Chapter 43: First Wisdom Teeth "I won't give up on you."
Chapter. Forty-third
Harsh and sarcastic words fell into Shen Qiudu's ears, and a strange chill arose on his back. Those words were like a carving knife just taken out of an ice cellar, pressing against his winding spine, cutting it inch by inch.
Meng Xun seemed to be crazy, his pupils constricted, and there was a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth when he said this.
His eyes were fixed on Chen Qiudu, not missing any change in his expression. But before he could react, he was suddenly slapped aside by Chen Qiudu.
The violent slap was filled with extreme anger, and red marks quickly appeared on his cheeks. However, what Meng Xun felt first was not the burning pain, but the unique scent of the trumpet creeper that belonged to Chen Qiudu.
So warm.
"Meng Xunque, are you crazy?!" Shen Qiudu's hand was still hanging in the air. Seeing that Meng Xunque's pupils were dilated, he still didn't feel relieved, so he pointed at him and asked loudly.
The excessive emotional ups and downs made Chen Qiudu feel a little unsustainable. He staggered and could only hold on to the sofa to stabilize his body.
Even though he was extremely frightened, Chen Qiudu still managed to suppress his shaky emotions. He suppressed his trembling voice and said coldly, "Meng Xunque, if Ah Chu does anything wrong, I will never let you go."
"Heh." Meng Xun sneered, covering his cheek that had just been slapped by Chen Qiudu with one hand, smiling foolishly. Seeing that he was about to leave, he immediately grabbed the corner of his sleeve with force.
"Chen Qiudu, you say I'm crazy? I think you're the crazy one! You weren't like this before. What kind of magic potion did Wen Jiangchu use on you to make you protect him like this?!"
"He is my boyfriend. If I don't protect him, how can I protect you?" Chen Qiudu broke free from Meng Xunque's restraints in disgust, and even frowned and patted the place where he had just held her hand, and retorted.
Meng Xunque's face turned pale. "What's so good about him?"
"He's good in every way, better than anyone else. At least, you'll never be as good as him."
Chen Qiudu coldly watched Meng Xunque fall awkwardly onto the sofa and took a deep breath. "Meng Xunque, you only fell in love with me because you found someone in the same situation as you at the time, so you felt a sense of sympathy. You miss the Chen Qiudu of that time, but... I don't miss myself back then, I even hate myself back then."
"I'm tired of poverty and hardship. The money you earn is for your education. Although you're an orphan, at least you don't have a father who's so addicted to gambling that he'd sell his own son for money. He took all the money I earned, leaving me with nothing left to eat. I can only afford the lowest-quality inhibitors."
"As an Omega, I had to constantly be on guard against Alphas who harbored ill intentions towards me. The glandular defect gave me a strong sense of inferiority and self-esteem. I never cut my hair at the time, firstly because I had no money, and secondly because I didn't want to, because the ends of my hair could at least help hide the defect."
At this point, Chen Qiudu subconsciously touched the bulge on the back of his neck. His heart ached, and his eyelashes drooped. "My health is getting worse and worse. I only weigh about 70 pounds. I'm too skinny."
"But now... my health has been getting better and better, and my weight has also increased, at least to a good level. All of this is thanks to Wen Jiangchu."
"He would stay up late to do his homework and search for the best time and method for treatment. All the medicines passed through his hands and he made notes before sending them to me. He also coaxed me to drink the medicine soup mouthful by mouthful."
"As for the daily nutritious meals, needless to say, he also prepares them himself. I just don't talk about it, but that doesn't mean I can't see it."
Chen Qiudu softened his eyes and touched the soft and sagging flesh on his arms. He was finally no longer as skinny as before.
It was full, rich, warm, soft, and felt very good. Wen Jiangchu would pinch it from time to time when telling stories, and even buried his head in it and take a deep breath when kissing, as if he regarded it as a medal of honor, with a look of pride on his face.
I thought of the beginning of the temperature drop again.
Shen Qiudu clenched his hands at his sides, his tightly closed lips slightly opened, and his breathing trembled.
I want to see him so much, I want to... throw myself into his arms again, with all my strength.
Chen Qiudu seemed to have overestimated his level of acceptance. He originally thought that he could really stay in school obediently and do things for Wen Jiangchu, but now... he was just with Wen Jiangchu.
Hold hands with him, hug him, and even kiss him.
As long as I can feel Wen Jiangchu's body temperature and breathing, and experience the most real feeling in his body.
Meng Xunque's words just now suddenly shattered Shen Qiudu's fantasy. Wen Jiangchu was in danger now, and he couldn't just sit back and watch.
