Chapter 102: Melodramatic Script – Extra (3)
“Are you crazy?!” Shen Shuyi could hardly believe his eyes.
If he was still a little disoriented because he had just arrived in this world, seeing Zhao Yuheng’s wound had completely terrified him.
He had been married to Zhao Yuheng for half a year—not to mention marriage, he had never seen Zhao Yuheng injured like this since he met him!
The wound was severed; a few centimeters further down, and half of the wrist would have been cut off!
Shen Shuyi’s heart pounded. The thought that Zhao Yuheng might have cut himself made him want to slap him across the face, to wake this idiot up and see what he was doing!
He was so anxious he was almost in tears!
“Who did this?! Don’t tell me you did it yourself?!”
“Just a minor injury,” Zhao Yuheng said calmly.
He really did it himself?!
Shen Shuyi couldn’t believe it.
“Are you crazy? You call this a minor injury? You’re insane!” Shen Shuyi raised his voice, but his grip on Zhao Yuheng’s hand was still cautious. “Are you sick? What are you doing? Are you doing something like this, matching couple items? Is this some kind of fun thing to do?!” Shen Shuyi’s harsh words left Zhao Yuheng staring blankly at him.
Halfway through, seemingly flattered, Zhao Yuheng whispered, “Shen Shuyi, are you… concerned about me?” “Concerned about you my foot! Why should I care about someone like you who doesn’t even care about their own body?!” The glimmer of hope that had just appeared in Zhao Yuheng’s heart was extinguished by Shen Shuyi’s words.
Actually, if it were Zhao Yuheng, the one Shen Shuyi spent every day with, who had always been passionately loved, he would have simply taken Shen Shuyi’s occasional sarcastic remarks as Shen Shuyi’s arrogant temper.
But this Zhao Yuheng, because he had never truly been loved by Shen Shuyi, even though he sensed Shen Shuyi’s sarcastic tone, he wasn’t sure if the other genuinely cared.
Or… just as he said, why should he deserve Shen Shuyi’s care?
Zhao Yuheng chuckled, “I understand. You rest well, I won’t bother you anymore.”
Shen Shuyi was still searching the bedroom for anything to bandage Zhao Yuheng, but the room was empty except for a few silk scarves on the table.
He was frantic, and Zhao Yuheng was still causing him trouble.
With his bloodied wound, he nonchalantly tried to leave.
Judging from his half-dead state, it was clear he wouldn’t properly treat his wound back in the room.
Shen Shuyi snapped, “Stop right there!”
Zhao Yuheng paused, “Is there anything else?”
Shen Shuyi said, “Treat your wound before you leave.”
“Shen Shuyi, since you want to leave me, why bother showing me any concern after I agreed to the divorce?” Zhao Yuheng turned his head slightly, as if he dared not look at him, or perhaps he would soften and agree to his request if he just glanced at him. His gaze dared not meet Shen Shuyi’s face.
Zhao Yuheng’s promise to let Shen Shuyi go this time was genuine.
Therefore, he could no longer resist any further kindness from Shen Shuyi. He was afraid that Shen Shuyi would change his mind and imprison Shen Shuyi by his side.
That would only cause his relationship with Shen Shuyi to slide to an irreversible point.
Although, it already was.
Thinking that Shen Shuyi was willing to hurt himself to leave him,
Zhao Yuheng hardened his heart. No matter what, he had to force himself to let go—he didn’t want to see Shen Shuyi hurt.
“Shen Shuyi, are you only giving me this kind look because I’m willing to let you go? If that’s the case, then you don’t need to. Doing this only makes me think I still have a chance. If I go back and refuse to let you go, you’ll regret it.” Zhao Yuheng finished speaking, leaving only a resolute back view as she turned and walked out of the bedroom.
For some reason, Shen Shuyi felt a sense of fear seeing her back.
Even though he knew this was just a parallel world,
Zhao Yuheng’s appearance was as if she was completely giving up on him—Shen Shuyi’s heart still ached, a bitter and painful ache.
“You!” Shen Shuyi hurriedly said, “I don’t care! If you walk out of this room tonight, don’t even think about coming in!”
After a long pause, Zhao Yuheng said, “For the past three years, you haven’t let me into your room at night either.” His gaze shifted.
Shen Shuyi, in a fit of desperation, declared, “Anyway, you could have come in tonight. If you leave now, you can’t come in tonight!” Zhao Yuheng didn’t move, seemingly still thinking, hesitating.
Seeing that his unreasonable behavior was working, Shen Shuyi quickly pressed his advantage: “Besides, if you… if you leave, I might hurt myself again!” Zhao Yuheng suddenly turned her head, her eyes fierce: “Shen Shuyi, are you threatening me?”
“Yes, I’ll threaten you, so what?” Shen Shuyi said.
How else could he possibly hurt himself?
Hadn’t he hurt himself enough today?
Shen Shuyi’s eyes darted around, and several ways to harm himself surfaced in his mind.
