Chapter 29: He Was Overthinking It
“Tsk.” Meng Yi clicked his tongue disdainfully and continued, “That bastard tortured me all night. When Sister Bai came to take me out the next day, that bitch actually told me that I only got the second male lead in Wang Hao’s project because you didn’t want it, and told me to take good care of you on Leisure Life.
“I was in that state, and she didn’t say a single word to comfort me. She didn’t even ask how I got through that night.
When Han Cheng saw me, his face was full of disgust, as if I were some filthy thing. And yet I went to steal evidence of Zhuang Feng’s crimes for his sake—that’s why I was tortured all night. Otherwise, I would’ve escaped long ago.
But in Bai Ling’s eyes, there was only you. In Han Cheng’s eyes, there was only you. Neither of them treated me like a human being at all.
Why? Why does everyone take your side? I’m younger than you, better-looking than you, I sing better than you, and I’m more popular than you. Why does Han Cheng only love you? Why does Sister Bai only care about you? Why?”
Meng Yi shouted at Jiang Yu again, eyes bloodshot, tears streaming down his face.
Yeah—why?
Jiang Yu wanted to know that too. Everything Meng Yi talked about was completely unknown to him. Did Han Cheng and Sister Bai really care about him that much? He’d never felt it.
Han Cheng was surrounded by scandals day after day. When it came to Jiang Yu, it was almost always about that sort of thing, and he never cared whether Jiang Yu’s waist hurt or not.
Most of the time, Han Cheng was nowhere to be seen. Jiang Yu could only see him in gossip news on TV, flirting with some other celebrity.
Every time Sister Bai came to see him, she was constantly praising how good Meng Yi was, sometimes even using clumsy acting to secure benefits for Meng Yi.
Which one of those people looked like they cared about him? Were the Han Cheng and Sister Bai that he knew really the same people Meng Yi was talking about?
Was Meng Yi mistaken—or had Jiang Yu simply failed to notice Han Cheng and Sister Bai’s concern for him?
Meng Yi’s hatred for him ran deep, and Jiang Yu finally understood why Meng Yi wanted to frame him.
Love turning into hate—but the one being hated turned out to be himself. He really didn’t want to get involved in this love triangle.
Jiang Yu found Meng Yi’s phone, re-added him as a contact, sent over the video he had just recorded of the aide, and then deleted him again.
“I won’t thank you,” Meng Yi said, lying on the bed—his mouth tougher than his broken waist.
Jiang Yu waved it off indifferently and had Wang Huan wheel him back to his own room.
He had only sat in Meng Yi’s room for a short while, yet his waist was already uncomfortable. Lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling, Jiang Yu couldn’t help replaying Meng Yi’s words in his mind.
From Meng Yi’s mouth, he had heard many things he’d never known before—and had seen a very different Sister Bai and Han Cheng.
Jiang Yu suddenly thought of that day when Tao Ran’s father rushed over and Han Cheng had thrown himself over him. That bastard had been protecting him then, hadn’t he?
Han Cheng… now… did he maybe have some feelings for him too?
“Brother Yu, what are you thinking about? Don’t think about Meng Yi anymore. That guy’s just an ungrateful wretch—eating up your resources, coveting your man, and still holding a grudge against you. His heart’s rotten.
“In Han Cheng’s heart, there’s only you. He wants to be the third party and then blames the original partner—rotten-hearted and sick in the head.”
“You also think Han Cheng has me in his heart?” Jiang Yu frowned at Wang Huan.
He didn’t even know what he was feeling right now. Feelings were something he couldn’t control—he’d been blind enough to fall in love with Han Cheng, that scumbag.
Now that he knew Han Cheng seemed to have feelings for him too, it would be a lie to say he wasn’t happy. But everything Han Cheng had done to him also told him, rationally, that such a scumbag wasn’t worth loving.
“Of course. Brother Yu, you’ve been with President Han for six years. Look at the others—has he ever stayed with anyone else for more than three months?” Wang Huan said solemnly, trying to prove that Jiang Yu mattered to Han Cheng.
