Chapter 41: Whose Wife Are You?
Yu Deng was woken up by the sound of coughing just as the sky was beginning to turn gray.
He thought Zhou Yuejun was making breakfast and had been choked by the oil fumes, but upon listening closely, he felt it wasn’t that.
He got out of bed in a daze and saw Zhou Yuejun, who had just returned from buying breakfast. On the table were medicines Zhou Yuejun had found.
Upon closer inspection, Zhou Yuejunâs face and neck were covered in sweat. It didn’t look like sweat from exhaustion, but rather from a weak state.
Although Zhou Yuejun didn’t have the haggard look of a sickly person that Yu Deng remembered, even the slightest weakening of a man with such a strong framework was noticeable.
“Are you sick?”
Yu Deng trotted over to Zhou Yuejun. Just as he was about to reach out to check Zhou Yuejunâs forehead, the man dodged him.
Yu Deng had never experienced such rejection. Even if he guessed that Zhou Yuejun was afraid of infecting him, he still pouted in unhappiness.
“Why are you dodging?”
His pout was so deep he could have hung an oil bottle on it.
“Is it because you were in the rain last night?”
Just after asking, Yu Deng felt the question was redundant.
Zhou Yuejun took the medicine, tossed it into his mouth, took a gulp of water to swallow it, and then suppressed a light cough.
“It’s a small issue.”
Though his mood was low, Yu Deng was more concerned about Zhou Yuejunâs body.
“Then don’t go to work today. Stay home and recover; I’ll take care of you.”
Zhou Yuejun was stubborn. “I’ll be fine once I sweat it out at work.”
Yu Deng hurriedly denied it. “That’s not true! If you go to work, you’ll definitely collapse at the site.”
Zhou Yuejunâs face was grim, his expression distant. He toyed with the chopsticks. “Eat.”
Yu Deng was in no mood to eat.
Zhou Yuejunâs attitude toward him had taken a sharp turnâhe was so cold it felt heartless, leaving Yu Dengâs heart feeling stifled and heavy.
And now he was sick and wouldn’t listen, insisting on going to the construction site to work under the scorching sun. He was even more unhappy.
His small face was wrinkled, his brows were tightly knit, and he looked at the man with a faint, mournful air.
“You’re not allowed to go!”
“Why are you so disobedient?”
“In this house, of course you have to listen to me!”
Zhou Yuejunâs response, however, was beyond Yu Dengâs expectations.
“If you don’t let me go, I’ll just ‘do’ you at home.”
In an instant, Yu Deng was startled by these barbaric words. Along with the fear, there was also embarrassment.
The beet-red small face was truly a beautiful sightâflushed and moist, carrying a hint of spring. A single shy and timid glance at someone was a clear invitation of “refusing while welcoming.”
“Y-You…”
“What are you saying? You’re sick and have a feverâwhy are you still thinking about these things?”
Yu Deng was thin-skinned, but Zhou Yuejun had no sense of shame. He wore a broad expression, his gaze indifferent.
“Aren’t you going to coax me?”
Yu Deng: “Eh?”
A flash of confusion crossed the young manâs beautiful face, followed by a sudden realization. Zhou Yuejun probably hadn’t moved past what happened last night.
Yu Deng leaned closer and offered a kiss on Zhou Yuejunâs lips.
With a light peck, a thread of fragrant breath leaked from his slightly parted, sandalwood-like mouth.
“Yuejun-ge, don’t be angry anymore~”
His voice was slippery and soft, the end of his tone sounding quite pleasant.
His eyelashes trembled slightly, like the wings of a fluttering butterfly.
“The rain was too heavy last night, and it was dark. Qiao Fangyuâs father came to pick him up and told me to go along, otherwise, I would have been caught in the rain once the shop closed.”
“I didn’t know you were coming to pick me up either.”
Yu Deng didn’t think he was in the wrong; the blame lay with that rain and that phone call.
He had already shown weaknessâZhou Yuejun wouldn’t give him the cold shoulder anymore, right?
Although Yu Deng had coaxed him, Zhou Yuejun didn’t immediately switch his mood.
“In the future, I’ll pick you up every day. Don’t run off with others.”
He had already planned it outâif he could borrow a car, he would; if not, he would take the bus. Going back and forth, he could still make it in time for his shift at the dance hall.
In his heart, Yu Deng grumbled that Zhou Yuejun was keeping too close a watch on him, and he muttered under his breath, “Why do you treat me like a child?”
