Chapter 5 Fu Hanchuan, you should hate me

A series of retching sounds echoed from the third-floor restroom.

Wen Yanyu's eyes were moist and red, and it took her a long time before she tremblingly pressed the flush button on the toilet.

The sound of running water carried away the glaring red stain in the toilet bowl.

The brain was filled with dizziness after the blood loss, and the pale face was covered with physiological tears.

Her hair, soaked with cold sweat, fell to the side of her face. Wen Yanyu barely managed to sit up, but then collapsed, curling up into a ball and clutching her stomach tightly.

it hurts……

My whole body started aching from the first day I got back. I managed to get some relief during my lunch break today, but the pain came back again tonight.

I went to the hospital to get some painkillers, and the doctor recognized me and had to examine my wound before he could finally give me the prescription.

Thinking of the look the doctor gave her, Wen Yanyu sighed helplessly.

The shadows left on him by those past worlds were too great. No matter how hard the system tried to heal him, it all ended in failure. In the end, it could only barely keep those injuries from endangering his life.

Wen Yanyu raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, took out two pills from the medicine box, and found no water nearby, nor did he have the strength to go find any.

He simply stuffed them all into his mouth, crushing the pills between his teeth, and the bitter taste instantly filled his mouth.

It took Wen Yanyu a long time to swallow the bitter and bloody crumbs. She propped herself up, set her alarm for four o'clock, and curled up in the bathtub next to her.

The alarm clock rang in the early morning.

Wen Yanyu opened her eyes with difficulty, reached out to turn off the alarm clock, climbed out of the bathtub, and quickly washed up by the sink.

Her legs trembled uncontrollably from being curled up all night. Wen Yanyu shook her head, propped herself up, and pushed open the door, preparing to run away before Fu Hanchuan got up.

He peeked out, looked around, and just as he reached the gate, he prepared to sneak out.

"Wen Yanyu."

"What are you up to, sneaking around so early in the morning?"

A lazy voice came from behind, sending a chill down one's spine.

Wen Yanyu shuddered, stopped in her tracks, and turned around slightly, a hint of guilt creeping into her beautiful peach blossom eyes. "Good morning."

Fu Hanchuan stood at the top of the stairs, wearing a black loungewear set with the top button half-open, revealing his muscular chest. Perhaps because he was of mixed race, he was exceptionally tall, exuding a powerful aura just by standing there.

Wen Yanyu didn't speak, and neither did Fu Hanchuan, who just stared at him in silence.

The two looked at each other.

He spoke gently, implying that he should bow his head.

"I've woken up and want to go home."

"It's 30 kilometers from the city center. Do you think you can fly back on your own two legs?" Fu Hanchuan crossed his arms, his sleeves half-rolled up at his elbows, his gray-blue eyes fixed on him, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

But after two years of getting to know each other, Wen Yanyu knew that he was in a bad mood right now.

Wen Yanyu lowered her head and twirled her fingertips. "I'll take a taxi."

"Take a taxi?" Fu Hanchuan sneered. "Taking a taxi around here? Is this your first day staying at my place?"

"With the meager meal you ate last night, do you want to suffer from low blood sugar and need an ambulance halfway out, or do you want me to call a hearse for you?"

Wen Yanyu remained silent.

Fu Hanchuan said indifferently, "Come back and sit down to wait for dinner."

He turned around and went into the kitchen.

"Oh," Wen Yanyu responded weakly, tiptoed back to the sofa in the living room, and occasionally peeked into the kitchen to see who was busy working.

When did the male lead learn to cook?

The answer came quickly.

Wen Yanyu looked at the few pieces of fried eggs on her plate that were still barely recognizable, and then looked at the few pieces of fried eggs on Fu Hanchuan's plate that were already burnt beyond recognition.

He cautiously suggested, "How about we switch?"

Fu Hanchuan's face darkened. "Eat your food and don't talk to me."

The two were neither too close nor too far apart.

Wen Yanyu lowered her head and ate the slightly salty fried egg on the plate, with freshly heated bread slices beside her.

His mouth felt a little dry after eating half of the milk. Wen Yanyu picked up the milk and took two sips when he suddenly froze, looking at the sugar cubes at the bottom of the cup that hadn't completely dissolved.

No more, no less, exactly four pieces.

Fu Hanchuan finished the failed dish in a few bites, gulped down a few mouthfuls of soy milk, and looked up at Wen Yanyu, who was still in a daze.

I noticed that the other person had already finished eating.

The hand with distinct knuckles gently tapped the table.

Wen Yanyu looked up.

Fu Hanchuan then spoke: "Starting today, you are not allowed to participate in any dangerous activities. I have turned down those lousy activities you took on, I have paid the penalty for breach of contract, and I have also paid the money you are owed."

“I will buy you the apartment you are living in. You don’t need to move. But you are not allowed to give any media interviews and you are not allowed to mention my name in public again. After today, we have nothing to do with each other.”

The harsh tone left no room for negotiation.

Wen Yanyu stared at him blankly, her eyes wide with confusion: "Why?"

They also need to help me.

Fu Hanchuan pursed his lips and looked away. "You saved my life. This is what I owe you, and I've paid it back."

Seeing that the other party did not reply for a long time, Fu Hanchuan turned his gaze back to him.

"You should know how many times you've dragged me into the public eye. This is something you owe me. If you don't comply, I have other ways to make you comply."

"Wen Yanyu, don't treat me like some kind of good person."

Fu Hanchuan raised his eyes slightly, his expression tinged with annoyance. His tone was icy cold, and his threat was undisguised.

As Wen Yanyu looked at the person in front of him, his heartbeat slowed down considerably.

A piercing, stinging pain shot through me, and I couldn't tell whether it came from the wound in my abdomen or my heart.

He is cannon fodder, a stumbling block on the male protagonist's career path, and also a friend he unintentionally becomes friends with. He cannot control his body and causes trouble for the other party time and time again.

His death was used by the protagonist's rival to launch a series of public attacks against him. It can be said that apart from the initial car accident, he was the biggest obstacle in the protagonist's career.

He hated the book, hated the plot, and even hated the person in front of him. Why was he controlled by the plot? Why was he finally able to resist the plot and realize his dream, but was still controlled and had to give up? Why was his death only for your story?

But when he finally saw her, she was on the verge of death after a car accident. Even if he knew she was the male lead, the plot wouldn't let her die.

However, the Hippocratic Oath he had sworn made it impossible for him to stand by and watch someone die, let alone allow the other person to be crippled by the plot and fall from grace.

He couldn't bear to let the other person be manipulated by the plot and lead to tragedy like him. He tried to rebel against the plot, wanting to see if the world was just as cruel to this protagonist.

Perhaps because he was a medical student, or perhaps because the male protagonist was the main character of the story, he succeeded, the plot was changed, and the male protagonist did not suffer from a disability.

But it was that rescue that made the other person completely attached to him. After two years of getting along, every little thing the other person did made him unable to resent anyone in the end.

He simply cannot hurt the other person without feeling guilty.

His only friend when he was sober.

But he couldn't control his body, and he still did the same thing as in the plot, dragging the other party into the vortex of public opinion time and time again. He looked at the other party's disgusted eyes and the painful look in their eyes after being betrayed.

He could only hate himself for being alive.

Milk with added sugar cubes was sweet and cloying, his favorite childhood drink, but no one remembered it after his mother passed away.

"sorry……"

Wen Yanyu suppressed her sobs, bent over and began to sob softly, a sweet, metallic liquid spilling from her lips.

The faint coldness in Fu Hanchuan's eyes froze, and he instantly became flustered and helpless.