Chapter 23: The Scene of a Cow Cat Wrecking the House

The Scene of a Cow Cat Wrecking the House

The dim room, their breaths tangled together, his will teetering yet growing clearer and clearer.

Meng Weiyu’s first reaction was to escape. His foot had only just turned to the side, not yet moved, when the person blocking his view immediately shifted slightly and blocked his path.

Blindly dodging would only get him bullied.

After Meng Weiyu understood this, he first slapped Shen Zhoudu’s hand away, then immediately grabbed his collar and yanked him over. There was a difference in strength and physique between them. If Shen Zhoudu did not want to move, Meng Weiyu would not have been able to pull him over so easily.

“What’s wrong? Little Zhoudu, did your mommy never teach you how to sleep at night, so you need me to tell you?” Meng Weiyu tilted his face to the side. His black eyes flashed with a faint chill, and he revealed a smile full of provocation.

Seeing him like this, Shen Zhoudu smiled and wanted to touch his face, but Meng Weiyu swatted him away with a face full of disgust.

“No touching!” Meng Weiyu scolded him.

Shen Zhoudu was treated strictly by him, but he was not angry. Instead, he obediently lowered his hand.

Meng Weiyu narrowed his eyes and sized Shen Zhoudu up with the scrutinizing gaze unique to someone in a superior position.

Shen Zhoudu had originally been calm and unhurried, but when the expression he should have been most familiar with suddenly appeared on Meng Weiyu’s face, he instantly froze.

“You dare play with me like this? Is your butt itching?” Meng Weiyu’s brows furrowed. In an instant, he went from controlling the whole situation like someone on top to a bristling high school student, grabbing Shen Zhoudu and shaking him back and forth.

Shen Zhoudu pressed his lips together and smiled faintly.

Just as he had said, he loved the twenty-seven-year-old Meng Weiyu and was attracted by his charm. But he also liked the seventeen-year-old Meng Weiyu very much. However, if he carefully looked back and compared these two feelings, there was one obvious difference.

When Meng Weiyu was seventeen, Shen Zhoudu really liked teasing him.

“That’s right.” Shen Zhoudu answered Meng Weiyu’s question, then arrogantly took a step toward him.

Meng Weiyu raised his head and met his gaze, refusing to back down.

Shen Zhoudu moved closer to Meng Weiyu. Their bodies touched for an instant. He lowered his head, brought his mouth beside Meng Weiyu’s ear, and laughed. He deliberately lowered his voice. Even in this bedroom where there were only two of them, he still took on an ulterior, secretive posture, as if only delivering a private whisper to the person before him.

“Come whip me.”

Meng Weiyu: “…”

What are you saying?

“Do you need me to stay in this room and take care of you tonight?” Shen Zhoudu pulled away and left. He did not explain what he had meant just now. He might even have been trying to distance himself from that topic, because he turned and walked away to switch on the light, pretending nothing had happened. “If you need that, I’ll move the blanket from the guest room downstairs and sleep here tonight.”

“Who would still sleep in the same room as you!” Meng Weiyu reminded him of one thing. “I don’t want to wake up the next morning and find another man lying beside me again.”

“Is that so?” Shen Zhoudu knew that only by maintaining a cold attitude could he lower Meng Weiyu’s guard. “Then you sleep in this room. I’ll go to the guest room downstairs. If anything happens, you can call me, or shout loudly downstairs.”

Meng Weiyu sat on the bed in relief.

He could feel that the dangerous aura around Shen Zhoudu had completely dispersed.

“Call me a little more sweetly. Otherwise, I might not answer.” Shen Zhoudu made this demand seriously, then opened the door and let the natural light in. “Rest for a while. I’ll call you when it’s time to eat. I’ll go put out some cat food for Xueci first. Oh right, is there anything you want to eat?”

Meng Weiyu raised a finger and instantly forgot the oppressive feeling Shen Zhoudu had brought just now. He excitedly said, “Fries.”

“I’ll order delivery.” Shen Zhoudu understood and stepped out.

“If you’re ordering delivery, I also want cola and fried chicken wings!” Meng Weiyu shouted energetically toward the doorway.

“I know. You don’t need to be that loud.” Shen Zhoudu’s voice gradually moved farther away.

“Weren’t you the one who told me to call you in a sweet voice?” Meng Weiyu continued roaring.

“So noisy.” Although they were words of disgust, the end of his voice was inevitably too sweet.

Once Shen Zhoudu left, Meng Weiyu was instantly the only one left in the spacious room. He sat on the bed, tapping each foot against the floor in turn, inexplicably a little excited. He estimated the time and confirmed that Shen Zhoudu should have gone downstairs and would not come back. Then he immediately rolled around on the bed excitedly.

