Chapter 130: Sir, You Look Truly Wretched Now

The ward was bathed in warm, gentle sunlight.

Zhou Yili, his face dark, told the two of them to get lost.

"A 'medal of honor' injury???"

Although he had been busy thrashing Bo Yu at the time, he hadn’t forgotten his little uncle, who had jumped down and landed on his backside.

Fu Chen remained perfectly calm. "I jumped down a story for you; doesn't that count as a medal of honor?"

The height wasn't actually that low, but Fu Chen had miscalculated. He hadn't expected Zhou Yili to be a superman, while he himself was not.

Sheng Que’s eyes went wide, looking back and forth between them in astonishment. "A whole story? Are you two filming an action movie???"

Shen Jixing had arrived last and did not know how they had gotten down. His cool, detached gaze rested on Zhou Yili, quiet and filled with an inscrutable meaning. Zhou Yili, preoccupied with stroking the gauze on his hand, didn't notice.

He gave a soft, mocking laugh. "Sure, sure. So, can you two leave now? If you don't want to walk, you can just run, okay?"

He was waiting to enjoy the "pie in the sky" that Shen Jixing had promised him.

Sheng Que looked at him with utter disdain. Since he had come to confirm that his "dog brother" was still alive, he hooked his arm around Fu Chen’s waist, half-supporting him as he turned to leave—

"Have you two made up?" Shen Jixing suddenly asked.

Even someone as insensitive to romantic matters as he could see the extreme intimacy between the two.

Zhou Yili leaned lazily against his shoulder. "Made up? They’ve practically had kids by now."

Sheng Que’s ears turned bright red. "Zhou Yili, damn you!!!"

What kind of thing was that to say? Was he even capable of giving birth?!

Shen Jixing’s long eyes blinked in confusion for a second before he looked down at the person on his shoulder. "?"

Taking advantage of the fact that the other two weren't paying attention, Zhou Yili looked up and kissed his chin. :-D

He gazed at Shen Jixing with lazy, elongated eyes, his expression clearly saying, *What are you going to do about it?*

Shen Jixing looked at the person on his shoulder; with his arrogant and languid appearance, he looked exactly like a childish, mischievous little lion. He lowered his head and gently pecked Zhou Yili’s forehead.

"..."

And so, it continued—

Sheng Que feigned composure. "It was the night we got home that day. Little Chiu-Chiu thought my foot hurt, so he kept holding me and wouldn't let me do anything. I just felt like he was actually pretty good to me."

Shen Jixing listened quietly.

Zhou Yili: "Oh, and then?"

Sheng Que shifted, looking a bit bashful. "Then he knelt in front of me, held my lower leg, and checked it so seriously... I just thought he looked really handsome..."

Zhou Yili: "Oh, and then?"

Shen Jixing: "..."

Sheng Que tried his best to imagine it. "I thought, if he started a family with someone else, then I wouldn't have a home anymore. It seemed like a bad deal, so I made a great decision...!"

Shen Jixing was listening quite intently.

Zhou Yili: "Oh, and then?"

Sheng Que, dense as he was, could finally hear the difference. He stepped forward and grabbed Zhou Yili’s ear. "What are you thinking about? Are you even listening to me!?"

Zhou Yili shoved him away. "Get lost. Men shouldn't have such intimate contact."

"..."

Shen Jixing pushed the person leaning on him away, and without the aura of the "beauty star" surrounding him, Zhou Yili finally acted normal.

"I'm listening. You made a great decision." Zhou Yili finally understood and looked at him with disdain. "What kind of 'great decision' could you possibly make?"

Fu Chen leaned quietly to the side, peeling an orange. He handed half to Shen Jixing, but the other half was snatched away by Zhou Yili. Fu Chen, unable to tell whether to laugh or cry, just took another one. He was too lazy to bicker with these two wounded patients.

Sheng Que snorted. "Of course, it was the decision to keep my little uncle at my place."

Sheng Que’s thought process was different from most people's. When Fu Chen said he wanted to build a home with him, Sheng Que weighed the pros and cons. He felt Fu Chen was smart, highly intelligent, excellent at managing a company, and took care of him in every possible way. So, he decided that this was a viable plan and intended to make Fu Chen his own.

