Chapter 67 Chapter 67 You miss me too, don’t you?
"Hey, Pei Shuyu, I'm talking to you." Ke Bai stood aside, looking at Pei Shuyu's distracted look with some dissatisfaction.
Pei Shuyu's eyelids slowly lifted, his gaze still a bit dazed, before it focused for a moment. "...I heard it." He glanced down at the stitched area, his fingertips unconsciously curling. "I was just thinking about something else."
"Are you thinking about Lu Hean?" He originally thought so in his heart, but he didn't expect that his heart and mouth were synchronized and he said it out loud.
Pei Shuyu slowly withdrew his hand and let it hang at his side. "No. I was thinking about other things."
That's good. Ke Bai doesn't care what he is thinking, as long as he is not thinking about that green tea girl Lu Hean.
Time seemed to have frozen as Pei Shuyu sat quietly in his chair. Unlike the other alphas Ke Bai had met, he didn't wear hairspray or perfume. Instead, he simply smelled like ordinary shower gel. His hair was generally loose, a little long in front of his forehead, with some strands reaching his eyes.
Ke Bai took in Pei Shuyu's expression.
There is no sadness of being hurt, but more of a sense of helplessness about why I am so unlucky.
Pei Shuyu noticed his inquiring gaze and met his gaze for a second or two. He said, "I'll go see Lu Hean."
"I'll go with you." Ke Bai said.
The reason he came here was Pei Shuyu.
Why else would he have gone to such lengths to apply for approval, bypassing even the highest level of authority? He even wrote a 5,000-word report, churning out a slew of Sevan's virtues. Ke Bai felt that if his report were to be disseminated, it would be the first to be spit upon by his superiors.
"You said you hold a position directly under the Alliance, so why are you so upset? What are those Saifans? They're just unconventional! A mixed bag of all sorts! A bunch of rabble!"
Ke Bai already had a picture in his mind...
"No need." Pei Shuyu said calmly, "Go back and rest. And by the way, tell Xiao Qingyang and the others that I'm fine."
Ke Bai still wanted to fight for it, but after thinking for a long time, he really couldn't say, "I also care about Mr. Lu's situation."
I feel like throwing up just thinking about it.
"...It's up to you." He finally said these two words stiffly, turned around and left.
Pei Shuyu politely knocked on the door a few times and waited for the nurse to respond before pushing it open and entering. Lu Hean was still unconscious, the liquid in the IV dripping steadily. Pei Shuyu asked, "How long will it take for him to wake up?"
"We checked the patient's body tonight at the latest and found nothing wrong. It's possible that the sudden stimulation caused the closed consciousness."
Pei Shuyu's teeth unconsciously gnashed, desperate for something to chew. He forced himself to control himself, wiped his face, and stood beside the bed. Seeing the nurse packing up and getting ready to leave, he asked again, "Could this kind of stimulation... possibly restore his memory? He's had amnesia before."
The nurse was stunned for a moment, looked at Lu Hean, and said hesitantly: "That may not be the case..."
"Thank you, I'm fine..."
The nurse left.
Pei Shuyu didn't know when Lu Hean would wake up, and standing here was not a good idea. After thinking for a moment, he went out to buy a pack of cigarettes downstairs in the hospital.
Then he lit up in the smoking area downstairs. He took a puff, and because he hadn't smoked in so long, the first puff made his throat tight. It took a few puffs to ease the pain, and he slowly exhaled.
Pei Shuyu tilted his head back, gazing at the sky. His slender neck was defined by the upward gaze. A handsome alpha stood there, attracting many passing omegas.
He hadn't smoked for a long time. The last time he smoked was the day Lu Hean cut his gland.
After quitting smoking for a few years, I failed again.
The air was a bit hot and humid, and the weather was overcast. Pei Shuyu checked the weather on his way to the hospital; it was expected to rain soon. He stretched out his hand to test it, and sure enough, a few drops of rain fell on his palm.
Pei Shuyu looked at his wound silently, and couldn't help but think of that person.
Hoss.
This guy should have died years ago.
Pei Shuyu instinctively knew it was him, just like a wild dog always returns to the place where it has bitten.
From a psychological perspective, Hoss must have formed an extremely rigid cognition. He could not accept the result of his first failure, and he refused to adjust his methods.
This is essentially an attempt to regain control of a situation that was once out of control and to compensate for the frustration by repeating "familiar behaviors."
Huos wanted to correct the mistakes that Pei Shuyu had made a few years ago.
Coincidentally, Pei Shuyu thought the same way.
