Chapter 17: Pure High School Student

Meng Weiyu considered himself young, yes, but experienced and knowledgeable. He could dance in front of Mount Tai collapsing and pop champagne the moment his parents divorced.

Yet someone as optimistic and calm as him was now completely thrown into chaos under Shen Zhoudu’s gaze, which had darkened because of the lighting.

He tried to sort out the current situation. First, he had seen an indecent video of himself with someone else. Then, the other main character in the video was now pressing down on him. On top of that, the way Shen Zhoudu had addressed him was clearly something that would only exist in some kind of play.

Heavens. Why did such a pure high school student like him have to fall into the hands of this beast?

“It’s not like that. I… accidentally clicked it.” Meng Weiyu was under someone else’s roof and had no power to resist, so he could only pretend to be stupid for now. “My right hand can’t even move. What kind of mood could I possibly be in?”

“So that’s how it is.” Shen Zhoudu understood.

Meng Weiyu let out a breath of relief. In that instant, he naively thought he might be able to escape unharmed.

Shen Zhoudu thought for a moment, then asked seriously, “Do you need help?”

“H-Help-help-help… help with what?” Meng Weiyu’s eyes widened in horror. Because he was too flustered, he even bit his tongue.

“Isn’t your right hand inconvenient? I’ll help you.” His expression was serious and solemn. If Meng Weiyu did not understand the situation clearly, he would have thought the person in front of him wanted to help him with homework.

The moment Shen Zhoudu finished speaking, Meng Weiyu’s left hand finally broke through layer after layer of obstacles and pulled out from under the blanket. He pressed it hard against Shen Zhoudu’s face and cursed loudly, “Pervert! Lewd demon! Shameless!”

“You’re still being fairly polite with your scolding today.” Shen Zhoudu released the hand pressing down on the blanket and touched his own face.

It really did hurt.

Meng Weiyu grabbed the blanket and covered himself tightly. He knew he should immediately draw a clear line between himself and Shen Zhoudu, but he still could not suppress his curiosity. After holding it in and holding it in again, he awkwardly asked Shen Zhoudu, “What do I usually scold you with?”

Shen Zhoudu thought of a few relatively tactful terms, lowered his head, leaned close to Meng Weiyu’s ear, and moved his mouth.

After hearing them, Meng Weiyu almost wanted to curse back at first. When he realized what those words meant, he gradually became aware of his embarrassment. Even the strongest willpower was defeated by reality. He gradually buried himself in the blanket, finally feeling as if he had no will left to live.

So tired.

“Are you sleeping or not?” Shen Zhoudu asked him.

“I’m tired.” Meng Weiyu answered honestly. Mainly, his heart was tired.

“Then sleep.” Shen Zhoudu suggested.

“Okay.”

Seeing that Meng Weiyu had completely stopped causing trouble, Shen Zhoudu returned to the sofa and lay down again. He adjusted his position under the blanket, his eyes looking in Meng Weiyu’s direction as he explained, “I was really worried your hand would get hurt again. That’s why I didn’t let you move around.”

“Don’t worry. I don’t want to move at all now. My heart is already dead.” Meng Weiyu stared lifelessly at the ceiling.

“Heh. Nonsense.” Shen Zhoudu was clearly used to him speaking whatever came to mind, with jokes outweighing sincerity. “Then I’m turning off the lights.”

“Okay.”

The room immediately fell into darkness.

In the darkness, Meng Weiyu shifted his hips and sighed. “The bed here is more comfortable than the hospital bed.”

“Of course,” Shen Zhoudu replied.

“Didn’t you say you were going to sleep?” Meng Weiyu laughed at him.

“Mm.”

“Did you not sleep enough after coming back this morning?” Meng Weiyu remembered that he had chased Shen Zhoudu away in the morning.

“For some reason, I couldn’t fall asleep this morning. Just like now, for some reason, I suddenly feel sleepy.” Shen Zhoudu silently yawned, and his cold, stern brows and eyes softened once again.

Meng Weiyu did not reply. Sure enough, just as he had expected, as long as he quieted down, Shen Zhoudu on the other side soon fell asleep again.

He burrowed under the blanket. He did not dare play with his phone anymore, so he simply closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

The heavy rain had already passed, and the sound of the wind had grown very quiet.

Deep in the night, someone who had gotten up sleepily fumbled his way into the bathroom. When he came out, he habitually touched the bed he had slept in for many years. Borrowing the light filtering in through the window, Shen Zhoudu glanced at the familiar person beside the pillow, completely unaware that anything was wrong. He slipped under the blanket, reached out, hugged Meng Weiyu, and fell asleep again.

Early the next morning, even the sound of rain could not cover the commotion in one certain room.

“Ahhhhh!”

“Beast! Pervert! I knew you couldn’t be trusted!”

“You even want to take advantage of someone like me who just got into a car accident. You’re too much of a beast.”

“You… my hand… my hand… pain, pain, pain… help…”

“You definitely curse me. I need to divorce you immediately.”

When one person’s shouting finally stopped, another cold voice followed.

