Chapter 47 Chasing My Wife (I)
Gong Huai felt that Ning Zhiran must have some special skills that allowed him to lose his head twice in just a few minutes.
He was extremely unhappy, but he quickly calmed himself down, poked Ning Zhiran and winked at him.
Ning Zhiran turned around slowly, with a look on her face that said, "You've ruined me, my life is over, you've made me unclean, you hateful scumbag, go to hell."
Seeing this expression, Gong Huai's words, which had been brewing in his mind, disappeared in an instant, and he couldn't catch a single word.
Ning Zhiran said angrily: "You are taking advantage of the situation."
Gong Huai rubbed his brows: "If I really wanted to take advantage of the situation, I wouldn't have waited until now."
Ning Zhiran: "What do you mean?"
Gong Huai shrank back: "I don't mean anything."
"Get out!" Ning Zhiran kicked, "Get out of my room right now, hurry up and run away."
"It's not that I can't tell you're gay, you're really good at hiding it. I knew there wouldn't be any normal straight men around me! Get out, get out, get out!"
Gong Huai added: "I'm really not gay."
"You're not gay, why are you kissing me?" Ning Zhiran raised the pillow and threw it towards Gong Huai. "Kiss me while I'm sick and confused. I'm telling you, you'll be dead when I recover! Go away now, you dead Gong dog, you stinky Gong dog! I, I, I'm going to complain to your grandma! Cough cough cough, yue—cough cough cough!"
Ning Zhiran almost vomited from anger.
Seeing Xiao Tu Ya coughing like this, Gong Huai tried to come over and pat his back to relieve Xiao Tu Ya's discomfort.
As expected, he was hit by a pillow flying towards him.
"I don't want to see you. You're so naughty that you don't even let me go. You've been dating two girlfriends in two months and you still keep your eyes on me. Get out of here, you scumbag!" Ning Zhiran panted.
Gong Huai: "...Then I'll leave?"
Ning Zhiran: "Just go if you want to. I'm telling you the next episode preview. Hurry and leave right now. If you don't leave, I'll go downstairs and make you a pot of undercooked beans. I'll poison you to death!"
Gong Huai got out of bed dejectedly with his tail between his legs. He walked to the door and looked back. Seeing another pillow about to fly towards him, he really retreated completely.
Every step that landed on the ground was a sound of breaking defense.
Does this count as... a broken heart?
But when I kissed Ning Zhiran, Ning Zhiran was clearly responding.
The response was clumsy and forceful.
He likes me.
He doesn't like me.
He likes me.
He doesn't like me.
…
Gong Huai was tossed and turned all night. He wanted to go to Little Rabbit Tooth's house to see if the fragile little guy who had a fever of 40 degrees Celsius was feeling better, but he was afraid of attracting dislike.
never mind.
Get up early tomorrow, go to his room, apologize to him, and then...
Confess your feelings.
Gong Huai didn't want to be regarded as a scumbag by Xiao Tu Ya, and he really wasn't one, so he might as well take this opportunity to make everything clear.
At around six o'clock the next day, Gong Huai appeared at the door of Xiaotuya with dark circles under his eyes.
Knock on the door.
No response.
Knock again.
No, why is no one talking? Is Little Rabbit Tooth seriously ill?
Gong Huai pushed the door open anxiously and looked around the empty room several times.
"Ning... Ning Zhiran?"
Gong Huai even went to the bathroom for a walk. After confirming that Little Rabbit Teeth was not hidden in the bathtub, his usually calm expression instantly became extremely ugly.
He was unwilling to believe this fact and began to make a series of life-threatening calls using every possible means to contact Xiao Tu Ya.
As a result, Gong Huai's WeChat chat interface with Xiao Tu Ya was filled with red exclamation marks.
Blacklisted...
Gong Huai clenched his phone, closed his eyes, and then opened them again in grief.
The rabbit ran away.
The rabbit ran away!!
"A-choo! A-choo! A-choo!"
