn’t you hear what I said?

Chen Shu replied, I heard you.

Yan Jingchuan said, Then—

Before he could finish, Chen Shu had already grasped his waist, pulled him into an embrace, and half-supported, half-carried him back to the living room.

No one had ever dared treat him like this.

Yan Jingchuan’s eyes darkened, but before he could react, Chen Shu pressed him down onto the sofa.

Before he could steady himself, a dog was shoved into his arms.

Hold it for me, don’t let it get down.

After saying this, Chen Shu turned and went back to the small bar, poured another glass of water, and returned with the medicine.

Yan Jingchuan held Wangcai and watched him approach.

Time for your medicine, Chen Shu said. I’ll feed you.

Yan Jingchuan frowned. Put it down. I’ll do it myself.

Chen Shu glanced at his trembling hand. Director Yan doesn’t seem to be in any condition to manage by yourself.

He could tell Yan Jingchuan wasn’t accustomed to showing weakness in front of others, but given how ill he was, not taking medicine would inevitably harm his health.

Before Yan Jingchuan could speak, he saw Chen Shu sit down beside him. Memories from when he was a dog surfaced, and he instinctively leaned back. What are you doing?

Nothing. Seeing this, Chen Shu raised his hand to rest against Yan Jingchuan’s neck, casually pulling him into an embrace as he smiled. Just wanted to remind Director Yan that patients should take their medicine promptly to avoid worsening their condition.

Yan Jingchuan’s energy was severely limited, making it impossible to break free. Chen Shu!

Hmm? Chen Shu acknowledged him first before saying, Open your mouth.

You—

Chen Shu leaned over to take the medicine box from the coffee table. Hearing his objection, he simply gripped Yan Jingchuan’s jaw, pried open his mouth, and poured the medicine between his reluctantly parted lips.

Caught off guard, Yan Jingchuan had no time to react before the rim of a glass was pressed against his lips.

After giving him water, Chen Shu asked, Well? Feeling better?

… Yan Jingchuan’s face darkened as he coughed twice, frowning.

Being forced by Chen Shu when he was a dog was one thing, but now that he was back in his own body, he was still being forced to take medicine by Chen Shu.

At this moment, his anger toward Chen Shu had completely overshadowed his headache.

Seeing that he hadn’t responded for a while, Chen Shu was about to help him sit up properly when he noticed the collar of Yan Jingchuan’s shirt was damp from accidentally spilled water.

My apologies.

Yan Jingchuan snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at him.

This man… apologizing?

Chen Shu reached out and unfastened the first button of Yan Jingchuan’s shirt.

Yan Jingchuan’s back stiffened slightly, and he abruptly raised a hand to stop him.

Chen Shu tucked a tissue inside his collar and met his gaze. What?

… Yan Jingchuan fell silent for a moment. I’ll do it myself.

Just then, the sound of a card swiping came from outside the door.

Zhang Shi entered.

At first glance, he took in the scene on the living room sofa. His hand, still resting on the door, froze. His calm morning expression gradually widened into shock, and his heart, ever uncooperative, began to race uncontrollably.

What… was this situation?

Zhang Shi couldn’t control his eyes as they drifted toward the two men locked in a tight embrace.

In broad daylight!

Under the clear sky!

Public indecency in the morning—

Wait?

Wangcai was still on Director Yan’s lap??

Zhang Shi was deeply shaken.

Your preferences are truly unique!!

Seeing him enter, and since Yan Jingchuan seemed to have regained some strength, Chen Shu released his hold and helped him sit up properly.

However, Yan Jingchuan’s dark expression remained difficult to ease.

Zhang Shi immediately grew anxious.

D-Director Yan… he stammered, Sorry for interrupting… uh, I’ll come back later…

Stop.
Stop.
Hearing Yan Jingchuan’s voice, Zhang Shi had no choice but to swallow hard and turn back. Director Yan?

Chen Shu had already stood up. Director Yan isn’t feeling well. He just took his medicine.

Zhang Shi froze, then hurried over.

Yan Jingchuan looked at Chen Shu.

Just one night apart had such a noticeable effect on him. He still couldn’t let Chen Shu stay too far away.

