Chapter 43: Whose Confession

“You’re not the seventeen-year-old Meng Weiyu.”

After Meng Weiyu heard this sentence, he stopped his unconscious, silent collapse and looked at Shen Zhoudu.

Shen Zhoudu stood in front of him and once again reached his hand toward him.

Meng Weiyu thought he was going to pinch his face again, but Shen Zhoudu only used his fingers to tidy his messy hair, then touched his face with the back of his fingers.

“Confess honestly.” Shen Zhoudu spoke to him in an interrogating tone.

Meng Weiyu broke free from his fingers, turned around, and threw himself onto the sofa. Without any warning, he burst into loud sobs. While making exaggerated crying sounds, he logically accused the person in front of him, “You’re not human. You’re bullying a seventeen-year-old child.”

“Really?” Shen Zhoudu was not fooled by him.

“You’re a full ten years older than me now. Not only do you not take care of me, you spend all day finding all kinds of reasons to scare me.” Meng Weiyu’s accusation against him was always only that one sentence. “You’re too bad.”

“I don’t take care of you?” Shen Zhoudu had not expected that Meng Weiyu’s short sentence would actually give him the urge to immediately write a ten-thousand-word essay refuting him. “Meng Weiyu, when you speak and act, you need to have a conscience. I personally fed you, helped you change clothes—what I’ve done is only short of wiping your mouth after you finish eating.”

“You’re still coveting my beauty, pervert.” Meng Weiyu worked hard to change the topic.

“I am.” Shen Zhoudu did not argue with him or let him drag the conversation elsewhere. He simply and cleanly accepted the title of pervert. “I just think you’re shockingly beautiful, incomparable under heaven, so no matter what willful things you do, I willingly swallow my anger. Otherwise, if your temper flares up and you suddenly get some idea, you might really turn around and run away with another man.”

“As for other men…” Meng Weiyu let out a troubled sound.

“Mm?” Shen Zhoudu was indeed confused by him for a moment and forgot his original topic.

“If I separated from you, I couldn’t possibly be with another man again.” Meng Weiyu spoke sincerely, lying on the sofa and hugging a cushion.

Shen Zhoudu looked at Meng Weiyu, who was biting his thumb and thinking hard. For an instant, he wanted to pursue that sentence and ask what it meant. But this was where he differed from Meng Weiyu. Meng Weiyu was easily distracted, but once Shen Zhoudu had confirmed a goal, he would absolutely not be led astray before completing it.

“Then you really aren’t the seventeen-year-old Meng Weiyu.” Shen Zhoudu knowingly turned his head away. “The seventeen-year-old Meng Weiyu would never say something like that to me.”

Meng Weiyu raised his head and looked at him, his big eyes full of confusion.

“The seventeen-year-old Meng Weiyu would only yell nonsense at me, hate me, and say he wanted a divorce.” Shen Zhoudu was still bitter about it.

“You.” Meng Weiyu observed his expression and helplessly reminded him, “You really aren’t smart.”

“I.” Shen Zhoudu deliberately imitated his tone. “Am very smart.”

When I only had the memories of being seventeen, I had already changed my attitude and stopped hating you.

Didn’t you notice that when Grandmother wanted me to divorce you, I didn’t agree?

Even if the seventeen-year-old me didn’t have much ability, I never once thought of standing against you.

And later, the twenty-year-old me who joked with you was only holding a tiny bit of bad intention to toy with the people present, so I made that joke.

Countless thoughts ran through Meng Weiyu’s mind, but in the end, the only thing he said aloud was: “You really aren’t smart.”

Couldn’t he understand this kind of thing by himself?

Idiot.

“If you’ve recovered your memories and are deliberately playing with me like this, I’ll be very angry.” Shen Zhoudu crouched down and looked levelly at Meng Weiyu. His ice-blue eyes exerted pressure on him.

Meng Weiyu stiffly tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“Meng Weiyu,” Shen Zhoudu called him.

“Mm.” Meng Weiyu wanted to know what else he would say.

“Xiao Yu.” Shen Zhoudu called him again.

“What exactly do you want to say?” Meng Weiyu grew tired of it.

“Wife.” Shen Zhoudu’s voice softened.

Meng Weiyu: “…”

“Daddy.” Shen Zhoudu called him in the tone boys used when joking around with each other.

“Eh.” Meng Weiyu happily answered.

“Pa.” Shen Zhoudu reached out and pressed down on his face.

Meng Weiyu widened his eyes and watched as Shen Zhoudu’s expression instantly twisted into something terrifying.

“It’s you, at least the Meng Weiyu from university.” Shen Zhoudu was furious.

“How did you… know?” Meng Weiyu’s face was pressed by him, making it hard to speak.

This question was too stupid. Shen Zhoudu did not want to answer.

“Since you remembered university, why didn’t you tell me?” Shen Zhoudu frowned. He had felt it was strange. Recently, Meng Weiyu’s attitude toward him had been too good, and he would stick to him from time to time, which truly seemed unbelievable. But if this was the nineteen- or twenty-year-old Meng Weiyu, then it was normal. At this stage, he was simply a heartless playboy. Shake a cat teaser a little, and this shameless kitten could be lured over.

