Chapter 163 You are still young and don’t know what love means

"No... this is my first time making it... do you want to try it?" Zhi Yan made it three times. The first time, it burned through the pot. The second time, it stuck to the pot and couldn't be shoveled off. The third time, it came off, but it was very black...

Yu Zehui's face was darker than the fish on the plate, "Eat your mother..."

Zhiyan, "..."

I wanted to slap him, but I couldn't because he wasn't there yet. When he caught up with me... I suddenly remembered something and pushed him away. "I asked you if you liked me, but you didn't agree. Why did you kiss me just now? You've been hiding from me for the past few days. If you don't want to eat, then don't eat. I don't even want to give it to you!"

He poured the black fish into the trash can. Yu Zehui had never been yelled at like that before. He paused, came to his senses, and smashed the plate!

When the debris flew all over him, his first reaction was to check if Zhi Yan was injured. Fortunately, he was far away and was not hurt, but he was still frightened and cursed, "What the hell are you smashing? What if it hurts you?!"

"Don't bother me. You don't like me anyway. It has nothing to do with you if I die!" Zhi Yan wanted to run away after yelling, but Yu Zehui grabbed him with red eyes, "You don't know your place, do you? Who allowed you to say that word? Did I ever tell you not to say that word again?"

Zhi Yan's voice was a little trembling, "If you don't want to be with me and you don't like me, then I might as well die!"

Yu Zehui turned away, his eyelashes drooped, very indifferent and cold. But the bulging veins on the back of his hand still exposed him. It's not that he doesn't like him, but he is not worthy of being liked by someone like him who licks blood on the edge of a knife.

"You are still young, you don't know what love is..."

“Pah—”

Zhiyan slapped him with all his strength and yelled hysterically, "You don't know, you bastard! You said you don't like me, but you kissed me and hugged me! Bastard!"

Yu Zehui touched his burning cheek. No one had ever dared to hit him like this. Even that old man Yu Yaodong only dared to play tricks on him. Before he could scold him, Zhi Yan ran away crying. He cried very loudly, as if he was the one who was beaten.

Yu Zehui still remembers the slap, and his face was swollen for three days. Yang Wenbiao laughed at him and said he looked like a pig's head, which made Yu Zehui so angry that he beat him like a pig's head.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhi Yan pulled his eyelashes.

Yu Zehui hissed in pain, "Why do you care so much? I laugh whenever I want!"

Zhiyan grabbed his collar and said, "I'm your wife, so I'll take care of you."

Yu Zehui hooked his arm around his waist, picked him up with one hand, and walked towards the ward, "You just know how to torture me!" Sometimes I really think that what Yang Wenbiao said is right, he didn't find a wife, he clearly found a cannon.

Zhiyan pinched his mouth and said, "Stop swearing!"

"Okay, I won't say it. I was wrong." Yu Zehui held him and put him on the sofa. His hands were a little cold, so he took out a camel-colored cowhide coat and put it on him. Zhiyan was wearing a hospital gown underneath, and said with a little disdain, "It's so ugly..."

"You have to wear it even if it's ugly!" Yu Zehui said, putting the black woolen hat on his head again. Zhi Yan grabbed his big hand with distinct finger bones and pinched his palm, his eyes darkened, and asked faintly, "Have you met the person you are going to marry?"

Yu Zehui lowered his head and looked into his eyes. "I have seen her. She is the daughter of the director of the Land Bureau. Her name is Liao Yun."

Zhi Yan suppressed his anger and asked, "Does it look good?"

"It's OK, I already have you, how dare I look at others?" Yu Zehui didn't tell him before because he didn't know they wanted to match him with Liao Yun. But after Yu Jun's behavior today, he became suspicious and asked Liu Hai to check and found out that Yu Yaodong wanted to marry into the Liao family.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Yu Zehui felt a little scared, "Don't hit me again, I really didn't know that the dinner was aimed at me! If I knew, I would run away even if I was left with only a pair of underwear!"

Zhiyan, "..."

I was so angry just now that I wanted to scratch his face, but now when I think of him running in just his underwear, I can't help laughing.

Yu Zehui secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't worry, I'm just going to go out. The tightest part of my body is my crotch. You haven't been in good health these past few months. I'll keep it safe and give it to you when you're better!"

Zhiyan, "..."

"So what are you going to do next? Let me make it clear, if you want to get married, we will break up. I won't be your mistress, nor will I be your lover."

Yu Zehui raised his voice, "How could I let you be my mistress? I will take care of it, just wait for me. I am thinking of a solution now... but before I think about it..."

Zhi Yan raised his eyes and asked, "What?" before he finished the second half of the sentence.

Yu Zehui kissed the corner of his eyes, "I said, I won't let you be a mistress. If I want to marry, I will only marry you. Not you..." Zhi Yan covered his mouth. He didn't want to hear that word more than Yu Zehui.

For so many years, he was spoiled by Yu Zehui and didn't know the world was deep. But he could also let go. If Yu Zehui really married someone else, he would not die. He would leave him without hesitation. Because staying by his side and watching him fight with others was no different from death. If he left him, he might live longer.

