Chapter 8: Is Your Wife a Man or a Woman?

Meng Weiyu leaned against the pillow behind him, his face turned sideways against the headboard, his expression saying he had no will left to live.

“I bought you something you like to eat. Don’t be angry anymore.” Ning Wu sat beside him.

Once again, there were only the two of them left in the room.

Meng Weiyu felt that he had misunderstood him and said hopelessly, “I’m not angry. I just don’t want to live anymore.”

“Eh, then are you going to give all your remaining money to Shen Zhoudu?” Ning Wu pretended to bring up the question very naturally.

“Stop angering me.” But as a master of sarcasm, how could Meng Weiyu not tell whether Ning Wu had truly said it naturally or had done it on purpose?

Ning Wu laughed quietly.

“By the way.” Meng Weiyu remembered something. “Did you tell my grandparents and maternal grandparents about my car accident?”

“This…” Hearing the question, Ning Wu thought for a moment, then shouted toward the door, “Did you tell Xiao Yu’s grandparents and maternal grandparents about his situation?”

The ward door was quietly pushed open a little from the outside, and Shen Zhoudu’s side profile appeared in the gap. He had elegant, handsome looks, with refined and three-dimensional features. His side profile was so good-looking that it made it hard to look away.

He turned his head indifferently and looked at Meng Weiyu.

Meng Weiyu waved at him in disgust.

You’re not allowed to come in. You’re not allowed to look at me.

Shen Zhoudu smiled slightly, shifted his gaze away, and answered, “His paternal grandparents and maternal grandparents happened to go abroad for vacation, so I haven’t notified them yet. If you want, I can contact them now.”

“No need. Let them keep enjoying themselves. Anyway, nothing serious happened to me.” Meng Weiyu had asked precisely because he did not want them to know he had been in a car accident.

“Alright.” Shen Zhoudu understood.

“Close the door!” Meng Weiyu shouted at him.

“Stingy ghost.” Shen Zhoudu complained in an indifferent tone. Then he placed his hand on the doorknob and shut the door, his face disappearing from their sight.

“Can’t we really make that guy leave?” Meng Weiyu was almost annoyed to death by him.

“Then tell him yourself. He’s always listened to you anyway.” This sentence from Ning Wu was the one said truly naturally.

“Really?” Meng Weiyu did not believe him.

“Really, really.” Ning Wu laughed again. “If you don’t believe me, you can try. While you’re at it, tell him to go back and sleep some more. I don’t think Little Du has rested properly at all.”

Meng Weiyu rolled his eyes at him, obviously scoffing at that sentence. Whether Shen Zhoudu had rested properly or not, what did that have to do with him?

Ignoring Meng Weiyu’s disdain, Ning Wu happily raised the box in his hand and said, “Want some? Very fragrant pastry. I bought it on the way.”

As soon as his words fell, Shen Zhoudu’s voice came from the doorway.

“The doctor told him to eat lightly.”

Meng Weiyu was so angry that his head went faint. He could not bear it anymore. He pushed the blanket away and hurriedly put on his shoes to get out of bed.

Ning Wu, who loved watching chaos, smiled as he watched Meng Weiyu take one big step, then hop in small steps straight to the door. Meng Weiyu reached out and, with a whoosh, pulled the door open.

Shen Zhoudu happened to be leaning against the wall beside the door with his arms crossed over his chest, expressionlessly lost in thought. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he instinctively turned his head and lowered his eyes slightly to look.

Meng Weiyu appeared in his line of sight, raising his delicate and beautiful face. His dyed cotton-white hair had been rubbed messy against the pillow. As arrogant as always, he said, “Go back.”

“But you’re being discharged this afternoon. I need to pick you up.” This time, Shen Zhoudu did not listen, and there was a reason for it.

“Pick me up? To where?” Meng Weiyu was puzzled.

“Home.” In order to avoid provoking Meng Weiyu, Shen Zhoudu cunningly omitted the subject and deliberately answered dryly.

Our home.

Meng Weiyu narrowed his eyes.

He was extremely clever. Even if Shen Zhoudu played word games, he could still guess that this “home” was not only his home now, but also the home of the person in front of him.

