TLSOTMTKOGAYWHTDI Chapter 43

Chapter 42: Can’t Get Bored

Chapter 42: Can’t Get Bored

Three in the morning, inside the quiet cloakroom of the villa.

Qi Yanwang frantically ripped open his tie with one hand.

“You were having a good time chatting with that man tonight?”

His voice was low and husky, with a hint of imperceptible tremor.

Qi Yanwang tonight was like a punishment, a retaliation, even more like…

Zhuo Huaimo’s breathing became more rapid, his chest heaved violently, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

“Qi Yanwang, haven’t you gone crazy enough?”

Qi Yanwang’s fingers slowly traced Zhuo Huaimo’s cheek, the force so strong that it left fingerprints on both sides of his face.

“Crazy? I can be even crazier! Want to try?”

The night grew deeper.

In the following days, both of them were clearly preoccupied.

Especially Qi Yanwang, who frequently made mistakes at work.

On the set of the explosion scene for “Dark River 2,” Qi Yanwang’s 17th NG break broke his new record once again, and even the director who had always been optimistic about him shook his head repeatedly.

The atmosphere on set was as heavy as the dead silence before a storm, and the eyes of the surrounding staff occasionally turned to him, filled with worry and doubt.

Qi Yanwang stared at the eerily realistic scene, but his mind kept flashing back to the images of Zhuo Huaimo talking to his ex, his eyes growing more and more vacant.

His assistant was anxiously stomping his feet beside him, reminding him in a low voice to pay attention to his condition, but he turned a deaf ear.

At this moment, his heart and mind were filled with unease and anxiety, and those harsh voices of doubt echoed repeatedly in his ears, disturbing his mind and making it impossible for him to concentrate on filming.

“Yanwang, why don’t you take a few days off?”

“I’m sorry, Director, let’s do one more take!”

He stared at the countdown software reflecting off the wire rope, his ears filled with Gu Chen Zhou’s taunts and Che Ye’s warnings.

“You think you’ll be the exception?”

“Your ending will be even worse than mine!”

“No one stays by his side for more than three months!! You too!!”

In a daze, the sound of the steel cable breaking and exclamations exploded at the same time.

“Teacher Qi! Danger!”

Qi Yanwang instinctively protected the actress next to him, and there was a muffled sound of bones dislocating in his right arm, and blood instantly stained his embroidered costume.

“Call an ambulance quickly!”

As his consciousness blurred, Qi Yanwang vaguely saw Zhuo Huaimo’s snow-white shirt covered in his blood.

He wanted to laugh, but coughed up blood and muttered,

“Teacher Zhuo… does this count as battle-damaged aesthetics…”

The monitor beeped, and when Zhuo Huaimo rushed into the ward, Qi Yanwang was clutching a fragment of a blood-stained tie.

“What happened? How could you be so careless?”

Zhuo Huaimo reached out to stroke the gauze on his forehead, but was suddenly pulled to the edge of the bed.

After suppressing it for so many days, Qi Yanwang finally broke out. He didn’t want to guess, worry, or be swayed by those inexplicable, messy thoughts anymore.

His gaze was fixed on Zhuo Huaimo, and he finally asked the question,

“Will you break up with me?”

Zhuo Huaimo’s fingertips trembled, remembering the calendar on his desk this morning – only 27 days left until the three-month deadline.

He pretended to be calm and reached out to straighten Qi Yanwang’s messy hospital gown.

“Don’t overthink things, get well first.”

Qi Yanwang’s heart sank to the bottom.

He saw the panic flashing in Zhuo Huaimo’s eyes, saw his fingers trembling slightly as he straightened the hospital gown.

These details were like a blunt knife, repeatedly cutting at his heart.

“You’re avoiding it.”

Qi Yanwang suddenly grabbed his wrist, “Tell me the truth.”

His eyes were burning, making a final confirmation, even if he already knew the answer in his heart.

Zhuo Huaimo looked away, his voice as light as a sigh.

“Take care of your injury, we’ll talk when you get back!”

Qi Yanwang’s heart sank completely, but his hand suddenly lost its strength.

After a few months together, he understood too well that at this moment, there was no way to talk about anything.

But, even if he was a top-tier actor, this real, piercing pain still couldn’t make him pretend that he didn’t care at all.

He just said faintly,

“Go back first, I’ll rest for a while!”

The door of the ward closed gently behind him, and Zhuo Huaimo leaned against the cold wall, his fingertips still lingering with the warmth of Qi Yanwang’s hospital gown.

He looked down at the red marks on his wrist where Qi Yanwang had grabbed him, and chuckled,

“Crazy.”

The light in the hallway was so bright that it made his eyes ache. He raised his hand to rub his brow, but touched a hand full of cold sweat.

The calendar on his desk this morning flashed in his mind, the date circled in red pen like a death warrant, making it hard for him to breathe.

“President Zhuo, are you alright?”

A nurse passed by pushing a medical cart and asked with concern.

Zhuo Huaimo forced a smile, “I’m fine, thank you!”

He slowly walked alone toward the parking lot, and unknowingly, deep autumn had arrived.

He remembered the day his parents passed away, it was also a deep autumn like this.

When the doctor announced that the rescue had failed, he stood in the hallway, his whole body ice-cold.

Later, it was the uncle who raised him, and then his best friend…

Everyone he loved deeply left him one after another.