Such a big and comfortable bed!

After Meng Weiyu rolled enough, he sat up again.

Crap. He almost exposed the fact that his right hand had actually mostly recovered.

With his hair all messy from rolling around, Meng Weiyu hummed a song and bounced from the bed to the floor.

His original intention was to inspect this bedroom, but the moment he stood up and casually swept his eyes around, he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

There were two photo frames on the table, each holding two photos. The background of one photo was red. The main subjects inside were Meng Weiyu, dressed in overly fashionable and flashy clothes, and Shen Zhoudu, who was seriously wearing a well-tailored suit.

It looked very much like a marriage certificate photo, but Shen Zhoudu’s expression was far too serious and cold, while Meng Weiyu was grinning cheekily. No matter how one looked at it, something felt wrong.

“Unlucky.” Meng Weiyu stretched out his hand and flipped the frame face-down.

Another photo had the two of them looking much younger than in the first photo. They were wearing high school uniforms. It was a photo taken on graduation day.

There were more people in this photo, including Ning Wu and Xiao Jialu, but they were all in the background. The true main characters were Shen Zhoudu, who was sitting on the steps, and Meng Weiyu, who was leaning against him from behind with a bright smile.

Meng Weiyu stared at the photo in silence. He admitted that this photo was youthful and adorable, but for the current him, its attack power was too strong.

So Meng Weiyu still flipped the photo over.

Out of sight, out of mind.

After dealing with the photos on the table, Meng Weiyu quickly glanced around the room. If there were any more similar photos of the two of them, he needed to hide them immediately to avoid causing himself another injury.

Fortunately, his future self and Shen Zhoudu had not reached the deranged level of displaying photos everywhere.

After setting aside the issue of photos, Meng Weiyu discovered something else that interested him. It was also something he had noticed from the moment he entered. Those two perfectly designed high-end cabinets did not look like wardrobes. What they held inside should be other items.

What exactly needed to be hidden inside the wall like this?

Meng Weiyu was filled with curiosity. Strangely, with no one around, he still looked sneaky as he walked toward the cabinets.

It seemed that somewhere in his subconscious, he knew this was not something that could be casually exposed before the world.

The two large cabinets were placed at a certain height, avoiding a person’s direct line of sight, yet still within reach. Every part of the design seemed like a crude trap meant to lure Meng Weiyu.

His hand lifted and touched the cabinet.

Just one second before the secret was revealed, the phone on the bed vibrated.

“Hm?”

Meng Weiyu’s hand withdrew from the cabinet, his attention diverted.

He quickly walked over and, since no one was around, openly used his hand wrapped like a rice dumpling to pick up the phone.

“Hiss.” Actually, it still hurt a little. Better to use his left hand.

Meng Weiyu opened the notifications and discovered that his unreliable scoundrel friend Ning Wu had finally found his conscience and sent a message asking about his situation.

Because he opened this app, Meng Weiyu only then discovered that during the time he had not checked his phone, someone had already flooded it with messages.

The culprit was the person downstairs.

Meng Weiyu first replied to Ning Wu, then leisurely opened the pinned chat with “Little Baby.”

“Wow, so annoying.” Meng Weiyu scrolled upward through the messages, briefly looked through them, and sighed like this. But the person he was scolding was not Shen Zhoudu.

It was himself.

What the hell was he doing!

Meng Weiyu: Then when you go to England, will you miss me?

Meng Weiyu: Why aren’t you bringing me?

Meng Weiyu: Why are you going for so long this time?

Meng Weiyu: You’re not replying to my messages. You don’t love me anymore.

Meng Weiyu: I ate a British meal and missed you in advance. It tasted awful.

Meng Weiyu: If you still don’t reply, I’ll curse all the food you eat in England to taste that bad.

Meng Weiyu: Today, my assistant complained about me again. I’m clearly the big BOSS.

Meng Weiyu: Call me big BOSS from now on.

Meng Weiyu: Angry. Three minutes have passed! Where are you!

Meng Weiyu: If you still don’t reply, I’ll suspect something happened to you. Then I won’t go to work and will go straight to find you.

Meng Weiyu: Don’t tell me you’re talking to that annoying ghost again! Not allowed!

Meng Weiyu: Husband~

Meng Weiyu: Gege~

Meng Weiyu: I’m so bored! Pay attention to me!

The person holding the phone finally made that sound.

“Ugh.”

Who the hell are you!

What Meng Weiyu admired most was that about five minutes after the final message was sent, Shen Zhoudu actually began replying to them one by one.

Little Baby: I miss you all the time.

Little Baby: I didn’t bring you because you have work.

