70 Embarrassed
"Who said I was doing this for her?! I was just thirsty!"
The tension between the two people was growing stronger and stronger.
Jiang Suiyun thought to himself that something was wrong.
She was really afraid that the two would start a fight in the ward, especially since He Linchuan was so seriously injured.
She broke free from He Linchuan's hand and almost half-dragged He Chifeng to the corridor outside the ward.
"He Chifeng! What are you doing?"
Jiang Suiyun lowered his voice, his tone unconsciously filled with anxiety and blame.
He Chifeng was already fuming with anger, but when she pulled him aside and reprimanded him, his tone suddenly became sour and aggressive: "What are you doing? You kept arguing with him right in front of me, and now you're helping him chase me away?"
Jiang Suiyun pressed his solar plexus acupoints with a headache, trying to keep his voice calm. "Keep your voice down. He just woke up and is seriously injured. He needs to rest first. Can't you say a few words to avoid irritating him?"
"I said less? And then what? Watching you continue to guard him and touch him? Jiang Suiyun, have you softened your heart? Tell me, what do you mean now? Have you forgotten what you promised me? Have you forgotten how he locked you up before? Could it be that just because he saved you once, you want to go back to be with him again?"
This situation made it impossible for Jiang Suiyun to sort out the confusing relationship between the three people.
But He Chifeng's questioning was like a knife, and she was upset. She tried to comfort him and softened her voice: "He Chifeng, can you please be reasonable? I know you are worried about me, but I really can't leave now... When his condition stabilizes a little, I will..."
"What do you mean?" He Chifeng interrupted her, a mocking smile on his face. "Wait until he gets better before leaving? What if he doesn't get better? Are you prepared to stay with him forever?"
After feeling frustrated for a whole day, he finally couldn't help but explode.
His words were like a string of cannonballs, all hitting Jiang Suiyun's sensitive and conflicted heart at the moment.
She was indeed soft-hearted and felt guilty.
She was indeed disturbed by He Linchuan's fragility at the moment and his determination to save her.
He Chifeng almost lost his voice and laughed angrily: "Jiang Suiyun, whose girlfriend are you?!"
Such questions made her feel even more confused.
"That's fake!" Jiang Suiyun blurted out, but felt a little regretful after he said it.
As expected, He Chifeng's face instantly darkened. He knew it was fake, but he had truly treated Jiang Suiyun as his girlfriend. Although he often spoke stubbornly, he had never wanted to be so open-hearted and kind to someone before. But this person just didn't appreciate it at all! The words just now were like a needle piercing his heart. A huge sense of loss and bitterness suddenly rushed to his head, mixed with his previous anger, almost drowning him in an instant.
He stared at the person in front of him.
Jiang Suiyun felt a little guilty after being looked at. He opened his mouth and finally said, "... Stop it. Can we all calm down?"
"I'm making a fuss? You think I'm making a fuss? You chose him, right?"
"What am I to you? A tool to piss him off? Or a bed partner you can throw away at any time?"
He knew it was fake, he just wanted to play with her, and he didn't have to have her, but this strong feeling of being abandoned made He Chifeng feel so uncomfortable that he almost suffocated.
Jiang Suiyun looked at his hurt expression, and felt a pang in his heart: "I didn't choose him, nor did I take you..."
"You don't have to say anything!" He Chifeng suddenly shook off her hand and took a step back, as if he could no longer bear it.
He stopped looking at her and turned and strode away, his back stiff, as if staying for another second would suffocate him.
Jiang Suiyun looked at his back as he left angrily, and her heart suddenly felt empty. She wanted to say something but felt that nothing she said would be right, and she had no right to speak. Her throat seemed to be blocked and she couldn't make a sound.
strangeness……
When he left in anger before, she would just feel relieved and out of trouble.
But this time... looking at the direction he disappeared, I felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
This unfamiliar feeling of tugging made her feel uneasy.
…
Jiang Suiyun took a deep breath, adjusted his expression, and turned back to the ward.
She forced herself to put aside the strange, wrong, sour feeling in her heart.
On the hospital bed, He Linchuan's eyes were fixed on her almost the moment she came in.
Even though he had just experienced severe pain and coma, it did not diminish his usual keen perception at all.
He clearly caught the fleeting trance in Jiang Suiyun's eyes, which he had not yet been able to completely conceal.
...a very faint emotion that did not belong to him.
What did they just say?
The cold and twisted jealousy grew wildly in He Linchuan's heart like a vine.
He was pale, leaning fragilely on the pillow, with a heavy plaster cast on his leg, every part of him revealing the weakness after the injury, which greatly weakened his usually aggressive aura and instead added a hint of fragility.
"He's gone?" He Linchuan spoke, his voice still hoarse, but without much emotion.
Only the slightly drooping eyelashes concealed the darkness surging under the eyes.
"Yeah." Jiang Suiyun responded softly, walked to the bedside, and subconsciously tucked the corner of the quilt for him, his movements gentle. "How do you feel now? Does the wound still hurt?"
He Linchuan didn't answer, but suddenly raised his hand and gently held her wrist as she was tidying the quilt.
His fingertips were cold and trembling slightly.
Jiang Suiyun paused and looked at him.