Ning Zhiran was wrapped in a quilt with a fever-reducing patch on her head. She sneezed a series of times on her bed in Adam's house.
What's going on? Why did I suddenly feel a chill? There's such a strong murderous aura, where does it come from?
Adam handed the snotty tissue to Ning Zhiran with a bit of disgust, and put the suitcase Ning Zhiran brought with him in the closet: "If you come to see me any later, I will go to bed, brother."
Ning Zhiran blew her nose hard: "I knew you didn't have classes today, so I came to see you."
Adam approached curiously, moved a stool, sat down beside the bed, and asked knowingly: "Hey, so what happened that made you come to my house so early in the morning?"
Ning Zhiran turned her head with resentment: "Last night, he kissed me."
Adam: “That’s it.”
Ning Zhiran took a deep breath and calmed down: "What do you mean by just like that, my friend? I really want to know what happened between Gong Gou and me. That's why you're so surprised."
Adam: "I'm not surprised by anything that happens between you two, really."
Ning Zhiran's eyes went dark and he fell onto the bed: "I'm done..."
Adam moved closer excitedly, "Why aren't you two asleep yet? A kiss scared you like this. He's pretty patient. He only kissed you when we lived together, but didn't sleep with you. Amazing, this guy can accomplish great things."
?
Ning Zhiran: "Why do you think Gong Gou and I would sleep together?"
Adam's mouth dropped open, startled by Yu Ning's childish inattention. He began counting on his fingers, "Now, let me ask you this: Would a normal straight man, if you two didn't know each other well, lend you his latest Rolls-Royce just because you had a flat tire?"
Ning Zhiran blinked: "What if he's kind? He said he wanted to use this as a way to be friends with me."
“…”
Adam bent his other finger. "Okay, that's fine. Then, my friend, let me ask you again: would a normal straight man and normal classmate, worried about your safety if you got home, stay by your side every day and let you stay at his house, rent-free?"
Ning Zhiran: "He is a rich man, and he is not short of money."
“…”
Adam shook his head: "A straight man who has no desire for you would hold you to sleep?"
Ning Zhiran recalled the day when Adam saw the erotic scene of him and Gong Gou sleeping in the same bed on video.
"Um... so you really think," Ning Zhiran scratched his head, "Gong Gou likes me?"
Adam breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, at least you can understand Chinese, slow boy."
Ning Zhiran frowned in confusion: "What does he like about me? That I'm poor? That I'm shorter than him? That I always scold him?"
Adam: "I don't know what's so attractive about you that you attract gays. But he dared to kiss you openly this time, so we can definitely not be friends. So what do you think? Do you want to give it a try with him?"
"I'm not trying for a shit!" Ning Zhiran turned over, wrapped his head in the quilt, and pretended to be an ostrich again.
Why.
Why?
What on earth is going on?
What should I do? I'm so panicked.
Ning Zhiran opened her phone, turned on the night sound, and prepared to chat with her close friend G to ask him what he thought about this issue.
Ningning: Baby, are you there? Are you awake?
Almost the moment the message was sent, G replied.
G: Yes.
G: What are you doing?
Ningning: I'm at my friend's house, baby, I have a question for you
G: A friend’s house?
Ningning: Yes, a paper partner;)
G: Oh.
G: What’s wrong? What do you want to ask me?
Ningning: The palace dog tried to do something bad to me
Ningning: What should I do, baby? Move out?
G: Plotting something bad?
Ningning: Yes, the details are fine, but I really don’t want to face him.
One minute, two minutes, and there was still no reply from the other party.
Ningning: Baby?
Ningning: Are you still there?
Ning Zhiran was suffocating under the covers, and without waiting for G's reply, he had no choice but to poke his head out from under the covers. As soon as he emerged, he saw Adam still sitting next to him, typing with a complicated expression.
"What are you doing?" Ning Zhiran asked.
Adam chuckled: "Nothing, nothing."