Yu Zehui knew what he was thinking, and sometimes he hated himself for raising him to be so aggressive. But at the same time, he was glad that he was aggressive, because if he really reached the day of being abandoned, he would not be stupid enough to die with him.

The chicken soup was ready, and Yu Zehui fed him spoonful by spoonful. Zhi Yan thought he was being hypocritical and wanted to drink it himself. Yu Zehui wouldn't let him, so he wanted to do everything himself. If he didn't do it, he was afraid he would never have the chance to do it again.

After drinking the chicken soup, Zhi Yan felt sleepy, so Yu Zehui carried him to the bed. Zhi Yan pulled his arm, wanting him to sleep with him. Yu Zehui kissed his forehead, lifted the quilt, and went to bed with him.

The two of them slept on one pillow with the curtains drawn. The room was quiet and silent. Zhi Yan fell asleep quickly. Yu Zehui lowered his eyes and saw Zhi Yan curled up in his arms with a contented look on his face, one hand on his chest, clenched into a cute ball.

He opened the quilt, got out of bed quietly, tucked the quilt in, and kissed Zhiyan's pink lips like a butterfly. Turning around, the tenderness on his face faded away, leaving only a terrifying ferocity.

As soon as he walked out of the ward, he snatched the gun from the bodyguard, put it on his waist, turned sideways and warned them coldly, "Except for doctors and nurses, no one is allowed to go in. If you let in irrelevant people again, I will come back and shoot you in the head!"

The bodyguard nodded, "Yes..."

It seemed like Yu Yaodong had known that he would come, and he had prepared a large table of food. Yu Qinghai and Yu Jun were also there. Yu Zehui ate the abalone and lobster on the table. He still had an appetite, but when he saw the three of them, he just wanted to vomit.

Yu Yaodong sat in the main seat and asked calmly, "Ah Hui, is the child okay?"

"Fuck you!" Yu Zehui didn't give him a good look, and the most important thing was that this old guy was not worthy of it.

"How do you talk to grandpa?!" Yu Jun was so angry that he slammed the table.

Yu Zehui took out the gun from his waist and threw it on the table, aiming the gun at Yu Jun. "Mom, don't worry about grandpa for now, but take care of your little lover first. I just shot his little brother to pieces!"

Yu Jun was already pale with fright because he pointed the gun at her. When she heard that he had injured her man, she could not even stand steadily and only managed to hold on to the table to avoid falling down.

Yu Zehui crossed his legs, touched his forehead with the handle of the gun, and said with a mocking smile, "Mom, you can't do this either, but it doesn't matter, I beat him to death, it doesn't matter whether you can do it or not!"

"You...you rebellious son!" Yu Jun raised her hand tremblingly, wanting to point at his nose and curse, but Yu Zehui pointed the gun at her again, "If you curse again, I'll ask Grandpa to eat your brains!"

Yu Jun didn't dare to say anything else. Yu Zehui's eyes were sharp, even a little aggressive. Yu Qinghai was so angry that he didn't dare to utter a word, for fear that Yu Zehui, this mad dog, would pounce on him and bite him.

Yu Yaodong was laughing just now, but now he can't laugh anymore. Yu Zehui likes to see the three of them being scared to death by him. He stroked the still hot muzzle of the gun and said slowly, "Mom, you clearly know that he is going to have surgery now, but you still go to provoke him. If you want to die, come to me and I will send you to see your grandmother and aunt!"

Yu Zehui didn't dare to think about what would happen if Zhiyan couldn't bear it and suddenly had a heart attack...

Yu Jun turned aside, not daring to look at his murderous eyes, as if the person sitting next to him was not his son, but a man-eating wolf or tiger that could swallow her up at any time.

"Okay, Ah Hui, your mother is doing this for your own good. After all, you have to carry on the family line in the future, and it's impossible for you to spend your whole life with a man. Liao Yun is a good girl..."

With a "bang", Yu Zehui shot Yu Qinghai in the thigh. Yu Jun covered his ears, screamed, and fainted. The scene suddenly became chaotic, and the guards rushed in with guns. Yu Zehui slowly pointed the gun at Yu Yaodong, "Get out!"

The guards pointed their guns at him and they only obeyed Yu Yaodong.

Yu Yaodong stood up and helped Yu Qinghai, who was screaming on the ground, up. He said with a dagger hidden in his smile, "Ah Hui, it's too much for you to shoot your uncle for an outsider. If not for yourself, you should think about Ah Yi. If he knew..."

Yu Zehui clenched his gun tightly. He wanted to shoot him to death more than anyone else, but Yu Zeying was still in his hand. At first, he thought that if he went to Team B, at least he would be protected. However, he underestimated Yu Yaodong's means. He could inject him under layers of protection. Yu Zeying was not by his side. Wouldn't it be easier to kill him?

He couldn't act rashly, couldn't push Yu Yaodong too far, he was already rotten, Ah Ying couldn't...

He threw the gun to the ground, which was a silent surrender. "I won't get married. If you force me to do it, we'll die together!"