Before leaving, Chen Qiudu lowered his voice and glanced at the embarrassed Meng Xunque, "In short, Meng Xunque, Ah Chu is not you, and you will never be like him."
"Although I don't know why you keep pestering me, I've always treated you as someone I could interact with, but now I just want to tell you that from now on, let's just be strangers and talk less."
After saying that, Chen Qiudu no longer wanted to care about Meng Xunque behind him. After all, in his heart, apart from his mother, there was only Wen Jiangchu. Everyone else was just a passing visitor.
But as he took a step forward, Meng Xun spoke in a hoarse voice: "Artificial gland."
"What?"
Meng Xun swallowed, his cracked lips moving. "The Song family used artificial glands to force Wen Jiangchu to give half of the Wen family's cooperation and shares to Song Jinfeng."
"In Suzhou City... no, to be more precise, in the entire country, there are only five doctors who can perform artificial gland surgery, including your friend. But now... all four doctors have been detained, and your friend's whereabouts are currently unknown."
"Chen Qiudu, if Wen Jiangchu really loves you that much, then he will definitely lose this competition."
Meng Xunque propped himself up with his arms, took a shaky step forward, and said humbly, "If the Wen family falls this time, Qiu Du, you can come to me, and I can help you—"
"No need." Chen Qiudu interrupted him without hesitation and turned his back. "I will only stand by Ah Chu's side. If he falls, I will support him. It's not like I haven't supported anyone before."
"Chen Qiudu!"
Chen Qiudu no longer paid attention to Meng Xunque's shouting and walked out.
On the surface, he appeared calm, but only Chen Qiudu knew that his emotions were almost unbearable. A huge panic and anxiety enveloped his heart, every part of it clamoring and emitting a dull groan.
He dialed Wen Jiangchu's number without hesitation. The ringtone was the little love song that Chen Qiudu had accidentally hummed when he was relaxing earlier.
One, two, three times—
No one answered.
Chen Qiudu locked himself in the office and kept calling. If it didn't work once, he would call twice, and he kept calling... just like when Wen Jiangchu ignored everything and sneaked into the slums to see him again and again.
But when more than ten minutes passed, the only sound in the empty office was still the sound of Chen Qiudu humming a love song.
Chen Qiudu could no longer hold on, his back leaned against the cold wall, and he slid down to the ground bit by bit. The three words "Wen Jiangchu" on the phone screen were particularly glaring.
He didn't know where Wen Jiangchu had gone, or what he was doing now. This moment of knowing that his lover was in danger but being unable to do anything was too sad and painful.
Chen Qiudu began to regret choosing to leave Wen Jiangchu. He should have tied himself tightly to Wen Jiangchu, forced himself into his world, life, and work, and let everything around him be filled with the scent of trumpet creeper.
He couldn't accept that when his life was collapsing and shattered, someone finally appeared and held him back, but now he had to accept the reality that he might leave him forever.
How could this be possible? Shen Qiudu could not understand or accept why fate was so cruel and so vain.
Chen Qiudu continued to make calls and send messages to Wen Jiangchu in a panic.
His trembling fingers fell on the keyboard and he typed letters quickly, but in the end, not a single complete sentence was sent out.
In the end, only seven simple words were uttered:
"Wen Jiangchu, I miss you."
All the pain and reluctance, all the worries and helplessness, were condensed into a simple sentence. Chen Qiudu never said high-sounding love words or literary words. He had never read any books and dropped out of school early to integrate into the dull and lonely lower class society. The communication here was monotonous and scarce, but sometimes it was sincere enough.
But even so, the message fell on deaf ears and received no response.
The dazzling white light gradually dimmed, blurring all the information. Even the caring words, instructions, and ambiguous and heart-warming love words that Wen Jiangchu had previously sent to Chen Qiudu could no longer be seen clearly.
Chen Qiudu's eyes were empty, his body completely collapsed, and he was as helpless as a kitten that had been abandoned again, and could only curl up in the corner.
Suddenly, his eyes fell on the safety rope that Wen Jiangchu had begged for him. Chen Qiudu had never believed in gods. Perhaps he had suffered so much that he had become so accustomed to it that he had lost hope.
But now, he began to pray to the gods, even wondering if it was because he was holding the safety rope that Wen Jiangchu encountered so many dangers. If it weren't for him, Wen Jiangchu wouldn't be threatened by Song Jinfeng with an artificial gland, and Xue Shanke wouldn't be missing now.
Therefore, it was he who caused the misfortune—
Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by a sudden shaking figure. It was Wen Jiangchu, he called!