The rain gradually intensified. Pei Shuyu finished the cigarette in his mouth and lay still, leaning against the wall. He hesitated whether to have another one. He thought: No, it's not good for your health. But he thought: Go ahead, it won't be a problem for him up there anyway.
The left and right brains started fighting each other again, but in the end, his body was more honest and he took out another cigarette.
Before he could take a few puffs, he saw Yu Jingheng walking towards him angrily.
Pei Shuyu put out his cigarette and threw it into the trash can. But Yu Jingheng could still smell the pungent smell of nicotine. He covered his nose, frowned and glared at Pei Shuyu, his eyes showing undisguised disgust. "Which ward is Lu Hean in?"
“…” Pei Shuyu was silent for a while and reported a room number.
Yu Jingheng took his hand and prepared to leave. After a few steps, he returned, indignant on behalf of Lu Hean, "Why are you here again?! Lu Hean has never had a good experience since meeting you!"
Pei Shuyu was already annoying enough, and after hearing such words, he didn't indulge him. His voice turned cold, "You can take Lu Hean away right now. I can promise that I will never see him again. Can you make Lu Hean promise that he will never come to see me again?"
Yu Jingheng felt like he was slapped in the face. He never thought that Pei Shuyu would dare to refute him.
"Why, you don't want to?" Pei Shuyu took a step forward, "Or you can't do it?"
"...You're quite good at talking."
Yu Jingheng, his chest choking with anger, turned and strode into the inpatient building. His steps were quick and heavy, as if he were stepping on Pei Shuyu.
The elevator wasn't arriving, so he simply pushed open the door to the emergency exit and took two steps at a time to rush up. Pei Shuyu's cold yet provocative face lingered in his mind.
"—Can you promise that he won't come looking for me?"
I’m so angry! I’m so angry! He really can’t guarantee it! Lu He’an! You made me lose completely! Yu Jingheng was so angry that his teeth were itching.
He pushed the ward door open with such force that it hit the wall with a dull thud.
The ward was very quiet, with only the white noise of rain hitting the window.
The person in the bed woke up.
Lu Hean leaned against the pillow, his head slightly tilted toward the window, watching the rain streaks winding down the glass. Hearing the noise, he slowly turned his head.
With just one glance, Yu Jingheng felt like he was nailed to the spot. Most of the anger in his heart was extinguished, leaving only a certain premonition.
Lu Hean's face was pale and his lips were dry, but his eyes were no longer filled with confusion or fog.
Now that the fog has dissipated, the look in his eyes is deep, like the surface of a lake covered with a thin layer of ice, with something heavy beneath the calm, distant and calm.
When he saw Yu Jingheng rushing in, a very subtle fluctuation flashed across his eyes, as if he was a little expectant, but also disappointed, but that emotion sank in an instant, so quickly that it almost made people think it was an illusion.
Yu Jingheng's heart skipped a beat. He closed the door and walked a few steps to the bed. His voice was lowered due to excitement and some kind of confirmation. With a little excitement, he asked anxiously: "Lu Hean...you have recovered your memory, right?"
Lu Hean looked at him and didn't answer immediately.
After a few seconds, he shook his head almost imperceptibly, with a very light and small movement.
This denial was too bland, and instead seemed more like a tacit agreement.
Yu Jingheng's pent-up anger suddenly surged back up, mixed with a sense of absurdity: "You're still trying to trick me?" He scoffed speechlessly, his voice barely controlled. "Why are you still pretending with me?! I can see right away! It's obvious, okay?!"
He stared at Lu Hean's face, not missing any expression: "How many years do you think I've known you? What were you like when you lost your memory? What are you like now? Do you think I'm blind?!"
Lu Hean listened to him in silence, his eyelashes fluttering slightly. The light from the window fell on his face, making it seem a little dim and unclear. He finally spoke, his voice a little deeper and hoarse than before, with a hint of the fuzziness of just waking up, yet strangely clear: "Is it obvious?"
This is almost tantamount to admission.
Yu Jingheng was so angry that he almost wanted to laugh. He sat down on the chair next to him and stood up suddenly: "It's obvious! What are you doing? Are you planning to keep pretending? You haven't gotten used to living at Pei Shuyu's house these days, have you?!"
He grew angrier and angrier as he spoke, as if he had found an outlet to vent all the frustration he'd been holding back for the past few days. "Do you know how frustrating I am? Huh? You just broke up the marriage with the Qiao family, so quick and easy! The Qiao family doesn't dare to directly cause trouble for your Lu family, but they come to bother me every day! They find all sorts of ways to pry into my affairs, and they're always trying to get to the bottom of things! They're driving me crazy!"
Yu Jingheng paced back and forth in the ward, said a lot, took a breath, and glared at Lu Hean: "You are so good, hiding in Pei Shuyu's house all the time, quiet and peaceful?!"