Jiang Yu snorted. “Heh. Then I really should thank him for his ‘devotion.’”
He ground out the word “devotion.” Using promiscuity as proof that Han Cheng cared about him—Jiang Yu looked at Wang Huan and seriously suspected this guy’s brain had problems just like Meng Yi’s.
Wang Huan suddenly realized he’d said the wrong thing. His eyes darted around, and he quickly grabbed the remote, turned on the TV, and changed the subject. “At this hour, Animal World should be starting. Watching cute little animals always makes your mood cuter too.”
“Han Entertainment CEO Han Cheng once again spotted on a late-night rendezvous with childhood friend Ji Xu. The two chatted and laughed, looking extremely close. They entered the same hotel and only left together two hours later.”
Jiang Yu watched gossip news often. As soon as the TV turned on, the familiar female narrator’s voice rang out.
Click. Wang Huan turned off the TV, then turned back to Jiang Yu and grinned foolishly, baring his teeth—vegetable leaves still stuck between them.
Jiang Yu crooked his lips into a smile, closed his eyes, and rested.
Heh. Everyone had something wrong with their brains and their eyes. He himself must have had a moment of insanity to think that Han Cheng cared about him. A dog is still a dog—its diet never changes.
Han Cheng had been out of touch for several days in a row, probably wrapped up in passionate intimacy with Ji Xu. Whatever lingering hesitation Jiang Yu had about Han Cheng had long since been flung to the back of his mind.
Jiang Yu’s waist injury mainly required rest and recuperation. Early in the morning, a young nurse came to start his IV. She kept hesitating, as if she had something to say but couldn’t get it out—so pent-up she looked almost constipated. Just watching her made Jiang Yu uncomfortable.
“What medicine are you sticking into me every day?” Jiang Yu’s hand was bruised and purplish from being needled for several days straight. Seeing that the nurse kept dawdling and packing up without leaving, he took the initiative to start a conversation.
“It’s anti-inflammatory,” the nurse replied absent-mindedly, then fell silent again, holding everything in.
Jiang Yu smiled helplessly. She and Dr. Zhang both knew about his situation with Han Cheng. This girl hadn’t been this awkward before. Who knew what she wanted to ask today, but couldn’t bring herself to.
“If there’s something you want to ask, just ask,” Jiang Yu said bluntly.
The nurse hesitated, then suddenly ran to the door to peek outside. She closed it, hurried back, and said to Jiang Yu with shining eyes, “Dr. Zhang told me not to ask you about things. You won’t tell him I asked you today, will you?”
Jiang Yu smiled and nodded. “Alright, I won’t tell Dr. Zhang. But don’t ask anything too private—I won’t tell you that.”
“I’m not asking about you. I want to ask about President Han and Ji Xu. Are they really together? Have they already… done it?”
The nurse hooked her two thumbs together, her excited little face flushed red.
“They’ve been photographed going to hotels these past few days. With President Han’s capabilities, if he didn’t want to be photographed, he could definitely be more discreet. But he’s been so high-profile lately—are they planning to go public?
“Our country doesn’t support same-sex marriage. Will they go to another country to register a marriage? When will they get married? Do you know any inside information?”
The flames of gossip burned fiercely in the nurse’s eyes; if you looked closely, there was even a trace of happiness.
Jiang Yu had seen that look before. When the CP you ship becomes real—it’s exactly that kind of wish-fulfilled happiness.
“Hey, what nonsense are you spouting?” Wang Huan snapped. “If you’re so good at gossiping, why don’t you become a paparazzo? If you’re so good at making up stories, why don’t you write novels? Get out already and stop disturbing Brother Yu’s rest.”
Jiang Yu hadn’t expected the nurse to ask such explosive questions and was feeling a bit awkward, not knowing how to answer, when Wang Huan got anxious and started waving his arms to chase her out.