He was afraid, afraid of getting used to having someone accompany him, and then that person leaving him.

He was also afraid that each death would make him bear guilt and self-blame.

Being alone is also good…

“Star of Calamity and Loneliness”

The fate predicted by the monk at Jinshan Temple was quite accurate, no wonder he could suppress Bai Suzhen back then.

Thinking of this, he laughed mockingly to himself.

This absurd reason made him unable to speak. He knew that even if he told him about these vivid, bloody examples from the past, that crazy person would only scold him for being a “moron,” then pin him on the bed and thoroughly mess with him, saying that his brain was flooded and that if he was Do-cried, the water in his brain would flow out and he’d be fine.

He could even imagine that hooligan shamelessly yelling,

“If you want me to die, there’s probably only one way, and that’s to die from exhaustion!”

Because of this, he didn’t dare to tell that person the real reason at all, and even less willing to gamble with that person.

The wind in late autumn had already begun to bite, but it also sobered him up.

He felt that he should be sober.

During this period of time, being with Qi Yanwang, he was too happy, so happy that he even hallucinated into thinking that he was a normal person, able to eat, date, and walk with the person he loved, hallucinated into thinking that he would never be lonely in this life, that someone would accompany him to the end.

In the end, it was just a dream.

He thought that Qi Yanwang’s injury today was perhaps a reminder in advance that the dream should end, that as the Star of Calamity and Loneliness, he should be alone for the rest of his life!

In the end, he dialed the lawyer’s number, the cigarette in his mouth slowly exhaling, and his thin lips parted slightly, “Help me draft a document!”

On the other side, as soon as Zhuo Huaimo left the ward, Qi Yanwang directly pulled out the needle on the back of his hand, took the coat from the sofa, put it on while dialing the private detective’s phone.

“Drive to the hospital to pick me up!”

The black Maybach sped through the night, Qi Yanwang leaned back in the back seat, his right hand wrapped in bandages, his left hand flipping through the documents the private detective handed him.

Forty-eight names, forty-eight pasts, each page like a knife, cutting into his heart.

“Mr. Qi, we’re here!”

The driver stopped in front of a private club.

Qi Yanwang put on his sunglasses and followed the detective into the club. Behind the rosewood screen, he saw the first “ex” sitting on the sofa drinking tea, dressed in a suit and tie, speaking elegantly.

“Why did you break up?” the detective asked straight to the point.

That person smiled lightly, “President Zhuo is too perfect, I’m not worthy. He gave me an office building as a breakup gift!”

The second one, “Why did you break up?”

“He said my eyes were asymmetrical, but he gave me five million to get them fixed!”

The third one, “Why did you break up?”

“I eat with my right hand, I said I could change, he said he didn’t want to force anyone to do something they didn’t want to!”

The fourth one, “Why did you break up?”

“I’m a doctor, he said being with me felt like he was wasting my time saving lives, like he was killing people!”

The fifth one, “Why did you break up?”

The sixth one…….

The fifteenth one…….

The twenty-eighth one…….

“I just touched his hand, and he immediately brought up breaking up. I even suspect he’s asexual! But then again, although he’s cold in those areas, he gives out breakup fees more generously than anyone else.”

Everyone’s reasons were strange and varied, but in the end, the most straightforward sentence was,

He got bored!

Qi Yanwang sat on the sofa behind the screen, his knuckles turning white.

Zhuo Huaimo’s frequency of changing exes in recent years was well-known, and he had known it before.

But really seeing these people appear in front of him, thinking that they had all been in a relationship with that person, he was really jealous to the point of madness. Had these people also left traces on Zhuo Huaimo’s body?

None of these people had lasted more than three months.

Then what about him, would he eventually become one of them?

Thinking of this, the immense fear of losing Zhuo Huaimo overwhelmed him, even surpassing the anger itself.

“Mr. Qi, do you want to continue?” the detective asked in a low voice.

“Continue!”

His jaw tightened, and his voice seemed to be quenched in ice.

“I want to know all the truth!”

When Qi Yanwang pushed open the villa door, Zhuo Huaimo was sitting at his desk reading documents.

The light from the desk lamp outlined his slender profile, and he asked softly,

“Why are you back?”

Zhuo Huaimo closed the file, his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses flickering, carefully examining the person in front of him.

Qi Yanwang didn’t say anything, walked straight over and pressed him back into the chair. He smelled the faint scent of cedar on Zhuo Huaimo’s body.

Remembering the bizarre reasons he used to send away his exes, his heart felt like it was being repeatedly hammered by a blunt instrument.

“I missed you!” he buried his face in the crook of his neck, his voice muffled.

Zhuo Huaimo’s fingertips paused, gently stroking his back.

“Your injury hasn’t healed yet, don’t mess around.”

Qi Yanwang hugged him even tighter, as if he would lose him if he let go.

He caught a glimpse of the calendar on the desk, the date circled in red pen like a knife, hanging in his heart.

He wanted to keep him, he had to keep him.

He couldn’t let Zhuo Huaimo get bored, or, at least, later!

Qi Yanwang’s canines nipped at the ties of his pajamas, his breath shockingly hot.

“Tonight…”

He suddenly spoke, his voice trembling, “Do… do you want to switch it up??” (The author is already crazy, figure it out yourself!!!)