Lu Hean listened to his barrage of questions without showing any expression. He simply turned his gaze back to the window, where the rain seemed to be getting heavier. He pursed his dry lips lightly, neither admitting nor denying.
"Why did you come to see me?" This was the second sentence Lu Hean said to Yu Jingheng after he woke up.
Oh, speaking of this, Yu Jingheng remembered that business was more important. He took out his phone and called Lu Hean, "Although your position as law enforcement officer is still under investigation, Cairns cannot be without a leader for a day. So they applied to the alliance to temporarily restore your colonel authority. It just so happens that you have recovered your memory, so hurry back to the team. Xiao Ji is almost going crazy handling official business for you every day."
Lu Hean suddenly said: "Can I refuse first?"
"What?" Yu Jingheng seemed to have heard something incredible and asked, "What are you thinking now?!"
"You can ask Xiao Ji to send me official business online and I will handle it. But tell others that it was Xiao Ji who handled it. I want to continue pretending to have amnesia and live with Pei Shuyu. Don't let anything slip." Lu He'an replied.
Yu Jingheng glared at him. "You've recovered your memory, but you still want to live in his house?!" His voice rose, almost breaking. "Lu He'an, are you crazy?" He took a step forward, his finger almost poking the other man's face. "Have you forgotten how you got that scar behind your gland?!"
I haven't forgotten. It's because I remember everything now that I want to hear Pei Shuyu say it in person.
What you said is just for fun is fake, right?
The breakup was forced, right?
You say you don’t care, but you actually care a lot, right?
You miss me too, just like I miss you every day, right?
"I drew it myself." His voice was low, but every word was clear. "It has nothing to do with Pei Shuyu."
"Forget it!" Yu Jingheng laughed angrily, his chest heaving violently, "Just protect him."
Lu Hean ignored his sarcasm and just glanced at him calmly: "Did you hear me? Don't let anything slip."
"Hehehe..." Yu Jingheng laughed dryly with a strong sense of powerlessness.
He paced anxiously beside the bed for a few steps, then suddenly stopped, turned around and stared at Lu Hean, "Okay, I won't tell Pei Shuyu. Then tell me, how could Uncle Lu agree to cancel your marriage with the Qiao family so readily? He clearly tried his best to bring you together before, and now he just cancels it?"
This is unreasonable no matter how you look at it. For a business marriage, why should it be dissolved unless the other party has committed a serious fault? Isn't this a mutually beneficial thing?
Lu Hean lowered his eyes. "Even if his unclear cooperation with the Qiao family doesn't cause any problems now, it will definitely explode in the future. I just cut off the fuse in advance."
"How can you be sure that something will go wrong with the Qiao family?" Yu Jingheng asked.
Lu Hean's signature evil smile reappeared. "Because I told him that if the restrictions are not lifted, I will personally expose the Qiao family. By then, both the Lu and Qiao families will be finished."
"Damn it." Yu Jingheng couldn't help but sigh, "You're such a black-hearted person, you even betrayed yourself."
The ward door was gently pushed open.
Pei Shuyu stood at the door holding a basket of fruit. He glanced at Yu Jingheng in the room and paused, as if he wanted to leave silently.
"What for?" Yu Jingheng asked immediately, his anger still not completely subsiding, "You want to leave just because you see me here?"
Pei Shuyu paused, walked back in silently, and closed the door behind him. His face was expressionless, and he simply placed the fruit basket on the bedside table, making a slight clattering sound.
Yu Jingheng looked at his silent expression, then turned his head and glared at Lu Hean lying on the hospital bed.
Lu Hean had frowned slightly, his eyes showing a hint of confusion and weakness from just waking up. His gaze shifted slightly between the two of them, as if he was trying to understand the current situation, or simply confused about why he was here.
That expression was completely different from the calm and thoughtful look he had shown just a few minutes ago.
It's being performed so soon??!
Yu Jingheng felt a lump in his chest, completely speechless. He rolled his eyes fiercely, cursing inwardly: You can't save Lu Hean! I'm really convinced! I can't save him either! He squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "I'm leaving first!"
After he finished speaking, he almost flung the door open and walked away without looking back. The sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor and quickly faded away.
Pei Shuyu gently closed the door, shutting out the noise from outside. The ward suddenly became quiet, and there seemed to be a stagnant air between the two of them.
There is nothing but silence.
Pei Shuyu stood beside the bed, his eyes fixed on Lu Hean's face, as if trying to find something from his pale complexion. His lips moved, as if he wanted to speak, but he didn't know where to start.