That night, he had brought his things and sneaked over...

The result was that he ended up sleeping on his stomach for a day and a night.

Zhou Yili nearly spat out his orange. "You really think that highly of yourself?"

This playboy young master had been pampered since childhood; one word from Fu Chen could scare him into kneeling. Where did he get the courage?

Sheng Que smiled coldly. "What, just because I'm a 'kawaii' type doesn't mean I can't be the top?"

"..."

Fu Chen used an orange slice to plug his mouth. He was a man of traditional values and hadn't experienced much joy in his youth, but he was deliberately trying to cut back on the scolding. "Eat your fruit."

He stopped bothering the two and left with little Sheng Que. Sheng Que draped his arm around his waist, letting Fu Chen lean on him, and led his "wounded but spirited" little Chiu-Chiu back to the ward to recover.

Zhou Yili watched their retreating figures, finding it somewhat amusing. "Is Sheng Que serious, or is he just playing around? Why do I feel like he’s just afraid that if Fu Chen leaves, no one will want him?"

Sheng Que was accustomed to having people pave the way for him. Zhou Yili just felt it wasn't fair to Fu Chen.

Both their hands were injured, so they couldn't peel oranges. Shen Jixing took the rest and fed them to Zhou Yili. "Fu Chen is willing."

This was the delusion Fu Chen had longed for.

Shen Jixing smiled faintly. "Besides, excessive dependence is, in itself, a form of love."

...

Bo Yu slowly opened his eyes.

The surgery had lasted too long, and he couldn't distinguish where he was; he only subconsciously felt the strangeness of his body.

He spoke, calling out, "Mu..."

Bo Yu suddenly sobered up.

There was no Mu Si anymore. He had nothing left by his side...

The warmth of this world had never belonged to him. Family, kinship, love—none of these had ever appeared in his life. He was an abandoned child whom even the gods would not pity.

He was alone in the ward, wrapped like a mummy and unable to move.

Bo Yu remained silent for a long time before suddenly descending into a frenzy.

He ripped out his IV line, smashed the drip bottle to pieces, and knocked over the hospital equipment, tearing through the room like a crazed husky.

When the nurse rushed in, she was stunned. "Sir, sir, what’s wrong?"

Bo Yu fell from the bed to the floor, blood seeping through his bandages. He dodged the nurse’s hand. "Don't touch me!"

Even now, he clung to his germophobia.

The nurse realized he was having a breakdown, not a mental collapse, but still warned him: "Sir, please calm down. The equipment you just broke is worth 150,000."

Bo Yu looked up at her coldly, his amber eyes bloodshot.

His thin lips moved slightly. "A mere 150,000."

The nurse: "..."

"What are you trying to do? Where do you want to go?"

The nurse watched him anxiously. Bo Yu had no wheelchair now, so he dragged his long legs across the floor with great difficulty, ignoring the nurse’s words.

He maintained his final shred of dignity with bloodshot eyes.

That was until a pair of black boots appeared before him.

The person had long, slender legs, standing before him in those boots, his cool, fair face obscured by the light.

"You may leave."

The nurse looked at him, wanting to say something. "Aren't you the... the strange young man who stood outside the door..."

The one who hadn't moved for four hours?

The ward door closed again. Bo Yu slowly closed his eyes and opened them once more. "You’re here specifically to laugh at my misfortune, aren't you?"

A cold voice came from above. "Yes."

Mu Si looked down at him from a height. The man who had always been noble and elegant was now in a wretched state, sprawled at his feet.

His meticulously groomed hair was disheveled, his bandages were stained with blood, and his face and neck were covered in wounds. Those bodyguards hadn't protected him at all.

But perhaps he deserved it.

Perhaps because he had been granted freedom, Mu Si’s voice was merciless. "Sir, you look truly pathetic right now."

"..."

Bo Yu had never tolerated the slightest provocation from others. "What did you say? You animal..."

Mu Si crouched down on one knee in front of him, gripping his chin with two fingers.

"Shut up."

Bo Yu stared at him with his bloodshot eyes, filled with rage and resentment.

Then, he was picked up and carried toward the place he hadn't even managed to crawl to in five minutes. "If you want to maintain your dignity and not wet your pants, then behave yourself."