The man raised his head, and his deep eyes no longer had the usual coldness and sharpness, but were instead covered with a layer of uneasiness.
"Be good." His voice was very low, and his appearance formed a huge contrast with his usual strong image. "Don't go... okay?" He moved his body with difficulty. The wound on his leg made him frown in pain, and cold sweat instantly seeped out of his forehead.
Perhaps because of the serious injury and severe pain, He Linchuan looked uneasy and fragile after waking up.
And a little... pathetic.
She had never seen He Linchuan like this before. Her heart tightened in an instant, and the little emotion she had just felt was instantly washed away by guilt and pity. Jiang Suiyun held his fingers in hers and said firmly, "Don't think too much. I'm not going anywhere. I will accompany you to rehabilitate until you recover."
He Linchuan felt her undivided attention, worry, and tenderness. Seeing that his reflection was the only one left in her eyes, the twisted violence and jealousy in his heart subsided a little, and were replaced by a morbid and satisfied sense of possession.
He took advantage of the situation and pulled her hand tighter, pressing it against his slightly cold cheek, as if drawing warmth from it, and murmured, "...Yeah."
Closing his eyes, he suppressed all the madness in them, leaving only paleness and fragility.
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In the club box.
There were already several empty wine bottles in front of He Chifeng. His eyes were gloomy and he poured one glass of wine after another into his mouth, as if it was not wine but water.
You Zhuo was terrified watching from the side and tried to persuade her: "Isn't she just a woman? It's not worth it..."
"Shut up!" He Chifeng waved him away, his eyes red as he glared at You Zhuo, "Who said I did this for her?! I'm just thirsty!"
You Zhuo: “…” Okay, you’re thirsty, you’re awesome.
He Chifeng's eyes were somewhat vacant. His usual cool demeanor had been softened by the alcohol, leaving only a sense of frustration and resentment. "You Zhuo... you said... I used to wash her clothes and cook for her, why doesn't she remember my kindness? She has no conscience... what an ungrateful person!"
"Puff--" You Zhuo, who was drinking water, sprayed it out directly, choking so hard that it shook the earth, as if he had heard some bizarre story of the century.
"Wait...you? Laundry? Cooking?"
He looked He Chifeng up and down, as if he was meeting his childhood friend for the first time. This young master had a temper like a bomb, and he actually did laundry and cooking for others?! The sun was rising from the west!?
He Chifeng completely ignored You Zhuo's shock, still immersed in his own grievances, his tone becoming increasingly sour: "I also saved her that time at the forest farm... hiccups... how am I inferior to my brother?"
He grabbed You Zhuo's collar and asked him drunkenly, "And she's my girlfriend, and she's guarding my brother! What's going on? Huh?"
You Zhuo was dizzy from being dazzled by him, and finally recovered from the shock of his "washing clothes and cooking" just now. Looking at his embarrassed appearance of being trapped in love and drowning his sorrows in alcohol, he said helplessly: "Yes, yes, it's outrageous! It's absolutely outrageous! But don't be so hard on yourself..."
He Chifeng took another big gulp. The spicy liquid burned his throat, but it couldn't suppress the suffocation in his heart.
The alcohol amplified all the emotions, and the images in his mind became clearer.
He Chifeng couldn't bear it just thinking about the two of them kissing each other!
"Fake……"
These two words were like ice water pouring down on him, making him instantly more irritable and desperate.
Yes, she has never admitted it, so of course she can withdraw her pitiful "cooperation" at any time and turn around to feel sorry for others.
So what's he doing here? What's he drinking?
But...why does my heart hurt so much!
"Fake... Damn it, fake..." He muttered to himself and slammed the wine glass on the table with a loud noise, which scared You Zhuo.
He Chifeng took out his cell phone impatiently. The light from the screen hurt his eyes. He opened the address book and found the top name. He hovered his finger over it and hesitated for a long time.
Call her and scold her?
Or... ask her when she will be back?
Finally, his pitiful pride and pent-up anger took over. He gritted his teeth and began typing furiously, venting his drunken anger: [Jiang Suiyun! When exactly are you coming back? He has a caregiver. Does he need you to watch over him 24 hours a day?]
Delete it. Too cheap.
【Do you remember who your boyfriend is? 】
Delete. Like a resentful husband.
【I tell you, if you don’t come back, I will...】
So what? He found that he couldn't say anything that could threaten her.
Frustration surged like a tide. He Chifeng scratched his hair in frustration and finally stiffly sent out: "Are you still in the hospital?"
send.
Then he stared at the screen, feeling both anticipation and fear.
One minute, two minutes, five minutes...
The screen was black and there was no response.
He Chifeng's eyes gradually dimmed from expectation, and finally turned into cold self-mockery and anger.
Good, very good.
And didn't reply his message.
He slammed his phone screen down on the table, making a loud bang.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more aggrieved he felt. The title of "fake boyfriend" seemed like a huge irony at this moment.
He felt uncomfortable all over.
【Author’s words】
Brother: Another day of playing the victim [heart]
Brother: Wuwuwu, fake, fake, fake, what is real? [Breaking down crying]
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Hahahaha, I will regret losing my temper with baby Jiang Jiang [dog head]
There will be a time for you to cry in the future.
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