He originally wanted to threaten Zhao Yuheng, either to bang his head against a wall or to jump off a building, but—if Zhao Yuheng was really so heartless, determined to get out regardless of whether he banged his head against a wall or jumped off a building, then—he couldn’t really jump, could he?!
Shen Shuyi couldn’t afford to hurt himself.
After thinking it over, he immediately said, “Aren’t you afraid—”
Zhao Yuheng stared at him, clenching her fists.
“Am I supposed to go out in the snow in short sleeves right now?” Shen Shuyi said resentfully.
Zhao Yuheng was stunned for a moment.
“If you leave, I… I’ll take a cold shower, not blow-dry my hair, and eat two more ice creams! I’ll sleep with the windows open and without a blanket! I’ll…” After uttering these self-destructive words, the damage was practically zero.
At most, he’d catch a cold.
Shen Shuyi ran out of ideas after a long time.
He even felt a little embarrassed.
“Anyway, it’s going to be really scary. I’ll get a high fever, up to 40 degrees!”
After saying that, Shen Shuyi felt completely doomed.
With this kind of self-destructive behavior, would Zhao Yuheng stay?
Unexpectedly, a look of anxiety actually appeared on Zhao Yuheng’s face.
…Oh my god, Little Zhao.
The Love Pavilion is hopeless.
Shen Shuyi quickly said, “Aunt Wang! Quickly get the first-aid kit!” Aunt Wang was so surprised by Shen Shuyi’s attitude that she only reacted after he called several times and went downstairs to get the first-aid kit.
Zhao Yuheng finally agreed to have her wound treated, but her expression towards Shen Shuyi became unpredictable.
Shen Shuyi focused intently on treating Zhao Yuheng’s wound, thinking that such a deep wound would definitely require stitches.
Meanwhile, he endured Zhao Yuheng’s unabashed gaze scrutinizing his wrist—honestly, if the other person weren’t her husband, Shen Shuyi would have already punched someone under that greedy and clingy gaze!
“Your wound is too deep; I can only treat it simply. You go to the hospital tomorrow… no, tonight to get stitches, do you hear me?”
Zhao Yuheng stared intently at him.
Shen Shuyi touched his cheek and said, “Why are you looking at me? I’m not a doctor. A couple of glances and your wrist will heal.”
Zhao Yuheng continued to stare at him, like a python coiled around its prey; his gaze was almost tangible, making Shen Shuyi feel breathless.
“Shen Shuyi, did you…take the wrong medicine today?”
Why is your attitude towards him suddenly so much gentler?
Shen Shuyi: “?” His fist clenched and unclenched repeatedly.
Don’t force me to lay a hand on an injured person, Zhao Yuheng.
Shen Shuyi focused on bandaging Zhao Yuheng’s wrist, finally tying a butterfly knot.
Remembering his words, he felt a little resentful, so he deliberately tightened the bandage a little more, just to make it hurt!
When Zhao Yuheng’s brows actually furrowed, Shen Shuyi felt a pang of heartache.
He quietly loosened the bandage.
“I know,” Zhao Yuheng said, “Are you worried that because my wrist is injured, you’ll find an excuse not to sign the divorce papers?”
“??? Who’s worried? Who agreed to the divorce? Wasn’t this all a decision you made on your own?
If you really dare to bring the divorce papers to me, Shen Shuyi will tear them up on the spot.^^
“Don’t worry, I promised you this time, and I won’t go back on my word,” Zhao Yuheng said silently. “I mean what I say.”
There’s no need to be so sure of your promise.
The room fell silent.
Zhao Yuheng knew it was time to leave.
If he didn’t leave soon, Shen Shuyi’s patience would run out, and he’d probably give him a hard time.
He had been lucky enough today, because of the wound on his wrist, he had received so much favor from Shen Shuyi.
Even if it was just a fleeting moment before the divorce, he should be content.
The day had been chaotic. Not long after Zhao Yuheng left his bedroom, Shen Shuyi couldn’t resist the drowsiness and fell asleep.
Nothing is more important than sleep.
Whatever it is, he’ll deal with it after he wakes up.
Maybe, after waking up, he’d traveled back in time?
However, the fantasy was beautiful, but reality was harsh.
He woke up to find himself back in this suburban villa.
Outside, it was still snowing heavily.
The scene before him was exactly the same as yesterday.
Shen Shuyi: “…”
TUT! This morning was terrible!
He quickly washed up and left the bedroom.
Zhao Yuheng said he was imprisoning him, but he didn’t really restrict his movements in the villa.
Based on the principle of “since I’m here, I might as well make the best of it,” Shen Shuyi decided to go see Zhao Yuheng first.
Compared to his healthy and mentally sound little Zhao, this yandere male ghost seemed to need Shen Shuyi’s company more.
But as soon as he opened the door, Shen Shuyi bumped into a muscular wall.
“Damn, so hard!”
Shen Shuyi clutched his head and took a step back.
He’d thought Zhao Yuheng had gone so far as to put a double-door cabinet by the door, blocking him from leaving.
But unexpectedly, it was him standing there.
“Zhao Yuheng?” Shen Shuyi rubbed his head. “It’s you?”