Most importantly, the twenty-year-old Meng Weiyu had a deep friendship with him.

Meng Weiyu reached out and tried hard to pry away Shen Zhoudu’s hand.

“Don’t move.” Shen Zhoudu was going to teach him a lesson now. His voice turned cold. “How can there be someone like you, spending all day only playing with other people?”

“I was afraid this kind of situation would happen, so I didn’t know how to tell you.” Seeing that he could not remove Shen Zhoudu’s hand, Meng Weiyu directly kicked Shen Zhoudu’s thigh.

“This situation?” Shen Zhoudu asked sarcastically, the smile on his face growing more terrifying. “What situation?”

“This is your fault,” Meng Weiyu said.

“Wow, Meng Weiyu. Between you and me, I really don’t know if there’s anything that can’t be blamed on me.” Shen Zhoudu was truly angry.

“First, you made me cry at Grandpa’s house.” Since Shen Zhoudu intended to attack, Meng Weiyu would absolutely not show weakness. “Then you threatened me in the car, saying that if I weren’t seventeen, you would hit me.”

Shen Zhoudu’s movements froze.

“I originally remembered that we were good friends and wanted to happily reunite with you, but then you spoke to me like that.” Meng Weiyu argued confidently.

“You remembered at Grandpa’s house…” Shen Zhoudu recalled what had happened in those two days, and inspiration flashed through his mind.

Meng Weiyu had indeed been very strange that night. Even stranger was the next day, when he suddenly kissed him in the car.

“You really are…” Shen Zhoudu smiled without warmth.

“Bastard, what problem do you have with me?” To the twenty-seven-year-old Meng Weiyu, you call him wife. To the seventeen-year-old Meng Weiyu, you call him Xiao Yu. But you actually call the current me “this guy”! Shen Zhoudu, what do you mean? What’s wrong with me when I’m twenty? Am I not cute too?

Shen Zhoudu continued using force, pinching his face and revealing a sinister smile.

“You were the one who agreed with Grandmother and said you wanted to divorce me, weren’t you?” If it was the twenty-year-old Meng Weiyu saying something like that, other than deliberately playing with him, Shen Zhoudu could not think of any other reason. “What exactly were you thinking?”

“Ah, I wasn’t thinking much. I just thought it would probably be fun.” Back then, to celebrate recovering some memories, Meng Weiyu had wanted to stir up a little excitement.

At this point, Shen Zhoudu would no longer doubt the person in front of him.

This terrible personality was indeed something only the grown-up Meng Weiyu could possess.

Shen Zhoudu was burning with rage.

“Don’t worry, I never thought of agreeing with Grandmother,” Meng Weiyu clarified first.

“I can’t listen to your excuses right now.” If Shen Zhoudu did not like him too much, he really would have pulled down his pants and given him a beating first.

Meng Weiyu’s desire to survive was swelling wildly, so he had no choice but to bring up another matter. “The seventeen-year-old me never thought of standing on Grandmother’s side either.”

“Meng Weiyu, that’s too embarrassing. You really dare say any nonsense.” Shen Zhoudu felt disdain toward his sweet words and flowery speech.

“Idiot, idiot, you’re an idiot! If I wanted to stand on Grandmother’s side, why would I stay silent? You’re an idiot!” Meng Weiyu cursed loudly. Shen Zhoudu had not only failed to understand his kindness, he even questioned his words. “I even helped you protect your meal. Did you not feel even a tiny bit of my goodwill?”

For Shen Zhoudu, on that day, the seventeen-year-old Meng Weiyu did not even need to stand on his side. As long as he did not stand on the other side, it was already a victory.

Hearing his words, after a brief moment of astonishment, Shen Zhoudu slowly raised his hand and released Meng Weiyu from his restraint.

“Shen Zhoudu!” Meng Weiyu was completely angry. “Don’t you like the twenty-year-old Meng Weiyu?”

I told you so much about our university friendship, but the reason you let me go was because of the seventeen-year-old Meng Weiyu.

Why is your attitude especially terrible toward me?

“The twenty-year-old Xiao Yu was good too!” Meng Weiyu was indignant.

“I know.” Shen Zhoudu was coaxed by just a few of his words.

“Wu, your heart only has the unattainable white moonlight.” Meng Weiyu felt chilled.

“Don’t speak nonsense.” Shen Zhoudu sat on the edge of the sofa and helplessly told him, “I’ve already obtained him.”

Meng Weiyu was Meng Weiyu. From young to mature, all his experiences and personality accumulated into the final Meng Weiyu who belonged to Shen Zhoudu.

There was only one Meng Weiyu.

“I’m angry that you lied about something like this.” Shen Zhoudu tried to reason with him. “You clearly know I’ve always been worried about your physical condition. Before I understood your thoughts, knowing that you were deliberately lying, it’s normal for me to be angry.”

