Chapter 29 Text Message Bombing
Zhou Xubai's hands were suspended in mid-air, his brows furrowed as he asked, "Is it really okay? Didn't you say you weren't feeling well?"
"It's okay, I can do it." After saying that, he grabbed the bottle and took a few big gulps.
While drinking, he comforted himself in his heart. Yes, Fu Quezhou was not here now, so he had nothing to be afraid of.
And he couldn't keep being at his mercy.
At this moment, his desire to resist Fu Quezhou was gradually magnified, and the long-term suppressed and suffocating feeling of oppression disappeared completely. He just wanted to enjoy the pleasure of resistance for a moment.
Zhou Xubai watched from the side with a frown, recalling that ever since Su Yumian became involved with Fu Quezhou, he was like a puppet with his soul taken away, and the smile on his face disappeared.
Perhaps because of the alcohol, his smile returned at this moment, but there seemed to be something hidden behind that smile.
After drinking several bottles of wine, Su Yumian burped, and his previously confused mind suddenly became much clearer.
He took out his cell phone and rubbed the screen with his fingertips. In order to prevent Fu Quezhou from calling, he turned off the phone last night.
Because he had been drinking, he was a little scared and wanted to turn on his phone to confirm whether Fu Quezhou had contacted him.
When a person is in a state of repression for a long time and is the weaker party who passively endures, after doing something that violates the other party's rules, he will instinctively have a desire to confirm the consequences.
So, he turned on the phone.
When the phone screen showed only the news of the day's headlines and nothing else, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"call--"
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, text messages came one after another. He looked down and in an instant, his body tensed like a stone and his heart beat wildly.
He clicked on the message with trembling fingers. It was from Fu Quezhou.
3:15: "Where are you?"
3:35: "Why don't you reply?"
4:12: "Su Yumian, reply to my message while I'm talking."
5:00: "Su Yumian, you're so good! You turned off your phone again, didn't you?"
After reading these messages one by one, Su Yumian felt a chill on his spine and his breathing stopped.
Seeing that his face was pale and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, Zhou Xubai couldn't help but feel worried. "Yu Mian, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
"I……"
“Buzz buzz buzz!”
Su Yumian was about to answer when he was startled by the sudden vibration of his phone. When he saw the caller ID, his face turned even paler.
"I, I'm going out to answer a phone call."
He hurried outside, found a relatively quiet place, and then answered the phone, "Hello..."
"Su Yumian, do you take my words as bullshit?!"
Su Yumian had just said a word when he heard Fu Quezhou's angry curses from the other side.
This was the first time he heard Fu Quezhou swear so angrily.
Su Yumian: “…”
Fu Quezhou: “…”
The two fell silent at the same time. In the long silence, Su Yumian could only hear the sound of his own heart beating wildly.
After a long time, Fu Quezhou sighed and spoke in a softer tone, "Tell me, why did you turn off your phone?"
Su Yumian pressed his chest, the suffocating feeling coming back. He forced himself to say, "My phone's out of battery."
Fu Quezhou: "That excuse again... Never mind, where are you now?"
"Back home, my mother is sick."
Su Yumian tried his best to make his voice sound calmer, and he absolutely couldn't let Fu Quezhou know that he was drinking.
Fu Quezhou asked knowingly to see if Su Yumian would tell the truth. When he heard that he returned to his hometown because his mother was sick, his anger subsided a little.
"Wait, I'll be there now."
As soon as these words came out, Su Yumian felt as if lightning had struck his spine, "No need!"
His voice suddenly rose. If he saw that he not only disobeyed his orders and drank, but was also with Zhou Xubai, it would surely be another endless torture.
"Why?" Fu Quezhou's voice became noticeably colder.
"My parents don't know about us yet, and I want to spend time with them during the holidays. Anyway, I'm going back the day after tomorrow."
There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds before Fu Quezhou's voice came, "Aren't you avoiding me?"
"No, no, besides, you have to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with your family." Su Yumian pretended to be calm.
Fu Quezhou sneered from the other end of the phone, "What's the point of accompanying your family... Forget it, come back early the day after tomorrow, I'll wait for you."
"…good…"
After hanging up the phone, Su Yumian seemed to have lost all his strength, his legs went weak and he squatted down.
A suffocating uneasiness surrounded him tightly, and his throat tightened, as if Fu Quezhou was strangling him right in front of him, making him even breathe cautiously.
Horrible, so terrible.
If he knew that he lied, the consequences would be disastrous.
He forced himself to stand up and walked towards the box. He opened the door and said to Lin Yue, "Sorry, I have to go back." Then he looked at Zhou Xubai and said, "Let's go."
"Okay." Zhou Xubai had wanted to leave for a long time.
"Hey hey hey, no, you're leaving now? There's still plenty of wine..." Song Wan hurriedly took two steps after him. She didn't have time to ask for Zhou Xubai's contact information.
Zhou Xubai left the air-enclosed box and breathed in the fresh air outside. His drowsy mind instantly became much clearer.
But seeing that Su Yumian kept his head down and had a very ugly expression, it was easy to guess who had called just now.
"What happened?" Zhou Xubai asked tentatively.
"It's okay, I'm just a little tired and want to go home and sleep." He was frightened by Fu Quezhou's phone call, so he was no longer in the mood to drink.
Hearing this, Zhou Xubai looked at the time. It was only eight o'clock in the evening. How could he fall asleep so early?
But looking at his pale face, he came straight here right after the holiday without even a chance to catch his breath. Maybe he was really tired.
"Well, let's go back quickly."
As soon as he got home, Su Yumian fell asleep.
I originally planned to visit Su's mother on the second day of the holiday, but unexpectedly, Su's father and mother came back as soon as Su Yumian got up.
"Dad? Why are you back?" It's only been two days since the operation. Is it okay to come back like this?
Father Su knew what Su Yumian was going to say, so before he started chanting, Father Su explained, "I asked the doctor, and he said that for a minor surgery like this, I can go home and recuperate. Just be careful not to get an infection."
Su Yumian was of course aware of his father's plan. He was thrifty with money. One more day of staying in the hospital would cost one more day. He would be better off using that money to buy more delicious food for his wife and children.
In fact, it was not the doctor who agreed with him. He said that he had no money to continue paying for the hospitalization fee. If the hospital was willing to let him stay for free, he would not go back.
The doctor couldn't do anything about him, and only after he stated that the accident had nothing to do with the hospital did he agree to let them come back.
"Mom, slow down."
Su Yumian helped his mother to lie down on the bed in the bedroom. Now that things had come to this, there was no point in him saying more.
After settling Su's mother, Su's father called Zhou Xubai over and said apologetically, "Xiao Zhou, I'm so sorry for not treating you well. You came all the way here and you've been busy running around for us. I can't even go home to be with your family during the holidays."
"Uncle, please stop saying that. It's a good thing that I can help you."
"This child is really sensible." Then he turned to Su Yumian and said, "Mianmian, you stay and talk to Xiao Zhou. I'll go buy some vegetables."
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