“You go back first and sleep properly.” Meng Weiyu noticed the dark circles under his eyes. “I’m not going back for now.”

“Then where are you going?” Shen Zhoudu finally showed a panicked expression.

Without hesitation, Meng Weiyu reached out and pointed at someone sitting inside the room.

Ning Wu was stuffing food into his mouth. Seeing Meng Weiyu point at him, before he could even swallow, he made a sound that did not sound very intelligent. “Ah?”

“I can’t…” Shen Zhoudu frowned. His originally crossed arms dropped, and almost instantly, he reacted, wanting to object to Meng Weiyu’s decision.

Meng Weiyu reached out and pointed at his mouth, his tone as stern as if he were educating a disobedient puppy. “Shut up.”

Whenever Shen Zhoudu was ordered by him in this tone, he would always mysteriously obey, as if Meng Weiyu’s words held some special magic over him. After his initial astonishment, he gradually understood the current situation and once again tried to open his mouth, wanting to express his opinion.

“Not allowed to speak.” Meng Weiyu disciplined him a second time.

Shen Zhoudu bit his lower lip. The gaze hidden behind the frame of his glasses became indignant.

“Go back right now and sleep properly. Don’t come disturb me again. If I want to go back, I’ll go back when the time comes.” Seeing his gaze, Meng Weiyu inexplicably felt guilty, while at the same time…

An impulse surged up in him, wanting to make those eyes reveal even more painful emotions. It was hard to describe, sudden, and after repeatedly savoring it, this feeling was far too intense for the current Meng Weiyu, making him frown.

“Go back immediately.” Meng Weiyu pointed toward the corridor exit, giving Shen Zhoudu an order for the third time.

“Fine.” Shen Zhoudu could only agree. Then he bent slightly and leaned closer to Meng Weiyu.

Because of his movement, Meng Weiyu could not help shrinking back a little. After all, right now, he was weak and fragile. It would be very easy for his strong enemy to punch him to death.

Seeing him dodge, Shen Zhoudu pressed a hand on his shoulder with lightning speed and pulled him over.

Meng Weiyu’s shoulder was injured. The moment Shen Zhoudu touched it, he immediately frowned.

“If you want me to pick you up and bring you home, have Ning Wu contact me. Or charge your phone. My number is on it. In short, if there’s anything you need, call me anytime.” Shen Zhoudu softened his tone, completely unlike his previous attitude of retorting to everything Meng Weiyu said.

“I know.” Meng Weiyu was being held by him. It could be said that another person held the knife while he was the fish on the chopping board, so he did not dare speak too arrogantly either.

“Do you really know?” Shen Zhoudu’s eyes curved with a smile, as if he were coaxing a child.

To the current Meng Weiyu, the person in front of him was ten years older than him. Calling him an adult was indeed not wrong.

Unexpectedly, just as Ning Wu had said, Shen Zhoudu really listened to him. After confirming that if Meng Weiyu wanted to, he would be able to contact him, Shen Zhoudu obediently left.

Even though his later behavior gave Meng Weiyu goosebumps, because after walking only a few steps, Shen Zhoudu would turn his head back and look at Meng Weiyu.

Meng Weiyu leaned against the doorframe, wanting to see exactly how many times he would look back.

The exact number was hard to say. Anyway, he only stopped this strange behavior after walking all the way to the end of the corridor and turning the corner.

“He finally left.” Meng Weiyu coldly closed the door.

Ning Wu bit into the thing he had bought and smiled at Meng Weiyu. “You two are still as loving as ever.”

“And you’re still as deserving of a beating as ever.” Meng Weiyu hopped back onto the bed.

When someone stated an opinion he did not agree with, following their logic and refuting them did not suit Meng Weiyu’s personality. He would always find a way to skip over the part where he was being questioned and directly attack the other party.

Ning Wu smiled cheerfully. “You’re not going home with him, so where are you going later?”

Meng Weiyu’s answer in the next instant made Ning Wu’s smile disappear.

“Your house.”

“Pfft.” Ning Wu nearly choked to death on the dry food.