Little Baby: This time, there are three meetings over there. One of them spans too long, and running back and forth would be too tiring, so there’s no choice. I can only stay there for now.

Little Baby: I love you. I went to sign a stack of documents just now and didn’t have time to check my phone.

Little Baby: If it tastes bad, don’t eat it. Or is it actually good, and you’re just really fond of talking nonsense?

Little Baby: It’s already good enough that you haven’t angered Anyang to death.

Little Baby: Big BOSS, I’ve already replied to many messages.

Little Baby: Is the annoying ghost my assistant?

Little Baby: Hm?

Little Baby: Now it’s my turn to ask. Where are you?

Little Baby: Before the plane takes off, I’ll message you again. It’ll rain recently, so stay safe. Don’t eat random things. Message me if anything happens.

At this moment, Meng Weiyu’s respect for Shen Zhoudu arose spontaneously.

If he had received such a long chain of tantrum messages, the first thing he would do was delete that person from his contacts.

However, although this conversation was a little nauseating, it was still better than what came afterward.

Starting from the latest unread messages, they were all one-sided messages from Shen Zhoudu, and they were filled with anxiety and hysteria.

Little Baby: Today’s meeting is over. I’m going back to rest.

Little Baby: It should still be sleeping time on your side. Reply to me when you wake up, okay?

Little Baby: Good night.

After some time passed, the messages became more frequent.

Little Baby: Why didn’t you say good morning to me today?

Little Baby: Xiao Yu?

Little Baby: I called you, but you didn’t answer.

Little Baby: Did you put your phone on silent?

Little Baby: Send me a message after you see this.

Little Baby: Why aren’t you answering the phone?

Little Baby: My pretty wife~ It’s time to pay attention to me.

Little Baby: Daddy~

Little Baby: Why didn’t you go to work today? I contacted the people around you, but no one has seen you. Uncle Wang said you’re not home. Anyang said you didn’t go to the company. This is very abnormal. What happened?

Little Baby: I’m begging you.

Little Baby: Reply to my messages.

Little Baby: Really, I’m begging you.

That humble, hoarse plea received not a single word in response.

“Missed calls.” Meng Weiyu closed the chat app and opened the phone function, instantly falling silent.

Had you ever tried having 108 missed calls in two days?

And 87 of them were from the same person.

Meng Weiyu looked at the phone and used his rice-dumpling-wrapped hand to scratch his head.

He suddenly began thinking that maybe he had been a tiny bit harsh on Shen Zhoudu?

While Meng Weiyu was rarely reflecting on himself, Ning Wu kept sending messages.

It looked like because he had previously refused Meng Weiyu’s request to pick him up, his conscience was uneasy.

Ning Wu: Are you getting used to it?

Meng Weiyu: Mm, yeah. This house looks better than yours.

Ning Wu: Xiao Yu, you’re still so good at chatting.

Meng Weiyu: There’s only one bad thing about this place.

Ning Wu: What thing?

Meng Weiyu: It has photos of me and Shen Zhoudu hanging up.

Ning Wu: Hahahahahaha.

Aside from this insignificant flaw, Meng Weiyu felt that he could temporarily stay here for now and properly think about what to do next.

Ning Wu: Recently, you disappeared for several days. A lot of classmates have been asking me about you. They’ll probably message you too. If you find it annoying, I’ll think of a way to notify them and tell them not to bother you.

Meng Weiyu: I can just ignore them.

Ning Wu: Up to you. If there’s anything you need help with, just tell me directly.

Ning Wu continued chatting idly with Meng Weiyu, asking whether he needed anything right now, such as old photo albums or videos that could help him understand information about the past. He could bring them to him.

His latest message was: What do you want to do?

Meng Weiyu looked at that line of text and successfully had his attention diverted once again.

What had he wanted to do just now?

Right, check what was inside the cabinets.

Meng Weiyu put down the phone and once again turned to walk toward those two cabinets.

The moment the evening sun sank, darkness completely submerged the world.

Downstairs, Shen Zhoudu was crouching on the floor, preparing cat food for Xueci. Xueci had returned to its most familiar home and was arrogantly padding around with light steps, displaying the malicious side of cats as it jumped back and forth across all kinds of furniture.

It stood on the chair behind Shen Zhoudu, striking a posture as if about to charge forward.

“Xueci, come drink some water.” Shen Zhoudu did not sense the disaster that was about to arrive at all. He still treated the inhuman little cat with a kind and amiable attitude.

“Meow!” Xueci sprinted, charging toward Shen Zhoudu.

“Hm?” Shen Zhoudu heard the sound and turned his body.