Tonight—

By the way, Chen Shu interrupted him, the MV filming wrapped up early. I’m returning today.

Zhang Shi kept his head lowered, his eyes darting toward Yan Jingchuan.

Yan Jingchuan paused briefly before immediately changing his words. Perfect. You can come back with me.

Chen Shu asked, You’re returning today too?

Yes. Yan Jingchuan rubbed his cane and added, If your filming hadn’t ended, you would’ve had to stay here alone tonight.

Zhang Shi bowed his head even lower.

Chen Shu didn’t suspect anything. What time are you leaving?

Yan Jingchuan said, After breakfast.

The stabbing pain in his head hadn’t eased yet—the sooner, the better.

—

A few hours later.

Chen Shu returned to the residence from the filming location.

Yan Jingchuan had drifted in and out of sleep several times during the ride. After getting out of the car, Chen Shu went to his door and leaned in to assist.

Zhang Shi opened his mouth to speak but then swallowed his words.

Director Yan had always disliked physical contact with others. When conscious, there were no exceptions.

But Chen Shu didn’t seem to count as others to Director Yan. Besides, there was no wheelchair in the car. If Chen Shu didn’t help, it would be a problem for Director Yan to even get out.

Yet the next moment—

He watched in disbelief as Chen Shu took Wangcai from Director Yan’s arms, turned, and walked away.

…………? Zhang Shi was dumbfounded.

Mr. Chen!

Chen Shu glanced back at him.

Zhang Shi forced a stiff smile. Mr. Chen, are you leaving already?

Chen Shu countered, Is there something else?

He had helped Yan Jingchuan take his medicine earlier because Zhang Shi wasn’t around.

Now that Zhang Shi was here, Yan Jingchuan would probably prefer assistance from someone familiar rather than him.

Weren’t they all lovey-dovey just a while ago? How could he abandon Director Yan so quickly??

Convinced he was witnessing Chen Shu’s heartlessness, Zhang Shi had to make a request. Mr. Chen, Director Yan still isn’t well. Could you please help him upstairs to rest?

Hearing this, Chen Shu glanced into the car.

Yan Jingchuan was pressing his hand against the seatback in front of him, with only one foot outside the car door touching the ground. His face remained pale, his chest rising and falling more heavily than usual. The knuckles of his hand gripping the cane were white, yet he made no move to stand up for a long time.

Hearing Zhang Shi’s words, he lifted his gaze and said calmly, Zhang Shi.

Zhang Shi had no choice but to step aside.

Yan Jingchuan closed his eyes to steady himself for a moment. Before he could continue moving, a shadow suddenly fell over him.

Chen Shu had casually tied Wangcai’s leash to his belt and leaned down in front of Yan Jingchuan again.

Yan Jingchuan pressed his lips together.

Apart from the face before him, his vision was blurred.

Even after spending hours with that dog, the stabbing pain in his head had only slightly eased, not vanished. As time passed, the dizziness grew heavier.

As this familiar body warmth enveloped him, an even deeper drowsiness swept over him instantly.

Director Yan? Chen Shu placed one hand on the seatback behind Yan Jingchuan, then lifted the other to cup Yan Jingchuan’s cheek, his thumb tilting Yan Jingchuan’s chin up. Wake up.

Zhang Shi watched with bated breath.

Hold onto me.

Hearing Chen Shu’s voice, Yan Jingchuan’s grip on his cane tightened and loosened repeatedly. Finally, yielding to the guidance, he wrapped his arm around Chen Shu’s neck.

Fine.
Hearing Yan Jingchuan’s voice, Zhang Shi had no choice but to swallow hard and turn back. Director Yan?

Chen Shu had already stood up. Director Yan isn’t feeling well. He just took his medicine.

Zhang Shi froze, then hurried over.

Yan Jingchuan looked at Chen Shu.

Just one night apart had such a noticeable effect on him. He still couldn’t let Chen Shu stay too far away.

Tonight—

By the way, Chen Shu interrupted him, the MV filming wrapped up early. I’m returning today.

Zhang Shi kept his head lowered, his eyes darting toward Yan Jingchuan.

Yan Jingchuan paused briefly before immediately changing his words. Perfect. You can come back with me.