“You’re unwilling?” Meng Weiyu slightly raised his chin. His black eyes narrowed, implicitly threatening his friend of many years.

“I recently had a fight with my wife,” Ning Wu said meekly.

“Then hide me in the guest room. If I don’t make a sound, won’t that be fine?” After Meng Weiyu said this, he suddenly thought of something and looked at Ning Wu suspiciously from the corner of his eye.

“What are you trying to say…” If you have something to say, say it directly. Don’t look at me with that weird gaze.

“This so-called wife of yours… is it a man or a woman?” If it were before, Meng Weiyu never would have had such a ridiculous doubt. But it had to be said that Shen Zhoudu had shaken him far more than what showed on the surface.

“Didn’t I take out a photo yesterday? So you really saw nothing except Shen Zhoudu.” Ning Wu was depressed.

Meng Weiyu kept silent at the appropriate time.

“Fine. Then come to my house first.” In the end, Ning Wu still agreed.

In the afternoon, Ning Wu brought Meng Weiyu out of the hospital.

Meng Weiyu put on the clothes Shen Zhoudu had brought him today: a loose earth-toned short-sleeved shirt and wide-leg drawstring suit trousers. The style was simple, but the quality was excellent. He had one hand in his trouser pocket as he casually stood to the side waiting for Ning Wu. Bandages were still wrapped around half his face and his right hand. His skin was fair, with a sickly feeling of someone who had not seen the sun in a long time.

He had an aloof aura, but because he was too good-looking, most people were still willing to resist his gloomy temperament and admire his existence.

Meng Weiyu felt other people’s gazes. His originally distracted eyes gradually gathered light, then he raised his eyes to look.

After being caught secretly looking at him, many people became a little guilty.

Meng Weiyu’s head moved slightly, and his light, airy hair fluttered. His eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth rose, and he revealed a sparkling smile, distributing his beauty everywhere as if it cost nothing.

The onlookers thought that after discovering them staring, Meng Weiyu would feel embarrassed. But what they did not know was that Meng Weiyu liked other people’s attention. Once he noticed it, he would work even harder to radiate his charm, until other people’s gazes could no longer move away from him.

“Young Master, stop playing and hurry up.” Ning Wu had long grown tired of his little tricks.

Meng Weiyu secretly reached out and lightly waved at the audience.

Bye-bye.

“Uwah.” Many people were struck directly in the heart by the arrow of temptation.

Ning Wu understood why Shen Zhoudu always argued with him.

Under Ning Wu’s scrutinizing gaze, Meng Weiyu calmly turned and left.

Ning Wu brought Meng Weiyu outside to his car. He opened the door for him and said respectfully, “Young Master Meng, please.”

At first, Meng Weiyu did not notice anything wrong. But when he fastened his seatbelt and saw Ning Wu sitting in the driver’s seat, he suddenly became uneasy and grabbed the safety handle beside his seat.

“Hey!!!” Ning Wu was furious for the first time. What do you mean by that?

“No, in my memory, you’re only seventeen. You’re not allowed to drive,” Meng Weiyu explained his behavior.

Without saying a word, Ning Wu took out his driver’s license, placed it in front of Meng Weiyu, and asked, “Can you see it clearly?”

Meng Weiyu glanced at it and answered, “Mm…”

“Then hurry up and put your hand down.”

“Mm…”

The car smoothly left the hospital. About a hundred meters later, Meng Weiyu, who had lowered his hand, had an ominous feeling that he might experience a second car accident.

“By the way.” Ning Wu calmly drove and asked Meng Weiyu a question. “Why aren’t you willing to go home with Shen Zhoudu?”

Meng Weiyu sat in the passenger seat, propping up his chin with his hand as he looked at the scenery outside the window.

“Well, there is indeed a reason why I don’t want to go with him.” Meng Weiyu spoke vaguely.

“What?” Ning Wu asked, then saw the red light ahead and prepared to brake.

“I’m afraid Shen Zhoudu will take away my chastity.” Meng Weiyu silently lifted his hand and pressed it against the clothes over his chest.

The yellow light turned red.

Ning Wu stepped on the brake at once, and the car’s rearview mirror reflected his face filled with complicated emotions.