ASSHKHME Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Meeting

Having the warm ginger soup, Xie Yu sweated a lot that night. The sheets and thin blanket were damp and uncomfortable.

In his sleep, he stripped naked and went to occupy the other half of Chen Zhuo’s bed.

Chen Zhuo was poked awake.

When he groggily opened his eyes, Xie Yu’s hand was kneading his tattoo.

Chen Zhuo was speechless but also amused. He used the back of his hand to touch Xie Yu’s forehead and felt that he no longer had a fever.

But to be on the safe side, Chen Zhuo still reached for the thermometer on the bedside table and stuffed it directly into Xie Yu’s mouth.

Xie Yu “mmned” and squinted at him. His voice was hoarse from being woken up and he said unhappily, “I was having such a good dream.”

Without thinking, Chen Zhuo knew it wasn’t anything wholesome.

Chen Zhuo ignored him.

“Beep beep—” The thermometer made a sound.

Chen Zhuo picked it up and looked at it. 37.1 degrees. Although the fever hadn’t completely gone down, it was almost gone.

He tried to pull open Xie Yu’s arm that was around his waist, but failed. He said helplessly, “I’ll go get you a set of dry pajamas and sheets. You’ve sweated too much, be careful not to catch a cold again.”

As soon as Chen Zhuo finished speaking, Xie Yu suddenly leaned over and pressed down on him. The thin quilt covered the two of them.

Xie Yu looked down at him and said softly, “Change it later, you first return my dream to me.”

The warm light of the night light seeped in through the seams of the quilt, reflecting on Chen Zhuo’s handsome and delicate face.

His eyelashes fluttered. He supported himself on Xie Yu’s slightly sweaty chest with both hands and slightly curled his fingers. “Don’t mess around, your fever just broke.”

Xie Yu stared at him intently, the heat in his dark eyes much higher than his body temperature.

He grabbed Chen Zhuo’s resisting hand and kissed it on his lips.

Then, holding his hand, he went down along the grooves of his muscles, innocently and shamelessly saying, “What to do? I’m too energetic, I can’t sleep.”

The night was intoxicating. Chen Zhuo’s Adam’s apple rolled up and down. Knowing the answer, he asked, “Then what do you want to do?”

Xie Yu didn’t say a word. He pressed his wrist next to the pillow. At the moment when their fingers intertwined, he kissed his lips.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the bright moonlight peeked into a room of passion. Only someone could be heard mumbling like a dream, “Wife, come home with me, as my lover, meet my parents, okay?”

Chen Zhuo hesitated, not knowing how to answer this question.

He was afraid that Xie Yu’s parents would not really accept their relationship, and afraid that his appearance would embarrass them.

Chen Zhuo moved his lips, trying to politely refuse, “Or else…”

But Xie Yu didn’t give Chen Zhuo a chance to say “no.”

He seemed to have returned to the age of nineteen, still the self-willed little brat who didn’t know how to be considerate of others. He bullied Chen Zhuo hard until Chen Zhuo sobbed and said “okay,” before he was satisfied.

The price of the ruckus was that the Young Master Xie’s temperature soared to 39.5 degrees at six o’clock in the morning, and he was directly burned into a daze.

Scared, Chen Zhuo dragged his tired and sore body and carried him half-supporting and half-carrying to the hospital emergency room. He didn’t eat breakfast, and Xie Yu looked thin, but his muscles were very heavy, which made Chen Zhuo so tired that he almost fainted from low blood sugar.

Xie Yu lay on the white hospital bed with an IV drip. Because it was too embarrassing, he closed his eyes tightly and pretended to be dead.

Chen Zhuo was wearing loose pajamas and sitting on the chair next to him, chewing chocolate in large bites, feeling hopeless. “You’re really torturous, Xie Yu.”

Anxious footsteps came from outside the corridor. Chen Zhuo turned his head and glanced, quickly grabbed the coat he brought for Xie Yu in the morning, put it on, covered the marks, and stood up with a “whoosh.”

To prevent accidents, the nurse asked Chen Zhuo to fill in the contact information of Xie Yu’s parents. He didn’t expect them to call directly.