He shifted sideways, coincidentally dodging the naughty kitten’s attack route. So Xueci directly flew into the cat water fountain filled with water. The cat’s body heavily smashed into the water, splashing water everywhere. Shen Zhoudu was too close and was directly splashed across his face and clothes.

“Xueci!” Shen Zhoudu called the kitten’s name in a stern voice.

“Meow, meow, meow!” Seeing this, Xueci immediately ran off and hid.

“Honestly.” Shen Zhoudu helplessly tugged at his wet clothes with one hand. With the other hand, he removed his glasses, which had become blurry after getting wet. He stood up, feeling helpless. “Bad kitten. Like owner, like pet.”

“Meow, meow, meow!!!” From a certain room came the arrogant voice of the malicious kitten, utterly unrepentant.

“Too bad.” Shen Zhoudu complained endlessly, though it was unclear whether he was talking about the real kitten or the other little kitten he had raised, whose personality was even worse.

Xueci hid completely. Shen Zhoudu was helpless. Looking at the water stains all over the floor, he could only carry his glasses and wet clothes into the room where he would sleep tonight.

After Shen Zhoudu entered, he casually closed the door.

At the same time, in the master bedroom upstairs, the two large cabinets were rotated out from the wall, and the things inside were instantly displayed before Meng Weiyu.

Meng Weiyu’s pupils widened. He could not believe what his eyes were seeing. Out of curiosity, he tentatively reached out and tugged at the item placed at the very outer edge.

In an instant, whips, clips, ropes, and collars all fell down.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!

Meng Weiyu screamed silently, covered his head with both hands, and directly knelt on the floor.

Beside his body were the fallen props.

What were all these things!!!!!

“Wait, this isn’t a whip. It should be one of those trendy cat teasers, right? It looks pretty similar. Clips—used for hanging clothes. The style is just a little novel. Although I don’t know why clothes-drying clips would be collected. Next, rope. What family doesn’t have a little rope? A collar is just an accessory. It can be explained. It’s completely fine.”

Meng Weiyu quickly picked up the things that had fallen onto the floor and found suitable reasons for them. He needed to quickly stuff everything back inside.

However, while stuffing the items back into the cabinet, he accidentally saw, deeper inside the cabinet, other items that he could not possibly deceive himself about.

Meng Weiyu: “…”

The phone on the bed was still ringing.

Meng Weiyu casually threw everything in his hands back inside. Then, expressionless, he turned and walked toward the phone.

Actually, while Meng Weiyu had been chatting with Ning Wu, several other people had sent him messages too, but he had ignored them all. He picked up the phone. Someone whose profile picture looked very similar to Ning Wu’s happened to send him the same question: What do you want to do?

If Meng Weiyu had looked at the messages carefully, he would have discovered that the message before this one was: You disappeared for several days.

This was not a message from Ning Wu at all.

Because Meng Weiyu was distracted and careless for a moment, he did not realize that the person chatting with him right now was someone else.

So he typed very honestly: I want a divorce.

The person on the other side: !!!!!

Meng Weiyu still wanted to say something, but a huge sound came from behind him. Then a large pile of things crashed down from midair. Meng Weiyu was so startled that he jumped, then guiltily turned his head.

Because of his rough behavior earlier, the whip and ropes had hooked onto the other tools and dragged them out together.

“Holy shit!” Meng Weiyu threw his phone aside and devoted himself to the pile of props that, if they appeared onscreen, would be mosaicked everywhere.

The more he wanted to quickly clean up the mess, the more panicked his movements became. Before long, he was sitting on the floor, holding a whip in one hand and a fake OO in the other, silently collapsing.

“Ah!” Meng Weiyu became angry from embarrassment, directly threw away the things in his hands, then stood up and quickly walked out of the room.

“Deng, deng, deng.”

Meng Weiyu, who had looked weak when going upstairs earlier, now walked with a fierce, imposing momentum. He quickly followed the spiral staircase downstairs, about to find someone and settle accounts.

“Meow.” Hearing footsteps, Xueci secretly poked its head out from under the table. When it discovered the person coming was Meng Weiyu, it immediately jumped out excitedly.

Meng Weiyu stood with one hand on his waist, legs apart, expressionless. He was beautiful, and because of the bandages on his body, he looked sickly. Yet for some reason, his body emitted an arrogant aura that made others not dare casually tease him.

His aura was too terrifying. Xueci had almost pounced onto his pant leg, but turned around in time and ran behind the sofa.

Where was he?

Meng Weiyu quickly turned his head left and right, but did not find Shen Zhoudu within his field of vision.

Xueci seemed to understand his meaning and meowed, drawing Meng Weiyu’s attention.

Meng Weiyu turned his head. Besides seeing the cat, he also saw the water stains beside the water fountain.

