Chapter 7: For the Sake of How Cute You Are

When Ning Wu returned to the ward, he was alone.

“Where’s Shen Zhoudu?” Meng Weiyu sat up. He was opening his wallet and flipping through the things inside. Actually, he wanted to check his phone more, but his phone had long since run out of battery and shut down. The information inside his wallet was pitifully sparse to him: an ID card, driver’s license, bank cards, and a stack of cash. Meng Weiyu casually placed the money to one side and felt around inside the wallet.

As expected of himself. Sure enough, there was another hidden layer with something inside.

“I talked him into leaving,” Ning Wu first gave the conclusion. “Although he wasn’t willing, I felt that if he stayed here now, the two of you would only torture each other. You looked impatient, and he looked like he was about to collapse. Just watching it annoyed me, so I had him sign everything that needed to be signed, then let him go back and rest.”

“Well done!” Meng Weiyu gave his approval. “When I see him, I don’t know why, but I just feel irritated.”

Ning Wu smiled bitterly. Then he noticed Meng Weiyu fumbling with something and asked curiously, “What are you doing?”

“Ever since I was young, I’ve liked hiding backup important information in the inner layer of my wallet.” Meng Weiyu was digging for any information he could obtain now, wanting to piece together the truth through his own power.

“Mm-hm.” Ning Wu advised him, “I can roughly guess what’s inside. For the sake of the current you, you’d better not keep looking.”

His words came too late. Meng Weiyu had already pulled out what was inside. It was a card. Meng Weiyu curiously flipped it over. It was a photo of him and Shen Zhoudu together.

The two people in the photo were squeezed into the middle. In all the empty space around them, one heart after another had been drawn with a red pen. The hand-drawn hearts were all crowded together, almost overflowing from the small card.

Meng Weiyu said nothing. Then, as if escaping, he stuffed the photo back in, put the cash and other documents back into their original places, placed the wallet on the table, and silently lay back down on the bed, pretending nothing had happened.

Ahhhhhhh, let this absurd world be destroyed!

Ning Wu shook his head helplessly.

“Tell him not to come again in the future either.” Meng Weiyu’s eyes were closed, but his mouth was still speaking.

Before he hurt Shen Zhoudu further with his reckless words, it would be better for Shen Zhoudu to stay away from him. Constantly finding fault with him for no reason was not Meng Weiyu’s intention.

“Alright.”

“If you’re busy, you can leave too,” Meng Weiyu continued.

“I have something to do tomorrow, but once I’m finished, I’ll come see you,” Ning Wu promised him.

“Go do your work.” Meng Weiyu did not seem to care much. “There are plenty of people who can take care of me. I only need to wave my hand, and this cramped room can be filled with people asking after my well-being. One or two fewer won’t matter.”

Seeing that he seemed sleepy, Ning Wu did not answer again.

The entire room immediately fell quiet.

Dissatisfied and increasingly lonely, Meng Weiyu lay lower, intending to hide even his head under the blanket.

Dissatisfied.

Dissatisfied with everything.

Even dissatisfied with himself.

He slept until late noon. In the morning, Meng Weiyu could sense Ning Wu, who had slept on the bed beside him, quietly leaving. Just as he had said yesterday, he had gone to work.

In the summer with the air conditioner blowing, Meng Weiyu inexplicably felt a kind of coldness.

The sound of the door closing rang out.

Meng Weiyu continued sleeping deeply.

‘I give you my entire soul, along with its quirks, its little tantrums, its flickering light and darkness, its eighteen hundred bad habits. It is truly annoying. It only has one good point: it loves you.’

After an unknown amount of time had passed, a warm hand rested on the sleeping Meng Weiyu’s forehead, then gently stroked the back of his head.

Normally, if someone came close, Meng Weiyu would wish every strand of hair on his body would set off an alarm along with his reason. But vaguely, he felt that this person was different.

This was someone who could come close to him.

Someone who could touch him at will.

The only person he had tamed and could trust unconditionally.

The two of them were so close that Meng Weiyu could even hear the sound of him gritting his teeth.

He loved him, yet hated him so much his teeth itched.

That hand left Meng Weiyu’s head. Because of this, a gurgling sound came from Meng Weiyu’s throat. He wanted to speak but could not, like the soft rumbling of a small animal.

“For the sake of how cute you are, I’ll forgive you again this time.”

Is that so?

Meng Weiyu almost wanted to ask him instinctively.

Then where exactly am I cute? I’ll give you a chance. You’re not allowed to pause for ten minutes. Tell me carefully.

Because of this sudden ridiculous thought of his own, Meng Weiyu’s uneasy heart instead slowly settled down.

Although Ning Wu had told Shen Zhoudu to rest at home for the time being, after Shen Zhoudu heard that Ning Wu needed to work this morning and was temporarily not at the hospital, he still sent Ning Wu a message saying he would go to the hospital.

Fine, fine, fine.

Ning Wu had already prepared himself. When he returned to the hospital, he would see the two of them arguing.

Unexpectedly, when Ning Wu finished work and returned to the ward again, he watched a very wonderful silent play.

Meng Weiyu was pressed tightly against the back of the bed. Shen Zhoudu stood in the corner of the room. The two stared at each other from across the air, sparks flashing between them.

“You two… argued again?” Ning Wu was impressed. The atmosphere between them was tense and ready to explode, as if everything had returned to ten years ago.