Chen Shu asked, You’re returning today too?

Yes. Yan Jingchuan rubbed his cane and added, If your filming hadn’t ended, you would’ve had to stay here alone tonight.

Zhang Shi bowed his head even lower.

Chen Shu didn’t suspect anything. What time are you leaving?

Yan Jingchuan said, After breakfast.

The stabbing pain in his head hadn’t eased yet—the sooner, the better.

—

A few hours later.

Chen Shu returned to the residence from the filming location.

Yan Jingchuan had drifted in and out of sleep several times during the ride. After getting out of the car, Chen Shu went to his door and leaned in to assist.

Zhang Shi opened his mouth to speak but then swallowed his words.

Director Yan had always disliked physical contact with others. When conscious, there were no exceptions.

But Chen Shu didn’t seem to count as others to Director Yan. Besides, there was no wheelchair in the car. If Chen Shu didn’t help, it would be a problem for Director Yan to even get out.

Yet the next moment—

He watched in disbelief as Chen Shu took Wangcai from Director Yan’s arms, turned, and walked away.

…………? Zhang Shi was dumbfounded.

Mr. Chen!

Chen Shu glanced back at him.

Zhang Shi forced a stiff smile. Mr. Chen, are you leaving already?

Chen Shu countered, Is there something else?

He had helped Yan Jingchuan take his medicine earlier because Zhang Shi wasn’t around.

Now that Zhang Shi was here, Yan Jingchuan would probably prefer assistance from someone familiar rather than him.

Weren’t they all lovey-dovey just a while ago? How could he abandon Director Yan so quickly??

Convinced he was witnessing Chen Shu’s heartlessness, Zhang Shi had to make a request. Mr. Chen, Director Yan still isn’t well. Could you please help him upstairs to rest?

Hearing this, Chen Shu glanced into the car.

Yan Jingchuan was pressing his hand against the seatback in front of him, with only one foot outside the car door touching the ground. His face remained pale, his chest rising and falling more heavily than usual. The knuckles of his hand gripping the cane were white, yet he made no move to stand up for a long time.

Hearing Zhang Shi’s words, he lifted his gaze and said calmly, Zhang Shi.

Zhang Shi had no choice but to step aside.

Yan Jingchuan closed his eyes to steady himself for a moment. Before he could continue moving, a shadow suddenly fell over him.

Chen Shu had casually tied Wangcai’s leash to his belt and leaned down in front of Yan Jingchuan again.

Yan Jingchuan pressed his lips together.

Apart from the face before him, his vision was blurred.

Even after spending hours with that dog, the stabbing pain in his head had only slightly eased, not vanished. As time passed, the dizziness grew heavier.

As this familiar body warmth enveloped him, an even deeper drowsiness swept over him instantly.

Director Yan? Chen Shu placed one hand on the seatback behind Yan Jingchuan, then lifted the other to cup Yan Jingchuan’s cheek, his thumb tilting Yan Jingchuan’s chin up. Wake up.

Zhang Shi watched with bated breath.

Hold onto me.

Hearing Chen Shu’s voice, Yan Jingchuan’s grip on his cane tightened and loosened repeatedly. Finally, yielding to the guidance, he wrapped his arm around Chen Shu’s neck.

Fine.

Even if he disagreed, Chen Shu wouldn’t listen to him.

Without the expected struggle, Chen Shu glanced at Yan Jingchuan’s profile before reaching back to shield the back of his head, helping him stand up from the car.

Zhang Shi hurried ahead of them to open the door.

With one hand secured around Yan Jingchuan’s waist, Chen Shu supported him inside and upstairs.

Mindful of his dignity in front of subordinates, Chen Shu waited until they returned to his room and Zhang Shi turned away to fetch water before sweeping Yan Jingchuan into a horizontal carry and walking to the bed.

Half-asleep, Yan Jingchuan could barely distinguish dream from reality.

Having been held in Chen Shu’s arms too many times as a dog, he instinctively relaxed, subconsciously resting his head against Chen Shu’s shoulder and neck as he closed his eyes.

Chen Shu raised an eyebrow, looking down at Yan Jingchuan.

So tired?