“Who knows with you?” Meng Weiyu had already entered the tantrum stage.

“Alright, let’s communicate calmly now.” Shen Zhoudu coaxed him. “By the way, if you don’t cooperate, I’ll pull down your pants right now and spank your butt.”

Meng Weiyu was so frightened that he immediately sat up from the sofa and pressed down on his pants.

“Good.” Shen Zhoudu took it as him agreeing. “So how much do you remember now?”

“I only remember things from when I was twenty, roughly the year after you came back from France. We ate hotpot together that summer.”

Shen Zhoudu really wanted to know whether when he chatted with him, were they always talking past each other?

“But just now, for some reason, I remembered a little more.” Meng Weiyu had not expected that he would encounter such a thing under those circumstances.

“What?” Shen Zhoudu hoped he had better say something useful.

“Xie Wenxuan really did confess to me.” Meng Weiyu remembered this matter.

Hearing this, Shen Zhoudu, who had originally been calm, inexplicably began taking a deep breath.

Meng Weiyu looked at him curiously.

“That’s your latest memory?”

“The latest.” Meng Weiyu was not lying.

“You don’t remember even a few hours after that?” Shen Zhoudu pursued in disbelief.

Meng Weiyu honestly shook his head.

Shen Zhoudu suddenly stood up without saying a word.

Meng Weiyu was utterly confused and raised his head to look at Shen Zhoudu, whose face was full of coldness.

“You went through so much hardship just to remember Xie Wenxuan.” Shen Zhoudu picked up a nearby cushion and threw it into Meng Weiyu’s arms. He was so angry his voice trembled. “The food is almost here. Eat by yourself.”

After saying that, Shen Zhoudu no longer wanted to talk about this topic today. He turned and returned to his room.

“Hey.” Meng Weiyu turned to look at him and helplessly said, “I can’t help it. Is my current brain something I can control? You were the one who told me to tell the truth. I remembered that Xie Wenxuan confessed to me. What can I do? I have amnesia, not time-travel powers. Could I run out and stop Xie Wenxuan from doing such a ridiculous thing before he confessed to me?”

Shen Zhoudu’s bedroom door closed.

“Hey~” Meng Weiyu did not know whether to laugh or cry.

Shen Zhoudu’s room was silent.

“So what was that fragment about? Don’t tell me Xie Wenxuan forcefully kissed me?” With this guess, Meng Weiyu felt this matter absolutely could not be told to Shen Zhoudu.

After Shen Zhoudu went in, it was not long before someone delivered the meal.

Meng Weiyu held Xueci and knocked on Shen Zhoudu’s door.

Inside, it was completely quiet, with no response.

“It’s time to eat,” Meng Weiyu called.

“I’m not hungry.” Full from anger.

“Alright, I never liked Xie Wenxuan. What vinegar are you eating? Come out quickly.” Meng Weiyu pinched Xueci’s paw, healed by the soft cat pads, and smiled as he lowered his head, using his nose to touch Xueci’s nose.

“Meow.” Xueci desperately dodged the human’s attack.

“Then you never liked me either.” Shen Zhoudu’s voice was low. He felt that in Meng Weiyu’s heart, there was no difference between him and Xie Wenxuan.

“I did, I did.” Meng Weiyu casually said, continuing to tease the cat.

The room was silent for a while. Then footsteps came from inside.

Meng Weiyu hugged Xueci from behind.

Very quickly, the door was pulled open from inside, and Shen Zhoudu appeared in front of him.

“Meow.” Meng Weiyu shoved the cat into his face.

Shen Zhoudu: “…”

Really especially angry.

Halfway through dinner, seeing that it was about to become yet another silent feast, Meng Weiyu glanced at Shen Zhoudu sitting beside him. Without hesitation, his wandering hand slapped onto Shen Zhoudu’s thigh.

Shen Zhoudu raised his head and looked at him.

“You’re really overthinking it.” Meng Weiyu reassured him. “Between you and Xie Wenxuan, I’d definitely choose you.”

“Really?” Shen Zhoudu responded indifferently.

“I don’t know why you’re doubting me.” Meng Weiyu swore to the heavens. “Because the marriage partner is you, that’s why I’m still in this house. If it were Xie Wenxuan, even if I had to wander outside in the rain on the first day, I wouldn’t have gone to his door.”

“Then.” Shen Zhoudu sincerely asked, “Why do you remember his confession, but forgot that a few hours later, I confessed to you too?”

Hearing this, Meng Weiyu was dumbstruck. He widened his eyes in disbelief. After recovering from his shock, he stared blankly at Shen Zhoudu’s mouth opening and closing.

What a terrifying person. The words he said were terrifying too.

“It clearly happened on the same day.” Shen Zhoudu gnashed his teeth.

Meng Weiyu sighed and could not respond.

Shen Zhoudu was so childish.

“It clearly happened on the same day.” Shen Zhoudu tirelessly repeated this sentence, then numbly continued eating, unable to let it go.