Chapter 133: Come to the Concert in Three Days

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Zhou Yili was utterly convinced he had been played.
He narrowed his dark, narrow eyes fiercely and called out to him—
“Shen, Ji, Xing~”
The trailing tone rippled like a little fish flicking its tail.
Zhou Hengyang raised his eyes with disdain, “?”
Suddenly, he understood the phrase Shen Jixing had just uttered—it was probably just a coquettish tease.
He wondered, after all, was he born a daughter or a son?
Shen Jixing stopped the person lunging at him, “...Stop messing around.”
If it were any other time, it might have been forgiven, but now with elders present, he couldn’t let Zhou Yili run wild.
Leaning against the window frame, fragmented sunlight fell across half his body. A teasing smile lingered at the corners of his eyes and brows, his gaze like a clear jewel brimming with water.
Zhou Yili’s heart skipped a beat as he looked.
Then he turned his head, “Finished watching? Aren’t you going to leave?”
Zhou Hengyang: “...”
That remark reminded Zhou Hengyang of his purpose here—to check on their injuries.
“Don’t worry.”
Zhou Yili’s reply was unclear—whether to him or just his usual retort—“Your son’s tough as nails, he won’t die.”
Shen Jixing glanced at him but said nothing.
Zhou Hengyang scanned his bandaged fist, withdrew his gaze, and sneered coldly, “May he live as long as a tortoise but stink for a thousand years.”
Zhou Yili suddenly stood up with a roar, “What did you say?!”
“...”
Shen Jixing found the dynamic between these two explosive personalities baffling yet strangely vivid and amusing.
Zhou Hengyang was too lazy to argue but couldn’t leave first, lest it seem like he was conceding.
So he raised his phone: “Hello.”
He answered a call from an alarm clock and left.
“...”
“Hello.” Zhou Yili’s gaze fell on the few strands of suddenly grayed black hair, feeling that sulking for a lifetime was rather dull.
“In three days, want to come to your son’s concert?”
Zhou Hengyang’s steps paused slightly.
That always upright back would have its day of bending, and he said, “Why didn’t you wait to notify me on the last day? I’m not sure if I have time—I need to check with my secretary about scheduling.”
But his mouth spoke the truth.
Zhou Yili sneered, “Suit yourself.”
His long eyes half-closed for a moment, then lazily said, “Two tickets. If you come, bring your girlfriend along.”
A moment of silence filled the air.
Shen Jixing glanced sideways at Zhou Yili, the little lion expressionless.
This time, Zhou Hengyang replied with a single word, “Mm.”
The hospital room door slowly closed.

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Before Shen Jixing could speak, someone embraced him fully. Zhou Yili buried his head in the hollow of his shoulder, silently inhaling his scent.
His fingers lifted gently, resting on Zhou Yili’s back, “You don’t have to force yourself to do anything that makes you unhappy.”
Zhou Yili looked up at him and smiled lightly, “I’m fine, I’ve come to terms with it.”
No one can force another to remain loyal forever.
Zhou Yili just didn’t want to argue with him anymore.
“All these years of not speaking to him, purely because of his mouth—every word feels like an invitation to a real duel.”
Shen Jixing tilted his head slightly, “What about me?”
He remembered many people saying his words could be harsh too.
Shen Jixing asked, “When I talk to you, do you feel like I’m challenging you to a real fight?”
His cool, pleasant tone was pure, but to Zhou Yili’s ears it was full of distractions.
Zhou Yili’s brow twitched slightly, still pressed close to his ear, he asked back, “What kind of duel, darling?”
“...”
Crazy.
...
Zhou Yili was not one to rest quietly.
The day after starting recovery, he planned to be discharged, elegantly kicking the stool where someone sat, “Go, arrange your father’s discharge.”
Sheng Que was lying on the table eating lychees.
Now that Fu Chen and Zhou Yili were both recovering, he came by to visit—mainly because the air around Fu Chen was stifling.
Strange.
He suddenly stood up, “Zhou Yili, I’m giving you face...”
The hospital room door clicked open.
Sheng Que slapped some lychee juice onto Zhou Yili’s face, acting like a caring brother giving a beauty treatment, “Let me moisturize you a bit?”
Shen Jixing glanced over at these two abnormal ones.
“All done.”
Zhou Yili immediately pushed Sheng Que away, strode over to Shen Jixing, lowered his eyes intending to plant a kiss on his face, “Only my old... sweetheart understands me.”
His beloved scanned the moisture on his face.
Zhou Yili almost instinctively felt he was despised, just as he was about to find a chance to beat up Sheng Que for splashing lychee juice on him.
Shen Jixing suddenly tilted his head up and leaned close, lightly sniffing, “Why do you smell so sweet?”
“...”
Zhou Yili slightly lowered his eyes, “Want to taste?”
Shen Jixing silently pushed him away, “No.”
This little lion was always full of teasing words.
Zhou Yili’s eagerness to leave the hospital also meant this—Shen Jixing disliked hospitals and thus ignored all his affection.
Could a clingy monster like Zhou Yili tolerate that?
When Shen Jixing half-heartedly said, “We’ll talk about it when we get home,”
He immediately replied, “Or shall we just turn the hospital into our home?”

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Fu Chen’s injuries were minor, so Shen Jixing checked out together with him.
“Want to celebrate tonight?” Sheng Que half-supported his fragile, helpless little darling.
Fu Chen calmly replied, “Injured people can’t drink.”
Sheng Que muttered “old-fashioned” in his heart.
Then said, “I’ll drink with Brother Shen.”
These two’s alcohol tolerance was hard to gauge. Zhou Yili actually wanted Shen Jixing to get drunk again—he was soft and adorable when drunk.
But he still coldly said, “Are you blind? He’s not injured.”
Sheng Que: “???”
Sheng Que grabbed Shen Jixing’s hand, looking at the faint red mark in his palm, which had almost disappeared, “That counts as injured?? Brother Shen, are you a fragile paper doll you broke with your own hands?”
Zhou Yili brushed his paw away with his bandaged hand.
Pulling the paper doll into his arms, he said, “If you mess with him again, I’ll have Fu Chen twist the other leg too, how about that?”
Fu Chen: “?”
In the end, Shen Jixing pulled a few lollipops from his pocket.
“One each, to shut your mouths.”
The world fell silent.
The four of them walked to the hospital entrance, suddenly stopping in their tracks.
Ahead was a grand entourage of bodyguards, neatly lined up, escorting their boss out and into the car.
Shen Jixing pressed his hand on Zhou Yili’s arm, “Behave.”
Before boarding, Bo Yu turned back as if sensing something.
His gaze tightened as it swept over the lollipops each of them held—identical to the one placed on his own leg.
“That look in his eyes is fierce, like a villain in a TV drama.”
Hearing Sheng Que’s words, Fu Chen lowered his eyes, “It’s fine, stand beside me...”
Sheng Que let go and stepped forward.
“Since you’re all injured, leave it to me...”
A two-hundred-pound bodyguard opened the car door, urging the man in the wheelchair, “Sir, the flight is almost missed.”
Bo Yu remained indifferent, still staring at them.
Then he asked a bizarre question, “Did he kiss each of you one by one?”
“...”
“...”
“...”
Silence reigned over tonight’s Kangqiao.
Bo Yu finally glanced at Shen Jixing, withdrew his gaze, boarded the car, and from then on, vanished completely from Shen Jixing’s life.