I'm Jealous Of Myself Everyday (QT)

A Guide to Poverty Alleviation for Bar Waiters (Part 3)

　　"I know." Wei Ye knocked on the door, and a cold voice said, "Come in."

　　There was a bloody smell in the room. A broken photo frame was on the desk, the shards of glass mixed with blood, a shocking sight.

　　"Clean this up."
　　Xue Guangyu stood sideways by the window, a cigarette between his long, slender fingers, his features barely visible in the smoke.
　　He had a face that was definitely not that of a bar owner; he was calm, and his handsome features exuded a sharp coldness. His left hand, hanging by his side, was covered in blood, the blood flowing down his hand and forming a red line. Why

　　was he up so late at night, making such a mess? Rich people are indeed different. The

　　one who pays the bills is treated like royalty. Wei Ye dutifully brought a broom and rag, swept up the broken glass, and then wiped away the bloodstains on the table and floor.
　　As Wei Ye reached Xue Guangyu's feet, he looked up at Xue's still-bleeding hand. "Do you need your wound treated?"

　　"Do you?" Xue Guangyu asked.

　　"A little."

　　"The first-aid kit is in the cabinet." Xue Guangyu pointed to the location, stubbed out his cigarette, and sat down on the sofa.

　　He clutched a yellowed photograph in his bleeding left hand, stared at it for a moment, then a flash of light illuminated the paper.
　　Wei Ye approached with the first-aid kit, noticing it depicted a mother and child, the image covered in scribbled marks.

　　Watching the photograph turn to ashes, Xue Guangyu finally reached for the treatment.
　　Wei Ye used tweezers to carefully remove the shards of glass. The wound across his palm was deep, yet he remained silent, his breathing unchanged throughout the treatment.

　　He was a ruthless man.
　　Wei Ye treated him with slightly more care. This hand was exquisite, like a work of art; it would be a shame to leave a scar.

　　After cleaning the shards, he rinsed the wound twice with medicine.

　　His touch was steady. Saying "a little" was an understatement.
　　Xue Guangyu finally spared a glance at him.

　　Wei Ye was half-squatting beside him, diligently bandaging the wound, his head bowed, a soft nape of his neck visible beneath his wispy hair.
　　His gaze, looking down at him, fell on that porcelain-white skin, gradually focusing. That paleness seemed to dispel the bloodstains remaining on his retina.

　　When Wei Ye looked up, he met that overly focused gaze and almost thought he was about to be sexually harassed in the workplace. Upon
　　closer inspection, he noticed that the other man's face was pale, his pupils trembled slightly, and cold sweat was beading on his forehead.

　　This reaction was... fainting at the sight of blood?

　　Wei Ye's curiosity was piqued, and his fingertips subtly brushed against his wrist, feeling a weak pulse.
　　Sure enough, it was a symptom of fainting at the sight of blood. A tough guy fainting at the sight of blood, what an adorable contrast!

　　Unexpectedly, Xue Guangyu was quick-witted, immediately grabbing his wrist and frowning. "What are you doing?"

　　Wei Ye smiled shyly, revealing a dimple. "Boss, your hands are really beautiful."

　　Xue Guangyu: "..."

　　"Don't do anything unnecessary."

　　His wrist was thrown away, and Wei Ye said "Oh," standing up to clean up the mess, looking particularly honest.