“I don’t curse you. You’re talking nonsense.”

Rain hit the tree leaves, splashing noisily.

Meng Weiyu’s hand had been rewrapped once. His face was gloomy as he sat on the sofa. Beside him was Shen Zhoudu, who was bringing dishes to the dining table.

“Come eat. These are the dishes you wanted yesterday.” Shen Zhoudu stood a long distance away and handed Meng Weiyu a pair of chopsticks.

“I can’t eat. My right hand is injured. Seriously injured!” This morning, because Meng Weiyu had been frightened by Shen Zhoudu sleeping beside him, he had panicked and used both hands at once, wanting to push him away. In the end, before he could even push the person off, the moment he used force with his right hand, the pain instantly made his mind go blank. Fortunately, Shen Zhoudu’s private doctor had braved the wind and rain to come to the villa and re-bandage his arm. Only then did his injury not worsen further.

Knowing he was in the wrong, Shen Zhoudu had called someone to buy ingredients. While the doctor examined Meng Weiyu’s wound, he, who was clearly also born a young master, had efficiently chopped vegetables and simmered soup.

“I already said it was an accident. Why do you distrust me so much?” Shen Zhoudu helplessly placed the chopsticks on the rice bowl. “I was too tired. I subconsciously returned to the place where I usually sleep.”

“Then swear you have absolutely no improper thoughts toward me. Raise three fingers,” Meng Weiyu demanded.

“I won’t swear that.” Shen Zhoudu lowered his head and smiled. “I have many thoughts about you.”

Meng Weiyu once again had the urge to surrender.

“But this morning really was an accident.” Shen Zhoudu placed both hands on the table. “Who would make a move on someone covered in injuries?”

Looking at his righteous appearance, Meng Weiyu reasonably suspected, “Before you pursued me, don’t tell me you once said something like, ‘Who would fall for a man?’”

Shen Zhoudu laughed. He laughed twice, then quickly realized something and swiftly restrained his smile.

“Heh. Someone like you really is too bad.” Meng Weiyu looked down on him.

“You were left-handed when you were little, right? You can still use chopsticks. Hurry and eat.” Shen Zhoudu turned to get a spoon. “The food is getting cold. If you still don’t come over, I’ll feed you.”

Meng Weiyu narrowed his eyes. He would not be threatened by anyone.

“They’re all things you wanted to eat last night.” After Shen Zhoudu said this, he turned to get the soup ladle.

Hearing this, Meng Weiyu took advantage of no one watching and shifted his butt in a guilty attempt to hide his intentions. With a reluctant expression, he got up from the sofa.

By the time Shen Zhoudu came out with the soup ladle, Meng Weiyu was already seated at the dining table.

Only now did Shen Zhoudu have a real sense of just how much Meng Weiyu wanted to eat this meal.

Shen Zhoudu picked up an empty bowl nearby, poured him a bowl of soup, and placed it beside his rice bowl.

During the meal, Shen Zhoudu remained silent the whole time. Meng Weiyu raised his head to look at him, and the more he looked, the more annoyed he became, because even Shen Zhoudu’s eating movements were elegant. It was clearly ordinary home cooking, yet he somehow made it look like a Michelin feast.

“Is it good?” Shen Zhoudu could always accurately catch Meng Weiyu’s gaze when he secretly looked at him.

“Did you make it?” Meng Weiyu knowingly asked.

“Didn’t you see it?” He had prepared the ingredients bit by bit right under his eyes.

“Then… it doesn’t taste good.” Meng Weiyu lowered his head.

Shen Zhoudu moved his chopsticks to the side and propped up his chin. Suddenly, he could not help laughing.

“What are you doing?” Meng Weiyu became angry.

“Do you remember the first time we ate barbecue?” Shen Zhoudu suddenly thought of something.

“Mr. Shen, the person across from you is suffering from amnesia.” Meng Weiyu sarcastically reminded him. “If you want to ask about my memories of eating with you, then the only one I have is when we first met at that boring banquet or whatever. Back then, you even said that because of me, the entire hall was noisy.”

“You still remember that.” Shen Zhoudu smiled.

The corner of Meng Weiyu’s mouth pulled up. He smiled without warmth. Of course he remembered. That was why afterward, the more he looked at Shen Zhoudu, the more he disliked him.

How could someone like a person who picked a fight the first time they met?

Grown-up Meng Weiyu, you were muddle-headed!

“But…” Shen Zhoudu began laying the groundwork.

“I don’t want to hear it.” Before Meng Weiyu could hear some shocking statement, he cut him off first. He had already had enough of how every “but” from Shen Zhoudu was followed by something that made him cough blood.

“Then let’s talk about the first time we ate barbecue,” Shen Zhoudu returned to the original topic.

“You… weren’t you unwilling to talk just now?” Meng Weiyu missed the silence from earlier. “Rather, I thought you didn’t like talking while eating.”

“Not at all. I’m very talkative, even at the dining table.” Shen Zhoudu pushed up his glasses.

“Heh.” Big liar.