“Did I hurt you?” Zhao Yuheng’s expression held a barely perceptible hint of nervousness.
He was observing Shen Shuyi.
The night had passed, and he was afraid that the Shen Shuyi who had given him a kind look yesterday was just a figment of his imagination before his death.
When he saw that Shen Shuyi didn’t resist him, Zhao Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief.
Shen Shuyi shook his head. “Did you need something?”
“Nothing much. Breakfast is ready, come down and eat,” Zhao Yuheng said.
“…Oh.” Shen Shuyi nodded, then suddenly realized. “Wait, it’s only four in the morning, and Aunt Wang has already prepared breakfast?”
He’d been preoccupied last night and couldn’t sleep, which was why he was awake at four in the morning.
Shen Shuyi himself hadn’t even realized it until he glanced at the antique British clock hanging on the living room wall.
Wait, another question arose.
Why was Zhao Yuheng at his door at four in the morning?
Was he sleepwalking? Impossible!
Shen Shuyi stared in astonishment. He hadn’t noticed before, but now, Zhao Yuheng’s eyes were bloodshot, and he had a bit of stubble on his chin, clearly unshaven.
The man’s features were still strikingly handsome, but there was an unconcealable weariness and annoyance.
His clothes were the same as yesterday’s, and the bandage on his wrist hadn’t been changed.
A terrifying thought gradually surfaced in Shen Shuyi’s mind.
“You…” Shen Shuyi’s eyes widened, staring at him in horror: “You didn’t, you didn’t go home to sleep last night, and stood outside my door all night, did you?”
Zhao Yuheng remained silent.
Holy crap.
It really was.
Zhao Yuheng, are you some kind of persistent male ghost?!
“What, what’s wrong with you now? What are you doing standing at my door?”
“You said yesterday,” Zhao Yuheng said abruptly, “If I stay to treat my wounds, you’ll let me in tonight.”
Oh, oh, oh.
I remember saying something like that.
“Then knock on the door! What are you doing standing at my door?”
Zhao Yuheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed, but he didn’t speak.
Shen Shuyi recalled Zhao Yuheng’s awkward and insecure personality in this world.
He…couldn’t be afraid to knock? Is it because he’s afraid she’ll go back on her word? Rather than facing this outcome, wouldn’t it be better to stay in the moment he agreed to let him in? At least that promise was real then?
…Shen Shuyi felt he was pretty much right.
He’s really gone mad.
Shen Shuyi was both amused and exasperated: “Zhao Yuheng, you really are… Since I promised you, I’ll keep my word. If you want to come into my room next time, just knock on my door. If that doesn’t work, you can call me, right?” After saying that, Shen Shuyi realized something and suddenly asked, “Did you prepare a phone number for me?”
Zhao Yuheng fell silent again.
Okay. Looks like that’s all.
Imprisonment, you’re serious, Little Zhao.
Serves you right.
“I know you’re unhappy,” Zhao Yuheng said.
“You’ve imprisoned me here for three years, and now you’re worried I’m unhappy? Where were you before?”
Zhao Yuheng’s eyes flickered slightly.
“Forget it, you wouldn’t understand anyway. You’ll just overthink it and think I’m plotting to escape.”
Sigh.
I’ll just pamper my own husband.
So what if he likes playing the imprisonment game? I’ll play along!
Shen Shuyi walked around him and went downstairs.
Zhao Yuheng quickly grabbed him: “Where are you going?”
“Didn’t you say Aunt Wang prepared breakfast? I’m going downstairs to eat.” Shen Shuheng said, “Also, your wrist can’t be dragged out by my mediocre bandaging skills. After breakfast, go to the hospital and see if you need acupuncture.”
Zhao Yuheng gripped his wrist tightly: “Shen Shuyi, are you even concerned about me?”
Why does this man always ask this question?
How many times a day does he have to ask?
Shen Shuyi was speechless. Zhao Yuheng seemed to sense his bad mood and abruptly let go.
“Sorry.”
He crossed the line.
Touching him without his permission, Shen Shuyi had said he didn’t like it.
Shen Shuyi took a few steps forward, then turned around to see Zhao Yuheng’s gloomy and self-conscious expression.
He paused, sighed.
The next second, Shen Shuyi suddenly turned back and strode towards him.
“Zhao Yuheng,” Shen Shuyi said.
Zhao Yuheng looked up slightly, and before he knew it, Shen Shuyi had pulled him into a tight embrace, their bodies pressed together seamlessly.
Zhao Yuheng froze. “Shen…” Shen Shuyi looked up from his arms and beckoned with his finger. “Look down.” Zhao Yuheng’s eyes were blank. Seeing his dazed expression, Shen Shuyi stood on tiptoe and pressed his lips to the man’s cold but soft lips.
He planted a heavy, deep kiss on his lips.
With a soft “smack,” Shen Shuyi smiled sweetly. “Consider it an apology for making you stand at the door all night. Are you happy now?”
With a “thud,” Zhao Yuheng collapsed to the ground.
“Zhao Yuheng!” Shen Shuyi exclaimed.
