Chapter 14 Chapter 14 What to do if my brother always loves to commit suicide
Qiao Zhishi slumped over to the edge of the bed and angrily grabbed his phone. The screen was cracked with several black lines, but it was still usable. The sound of rapid typing echoed in the room.
Fu Zhouxing leaned back in his computer chair, waiting for news boredly.
On the bed next to him was Pei Shuyu, who was also waiting for news.
Pei Shuyu went out for a while and his wound was torn. He was then taken back by Fu Zhouxing and ordered to stay in the ward and not go anywhere.
"Pei Shuyu, do you really think your life is too long?" Fu Zhouxing clicked on a small game collection and swiped the mouse across the screen casually. "You can come up with such a trick that harms others and does not benefit yourself."
Pei Shuyu didn't argue. He'd just changed the bandage, and the wound on his back was burning with pain. He lay on his side, breathing carefully, trying to ease the pain. "Is he... back?" his voice was a little weak.
Fu Zhouxing tapped his fingers on the keyboard, glancing at his phone screen that had lit up. He deliberately drew out his tone, "Hmm... he replied." He glanced at the pale-faced Pei Shuyu on the hospital bed and clicked on the mouse. "He said—dream on."
Pei Shuyu suddenly stood up, groaning in pain from his back, his face turning even paler. He was about to get out of bed, regardless. Fu Zhouxing tsk-tsk'd and turned the computer screen towards him.
[I'll help you, stay away from Lu Hean.]
These words pierced Pei Shuyu's eyes like needles. His Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and his voice was hoarse: "I knew... he would agree."
"It's hopeless." Fu Zhouxing closed the game he had just opened, the mouse making a harsh sound on the desktop. "You threaten him with Lu Hean, how can he not agree?" He stood up, grabbed the painkillers on the bedside table, and stuffed them into Pei Shuyu's mouth with a cold face. "Also, don't call me next time you want to die."
Dusk is falling outside the window.
Amid the regular ticking of the monitor, Fu Zhouxing looked at the tenacious yet fragile light in Pei Shuyu's eyes and sighed heavily.
"Forget it, this won't happen again."
Pei Shuyu stared at the window and suddenly laughed softly, with self-mockery: "How would I know... Lu Hean would call you."
Just two hours ago.
Pei Shuyu sneaked into a boxing gym in advance and dressed himself up as a cleaner.
If Lu Hean's habits hadn't changed, he would definitely be here at this time. I used to think of it as a hobby, but later I learned that Lu Hean said that when he had no place to release the pressure, he would come here to vent.
Pei Shuyu huddled in a corner, clutching a mop for cover. While no one was watching, he quickly pulled out his phone, his fingertips trembling slightly as he hovered over the camera button.
The dull thud of leather hitting flesh and heavy breathing in the distance continued to reach his ears. Lu Hean shook his sweaty hair, and the wristband left deep red marks on his arm. While he was stunned, his fingers touched the beginning.
The moment the camera shutter was pressed, a dazzling white light suddenly lit up!
Pei Shuyu's heart stopped—he had forgotten to turn off the flash! Lu He'an's eyes were already locked on him, and when the truth was revealed, he turned and ran.
Unexpectedly, Lu Hean's reaction was incredibly fast! With his gloves off, he grabbed the back of his neck like lightning and threw him hard onto the iron rack piled with equipment.
The cold metal hurt Pei Shuyu's spine.
Pei Shuyu was forced to look up, meeting Lu Hean's cold eyes. Her calloused fingertips brushed against his Adam's apple. "Secretly photographed? Paparazzi?"
"Let... go!" Pei Shuyu struggled, the wound on his back ripping open, and cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes. He had to leave, and he had to leave immediately. His injuries prevented him from properly controlling his pheromones, and they were about to burst...
But Lu Hean just thought that this person was an immoral paparazzi who actually chased him here, and the strength in his hands unconsciously increased a little.
The strong smell of blood mixed with the out-of-control cedar pheromones suddenly burst out like an icy blizzard, instantly flooding the corner.
The scent of cedar lingered around Pei Shuyu. Lu Hean leaned close to the gland at the back of his neck, his nostrils flaring as his breath swept over the sensitive gland on the side of his neck. The hand around Pei Shuyu's waist suddenly tightened. "Alpha?" His voice was low and hoarse, with some temptation: "Tell me, who asked you to come here as such a weak alpha?"