Shen Qiudu quickly answered the call, his voice trembling, "Achu..."
The person on the other side was breathing heavily, as if he was trying hard to hold back something. After hearing Shen Qiudu's voice, his breathing became panicked for a moment, "Qiudu, Qiudu, don't worry, the matter will be resolved soon."
"You always use this excuse to evade me... Where are you now? Are you hurt? Have you found Xue Shan? Meng Xunque has told me everything, you are not allowed to hide it from me anymore!"
Shen Qiudu leaned against the window, his voice breaking, "Wen Jiangchu, I beg you...at least tell me where you are now?!"
The emotional breakdown made Chen Qiudu desperately hold onto the windowsill. There was silence on the other side for a long time. If it weren't for the breathing sound, Chen Qiudu would have suspected that Wen Jiangchu had hung up.
Finally, Wen Jiangchu sighed deeply and lowered his voice, "I'm in the company. Song Jinfeng controls more than half of the shareholders on the board of directors and has extended his hands to the Wen family's core industrial chain. Many hospitals are under his control. But don't worry, baby, everything will be fine, okay?"
"Liar..." Chen Qiudu's voice was hoarse and tearful, and he dropped his arms weakly. "I heard the sound of the instrument beeping. Are you in the hospital? Wen Jiangchu, are you injured or is this about the artificial gland?"
The other side was completely silent, leaving only the noisy background noise. Wen Jiangchu cursed Meng Xunque in a low voice, then quickly spoke to comfort him, "Baby, it has nothing to do with you. The Wen family's core industry also includes medical care. I didn't lie to you. Don't think too much about it, baby..."
"I understand. Song Jinfeng threatened you to hand over some of your shares and assets with the artificial gland, but... those are the hard work of your parents. You can't just give them away like that..."
Chen Qiudu took a deep breath, opened the window, and let the cool breeze blow in. At this moment, his eyes were calmer than stagnant water. His resolute state of mind made his tense body suddenly relax, leaving only emptiness and confusion.
The numb tip of his tongue soaked in the acid made his voice distorted and hoarse, but Chen Qiudu no longer paid attention to Wen Jiangchu's comforting words and spoke calmly: "Wen Jiangchu."
Chen Qiudu licked his lip and said in a calm tone, word by word: "I won't treat it anymore."
"The temperature has dropped, and I don't want to be treated anymore."
"Didn't you say you would listen to me and do whatever I wanted? Now I'm telling you, I don't need artificial glands or any doctors. I want you to take back everything the Song family stole. Do you hear me?"
"Chen Qiudu, are you giving up?" Wen Jiangchu's voice was mixed with confusion and resentment, but more of it was self-blame.
Chen Qiudu bit his lip, then sighed, closed his eyes and did not respond.
The next second, Wen Jiangchu immediately hung up the phone. A mechanical ticking sound came from the phone, but Chen Qiudu still raised his arm.
Calm despair rolled up like waves from the depths of the ocean, threatening to drown him. But in the end, all that remained was Shen Qiudu's trembling breathing and his drooping head.
The wind rushed in again, and Chen Qiudu felt his cheeks stiff and uncomfortable. He raised his hand and touched it carefully. At that moment, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye and dripped onto his fingertips.
Hot and sour, just like the beating heart at this moment.
The second time.
This was the second time Shen Qiudu cried.
It turns out that crying can be so uncomfortable and depressing.
Chen Qiudu curled up in the corner with the window open. The sound of the wind covered his suppressed sobs, and the red corners of his eyes were hidden in the shadows.
The screen of the mobile phone thrown casually beside her was still showing the page after the call was hung up. Chen Qiudu's eyes gradually blurred, tears kept flowing out, sobs and tears grabbed her breath, and two obvious marks were left on her porcelain white cheeks.
His sore body made Shen Qiudu unable to think about anything anymore. The world was silent. The previous silence seemed to be a reflection of his cowardice and powerlessness.
Chen Qiudu didn't know where he got the courage to say those words to Wen Jiangchu, but as soon as he thought that Wen Jiangchu might lose something precious because of him, Chen Qiudu couldn't bear it.
He didn't want Wen Jiangchu to do this, and he didn't want him to lose more in order to maintain this relationship. He just wanted Wen Jiangchu to be well, and that was enough.
But Chen Qiudu seemed to have forgotten that he was more precious than anything else in front of Wen Jiangchu.
At the moment when Chen Qiudu was on the verge of suffocation, the message alert sound suddenly rang.
It's the beginning of the temperature drop.
After saying "I miss you", Wen Jiangchu only replied with six words -
"I won't give up on you."
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