Zhou Yuejun spoke with hidden meaning: “Because you don’t come home!”
Qiao Fangyu could trick Yu Deng into going home today; tomorrow he could coax him by buying him an air conditioner and letting Yu Deng kiss him.
Full of schemes.
He was going to lose his wife.
Zhou Yuejun also felt a bit aggrieved. For a moment, he exposed his vulnerability, his gaze sour.
“Hurry up and eat; itâs going to get cold.”
Zhou Yuejun hadn’t bought buns or fried dough sticks this morning. Since corn was in season lately, the breakfast shop was selling corn congee.
With some kidney beans and melon cooked inside, and a bit of sugar added, it was so delicious that Yu Deng could eat two bowls.
After the meal, Zhou Yuejun went downstairs to call and ask for leave. Yu Deng followed him like a little tail.
“I want to go too! Iâm going to tell Qiao Fangyu that Iâm not going to the library today!”
Zhou Yuejun: “…”
Hearing that name was bad luck.
Yu Deng originally thought those coarse words Zhou Yuejun spoke were just to scare him.
Who knew they were actually true?
Zhou Yuejun didn’t kiss his mouth, saying he would pass the illness to him, but he would kiss him elsewhere.
Yu Deng felt it would have been better to just kiss his mouth.
He trembled all over, a shudder coursing through him, and his shoulder blades wouldn’t stop shaking.
Zhou Yuejunâs Adam’s apple rolled, and a bead of sweat flowed down the manâs neck, presenting a kind of wild, sexual appeal.
“In the future, wear a vest underneath when you go out.”
“Why?”
Yu Deng hugged Zhou Yuejunâs head and pushed. “Wearing two layers is so hot! Iâll drown in sweat before I even step out the door.”
Zhou Yuejun had been irritable these past few days and didn’t have the best temper. He gave the flesh of Yu Dengâs thigh a pinch.
“Because summer clothes are thinâpeople can see through!”
Yu Deng pouted indifferently and gave a light hmph, continuing to argue his point. “So what? Iâm not a girl.”
“Then don’t go out. Just stay at home; it won’t be hot if you keep the electric fan on.”
Zhou Yuejunâs attitude was so poor and fierce that Yu Deng also became huffy.
He grabbed a handful of Zhou Yuejunâs stiff hair and scratched at the manâs arm. “I don’t want to! The library has air conditioning!”
“If you buy me an air conditioner, I’ll stay home every day.”
Even though he would be delayed on the road for an hour and a half, he could enjoy the air conditioning for the rest of the time. Plus, Qiao Fangyu would take him out to eat; he still felt it was better to go out.
He raised his leg, wanting to kick Zhou Yuejun, but his ankle was caught by the manâs powerful palm.
With a loud “pa,” Zhou Yuejun didn’t hold back his strength this timeâhe intended to punish him.
Zhou Yuejun had a fever, so his body temperature was naturally high. Pressed against Yu Deng, who craved the cold, Yu Deng cried out that it was burning.
A man consumed by jealousy is truly terrifying. Zhou Yuejun forced a questioning from Yu Deng: “Whose wife are you? Say it!”
Zhou Yuejunâs sense of dominance was too strong, firmly enveloping Yu Deng, eroding him from every corner and bringing a clinging sense of fear.
Yu Deng replied haltingly, calling Zhou Yuejun “Hubby” many times.
“The last time…”
Yu Deng: Ow, ow, ow…
The sunset still had its lingering glow as Zhou Yuejun hung the freshly washed clothes and bedsheets on the balcony.
Yu Dengâs clothes were all washed by Zhou Yuejun, and all the chores in the house were done by him.
Even if Zhou Yuejun was sick, he had to work like a donkey, unable to rest.
He truly lived up to having a “capable” face; he could do anything.
Yu Deng lay on the bed, lazily hogging the electric fan. He didn’t feel like he was being bad to Zhou Yuejun at all.
Zhou Yuejun was the bad oneâhe was exhausted to death.
Zhou Yuejun patted the clothes twice and then hung them up.
Zhou Yuejunâs illness had already passed. He was full of energy and felt thoroughly satisfied, but it was Yu Deng who suffered.
His bones were sore, his whole body was weak and exhausted, and his waist and legs were as limp as noodles. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he felt as if he were falling apart.
Zhou Yuejun felt Yu Dengâs forehead; the temperature was normal for the time being.
“Does it still hurt?”
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