“You, you.” Meng Weiyu stretched out his index finger and pointed at Xueci from afar.

Bad kitten.

“Meow.” Xueci suddenly ran toward a room.

“That way?” Meng Weiyu discovered that this cat was sometimes so clever and fawning it was like a dog.

“Meow, meow, meow.” Xueci scratched at the door.

“You still dare make trouble.” From the room Xueci was scratching at came Shen Zhoudu’s angry voice.

Meng Weiyu strode toward the room where the voice came from.

“Honestly, you don’t give anyone peace of mind at all. Fine, once I finish changing clothes, I’ll change your water… Ah?”

The door was suddenly opened from outside. Meng Weiyu appeared in the doorway, imposing and aggressive. He had originally planned to open his mouth and curse this lewd husband, but after raising his eyes and seeing the person inside the room, he began shouting loudly.

“Hey!!!”

Inside the room, after taking off his wet shirt, Shen Zhoudu had wanted to change into home clothes, so he simply took off his pants too. He had just undone the button and pushed his pants down when Meng Weiyu opened the door and came in.

After seeing the two cabinets full of special toys, then seeing Shen Zhoudu’s body, Meng Weiyu completely lost his composure. His eyes widened, and he stretched out a finger to point at Shen Zhoudu, his finger trembling and trembling.

Shameless man!

Shen Zhoudu was startled by him. Holding up his pants, for a moment, he did not know whether to continue taking them off or pull them back up.

If this were before, he would have just taken them off directly. Anyway, someone would have been happy to watch.

“What exactly are you doing?” Meng Weiyu, who had suddenly barged into the room, attacked him for no reason.

“Ai.” Shen Zhoudu sighed and helplessly pulled over the home clothes placed nearby with one hand. “Taking off my pants. It’s not like you haven’t seen it before. What’s there to shout about?”

“I haven’t seen it.” Meng Weiyu refused to admit it even if it killed him.

“Then look.” Hearing this, Shen Zhoudu turned directly to face Meng Weiyu, let go of the hand holding his pants, and his pants instantly slid down. Then, with the most serious face, he struck a surrendering pose.

Meng Weiyu’s gaze moved straight downward, his eyes not blinking.

“Little pervert cat,” Shen Zhoudu said. Then he picked up the loose T-shirt he had already prepared and pulled it over his head.

Meng Weiyu looked disgusted and refused to spare him with his mouth. “What you have, I have too. What’s there to look at? You call me a pervert cat, but you’re a pervert demon.”

“Hmph.” Shen Zhoudu put on his pants too, clearly not agreeing with his words at all.

“What are you hmphing about?” Seeing him fully dressed, Meng Weiyu instantly recovered his arrogant personality and strode forward, approaching Shen Zhoudu.

“I have abs and chest muscles. You don’t.” Shen Zhoudu had clearly had similar conversations with him before.

“I have abs.” Having a little less still counted!

“Hmph.” Shen Zhoudu gave another scoffing laugh.

“If you don’t believe me…” Meng Weiyu still wanted to argue.

“Then.” Shen Zhoudu raised his hand and placed it directly on Meng Weiyu’s stomach.

Meng Weiyu froze.

Shen Zhoudu rubbed his stomach and looked closely at Meng Weiyu’s completely dazed face. Then he laughed softly and said, “Seems alright.”

Meng Weiyu found it difficult to describe what he felt at this moment. First, he was angry. Then, he was at a loss. Immediately after came an indescribable, unclear itch in his heart.

He wanted more, more direct contact.

He wanted to use another person’s familiar body temperature to melt his uneasy heart.

Control, contact, tame.

I know what I need to do to become calm.

All the unfamiliar yet intense thoughts surged out from the opened box in a brief instant. A red heart and black sticky liquid fell together onto the burning floor, melting into lava that boiled his brain.

In order to cast aside this intense emotion, Meng Weiyu stretched out his hand, grabbed Shen Zhoudu’s collar, and dragged him out, interrupting the ambiguous atmosphere.

“Pain.” Although Shen Zhoudu said this, he was already used to similar things and did not even make a single move to resist.

Meng Weiyu grabbed his collar as if leading him, walking upstairs.

It was truly an inspiring development. However, the current Meng Weiyu probably did not mean it that way.

Shen Zhoudu raised his brows, then lost interest and glanced aside.

Downstairs, Xueci meowed and circled around. It seemed to want to follow its two owners, but after climbing two steps, it quickly gave up. It was too small, its legs were too short, and it was very lazy.

“Come here.” Meng Weiyu spoke coldly and roughly dragged Shen Zhoudu into the room.

Shen Zhoudu teased him, “You’re dragging me into the room so enthusiastically. It had better be because you’re about to do something that surprises me.”

