Chapter 6: Yellow-Faced Husband

After getting Meng Weiyu’s physical examination report, the doctor soon came to take care of this wealthy patient in the special ward.

After reading the report, the doctor said it was difficult to determine the exact cause of Meng Weiyu’s amnesia. It might have been caused by a concussion from the impact of the car accident, or it might have been defensive forgetting triggered by psychological trauma from how tragic the accident scene had been. As for why his memories had returned to when he was seventeen, he would need to see a psychiatrist or psychologist for further examination.

“Then, Doctor.” Shen Zhoudu was anxious and uneasy, but he looked calm and steady, giving people a sense of security as he asked in an orderly manner, “When will he recover?”

“His body doesn’t have any major issues. After another day or two of observation, he should be able to leave the hospital.” The doctor flipped through the report. “But as for the memory problem, it’s hard to say. In cases like this, some patients recover their memories in a few days, while others take months or even years. There have even been cases in medical history where people never recovered their memories for the rest of their lives. Regarding this point, I still suggest seeking help from psychiatry or seeing a psychologist.”

“Looks like this isn’t something that’ll be solved anytime soon.” Meng Weiyu understood, and he did not feel regretful at all.

“It can’t be rushed.” That was the only advice the doctor could give.

Shen Zhoudu was waiting.

“Then we can only divorce first.” Meng Weiyu raised his index finger and made a decision without struggling at all.

Shen Zhoudu revealed an expression that said, as expected. He sighed, then turned his head and glared hard at Meng Weiyu.

Meng Weiyu blinked innocently.

Shen Zhoudu threatened him with his eyes for a while, then turned back and continued communicating with the doctor. “In his condition, would staying in the hospital for a few more days be better for his body?”

The doctor thought for a moment and, with his professional ethics, said tactfully, “If you insist on staying for a few more days for observation, that’s also possible. But we’ve already done three checkups on him, and his body really doesn’t have any major issues. As for the remaining scrapes and bruises, he just needs to pay attention to them normally and use some medicine. Regarding the amnesia, I think returning to a familiar place might perhaps help him remember the past more easily. Of course, if you’re worried and insist on staying, that’s also fine.”

As a medical worker, the doctor would not directly reject a patient’s request. He could only hint desperately.

You understand, right?

“Alright, I understand.” Shen Zhoudu accepted the report the doctor handed back to him.

The doctor had many things to do. After explaining the precautions, he turned and left.

As soon as the outsider left, Shen Zhoudu immediately turned around and stared at Meng Weiyu helplessly.

Meng Weiyu was still grinning cheekily. Even when Shen Zhoudu watched him with displeasure, he showed not the slightest trace of fear. Instead, he faced the difficulty head-on and looked at him provocatively.

Marriage was something that could be ended unilaterally.

At this moment, Shen Zhoudu began to feel fortunate. Fortunately, they had always left themselves no room for retreat.

“You should stay in the hospital for another three days,” Shen Zhoudu said, taking the initiative to skip over the topic of divorce.

“Little Dudu, do you not understand the meaning behind other people’s words?” Whenever he spoke to Shen Zhoudu, his words were always barbed. “That doctor wants me to leave quickly.”

“No, he has no right to order me.” Shen Zhoudu sat down on the chair beside him. “This hospital is under my family’s jurisdiction.”

“I don’t care.” Meng Weiyu comfortably lay back on the bed. “Anyway, there are plenty of pretty nurse sisters here who’ll come chat with me.”

“You’re older than them,” Shen Zhoudu reminded him. “Don’t randomly call them sisters.”

More importantly, don’t go around flirting!

“But I still look very young.” Hearing this sentence, Meng Weiyu climbed up from the bed indignantly, narcissistically flicked his hair, and looked at his reflection in the window.

This face was a bit forced if he claimed to be seventeen, but saying he was around twenty-two was still no problem. Most importantly, his beauty remained.

“Then I’ll dump my yellow-faced husband and go find my second spring.” Meng Weiyu pointed his finger at Shen Zhoudu, the determination in his eyes like a soldier about to go onto the battlefield.

A low laugh sounded from Shen Zhoudu’s throat. Then he sighed without leaving a trace and stood up following Meng Weiyu’s movement.

Meng Weiyu’s vision was covered by a shadow. He froze and looked up blankly.

Normally, he was not afraid of clashing with others, but right now he had no strength, and he was injured. If the person in front of him beat him up again, he would probably really have to stay in the hospital for several more days.

Shen Zhoudu reached out with both hands, pressed down on his shoulders, and pushed him back onto the bed. Then he covered him with the blanket again. When pulling up the blanket, Shen Zhoudu firmly pressed down on the blanket beside Meng Weiyu’s shoulders, pinning him tightly to the bed.

Meng Weiyu raised his head and looked at him.

“Young Master Meng,” Shen Zhoudu called him, his fine bangs falling over the frame of his glasses.

“Mm,” Meng Weiyu responded.