Weak? If they weren't injured, who knows who would have beaten whom against the wall!
Pei Shuyu bit his lower lip and turned his face away, his neck numbed by Lu Hean's hot breath.
Another pheromone appeared in the air. The pheromone was wrapped in the aggressiveness of gunpowder smoke and pressed down overwhelmingly. However, when it touched the blood beads oozing from Pei Shuyu's wound, it subtly stagnated for a moment.
Lu Hean looked down and saw his flushed face. He freed one hand to tear open Pei Shuyu's clothes a little and rubbed the bandage again. "You're still staring at me even though you're injured? Are you paparazzi so professional?"
Because of his touch, Pei Shuyu gasped in pain. His lower back was pressed hard by the protruding bolt on the iron frame, and his eyes turned red instantly.
Just make up an excuse to run away, think of one quickly...
The hot and humid breath sprayed on his skin, and Pei Shuyu shivered uncontrollably.
He tilted his head, the end of his hair brushing against the tip of Lu Hean's nose, and his mouth was faster than his brain: "I'm sorry... I just... like you too much... that's why I took the photo secretly... No one instructed me to, I'm not a paparazzi... I work here... watching you boxing... I like you..."
Lu Hean chuckled softly and slowly withdrew his pheromones: "Ah...Is that so. You like me so much..." His tone was a little playful.
Pei Shuyu arched his back in pain, and his vision went dark.
The extremely oppressive pheromones on Lu Hean's body had not yet completely dissipated, mixed with his own uncontrolled cedar scent and the strong smell of blood, like a blunt knife repeatedly cutting into his chaotic nerves.
Cold sweat soaked through his shoddy cleaning uniform, clinging to his back and irritating the gaping wounds. Every breath he took was accompanied by a searing pain in his back, and coupled with Lu Hean's close proximity and scrutinizing presence, his strained willpower finally reached its limit.
"Yes... no..." Pei Shuyu opened his mouth in vain, wanting to say something else, or just beg for mercy, hoping that Lu He would let him go, but his voice was as weak as a mosquito.
Lu Hean's sharply defined face began to spin and blur in his vision, finally being swallowed by complete darkness. His body softened, and he completely lost consciousness, sliding towards the cold ground.
Lu Hean frowned and quickly reached out to catch his falling body.
The person in his arms was too light, his face was as pale as paper, there was no blood on his lips, only his brows were still tightly furrowed in pain.
The cedar pheromone mixed with blood became extremely weak, with only a faint trace of cold air remaining.
"Tsk." Lu Hean cursed and half-carried, half-dragged the man to a nearby bench for rest. His movements were not gentle, but he avoided the man's back.
An Alpha who was injured, whose pheromones were out of control, who said he liked him, and who fainted... trouble.
Lu Hean's eyes fell on the phone that Pei Shuyu was holding tightly.
He unceremoniously pried open the other person's cold fingers and took the phone. The screen was still on, frozen on the camera screen. He swiped it open. There was no lock screen password - this saved him trouble.
There were only a few contacts in the address book. Lu Hean's fingertips slid quickly, his eyes scanning each name sharply.
They are all full names, and it is impossible to tell the closeness of the relationship.
After searching for a long time, I finally stopped at a number with the note [Fu Zhouxing].
Fu Zhouxing? The one from the Fu family? Lu Hean raised an eyebrow and dialed the number without hesitation.
The call was answered almost instantly.
"Hello? Where are you? Why haven't you come back yet? Pei Shuyu, what the hell are you doing..." A young but extremely impatient male voice rang out, with obvious anger.
"Is his name Pei Shuyu? He's passed out." Lu Hean interrupted him, his voice calm and steady as he gave the location directly, "In a boxing gym. I'll text you the address right away. He's injured, his pheromones are out of control, and the wound... seems to have split open."
There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.
A few seconds later, the voice sounded again, with a hint of surprise: "Lu He'an?"
"It's me." Lu Hean was not surprised that the other party recognized him.
Just like he knew Fu Zhouxing.
"Why are you with him?" Fu Zhouxing's voice was full of doubt.
He still remembered Pei Shuyu telling him that he was going to look for the Qiao family. And he ended up finding Lu Hean?!