After he finished speaking, they arrived in the room. Seeing clearly what was on the floor, Shen Zhoudu fell silent.

“What are all these things!” Meng Weiyu grabbed Shen Zhoudu’s collar and shook him in collapse.

Hearing this question, Shen Zhoudu originally wanted to answer directly. But when he met Meng Weiyu’s bright yet frightened eyes, his eyes shifted. He looked at the wall and said confidently, “Ordinary toys, perhaps. Or decorations. Both are possible.”

“Do you think I’m stupid?” Meng Weiyu shook him hard.

“Then what do you want me to say? The truth?” Shen Zhoudu’s gaze turned back and looked straight at Meng Weiyu.

Meng Weiyu fell silent.

Shen Zhoudu looked at him, smiled faintly, then took one step toward him. He had not put on his glasses, so he needed to get close to carefully look at Meng Weiyu.

Unfortunately, Meng Weiyu did not understand his intention. He had merely been shocked out of his senses by the cabinet full of unsightly items. When Shen Zhoudu approached him with what he thought was a sinister smile, he was so frightened that he stepped back. His foot kicked the bedframe, and his body swayed.

Shen Zhoudu reached out, holding his waist with one hand and supporting the back of his head with the other, then continued leaning closer.

Meng Weiyu desperately dodged backward, but he had no way out.

Shen Zhoudu lowered Meng Weiyu’s upper body onto the bed, then supported himself with both hands beside Meng Weiyu’s cheeks, hovering over him.

Meng Weiyu knew he should never have come back with him!

“I really did forget to lock those two cabinets.” Shen Zhoudu had not considered the cabinets before this and was rather helpless. “But how are you so capable? In just a few minutes, you managed to rummage around this room.”

“You put two big cabinets there. Who could resist looking…” Meng Weiyu complained.

“They weren’t put there by me,” Shen Zhoudu denied.

“If not you, then who else…”

Who?

Ah?

Meng Weiyu reacted.

Shen Zhoudu stretched out a finger, pointed at Meng Weiyu’s nose, then helplessly scraped his nose.

“Alright. If you want to hear it, then I’ll tell the truth. You and I do sometimes play little games. Satisfied?” Shen Zhoudu mostly felt heartache over his memory loss, but occasionally, he also felt wronged and angry.

Clearly, you were in this with me, yet now you dare pretend to be innocent.

Meng Weiyu avoided his questioning gaze. In this moment, borrowing the atmosphere, he asked about something he cared a lot about. “So, you and I, did we… did we do it?”

What exactly was the state of his chastity?

The moment this question came out, even Shen Zhoudu, who had infinite tolerance for him, could not help revealing a look of contempt.

“Hey.” Meng Weiyu reached out and pinched his face. He felt that Shen Zhoudu’s expression made him very unhappy.

“I’ve been married to you for five years, not five days. You’re still asking this question. Don’t you think that’s ridiculous?” Shen Zhoudu pulled down his hand.

Meng Weiyu’s suspended heart finally died.

Shen Zhoudu thought for a moment, then told him something. “Before we got married, we had already…”

“You really don’t observe male virtue.” Meng Weiyu now wanted to stay far away from this terrifying person.

Shen Zhoudu gritted his teeth and dragged him back, saying resentfully, “We’ve been married for five years, and you still want nothing to have happened. In the end, is it you who can’t do it, or me?”

“Since we even need props, maybe I can’t do it.” Meng Weiyu would rather use impotence to defend his chastity.

Hearing Meng Weiyu’s nonsense, Shen Zhoudu could not maintain the anger that had surged into his heart. He burst into laughter, propped his elbow beside Meng Weiyu’s head, and wanted to lower his head to kiss him.

“Get lost.” Meng Weiyu pushed him.

“Then I’ll go clean up the cabinet.” Shen Zhoudu discussed with him.

Meng Weiyu widened his eyes and looked at him pitifully.

You had better complete this job alone and stop stimulating him.

“Understood.” Shen Zhoudu originally wanted to get up, but when his hand moved slightly, he still decided to first lower his head and lean close to Meng Weiyu’s ear.

Meng Weiyu fearfully turned his head to the side, wanting to avoid him.

“You really can do it.” Shen Zhoudu whispered against his ear. Then he stood up with a smile and went to clean up the things on the floor.

Meng Weiyu remained lying on the bed in the same position Shen Zhoudu had left him in, his face red to the ears.

Shen Zhoudu calmly crouched on the floor and picked up the items one by one. He also told Meng Weiyu, “I’ll clean them properly tomorrow. For now, I’ll just put them back into the cabinet casually. Is that okay?”