The corners of Shen Zhoudu’s mouth rose. It could barely be called a smile. Under Meng Weiyu’s stunned gaze, he lowered his head and leaned close to him. It looked like intimate whispering, but his pale blue eyes shifted, and the silver glasses frame was cold, exuding a chilling air. His mouth was almost next to Meng Weiyu’s ear as he said darkly, “I rushed back overnight by plane. I was worried and frightened the whole way. Right now, I can’t really control my temper, so you’d better stop saying things that make me angry.”

This was the Shen Zhoudu in Meng Weiyu’s impression: gloomy, hiding all emotions beneath a calm exterior, but actually awkward and twisted inside.

Meng Weiyu pressed his lips together and thought deeply for one second. Then, mischievous and innocent, he said, “What if I say no?”

Shen Zhoudu gnashed his teeth. Unfortunately, because he was worried about Meng Weiyu’s current physical condition, he did not dare touch him roughly or knock into him. So in the end, he could only turn his head and lightly bump his forehead against Meng Weiyu’s uninjured forehead. Then he turned around and stormed out of the ward.

Meng Weiyu watched him leave. He pulled his hand out from under the blanket and thoughtfully touched his own head.

Inside the restroom, water flowed with a splashing sound.

The moment Ning Wu came out, he was startled.

Shen Zhoudu stood in front of the sink. He had taken off his glasses and was looking gloomily at himself in the mirror. His natural hair color leaned toward light brown, and his pupils were such a pale blue that they looked like something one could only have by wearing colored contacts. Even with such non-Eastern features, his appearance was still elegant and handsome.

“Wow, Little Du, are you here to use the restroom too?” Ning Wu spoke carefully.

“To look in the mirror.” Shen Zhoudu glanced through the mirror at the person behind him. Then he picked up his glasses and put them back on.

“As expected, after living together for so long, you’ve been infected by Xiao Yu’s narcissism.” Sensing the stiff atmosphere, Ning Wu hurriedly pulled out something Shen Zhoudu would like to hear.

“I don’t look that bad, right?” For no reason, Shen Zhoudu suddenly began caring about something he normally did not care about at all. Gloomily, he turned on the faucet and washed his hands.

“More than not bad. With your looks, if your face were printed on a poster, several times more people would be willing to accept the flyer.” Ning Wu came to Shen Zhoudu’s side.

Shen Zhoudu remained unmoved.

“Xiao Yu said that before,” Ning Wu added.

Only then did Shen Zhoudu finally turn his head to look at him, instead of strangely glancing at people from the corner of his eye.

Ning Wu revealed an understanding smile.

“Then that means, to seventeen-year-old Meng Weiyu, I’m too old.” Shen Zhoudu’s eyes darkened.

“What’s wrong?” To be able to become Meng Weiyu’s friend, Ning Wu naturally had a temper far better than ordinary people, as well as an extraordinary ability to read expressions.

“He called me a yellow-faced husband just now.” Shen Zhoudu had been expressionless earlier, but in reality, he cared terribly.

“Pfft.” Ning Wu almost burst out laughing, but in the next instant, Shen Zhoudu’s eyes turned toward him. When he met those blue eyes, he immediately restrained his smile slightly, then comforted him. “It’s not like you don’t know. Xiao Yu didn’t have a good relationship with his parents before, nor with the members of their reformed families. Most of his other relatives were also weird. His sarcastic way of speaking is a self-protective instinct. Just think of it as a bad-tempered cat meowing nonstop, or a bored little dog barking to attract people’s attention, or some other cute thing making harmless noise. Anyway, what I mean is, don’t take it too seriously. Once he recovers his memories, he won’t be like this anymore.”

Ning Wu added silently in his heart: If he recovers his memories, his speech will rise from sarcasm to personal attacks against others.

Shen Zhoudu pressed his lips together. In front of a friend he had known for many years, he said another thing he cared about.

“He also wants to divorce me.”

“You can relax about that.” Ning Wu patted Shen Zhoudu’s shoulder with a solemn expression. “There won’t be a second person in this world who wants to marry him. This blessing belongs to you.”

Shen Zhoudu was still sullen. He was not someone who liked verbally clashing with others, but at this moment, he really could not help refuting Ning Wu.

“I can’t understand how there could be anyone in this world who doesn’t like him.”

Ning Wu smiled faintly on the surface, but in reality, his head hurt terribly.

Perhaps this was the way every fool in love thought.

“How about this?” Ning Wu came up with a solution. “Since there’s nothing seriously wrong with his body, and you rushed back overnight and must be exhausted, why don’t you go home and rest? I’ll stay here and take care of Xiao Yu.”

“No.” Shen Zhoudu rejected this suggestion without hesitation. “You’ve been very busy recently, right? Thank you for rushing over. Taking care of him is something I should do. I shouldn’t make you so tired.”

Ning Wu looked at his good friend and revealed an exaggeratedly disgusted expression. He said honestly, “Taking care of him isn’t tiring. Watching the two of you pull back and forth, tugging this way and that, is more tiring.”

Hearing this, Shen Zhoudu placed both hands on the edge of the sink and lowered his head. Just from his back, one could feel how utterly discouraged he was.

Ning Wu: “…”

Could you not be this unable to take a joke?