Chapter 15: Help You Take Off Your Clothes

After finishing the noodles, Meng Weiyu drank big mouthfuls of the cola Shen Zhoudu had opened for him. Then he collapsed onto the sofa and picked up his fully charged phone.

Shen Zhoudu had gone to prepare hot water for him, so he could finally stay quietly by himself for a while.

Holding the phone, Meng Weiyu hesitated over whether he should check the contents inside.

A person’s phone was a terrifying thing. The things inside might shatter the version of yourself you imagined.

After thinking it over and over, Meng Weiyu finally endured the pain and swiped open the screen.

Very quickly, he realized that his mental struggle had been unnecessary, because opening the phone required a password, and he had no idea what it was.

Meng Weiyu stared blankly, then tried entering the password he had used back then. Sure enough, it failed.

“Shen Zhoudu.” Meng Weiyu shouted toward the second floor.

Soon, anxious footsteps sounded. Shen Zhoudu poked his head out from one of the rooms on the second floor and asked him, “What is it?”

“The phone password…” Meng Weiyu had originally planned to ask what the password was, but after thinking carefully, Shen Zhoudu probably could not know his phone password either.

“Three fives and three sevens.” After saying that, Shen Zhoudu went back to continue looking for pajamas for him.

With a face full of doubt, Meng Weiyu entered the password. Then his phone screen unlocked.

“Even if the phone opens, it’s still hard to feel happy.” Why did Shen Zhoudu know his phone password? Even if the two of them were married, couldn’t they have a little more privacy between them?

While complaining, Meng Weiyu casually opened his emergency contacts.

The name shown there was: My Little Baby.

“Ugh.” Meng Weiyu immediately turned off the phone screen.

He sat on the sofa and took several deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down.

“That person might not be Shen Zhoudu!” Meng Weiyu comforted himself. Then, giving up on himself, he opened the phone. He closed his eyes and pressed the call button.

But speaking of which, if the owner of this nickname was not Shen Zhoudu, then after marriage, he really played around a lot.

Before Meng Weiyu could continue imagining what exactly had happened in his future to cause his life to undergo earth-shaking changes, a phone ringtone came from the second floor. Then Shen Zhoudu once again appeared at the door, holding his phone in his hand. He asked Meng Weiyu in confusion, “What are you doing?”

He was right on the second floor. Why call him?

Meng Weiyu hung up without interest.

As expected, it was still Shen Zhoudu. Boring.

“Don’t disturb me.” Shen Zhoudu scolded him.

“Wu.” Meng Weiyu glared at him.

“Throwing a tantrum is useless.” Shen Zhoudu flashed back into the room.

Meng Weiyu slightly raised his chin and narrowed his eyes unhappily. He thought for a moment, then smiled slyly and still shouted wickedly toward the second floor, “Shen Zhoudu.”

Before long, Shen Zhoudu’s face appeared at the doorway again, only this time he looked extremely helpless.

“Come up and take a bath.” Shen Zhoudu felt that if he kept letting Meng Weiyu move around alone downstairs, he would probably never finish filling a tub of hot water in this lifetime.

“Oh.” Meng Weiyu temporarily put down the phone.

Shen Zhoudu waited for him on the second floor. Meng Weiyu walked neatly to the foot of the stairs, but when he wanted to lift his foot, he suddenly realized something. He could only stare blankly at the staircase.

“The water is going to get cold,” Shen Zhoudu informed him.

“Is there no lift here?” Meng Weiyu complained.

Hearing his question, Shen Zhoudu blankly looked around this three-story villa with a built-in spiral staircase.

Was there any need to install a lift here?

Meng Weiyu had no choice. With difficulty, he lifted his foot and worked hard to step onto the stairs.

Seeing his movement, Shen Zhoudu quickly ran down.

“Please support me.” Meng Weiyu had only taken one step up the stairs when he realized his leg was trembling, and with it, his voice was trembling too.

“Come.” Shen Zhoudu walked to the step below him. One hand went across his back as he prepared to bend down.

“Maybe not.” Meng Weiyu noticed what he wanted to do and was a little afraid that he would roll down the stairs.

Shen Zhoudu bent down. His other hand held Meng Weiyu’s thigh, and with a sudden force, he lifted him up.

In order to maintain balance, Meng Weiyu took the initiative to wrap his arms around his neck.

“It seems like we really should install a lift.” Shen Zhoudu agreed with Meng Weiyu’s words.

Meng Weiyu looked at his face from up close, stretched out his hand, and pushed his glasses up.

“Thanks.” Shen Zhoudu, who had come to help him, was the one thanking him.

“You’re welcome.” Meng Weiyu answered instinctively.

Shen Zhoudu easily carried Meng Weiyu upstairs.

Holy shit.

The way Meng Weiyu looked at Shen Zhoudu instantly changed. In short, there was a little more envy in his eyes.