“There’s nothing not okay about it.” Meng Weiyu’s upper body lay on the bed, and his feet could not help kicking a little.

Shen Zhoudu placed everything back into the cabinet, then closed the cabinet doors and pushed them back into the wall.

After he finished all this work, he turned around and saw that Meng Weiyu had already sat up and was picking at his fingers, looking at him uneasily.

“Should I take off one piece of clothing to liven the mood?” When Shen Zhoudu said this, he felt his lower lip was dry. He really wanted to bully this person.

“No.” Every time Meng Weiyu saw him obediently working hard to do things for him, he would fall into guilt.

Why exactly was his temper so bad?

“Then take this chance to take off your clothes,” Shen Zhoudu said to him.

“Ah… ah? Ah!” Can you stop being like this? Every time I gain even a little bit of good feeling toward you, you start having improper thoughts about me!

“You’re thinking too much.” Shen Zhoudu spoke with righteous seriousness.

“Then what do you mean?” Meng Weiyu gave him a chance to explain.

“You have injuries on your body. I’ll help you apply medicine.” Shen Zhoudu looked at him with an expression that said, You’re too impure.

“You deliberately lead me into thinking nonsense, then pretend to look innocent.” Although Meng Weiyu’s current mental age was still young, he had been someone who knew how to observe people’s expressions since childhood. “Stop tempting me into misunderstanding and then acting innocent yourself.”

“So smart.” Shen Zhoudu sighed.

“Hmph.” Meng Weiyu had already expressed disdain for his little tricks. Then, with one hand, he went to undo the buttons of his shirt.

Shen Zhoudu stood with his arms crossed, watching him take off his clothes by himself.

“I really don’t know what’s wrong with you.” Meng Weiyu struggled to unbutton his shirt. “If I’m not to your liking right now, you can actually completely give up on me.”

Shen Zhoudu admired him struggling for half a day only to undo two buttons, then smiled and asked, “Need my help?”

“No.” Meng Weiyu refused.

Shen Zhoudu knowingly nodded. No meant yes.

He stepped forward and stood in front of Meng Weiyu. One foot separated Meng Weiyu’s legs, standing between them, and he directly reached out to undo his buttons.

Meng Weiyu raised his head and looked at him.

“I never said I was dissatisfied.” Shen Zhoudu patiently told him.

“Why?” Meng Weiyu felt that he was quite annoying.

“Because I’m very satisfied.” Shen Zhoudu looked into his eyes.

“I am indeed beautiful, rich, and graceful. It’s very normal for you to be obsessed with me.” Meng Weiyu began praising himself.

“Yes.” Shen Zhoudu lowered his head and smiled.

He was used to hiding his expression, but right now, Meng Weiyu was sitting lower than him. If Shen Zhoudu lowered his head, Meng Weiyu would face his expression directly.

Shen Zhoudu smiled gently, his brows and eyes curving.

Just as Meng Weiyu’s mind became briefly muddled because of this sweet affection, Shen Zhoudu pulled down his shirt, revealing his skin.

Meng Weiyu sincerely communicated with him. “Can you not do this?”

Shen Zhoudu carefully examined his body. Seeing the bruises and swelling across him, he gave a deep sigh, then went aside to get the medicine.

“Are you going to cry?” Meng Weiyu sensed the change in his mood.

“I’m not like someone. I’m not a crybaby.” Shen Zhoudu would not cry.

Meng Weiyu watched him.

Shen Zhoudu came over with the ointment, crouched in front of Meng Weiyu, and lowered his head to twist open the cap.

Meng Weiyu pulled his arms free from his sleeves.

Shen Zhoudu dipped a cotton swab into the ointment and looked up at him.

Meng Weiyu’s skin was too fair. Normally, even a slight bump would leave bruises and swelling, let alone after he had been knocked around several times in a car accident. To the naked eye, his condition looked far more serious than it actually was.

Shen Zhoudu applied the medicine for him, his movements careful, afraid of hurting Meng Weiyu.

“Then did you cry before?” Meng Weiyu refused to let it go.

Shen Zhoudu raised his eyes and looked at him. With an unhappy face, he lowered his head and continued what he was doing.

“Answer me.” Meng Weiyu’s voice carried command.

“I cried very uglily.” So he did not want anyone to know.

Meng Weiyu looked at the top of Shen Zhoudu’s head and said softly, “Then I forgive you for placing scary things in the room and taking off your pants in front of me for no reason.”

“Hey.” Shen Zhoudu laughed in anger.

The doorbell rang.

Shen Zhoudu quickly went downstairs to open the door.

The servant who specifically served Shen Zhoudu carried large and small bags inside, placed all the food on the dining table, then picked up the bags, bowed slightly toward Shen Zhoudu, and said, “I’ll come clean up tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you for your hard work.” Shen Zhoudu nodded.