To be honest, Ning Wu had known Meng Weiyu for many years. Although his young-master syndrome was very serious, in reality, he did not especially hold grudges against anyone.

Except Shen Zhoudu.

And when Ning Wu discovered that Meng Weiyu and Shen Zhoudu had gotten together, he vaguely had a feeling of sudden realization. Someone Meng Weiyu cared about more than ordinary people, someone who could stir Meng Weiyu’s emotions more than anyone else, someone he greatly wanted to understand but could never sort out properly because of his terrible ability to express emotions—that was the person Meng Weiyu wanted to understand further and get closer to.

But Meng Weiyu, who could not figure this out, became a cannonball that exploded the moment Shen Zhoudu touched him.

Later, Shen Zhoudu did not even need to light the fuse. Just seeing him in person was enough for Meng Weiyu to start exploding.

“We were chatting just now. This person has already admitted that he deliberately picked fights with me several times in the past.” Meng Weiyu pointed at Shen Zhoudu, his finger waving back and forth with force, venting his dissatisfaction.

“If I stay silent, you scold me. If I deny it, you scold me too.” Shen Zhoudu was expressionless. It seemed that even before Ning Wu reminded him, he had already understood that principle: when Meng Weiyu talked nonsense, he only needed to treat it as a cat meowing noisily.

A cat having a slightly bad temper was understandable.

“Then the things you admitted to, are they all true?” Meng Weiyu calmed down and temporarily listened to his explanation.

Shen Zhoudu nodded and told him seriously, “They’re true.”

The moment his words fell, a pillow flew over.

Shen Zhoudu was hit by the pillow.

“You’re too bad!” Meng Weiyu was clearly scolding him, but his tone, amid the complaint, carried the illusion of acting spoiled.

This was a technique he had grown used to using to deceive others, an instinct he could not correct in time.

As the pillow fell, Shen Zhoudu reached out with his right hand in time and caught it, preventing it from falling to the floor. He had just been hit, and the glasses on his face were crooked, making him look a little disheveled. However, he calmly adjusted them and did not take the matter to heart.

“In the past, what exactly about me did you find unpleasant?” Meng Weiyu found it strange. “Didn’t I just glare at you the first time we met, choke you with my words while eating and chatting, and steal the heart of the girl you liked at school?”

Ning Wu: “…”

Then why are you even asking?

Shen Zhoudu explained, “I didn’t like any girl in high school.”

“Hm? Then what was the deal with Song Wenming?” Meng Weiyu suddenly thought of someone.

“My mother’s friend’s daughter.” Shen Zhoudu numbly explained the relationship between the two of them. Then, as if used to it, he said, “I only like you.”

“Ahhhhh! Shut up!” Meng Weiyu covered his ears and screamed in collapse. “Please go like Song Wenming!”

In the middle of his shouting, Shen Zhoudu opened his mouth and lightly said something. Meng Weiyu noticed that he was speaking and immediately lowered his hands, closing his mouth. Unfortunately, his movement was still one step too slow, and he could only hear the second half of Shen Zhoudu’s sentence:

“…I could never like Song Wenming.”

“She was the school beauty. What are you, a rustic man, being picky about?” Meng Weiyu was shocked. Where did he get the confidence to say that?

“I’m not rustic. You’re talking nonsense.” Shen Zhoudu denied this point and walked toward Meng Weiyu. Then he leaned down, placing one hand behind Meng Weiyu in a movement that was almost like embracing him.

Because of his posture, Meng Weiyu had no choice but to lean forward, his head completely resting against Shen Zhoudu’s chest.

Not to mention, it was actually quite comfortable.

Leaning against Shen Zhoudu, Meng Weiyu slightly revealed an expression of being immersed in it. Then his eyes shifted and he saw Ning Wu watching him with a benevolent gaze.

Meng Weiyu immediately restrained his expression.

Shen Zhoudu was merely putting the pillow back behind Meng Weiyu. As he arranged the pillow, he asked in confusion, “I looked at your examination report. Aside from memory loss, there shouldn’t be anything else seriously wrong with your head. Why is half your face wrapped in bandages? Does it hurt?”

“If you stop angering me, that’ll be enough.” Ever since Meng Weiyu woke up and saw him, he had done nothing but get angry.

“I didn’t anger you. You told me not to mention that matter, and I clearly haven’t said a single word about it.”

He truly had not mentioned their marriage again.

Meng Weiyu turned his face aside and revealed a hopeless gaze.

But he had already made enough similar expressions.

“It’s clearly your temper that’s bad,” Shen Zhoudu pointed out his little flaw.

After Shen Zhoudu finished speaking, he examined Meng Weiyu’s face. Although he wanted to check the condition of Meng Weiyu’s face, the moment he reached out, Meng Weiyu slapped his hand away. Shen Zhoudu glanced at him, then reached out and firmly pressed down on Meng Weiyu’s uninjured hand, forcefully pinning it against the soft mattress.

Meng Weiyu wanted to struggle, but he had just gone through an accident and had no strength all over. There was no way he could be a match for Shen Zhoudu, who was usually well-trained.

“Hey!” Meng Weiyu looked over in panic.

“What’s wrong?” Shen Zhoudu, in revenge for Meng Weiyu’s reckless words yesterday, deliberately acted surprised and asked even more anxiously than him, “My dear wife, what are your orders?”

In the entire ward, only Meng Weiyu’s collapsed scream remained.