Ning Zhiran: "I really didn't think Gong Gou was gay before. Look at him, he doesn't look like one at all. He looks like a playboy who lives a life of luxury."
Adam put his phone away and coughed. "A slutty whore who's always drinking and having sex can also be gay. All I can say is, this guy is a closeted, sultry guy. Coincidentally, you're his favorite type. Congratulations, you've won the prize."
Ning Zhiran yelled, "He doesn't like me!"
Adam was helpless: "What are you stressing about?"
Ning Zhiran clutched the quilt tighter.
Yes, why would there be stress?
Perhaps it was because, once he admitted that Gong Gou had been plotting against him for a long time, he would appear to be very stupid, the most dull-witted fool in the world who had always been in the company of wolves.
Is it really because of this?
And it seems... there's more to it than that.
That person has been in two relationships, yet he still does such a heartless thing to him, wanting to have both men and women. This scumbag, this dead scumbag, could it be that he really likes him while being in a relationship with someone else?
That was really an insult to Ning Zhiran!
Ning Zhiran opened WeChat, removed Gong Gou from the blacklist, and sent a message.
The best bunny teeth in the world: Go to hell!
After sending the message, Ning Zhiran quickly blocked Gong Gou again.
Adam was still typing, sometimes shaking his head, sometimes smiling, and sometimes showing an emotional expression at the phone screen.
Ning Zhiran: "What are you doing? If you don't want to sleep, come chat with me and stop playing with your broken phone."
Adam locked his phone and looked at Ning Zhiran thoughtfully for a while.
Then he patted Ning Zhiran on the shoulder, stood up, went to the kitchen to heat a cup of milk for Ning Zhiran, rummaged through the drawers and found a bottle of honey that was only half empty, stirred it, and brought it back to Ning Zhiran.
Ning Zhiran took a sip and said in surprise, "How come you can also make this?"
Adam remained silent, hiding his achievements and fame. After seeing Ning Zhiran drink it all up in one gulp, he turned on his cell phone and informed Ning Zhiran.
After drinking the milk, Ning Zhiran felt dizzy again.
I just lay there for a while, staring out the window.
Outside, tiny snowflakes began to fall.
If it weren't for being sick, Ning Zhiran really wanted to stand outside for a while, calm down, take a shower and wash her mouth.
It’s a pity that I really don’t have the energy now.
So Ning Zhiran could only lie there half-dead, looking out the window in despair, counting the snowflakes falling outside.
Snowflakes fell, and Christmas was just around the corner. Once Christmas was over, the semester would finally be over. Just one more semester, and after graduating from college, he'd be able to find a full-time job, become completely independent, and support himself.
But……
What should I do next semester?
Ning Zhiran irritably scratched the edge of the quilt with her toes. Perhaps when choosing classes for next semester, she could find out what classes Gong Gou would sign up for, and stagger their timings accordingly.
Yes, that's what we'll do. If we can't afford to provoke it, we can at least avoid it, right? As long as we can't see that bitchy dog, the world will still be a beautiful place. Physical isolation will prevent future troubles.
But I haven't collected enough money for tuition yet...
The snowflakes were falling thicker and thicker. Adam's house was a relatively cheap, old, low-rise villa of a small size. Even lying in bed, Ning Zhiran could still clearly see the street outside the window.
A passerby wearing a thick down jacket on the upper body and shorts on the lower body walked hurriedly by, leading a large long-haired dog of unknown breed.
After a while, an old lady with a cane and a staggering gait moved shakily to the side of the road.
Huh? Why is there a familiar G-Class coming over here?
Ning Zhiran's scattered eyes focused instantly, and he took a closer look at the license plate number -
Gong3.
Ning Zhiran rubbed his eyes, thinking that he must be hallucinating due to the fever.
Adam also saw the famous license plate number and exclaimed, "Brother, your husband is here."
Ning Zhiran responded again: "What are you talking about? Can you please speak properly and change your words quickly?"
Adam smiled evilly: "Okay."
"Brother, your old palace is here."
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