Chapter 66 How Much I Love You
Meng Weishen belatedly realized that moving too quickly in a relationship had a fatal drawback. When he and Jiang Ranxu got married and started living together, their intimacy had already reached its peak, meaning every subsequent step was a step backward.
Moving out and ending cohabitation means that the relationship is regressing.
The most fatal thing was that he had no experience in relationships. How could he express his unwillingness to separate from Jiang Ranxu? Or should he respect her choice and move out?
He was almost helpless and could only press his palms against Jiang Ranxu's burning back. He felt Jiang Ranxu's rapid breathing and suspected that this body had just experienced a catastrophe.
He carefully inquired about the reason: "Why? Could it be that Li Lu Meng was right, and you really owe millions in gambling debts, and the debt collectors are coming to hunt you down?"
"Just take it as it is." He just mentioned it casually, but Jiang Ranxu didn't deny it. "But I will find a way to solve it myself, you just need to stay away."
"Jiang Ranxu, what's wrong with you?"
Jiang Ranxu seemed a bit confused by the fever. Seeing his serious expression, he made up another lame excuse to overturn his previous statement: "What I mean is that your new company is too far from home. It takes more than two hours to commute every day. It would be more convenient for you to live closer."
"Our company doesn't enforce attendance, so it doesn't matter where I live."
"Of course it's different. The time wasted on the road is enough for you to do a lot of things. I'll withdraw your money and give it to you tomorrow. You can find a rental house near your company..."
"Alright, I'm definitely not going to accept your advice, so don't waste your time." Meng Weishen gently covered the back of Jiang Ranxu's neck. Cold sweat trickled from the man's hair into his fingers, sticking their skin together. "You need to rest now. We can discuss other matters after your fever subsides."
"Let's rent a house alone, really..."
"Say anything more and I'll take you to the hospital."
Jiang Ranxu finally fell silent.
It was really strange. This man kept telling him to move out and stay away, but he kept holding him very tightly, with his entire chest attached to his legs, as if he was turning into a hermit crab and being completely wrapped up by him.
Because Jiang Ranxu clung to him too tightly, Meng Weishen took some effort to half-lift his heavy upper body, put it on his shoulders, and took off his clothes that were soaked with cold sweat and soapy water, and then changed him into dry pajamas.
Jiang Ranxu didn't care about being honest with him and let him do whatever he wanted. It wasn't until he was about to leave to find the medicine box that he let out a few dissatisfied humphs.
Meng Weishen had no choice but to go and come back quickly.
The thermometer really soared over the 38-degree Celsius red line.
Meng Weishen promised Jiang Ranxu that as long as his fever could be reduced tonight, there would be no need to go to the hospital. Jiang Ranxu obeyed and let him feed him a fever-reducing pill, wrapping himself tightly in two layers of quilts.
When the other person seemed to have fallen asleep, Meng Weishen finally found time to clean up the mess at home. He poured out the foamy water, hung the soaked fabrics out to dry one by one, and unplugged the washing machine.
He didn't know how much his efforts could save the situation. The house was still bare, and the quieter it seemed, the more uneasy he felt. He stood at the junction of the living room and bedroom, as if standing at a foggy crossroads.
Meng Weishen found his way back to the bedroom, carefully lifted one side of the quilt, leaned in, and tightened the gap again.
In the darkness, Meng Weishen hugged Jiang Ranxu tightly.
It was so hot. The other person's scalding breath hit his collarbone, and even the sheets beneath him began to boil. Only the patient himself seemed to feel cold, shivering slightly, and legitimately squeezed into his arms, and it was unclear whether he was asleep or not.
He felt like he was hugging a piece of boiling charcoal; any closer would risk suffocation and burns. But he needed the warmth, the sweat, the touch. He needed something tangible to dispel the growing confusion in his heart.
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[Topic] Why does my wife do housework until late at night when she is sick?
Hi everyone, I'm the person who asked for help with my wife's dislike of dogs. My wife seems to have accepted my dog now, but we have a new conflict.
I got home early from work yesterday, wanting to surprise my wife. But she ignored me and kept doing laundry. She spent the entire night washing clothes, repeatedly, hand-washing them and then washing them in the washing machine. She even washed the sofa cover. There was no place to sit at home.
I don't think it's necessary to be so meticulous about housework, and I didn't ask her to do it. I told her my thoughts, but she told me to move out. I don't know why she suddenly asked me to move out. Did I make her angry?
Help! Why does my wife treat me like this? What should I do? Also, please stop suggesting divorce. We're not getting a divorce.
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During his lunch break, Meng Weishen found a moment to open the Xiaodigu app. Sure enough, the number of messages he received soared again by over 99. He'd heard Asher complain before about the lack of traffic on his own social media platforms, necessitating the creation of countless fake accounts to gain volume. He'd never had such a problem. No matter what he posted, netizens gave him enthusiastic feedback.
Unless, for example, being too popular is a nuisance. After all, the comments section is full of three battles a day, which bothered him at first, but now he has completely adapted to the chaotic online environment. He ignores all the comments that criticize him and only filters out useful information.
Meng Weishen kept scrolling down the comments and actually found a seemingly useful piece of information from the melee:
I've carefully reviewed your previous post and your wife may have obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD). She's afraid to touch your dog, and she keeps washing clothes over and over—all classic symptoms of OCD. I've had this myself before. It's a psychological disorder, and the attacks are incredibly painful, with uncontrollable behavior. I suggest you have a good conversation with her, and ideally, take her to a psychiatrist for a checkup.