Just as he laid Yan Jingchuan on the bed, Zhang Shi rushed in from outside, holding medicine in one hand and water in the other.

Director Yan?

Yan Jingchuan lay on the bed, his breathing already deep and unresponsive to external stimuli.

Chen Shu frowned. He’s unconscious. Call an ambulance.

Zhang Shi sighed. No need. You might not know this, Mr. Chen, but this is an old condition Director Yan has had since the car accident. He doesn’t need to go to the hospital—he’ll wake up in a few days.

Previously, he’d only wake briefly every few days. This time he’d been conscious for so long that Zhang Shi thought Director Yan had recovered, but apparently not.

Seeing Zhang Shi’s familiarity with Yan Jingchuan’s condition, Chen Shu didn’t press further.

Soon, a large team of medical staff and equipment flooded the small house, crowding it to capacity as they filed into Yan Jingchuan’s room to work busily.

Trapped in the bedroom, Chen Shu simply went to the company to prepare for his next MV recording.

By the time he returned, night had fallen.

The room had quieted down, with only one medical staff member remaining on watch.

Chen Shu didn’t disturb their work and went straight to the bedroom. He placed Wangcai—who had been sleeping in his arms since afternoon—on the bed, took a shower, refilled Wangcai’s food bowl, and went to bed himself.

The dull, throbbing pain and dizziness finally faded.

Yan Jingchuan slowly opened his eyes.

The moment he saw Chen Shu’s face magnified before him, Yan Jingchuan tensed, his dog face turning cold and stern.

How had he returned to the dog’s body again?

Was staying with Wangcai not enough to keep him permanently conscious?

Before he could ponder further, Chen Shu woke up.

Seeing Wangcai quietly curled under the pillow, he chuckled softly. So well-behaved today?

After speaking, he scooped up Wangcai and planted a kiss on him before carrying him off the bed.

Lately, Wangcai had been wildly active every day, so Chen Shu had been keeping him in the dog crate. Only when he saw him sleeping soundly all afternoon yesterday did he place him on the bed to monitor any abnormalities.

Unexpectedly, after a day of sleep, his temperament had returned to how it used to be.

Yan Jingchuan pressed his forehead against Chen Shu’s arm, trying to rub away the tingling sensation left by the kiss.

Before it had any effect, he was set down on the floor.

You’ve been hungry all day. Time to eat.

Yan Jingchuan glanced at the dog bowl in front of him. Once Chen Shu turned away, he padded out the door and went next door.

Sure enough, his own body lay on the bed.

Where did this dog come from? Out, out!

Driven away by the caregiver, Yan Jingchuan frowned and had to exit temporarily.

Zhang Shi happened to arrive just then and, seeing this, told the caregiver, This is Mr. Chen’s dog, Wangcai. Director Yan is quite fond of him too, so be careful in the future.

The caregiver stopped shooing him. Understood.

Yan Jingchuan turned and returned to the bedside.

The caregiver couldn’t help but laugh. This dog is quite clever—it’s like he understands human speech.

Zhang Shi showed little interest in the dog and instead asked, How is Director Yan’s condition?

Everything is normal, same as before, the caregiver replied.

Zhang Shi nodded and chatted with him in the living room for a while.

Later, when Chen Shu came out after washing up, Zhang Shi mentioned, Wangcai went to Director Yan’s room.

Yan Jingchuan’s room was filled with medical equipment. Wangcai had recently developed a habit of chewing on things and could easily cause trouble if left there.

Chen Shu went to carry him out, then returned to pack his backpack before preparing to leave.

Wangcai, let’s go.

Yan Jingchuan followed him to the door. Seeing that Chen Shu wasn’t paying attention, he slipped back into the bedroom along the wall, staying out of sight.

Just as Chen Shu was about to leave,

Hey, Mr. Chen,

Zhang Shi’s voice sounded, Your dog is back again.

Yan Jingchuan: …

Thank you. Chen Shu turned around and captured the escape-attempting Chen Wangcai, carrying him as he continued out the door.

Yan Jingchuan lay in Chen Shu’s arms, his dark eyes turning toward Zhang Shi.

Zhang Shi felt a chill down his spine under that gaze.

What’s with this dog?

It’s actually kind of creepy…