“What’s wrong with that? Jiang Yu told me to ask. He’s not even mad—why are you? Are you a eunuch or something?” the nurse shot back angrily at Wang Huan, then turned to explain to Jiang Yu.
“Jiang Yu, don’t be upset either. I know about your relationship with President Han—everyone knows it in their hearts.
You and President Han were never going to grow old together anyway. And Ji Xu is President Han’s first love. Ji Xu is gentle, highly educated, and his family background matches President Han’s. More importantly, they’re genuinely in love with each other.
You’re not bad-looking, and you probably don’t lack money either. If you want to find a wife and live a good life in the future, you should start planning early and leave President Han sooner rather than later.
If people dig up that past between you and President Han, it’ll be hard for you to find a good wife later. Who would marry a man who’s been kept?”
“Hey, what’s wrong with your mouth, little nurse?” Wang Huan exploded. “How can you be so sure Brother Yu and President Han can’t grow old together?
Do you even know Ji Xu? Do you know what kind of person he is? Do you know who President Han actually likes? You know nothing, yet you’re here arranging other people’s lives?
‘Our Ji Xu’? Does Ji Xu’s mother know there’s a brat who hasn’t even grown all her hair yet trying to snatch her son? Does Ji Xu know he has a ‘mom’ younger than himself?
Are you the reincarnation of the Virgin Mary? Then you reincarnated in the wrong place. This is the East, China—not the Christian West. You should go be your Holy Mother over there; your powers don’t work here.”
Wang Huan’s mouth could be even more vicious than Sister Bai’s at times. The barrage of questions left the nurse red in the face and thick in the neck, unable to get a word in.
“You—!” The nurse pointed at Wang Huan, furious and about to retort.
Wang Huan cut her off again. “You what? Other people’s business—what does it have to do with you? Too much salt, nothing better to do? Finish your job and get out. Is your salary really that easy to earn? I’ll tell Dr. Zhang later and have him check where you usually slack off.”
So furious she was practically hyperventilating, the nurse couldn’t out-argue Wang Huan. She suddenly pointed at Jiang Yu and said viciously, “Jiang Yu, you don’t need to cling to President Han either. Our Ji Xu is gentle and kind, knowledgeable and well-educated, and he and President Han are childhood sweethearts with matching family backgrounds.
The two of them are having passionate late-night hotel dates now, while you’re lying here unable to move because you were attacked. Look at how badly you’ve failed at life—how can you compare to Ji Xu? Just give up already. Hmph.”
With a cold snort, she glared at Wang Huan and stormed off with her tray.
“Damn, what kind of person is that?” Wang Huan spat in the nurse’s direction. Turning back to Jiang Yu, he said, “Brother Yu, don’t worry. I’m going to find Dr. Zhang right now and have him deal with that nurse.”
Wang Huan rushed toward the door, but Jiang Yu stopped him. “Come back. I was the one who told her to ask. I wasn’t even mad—what are you getting mad for? You really want to be a eunuch?”
“Brother Yu, you can’t be this soft-hearted. If you’re too kind, people will walk all over you. Even people who have nothing to do with you dare to bully you now.”
“Fans are all like that. Wasn’t I kicked into the hospital by Ji Xu’s fans? Now there’s just another fan acting like a mom, worrying about her idol son’s marriage—it’s no big deal.
And what she said isn’t wrong either. Han Cheng and Ji Xu have been showing off their affection so publicly—I should be thinking about my own future too.
You don’t need to go tell Dr. Zhang anything. After you scolded her like that, she’ll probably go to him herself to ask for a transfer. Maybe the one who comes to remove the IV later won’t even be her anymore. Anyway, she was just a brain-dead Ji Xu fan. There’s no need to bother with her.”
“Brother Yu, you’re just too soft-hearted. You gave up resources to Meng Yi and raised a traitor. Now you’re even giving up President Han and handing him over to Ji Xu. You don’t fight for anything—what are you going to do in the future?”
“I have hands and feet, and I’m not a eunuch. I’ll find the other half who truly belongs to me and build a happy family.”