Meng Weishen's fingertips stopped at the six words "obsessive-compulsive disorder with mysophobia".
He copied those six words into the search bar, and within half a second, relevant information flooded his screen: symptoms, causes, interventions, self-adjustment advice, every detail was included.
Excessive cleaning, emotional distress, time consumption... Meng Weishen became more and more puzzled as he looked at it, but he was completely clueless about mental illnesses other than depression, and he didn't know whether his worries were as ridiculous as associating an ulcer with oral cancer.
After thinking it over, he simply took a screenshot of the "Mysophobia-type Obsessive-compulsive Disorder" webpage and forwarded it to Jiang Ranxu with one click.
Meng Weishen typed in the chat box: Your symptoms seem like mental illness, you should go to Anding Hospital for a checkup
...This sounded like a curse word. He quickly deleted it.
Fortunately, while he was considering his words, Jiang Ranxu, who received the screenshot, did not make any movement.
The company's executives were the first to break the silence. A knock on the door sounded outside the blinds:
"Wesley, there's a Mr. Jiang at the front desk who wants to see you. He says he's your friend."
Meng Weishen was startled and his phone fell from his fingers onto the table. There was another knock like a knock on the door.
Meng Weishen delayed for a while and responded, "I understand. I'll be there right away."
For some reason, even though he and Jiang Ranxu knew each other well enough to take a bath and sleep together, meeting each other now made him feel a little awkward. He cleared the table of leftover orange peels, straightened the wrinkles on his sleeves, and then slowly walked to the front desk.
He didn't know any other friends with the surname Jiang. Naturally, only Jiang Ranxu would come to the company to see him.
Meng Weishen followed him to the elevator, speaking without thinking: "How is your illness?"
Jiang Ranxu was about to hug him, but his fingertips stopped at his waist: "What's wrong?"
"……fever."
"I'm fine now."
"Really? Let me feel it." Meng Weishen touched Jiang Ranxu's forehead. His body temperature had returned to its usual cool state, but his face was still pale and sickly. "Don't come to me right after you've recovered. I'm worried you might have a fever again today. I plan to take you to get an IV drip."
"Of course I'm looking for you for good things, just follow me."
After the Hermès dog harness blunder, Meng Weishen was always a little afraid of what Jiang Ranxu was talking about as "good things." He followed him into the elevator and out of the building. Winter was approaching, and the trees planted by the entrance were becoming bare, just like their home.
The temperature was colder than in the past few days, and he pulled his coat closer:
"By the way, I just sent you a screenshot. Did you see it? You were doing laundry all day yesterday. Could it be mysophobia?"
Jiang Ranxu didn't hesitate at all: "That's pure nonsense. Doctors are most afraid of patients using browsers to diagnose illnesses. According to the browser diagnosis method, a fever is leukemia, a headache is a cerebral thrombosis, and a cough is lung cancer. Everyone should die."
This powerful rebuttal made him seem completely ignorant. Meng Weishen was completely speechless, and could only walk towards an unknown direction with his fingers held by the other party.
After about ten minutes' journey, Jiang Ranxu led him around the maze of high-rise buildings and stopped at the bottom of a business apartment building.
Could this be the so-called "good thing"? Meng Weishen had a bad feeling in his heart. It wasn't until Jiang Ranxu took him to one of the apartments and expertly entered the password to unlock it that his premonition came true.
Objectively speaking, this is a beautiful and comfortable studio apartment. Painted a soothing dark blue, it's fully equipped with a kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, and balcony. From the window, you can even see the Big Pants and CITIC International Building.
Jiang Ranxu pestered him and asked, "How about living here? There's enough space, the location is suitable, and it's only about ten minutes' walk from your company."
Meng Weishen looked as if he had been punched in the face, his facial muscles stiffening to the point of breaking. "My current salary can't afford the rent in this area."
"You don't have to pay rent. I've already paid the deposit and the first month's rent." Jiang Ranxu was always like this, taking every detail into consideration. "I also asked the landlord if they allow dogs in the room. If you miss Qin Shi Huang, you can bring him over anytime."
...No, no, that's not the point. The point is, Jiang Ranxu just asked him to move out yesterday, and he clearly objected! Even if you want to act first and ask for permission later, you can't do it this way!
He still didn't want to quarrel with Jiang Ranxu, nor did he want to blame Jiang Ranxu for his "good intentions", so he just used the calmest tone possible: "Are you serious? I thought you were confused yesterday because of the fever."
"Of course it's true. I've thought about it for you. Moving out will only benefit you."
"Jiang Ranxu, do you want to break up with me?"
Meng Weishen asked. Jiang Ranxu was startled, and he clung to him even tighter. His cold lips moved towards his eyes, and he had to close them.
"Why would I want to be separated from you? Don't you know how much I love you? Haven't I told you?"
Meng Weishen felt a chill run down his spine. For some reason, the Jiang Ranxu before him filled him with a certain fear, as if only the skin of the Jiang Ranxu he was familiar with was the same, while the flesh and blood within had quietly changed.
"But I like you too, and I don't want to be separated from you. Why do you insist on me moving out? Is there any special reason? Can you tell me?"
The skin didn't answer his question, but continued to deceive him: "It's just a temporary separation, not 'separation'. We won't separate. You won't separate from me, right?"
"...I understand. It's your house after all, and I haven't helped you pay off the mortgage. If you want me to move out, I'll move out."
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