Shen Zhoudu carried Meng Weiyu into the room and carefully placed him on the bed.

“Rest for a while before taking a bath.” Shen Zhoudu was worried his leg would cramp.

“I’m fine now. I just can’t lift my leg too high.”

“Okay.” Shen Zhoudu gave him the clothes on the bed. “Your pajamas. I’ll be outside. If you need anything, call me.”

Meng Weiyu accepted the pajamas, then sat still and looked up at Shen Zhoudu standing in front of him.

“Should I carry you in?” Shen Zhoudu thought his leg still could not move properly.

“Why…” Meng Weiyu had something to ask him. “When you went to work out, why didn’t you call me?”

“Did I not call you?” Shen Zhoudu laughed in anger. One hand on his waist, he approached Meng Weiyu. “Ask your conscience. Aren’t you a lazy bug who won’t move no matter how people call you? Don’t use amnesia as an excuse to beautify yourself.”

Meng Weiyu was rarely left speechless.

“Take off your clothes before going in,” Shen Zhoudu suddenly suggested.

Hearing this, Meng Weiyu stretched out his hand and pushed it straight against Shen Zhoudu’s face.

Shen Zhoudu’s face was pushed crooked by him.

“I think you need to understand one thing.” Meng Weiyu warned him seriously. “I don’t care what my body has done with you. Right now, my heart is that of an innocent seventeen-year-old boy. Please do not have any improper thoughts about me.”

Shen Zhoudu helplessly reminded him, “Your right hand is injured. If you’re alone, how are you going to take off your clothes?”

“Oh, Ning Wu helped me take them off before.” Meng Weiyu smiled brightly.

“Hehe. Then I’ll call him and ask him to come over to help you take off one piece of clothing.” Shen Zhoudu was purely speaking out of anger.

“That won’t be necessary.” Meng Weiyu grabbed the hem of his shirt with his left hand and tried hard to pull one arm out of the sleeve.

Seeing this, Shen Zhoudu hurriedly stepped forward and first helped him remove the sleeve from his left arm.

“Please pay attention to my hairstyle,” the vain Meng Weiyu said.

Shen Zhoudu was far more careful and gentle than he had imagined. He was worried that there might be some undiscovered wound on Meng Weiyu’s head, so he did not dare let the clothing touch his head at all. After finally pulling the clothes over his head, Shen Zhoudu used both hands to spread open the right sleeve, trying his best not to touch Meng Weiyu’s hand as he removed the clothing.

“Huu.” Just helping him remove one piece of clothing made Shen Zhoudu sweat a little.

“Then I’ll go take a bath.” Meng Weiyu was carefree, unlike Shen Zhoudu’s walking-on-thin-ice attitude. After all, Ning Wu’s movements before had been much rougher, and nothing had happened to him.

“What about your pants?” Shen Zhoudu asked.

“I can take off my own pants. Otherwise, how would I go to the toilet?” Meng Weiyu was speechless. Then he stood up all at once.

Shen Zhoudu looked down and only then noticed that Meng Weiyu still had some bluish-purple bruises on his body. Seeing the wounds on him, Shen Zhoudu belatedly realized it, or perhaps another wave of overwhelming fear surged into his heart.

His pupils trembled within his eyes. His footsteps could not help retreating, as if he were escaping some reality.

“Then I’ll go take a bath.” Meng Weiyu patted Shen Zhoudu’s shoulder in thanks, then slowly moved into the bathroom.

Shen Zhoudu watched without blinking as he entered another door and disappeared from his field of vision.

Cold sweat suddenly seeped from his back and forehead.

He was frightened after the fact.

“Bang.”

With the sound of the door closing, Shen Zhoudu’s body, invaded by fear, weakly collapsed onto the bed.

Then he could not help raising his hand and placing it over his eyes, blocking all light, preventing anything else from invading his mind, including tiny dust and artificial brightness.

He was afraid he would collapse at this moment.

If Meng Weiyu had suffered greater harm in that car accident, or even something worse, then what would he do…

Thinking of that possibility, Shen Zhoudu panicked so badly that his breathing stopped. His right hand clenched into a fist and pressed over his heart. His whole body trembled.

Heavens, why leave him with such a painful possibility?

The imagination of losing the person he loved was too torturous. So no matter whether the current Meng Weiyu hated him, or whether he completely forgot their past, whatever it was, at least he had survived.

“No matter what, he survived.”

Shen Zhoudu had long known that his life could no longer be without Meng Weiyu’s existence.

If he died, then he himself could not live either.

If he wanted to leave me…

Then I still could not live!

“Why…” Why, just a few days ago, had an ordinary goodbye, something he had thought was only a brief separation, nearly turned into an eternal farewell?