Almost at the same moment, they both spoke.
"you……"
"you……"
The sounds collided and stopped at the same time.
Pei Shuyu looked away, his Adam's apple rolling. "You speak first."
Lu Hean's eyes fell on his bandaged hand, his voice just the right amount of hoarseness and hesitation: "How's your hand...?"
Pei Shuyu subconsciously retracted his hand, but then felt that the action was a bit deliberate, so he picked up an apple and a fruit knife from the fruit basket.
"It's okay." He lowered his eyes and began to peel the fruit carefully. The sharp blade scraped through the flesh, making a slight rustling sound. "It's a shallow wound. Just a few stitches."
The apple peel formed a long strip and hung down slowly.
He paused, the blade still, and finally asked, his voice a little lower than before: "What about you? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Or... do you remember anything?"
"Do you want me to remember something?" Lu Hean's voice was soft, but it was like a pebble thrown into the silent water, creating tiny ripples in the ward.
Pei Shuyu's apple peeling suddenly stopped. The blade was stuck in the flesh, and the half-peeled apple skin was hanging precariously in mid-air.
He raised his eyes and looked at Lu Hean. He was still leaning against the pillow, his face pale, and the deliberately maintained blankness in his eyes seemed to fade a little, revealing something deeper underneath that he couldn't understand.
This question is too direct and too cunning.
Like a light trap.
Pei Shuyu's Adam's apple rolled up and down. Did he hope? He hoped Lu He'an would remember everything between them, including the good, the bad, and the heartbreaking moments.
Does he really want Lu Hean to remember?
Silence stretched between the two of them, with only the sound of rain outside the window filling the gap.
After a few seconds, Pei Shuyu lowered his head again, avoiding that gaze.
He exerted force on his wrist, and with a snap, the dangling apple peel finally broke off and fell into the trash can. He continued his movements, his voice sounding steady, yet revealing a deliberate indifference: "It's nice to think about it."
He avoided the main point and brought the issue back to the safest area. Then he handed over the peeled, smooth apple, his fingertips passing through the paper towel, without touching Lu Hean's hand.
"I asked on the way here, and the doctor said you'll be discharged soon." Pei Shuyu's voice was emotionless. "And I heard they're reinstating your rank of colonel. You have a place to stay now, so pack your things when you get home today."
This was said calmly.
The faint smile on Lu Hean's lips faded. He didn't take the apple, nor did he look at Pei Shuyu. He just stared at the patterns on the white quilt, as if he was studying some difficult problem. There was a subtle hint of stickiness in his tone: "You're telling me this right after I woke up? I'm a patient... You should tell me some good news..."
Just then, the ward door was knocked twice and then pushed open.
Ana Shen was standing at the door holding a large bunch of fresh lilies. When she saw Pei Shuyu's hand, her brows immediately frowned: "Shuyu! I heard from Xiao Qingyang that you were injured! Is your hand okay?" The concern in her tone was direct and frank.
Pei Shuyu obviously didn't expect him to come. He was stunned for a moment before replying: "It's okay."
Ana Shen walked in and stuffed the bouquet directly into Pei Shuyu's arms, the petals brushing against his chin. "For you."
Pei Shuyu held the flowers, feeling somewhat bewildered: "What are you doing for me..."
Shen Yan's gaze then turned to Lu Hean on the hospital bed, and the corners of his mouth curved into a cold arc, with hidden meaning in his words: "I'm afraid that someone will throw away my flowers again. This time, I have to deliver them to you personally to feel at ease."
The air in the ward suddenly froze.
Lu Hean raised his head, a harmless smile instantly breaking across his face. His eyes were as clear as a college student straying into a dispute, and he seemed oblivious to the sting in the words. "This flower suits Shuyu very well," he said in a soft, sincere voice.
"It's just too pungent. Ahem, Shuyu, I can't smell it. Can you take this bouquet of flowers out?"
A few light coughs and Lu Hean's slightly furrowed brows...
Pei Shuyu was sandwiched in the middle, holding the bouquet of fragrant lilies, and felt extremely hot. His ears were a little hot, avoiding the sight of the two people, and said dryly: "... So. Ana Shen, thank you, I'm really fine. I have something to tell you, let's go and talk outside."
Ana Shen was pushed out. Considering Pei Shuyu's hand injury and not daring to resist, he was very unwilling.
After both of them left, Lu He'an stopped looking like a pitiful little white flower and sneered in the direction of the door.
Shen Yan, right?
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The author has something to say: Shen Yan: Dangerous.
I'll see if I can update more often. Because I'm going to be super busy in October! Ugh, I won't be able to update daily then, oops. [Breaking down crying]
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