Chapter 90: I’ll Give You One More Chance
Ye Zhile was not only reopening his own wounds but also listing Ji Shuohan’s crimes one by one.
“What right do you have to suspect me? Did I suspect you and Ruan Chenxin? Did I suspect you when you wore your military uniform to see someone else that day?” Ye Zhile denounced him word by word. “Do you know Ruan Chenxin told me you went out with a bouquet of flowers to see someone? That was the day I went to the hospital for a check-up! Do you know how I felt when I heard that? Ji Shuohan, are you even human?”
“Zhile…” Ji Shuohan grabbed his hand. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But I didn’t see anyone else. That day was the anniversary of my military academy instructor’s death, so that’s why…”
Ye Zhile found it laughable. “Is that something that couldn’t be said? You wouldn’t even tell me that, and instead let me overthink everything on my own?”
“No…” Ji Shuohan was incoherent. Ye Zhile didn’t give him another chance. He pulled back his hand and pointed at the door. “Get out! Scram right now!”
“Zhile…”
“Scram!” Ye Zhile shouted angrily. “If you appear in front of me again, I’ll make it so you can’t even see Dudu!”
Ji Shuohan was helpless. He owed Ye Zhile too much; guilt alone was useless.
Only when the door closed did Ye Zhile burst into tears.
“Ba-ba…” Dudu tilted his small face. Ye Zhile looked up with red and swollen eyes. He felt he had let Dudu down; he shouldn’t have shouted and argued like that in front of him. But Ji Shuohan just had to come and provoke him, making him feel as if he had lost his mind.
But he had clearly been trying so hard to let go…
“I’m sorry…” Ye Zhile said to Dudu through his tears, covering his face so Dudu wouldn’t see.
“Ba-ba…” Dudu crawled into his arms. “Ba-ba…”
Ye Zhile could no longer suppress his sadness and held Dudu, crying into his small shoulder.
In a room filled with Cedar pheromones, Ji Shuohan sat on the edge of the bed covering his face. For the past few days, he hadn’t gone to annoy Ye Zhile. He was either at the Leader’s Department or the Leader’s Estate, looking disheveled and worn out.
Tomorrow was the day of the gland removal surgery. After tomorrow, Ye Zhile would truly never need him again.
He let out a deep sigh, and his eyes couldn’t help but sting.
He vaguely remembered the way the youth used to rely on him, but now he had been forced to become independent.
What should he do…
On the day of the gland removal surgery, Ye Zhile waited until the nurse finished hanging his IV drip, then walked to the operating room on his own. Just as he was about to enter, he heard hurried footsteps coming from the hallway behind him.
“Zhile!”
Ye Zhile turned around and saw Ji Shuohan running toward him, looking travel-worn. Before he could even catch his breath, he pulled Ye Zhile into a hug, his hot breath hitting his ear. He pleaded over and over, “I know I have no right to say I’m sorry, but Zhile… I beg you, give me one more chance. One last time. I don’t want a divorce, I don’t want to be apart from you!”
Ye Zhile’s eyes stung, and his voice was choked. “Bastard!”
“I am a bastard.” Ji Shuohan’s tears fell. “But I beg you to give this bastard one more chance. I will make up for everything I owe you. Zhile, I like you. From beginning to end, it’s only been you. I beg you… okay?”
Ye Zhile pushed him away and looked at Ji Shuohan’s wretched state as he begged him humbly. “Don’t remove the gland, okay?”
Ye Zhile’s heart ached beyond measure, yet he found a trace of satisfaction in it. He tilted his chin and answered him resolutely, “No!”
“Zhile…” Ji Shuohan grabbed his hand, weeping. “What do I have to do to get a chance? Tell me, I will definitely do it! I beg you, give me a chance, okay?”
Ye Zhile burst into tears, feeling extremely aggrieved. “I won’t be soft-hearted. You deserve it…”
“Yes, I deserve it.” Ji Shuohan had no complaints. He fought back his tears, reached out to wipe away Ye Zhile’s tears, and begged with a trembling, choked voice, “I’m a scoundrel, I deserve it, I deserve ten thousand deaths. Zhile… be soft-hearted one more time, okay?”
Ye Zhile shook his head. “In the next life.”
With that, he pulled away from Ji Shuohan’s hand and followed the doctor into the operating room.
In an instant, Ji Shuohan felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss. His eyes were dark and hollow. He looked hopelessly at Ye Zhile’s back until he disappeared from sight.
The doctor was making preparations. Ye Zhile lay on the operating table. The mental preparation he had worked so hard on had been completely disrupted by Ji Shuohan. His mind was filled with the image of Ji Shuohan crying and begging him.
Seeing Ji Shuohan so humble, Ye Zhile felt it was quite satisfying. But… but this wasn’t what he wanted…
He said he liked him, that he had only liked him from beginning to end… Just like before when Ye Zhile asked if he liked him now. He had answered that he would always only like Baby…
He said to give him one more chance, that he didn’t want a divorce, didn’t want to leave him…
Ji Shuohan, that bastard! Scumbag!
Ye Zhile couldn’t control his sadness. Tears constantly slid from the corners of his eyes. The doctor was about to put the oxygen mask on Ye Zhile. At this moment, the image of Ji Shuohan begging him flashed through Ye Zhile’s mind.
‘Zhile… be soft-hearted one more time, okay?’
“Wait!” Ye Zhile hurriedly interrupted the doctor and sat up abruptly. “I’m not doing it!”
Ye Zhile ran out and saw Ji Shuohan still standing at the door. He strode over and slapped him, crying from anger. “It’s all your fault!”
Ji Shuohan reacted quickly and immediately pulled Ye Zhile into his arms. “Zhile… you…”
Ye Zhile pushed him away, his eyes a mess from crying. He tilted his head, adopting a mock-haughty posture. “Ji Shuohan, I’ll give you one more chance!”
With that, Ye Zhile bypassed him and returned to the ward.
Ji Shuohan froze on the spot. When he came to his senses, he was both crying and laughing. Heaven truly favored him—no, the one who favored him was Ye Zhile. The one who was soft-hearted and tolerated him over and over was Ye Zhile. But this time, he would never let Ye Zhile feel aggrieved again.
Ye Zhile went back to the ward to pack his things to go home. Ji Shuohan came in. “Let me pack.”
Ye Zhile dodged him. “I said I’d give you a chance, I didn’t say I’d forgive you.”
“I know.” Ji Shuohan was already very satisfied. He looked at the Omega’s tired and fragile face. He reached out to touch him, but Ye Zhile slapped his hand away. “What are you doing?”
Ji Shuohan shook his head. “Let me pack for you. You rest well.”
Hearing this, Ye Zhile threw everything at him in a heap and went to lie on the bed himself.
Ji Shuohan gave a light laugh, helped him straighten the quilt, and then set about packing the luggage without a word of complaint.
Ye Zhile’s back was toward him, but he wasn’t asleep. Every movement Ji Shuohan made seemed amplified in his ears. He somewhat regretted running out and saying those words.
Hadn’t he just told the man to scram a few days ago? He even said if the man appeared before him again, he wouldn’t even let him see Dudu. Why did he have such a change of heart today?!
It was all the fault of that bastard Ji Shuohan! Intentionally coming here to make him soft-hearted!
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