The ward door was pushed open, and Cheng Tangyu and Xie Liangjun rushed in anxiously.

Chen Zhuo was not prepared to meet them at all. It was really that plans could not keep up with changes. He said awkwardly, “Uncle, Auntie, long time no see.”

Xie Liangjun was also a little embarrassed and gave a stiff “hmm.”

Cheng Tangyu walked to the hospital bed and said anxiously, “Xiao Zhuo, is Xiao Yu burned unconscious? Why is his fever so high? What did the doctor say? Is it the flu or what?”

Chen Zhuo guiltily rubbed the tip of his nose and glanced at Xie Yu, who was still pretending to be asleep: “…He caught a cold.”

Cheng Tangyu reached out and touched Xie Yu’s forehead, and saw his eyeballs rolling under his eyelids. She directly slapped his face: “You brat, you scared your mother to death, and you’re still pretending!”

Xie Yu “ow”-ed and opened his eyes, covering his face, “Hi, Mom and Dad.”

Chen Zhuo supported his forehead. What kind of thing did he find…

Xie Liangjun really didn’t know how to face a male daughter-in-law. Seeing that Xie Yu was fine, he casually found an excuse and went out.

Xie Yu quickly glanced at Chen Zhuo’s face, sat up, and almost tore off the needle on the back of his hand.

Chen Zhuo subconsciously stepped forward to support him, “Slow down.”

Looking at the scene in front of her, Cheng Tangyu’s emotions changed alternately, from helplessness to acceptance to love.

Xie Yu took the opportunity to hold Chen Zhuo’s hand and complained to Cheng Tangyu: “Mom, what’s wrong with my dad? Can you control your husband?”

Chen Zhuo secretly glanced at Cheng Tangyu, wanting to break away from Xie Yu’s hand, but the more he struggled, the tighter he held.

Cheng Tangyu shook her head, “You, you should also be considerate of your dad. He’s a straight man. Before you, he hadn’t even heard of homosexuality.” Saying that, she looked at Chen Zhuo and said gently, “Xiao Zhuo, don’t mind, your uncle, he doesn’t have any ill will towards you.”

Chen Zhuo quickly waved his hands: “Auntie, I don’t, I don’t mind, I understand, I completely understand.”

Cheng Tangyu’s eyes swept over the house slippers on Chen Zhuo’s feet, and she patted his arm lightly, “You’ve worked hard, Xiao Zhuo.”

Chen Zhuo was very uncomfortable, his back straightened, he moved a chair and let Cheng Tangyu sit, “You sit, I’m not tired, it’s all what I should do, Auntie.”

Cheng Tangyu breathed out a long breath, pulled Chen Zhuo’s hand and Xie Yu’s hand, and put them together: “I really didn’t expect that a joke back then would actually come true. It’s also good, good, two sons and a daughter are also good, right?”

Chen Zhuo widened his eyes slightly, and looked at Xie Yu. He saw the same joy in each other’s eyes.

It had been more than two years. This was the first time Cheng Tangyu had bluntly said that she agreed with the two of them being together.

A big smile bloomed on Xie Yu’s lips: “Thank you, Mom!”

Chen Zhuo also quickly expressed his attitude: “Thank you, Auntie, I will be good to Xie Yu, I will take good care of him.”

Cheng Tangyu smiled: “Don’t spoil this kid too much, Xie Yu should take good care of you. You have suffered too much these years, but it’s all over. In the future, our family will be good, good.”

Chen Zhuo was a little moved when he heard the word “family.” He didn’t know what to say, so he only kept repeating: “Thank you, Auntie.”

Cheng Tangyu said: “Xiao Zhuo, come home for dinner tonight? I haven’t seen Ningning yet. The little girl was taught by her brother, and she calls Xiao Zhuo, Xiao Zhuo all day long.”

Without waiting for Chen Zhuo to speak, Xie Yu agreed for him first and happily said, “Okay! After I finish my drip, we’ll go home tonight.”

Chen Zhuo looked at the tightly closed ward door and hesitated: “But Uncle, he…”

Cheng Tangyu said: “Don’t pay attention to him, let him be awkward himself. If he’s awkward, he’ll get used to it.”