“La la la la la la.” Meng Weiyu lay in the bathtub full of hot water, leisurely humming a song. His voice drifted out.

Separated by one wall, Shen Zhoudu’s glasses had been taken off and placed on the bed, while he himself used his arm to cover his face. A line of tears slid down his face.

Water splashed, and time passed second by second.

“Shen Zhoudu?” Meng Weiyu tried calling someone’s name from inside the bathroom.

Very quickly, there was a light knock on the door from outside. After not hearing Meng Weiyu refuse, the door was opened from outside, and Shen Zhoudu’s face without glasses appeared before Meng Weiyu’s eyes.

Meng Weiyu had put on his pants. His upper body was bare, and he was bending over with his head lowered, leaning against the bathtub. Pitifully, he said, “I washed my hair, but raising my hand hurts. I can’t dry my wet hair with a towel.”

“Ai.” Shen Zhoudu quickly walked in and hurriedly picked up the towel nearby, wrapping Meng Weiyu’s hair so water would not drip onto the bandage on his right hand. “Isn’t your brain injured? It’d be better not to wash your hair for now.”

“Rainwater dripped onto my hair earlier. How could I not wash it?” Meng Weiyu disagreed with Shen Zhoudu’s words.

“Then call me to help you wash your hair.” Shen Zhoudu wrapped up his hair, then picked up another towel nearby and wiped the water from his face.

Meng Weiyu looked at Shen Zhoudu with complicated feelings.

“There’s no need to be shy.” Shen Zhoudu knew Meng Weiyu would definitely not like what he was about to say. “What part of your body haven’t I seen?”

“Ahhhhh!” Sure enough, Meng Weiyu began screaming miserably.

The corner of Shen Zhoudu’s mouth pulled up. He smiled, though the smile was bitter.

There was too much water in the bathroom. Even chatting here made Shen Zhoudu feel there was a chance of danger. He first wrapped Meng Weiyu’s hair properly, then picked up his pajamas and let him go outside before putting them on. When leaving, Shen Zhoudu stood behind him to prevent Meng Weiyu from accidentally slipping backward.

The reason he had stayed behind Meng Weiyu when they were running outside earlier was also this.

Meng Weiyu usually behaved as if he did not care about details, but when it came to important matters, he always had a sense of measure. Step by step, he planted his feet firmly on the floor, safely left the bathroom, then sat properly on the bed.

Shen Zhoudu shook out his pajamas. He had specially found a set with buttons, trying to avoid something that needed to be pulled over the head.

“I am here to serve Young Master Meng as he changes clothes.” Shen Zhoudu sat beside him, arranged the sleeve properly, and placed it by his hand.

Meng Weiyu looked at him with satisfaction.

Shen Zhoudu dressed him and patiently buttoned the shirt.

“If I wear these pajamas, how am I supposed to change tomorrow?” Meng Weiyu raised his head and looked at Shen Zhoudu’s face.

“If you want to change clothes, just call me,” Shen Zhoudu said, feeling there was no problem.

“What about work?” Meng Weiyu remembered this matter.

“I’ll take a few days off. Anyway, I don’t need to be at the company all the time.” You are more important.

“What about my work?” Meng Weiyu finally remembered to ask about himself.

“Your grandparents finished traveling and are home now. I asked them to help you handle some simple affairs first. As for the rest, I’ll go over and take a look.” Shen Zhoudu told him, “In a company, the least important person is the boss.”

That reasoning was not wrong.

“Your grandparents wanted to come see you, but I asked them to delay coming for a few days and let you rest properly first.”

“That’s good.” Meng Weiyu agreed. Otherwise, if they saw him like this, they would be very worried.

Seeing that the clothes were almost on, Meng Weiyu reminded him of something. “The buttons are in the wrong places.”

Shen Zhoudu had already buttoned the last button at the collar, only to discover that one opening was left over.

His movement paused.

“Hiss.” Meng Weiyu really looked down on this kind of person. Truly. “Don’t use such clumsy methods to create opportunities to touch me.”

Shen Zhoudu unbuttoned them one by one, then buttoned them properly again. Hearing Meng Weiyu’s words, he looked at him with a smile that was not a smile. “I don’t care for that.”

“Really?” Meng Weiyu looked at him suspiciously.

The person who had once used returning clothes as an excuse to deliberately give out his phone number hummed.

After finishing dressing him, Shen Zhoudu took a hairdryer and dried Meng Weiyu’s hair. Meng Weiyu sat cross-legged on the bed, and the tiny cat Xueci also ran in, sitting between Meng Weiyu’s legs.

The wind from the hairdryer blew forward, and Meng Weiyu’s light, airy hair drifted forward with the wind.

Shen Zhoudu sat behind him and glanced sideways at him.

Meng Weiyu was happily playing with the kitten.

If this were normal, no matter what, he should be allowed to kiss him once by now!