"He came to secretly film me. Shouldn't I ask him this?" Lu Hean glanced down at the unconscious figure on the bench. The pale face and weak breathing showed that the situation was not optimistic. "Are you coming to pick him up or not? If not, I'll throw him out."
"Wait!" Fu Zhouxing almost gritted his teeth and spat out these two words. The phone was hung up harshly, leaving only a busy tone.
Lu Hean put away his phone and looked down at the unconscious Pei Shuyu.
The amusement and scrutiny on his face faded somewhat, leaving only a deep coldness. He casually grabbed the sports jacket next to him and, not too gently, covered Pei Shuyu with it, covering the bleeding bandage on his waist and the ridiculous cleaning uniform.
The smell of blood and the faint, cold scent of cedar still lingered stubbornly in the air.
Lu Hean leaned against the iron frame next to him, folded his arms, and waited silently, his posture motionless.
There was a dark red bloodstain on the boxing gloves, which seemed particularly glaring in the dim light.
The hurried footsteps came from afar, carrying with them a sense of travel-weary and violent aura.
Fu Zhouxing almost rushed in, his eyes as sharp as knives, instantly locking onto Pei Shuyu, who was covered with a coat and unconscious on the bench, and Lu Hean who was standing next to him.
He rushed to the bench in a few steps, opened the sports jacket, and saw Pei Shuyu's pale face and the blood stains on the bandage on his waist. His face instantly turned dark.
He hadn't been paying attention for a while, and Pei Shuyu had gotten himself into this state. If anyone else knew about this, it would be his fault again.
Fu Zhouxing felt Pei Shuyu's carotid artery and quickly checked the condition of the wound on his back. His movements were professional and rough.
"You're lucky you're not dead yet."
Fu Zhouxing said this coldly without even looking up. He took off his coat and, not too gently, wrapped it around Pei Shuyu. Then, he bent down and passed his arms through Pei Shuyu's knees and armpits, intending to pick him up.
Lu Hean's eyes were fixed on Fu Zhouxing, scrutinizing him. Just as Fu Zhouxing was trying to pick him up, Lu Hean's deep voice rang out, emotionless but carrying an invisible pressure: "What's your relationship with him?"
Fu Zhouxing paused, then slowly turned around and glanced at him. His eyes contained a complex emotion, and then his mouth curled up into an extremely sarcastic arc, and he spoke word by word:
"Lu Hean, you are a person with amnesia, what right do you have to care about other people's affairs?"
These words were like an invisible dagger, piercing the blank area in Lu Hean's memory with precision.
Lu Hean's eyes suddenly darkened, and the oppressive pheromones around his body spread silently.
Fu Zhouxing met his gaze without a hint of weakness, his pheromones radiating outwards without restraint, carrying a sharp, aggressive aura. They collided and clashed silently with the smell of gunpowder from Lu Hean in the narrow space.
The air seemed to freeze, leaving only the two people's cold gazes confronting each other.
"Heh," Lu Hean finally scoffed lightly and retracted his pheromones. However, the deep meaning in his eyes was even more intense. "You know something, right? About me."
It's not a question, it's an affirmation.
"Guess." Fu Zhouxing stopped talking nonsense with him. He exerted force with his arms, changed his posture, and carried Pei Shuyu on his back.
Pei Shuyu lay softly behind him, unconscious.
I really owe him this in my previous life.
After walking a few steps he stopped again.
"Lu Hean, I've been wondering, are you really not pretending to have lost your memory?"
After saying this, Fu Zhouxing carried Pei Shuyu on his back, turned around and strode away without even giving Lu Hean a spare glance.
Lu Hean stood there, watching Fu Zhouxing disappear into the glaring light at the boxing gym entrance, carrying someone on his back. He lowered his head, looking at the dried, dark bloodstains on his boxing gloves, and unconsciously rubbed them with his fingertips.
The last faint scent of cedar in the air also completely dissipated.
Pei Shuyu fell asleep again.
Fu Zhouxing could only sigh and turn off the computer to leave Pei Shuyu with a quiet sleeping environment.
The author has something to say:
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Modify oral literature.
I feel like I've been leaving clues all the time [covering my face and laughing and crying] I pray that I won't forget to solve them when I write next time.
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