That person turned and left.

Footsteps came from the stairs. Shen Zhoudu raised his head and discovered Meng Weiyu walking down.

“Meow, meow, meow.” Xueci rushed over with nimble steps and lay by Shen Zhoudu’s feet.

“Bad kitten, didn’t I already pour cat food for you?” Shen Zhoudu helplessly turned and opened the cabinet nearby. “You want canned food?”

“Meow!” Seeing him walk toward a familiar place, Xueci excitedly jumped around.

Meng Weiyu still had the same thought: this cat was really dog-like.

The kitten was eating, and people also needed to eat.

Meng Weiyu smiled cheerfully as he held fries, stuffing one after another into his mouth. Then he complained to Shen Zhoudu, “The first day I got to the hospital room, a kid walked past the window while eating fries. It was too much.”

“So you’re sitting here eating fries.” The table was very big, but Shen Zhoudu insisted on sitting beside him.

Meng Weiyu ate the thing he had wanted for a long time and forgot his conflict with Shen Zhoudu. Smiling, he bumped Shen Zhoudu’s shoulder.

Shen Zhoudu was only lightly touched by him, yet even the coldest heart would melt. So he took the initiative to insert a straw into the cola and handed it to him.

“I bought some snacks and food, as well as drinks. I’ll put them in the fridge,” Shen Zhoudu told him. “Tomorrow morning, I may have to go to the company. I’ll come back once I finish handling the basic issues. While I’m not home, either call Uncle Wang to cook for you, or eat something from the fridge. There are staple foods inside, and there’s a microwave at home. You can still do the most basic things, right?”

“Okay, okay.” Meng Weiyu was too delighted to think of leaving.

“While I’m not home, don’t mess around.” Shen Zhoudu really did not trust Meng Weiyu.

“Eh~” Immersed in the happiness of eating fries, Meng Weiyu turned a deaf ear to Shen Zhoudu’s questioning.

“Honestly.” Shen Zhoudu was helpless.

“Little Zhoudu, open your mouth.” Meng Weiyu suddenly smiled sweetly.

Shen Zhoudu opened his mouth.

Then Meng Weiyu stuffed a chicken wing into his mouth.

So noisy. How had he never known this person could nag this much before?

Shen Zhoudu held the chicken wing with his hand and casually took a bite, persuading himself in his heart to trust Meng Weiyu one more time.

After eating and drinking his fill, Shen Zhoudu fulfilled his promise and found the game disc he had given Meng Weiyu when they were seventeen.

Meng Weiyu regretted pretending that his right hand was inconvenient.

Shen Zhoudu sat beside him and played the game for him to watch.

Meng Weiyu, who could only watch but not play, glared at Shen Zhoudu with a gaze mixed with jealousy and resentment, then spoke gloomily. “You’re really good at playing, Shen Zhoudu.”

Shen Zhoudu smiled without leaving a trace.

Early the next morning, Shen Zhoudu got dressed, came to the second floor, opened the bedroom door, and walked toward Meng Weiyu, who was sleeping soundly.

Hearing footsteps, Meng Weiyu woke up dazedly and glanced to the side.

“I’m going to work. If anything happens, you can contact me anytime.” Shen Zhoudu sat at the edge of the bed and looked at him. After thinking, he instructed, “Even if nothing happens, you still need to message me from time to time.”

“I know.” Meng Weiyu felt so sleepy.

“Then bye-bye.” Shen Zhoudu could only carry the beautiful hope that Meng Weiyu would not wreck the house and leave uneasily.

Returning to the company after several days away, Shen Zhoudu had more things to handle than he could count. And it was not only his company’s matters—Meng Weiyu’s company also had documents that needed his help to organize.

Shen Zhoudu was so busy he was overwhelmed, yet he still had to check from time to time whether anything had happened to Meng Weiyu at home.

In the middle of it, Meng Weiyu only sent him one message, asking where the charger had been thrown.

Heartless little kitten.

Shen Zhoudu gloomily propped up his head. But beneath his cold glasses frame, the corners of his mouth rose into a smile.

Just as Shen Zhoudu was immersed in the enormous happiness of regaining what he had lost, his phone suddenly rang nonstop.

At first, Shen Zhoudu thought Meng Weiyu was bombing him with messages like usual, so he immediately opened them.

After opening the page, he discovered that the huge number of messages all came from different people, and the content they sent was more or less the same.

The message was:

I heard you’re divorcing Meng Weiyu!!!!!!!!!

“Ah?” Shen Zhoudu made a terrifying sound that could plunge someone into an ice cave.