ASSHKHME Chapter 116

Chapter 116: Arguing and Making Up

Xie Yu took the video from above, and the camera was a bit shaky.

In the video, Chen Zhuo’s brain was completely occupied by alcohol.

He stubbornly tugged at Xie Yu’s belt.

Xie Yu’s voice was a little hurried, a very seductive low and hoarse: “Chen Xiaozhuo’er, you are really… uh, after you’re drunk.”

Chen Zhuo only watched for five seconds before stopping, instantly flushed, his head so hot it felt like it was about to smoke.

He closed his eyes. The scene was as if it were printed in his mind. He never knew he could be so…

So lewd.

Xie Yu, standing on the moral high ground 15,000 kilometers away, said earnestly, “Hmph, would I lie to you? Do you know you were wrong? Are you still stubborn? I’m telling you, in the future, when I’m not by your side, you won’t…”

“Xie Yu,” Chen Zhuo interrupted his lecturing, suppressing his voice, and said through gritted teeth, “You secretly filmed me and saved it on your phone. What if you lose your phone! Do you want me to die!”

The word “die” was too harsh. The moment Chen Zhuo said it, Xie Yu seemed to see the dying child in the bread van crushed under the rocks eleven years ago, held in his mother’s arms.

Xie Yu paused, his momentum weakened: “What dying? Don’t talk nonsense. Quickly say ‘Pooh’. I put the video in an encrypted file box.”

“Pooh.” Chen Zhuo’s head hurt a lot. He pressed his brow, “Delete it.”

Xie Yu realized that Chen Zhuo was really angry and quickly coaxed him, “Okay, okay, I’ll delete it, I’ll delete it. Don’t be angry. I’m sorry, I didn’t think it through. Baby, I’ve already deleted it, you…”

“beep——” The phone was hung up abruptly.

Xie Yu called again, but Chen Zhuo didn’t answer.

He tried sending a WeChat message and happily received an exclamation mark after being blacklisted.

Xie Yu was dumbfounded.

Huh? What’s going on? How did things develop like this? Wasn’t he the one who was angry at first, and Chen Zhuo was coaxing him?

How, in less than ten minutes, was he the one who got blacklisted?

Xie Yu pinched his brow, kicked a small stone nearby, and regretted it.

Damn it! Xie Yu, you deserve it! Why did you film that stuff!

If you were going to film it, you should have covered Xiaozhuo’er’s face with thick mosaics before saving it! Pig brain, really a pig brain!

He looked at the red exclamation mark, and realized that Chen Zhuo was really pissed off at him.

Xie Yu quickly borrowed someone else’s phone to call Chen Zhuo. Unsurprisingly, Chen Zhuo didn’t answer any of them, he probably guessed it was him.

If Chen Zhuo was in Jiangbei right now, he could rush over to admit his mistake immediately.

Chen Zhuo was actually easy to coax. As long as he was sincere, and hugged and kissed him, Chen Zhuo would forgive him.

But now they were separated by a thirteen-hour time difference, separated by a vast ocean. Even if Xie Yu went to the airport immediately, it would still take fourteen hours to reach Chen Zhuo’s side.

The difficulty of long-distance relationships and international romances isn’t the arguing, but the inability to see each other immediately after an argument. Over time, even the smallest conflicts can erode love.

Xie Yu dialed the phone number he knew by heart but couldn’t get through to, feeling a little wronged.

He knew he had done something stupid, and he had realized his mistake. Why couldn’t Chen Zhuo just scold him harshly? Why did he have to give him the cold shoulder?

He really hated the silent treatment the most.

The phone on the table kept ringing, almost drowning out the sound of vomiting from the bathroom.

Yang Fan stroked Chen Zhuo’s back, worriedly saying, “Are you okay, Zhuo’er? Should we go to the hospital?”

Chen Zhuo waved his hand, feeling uncomfortable. After pressing the flush button on the toilet, he turned on the faucet, washed his hands, and rinsed his mouth with water. “I just feel nauseous from drinking too much. I’m fine. That wine didn’t feel strong when I was drinking it, how come the after-effects are so strong?”

Yang Fan suddenly remembered something: “I think I have anti-nausea medicine in my suitcase. Let me find it for you. You should feel better after taking one.”

Chen Zhuo splashed cold water on his face, his eyes a little red from vomiting: “Thank you, Fanzi.”

Yang Fan said, “Hey, we’re all brothers. We should take care of each other when we’re away from home. Hey Zhuo’er, Yu-ge just called you.”

Chen Zhuo wiped his face with a towel, walked out of the bathroom, and picked up the phone on the table. There was another pile of missed calls.

When he was physically uncomfortable, he was even more emotionally vulnerable.

Although they had just had an argument, Chen Zhuo especially missed Xie Yu right now. The longing that had accumulated for more than two months burst out all at once, making his eyes even redder.

His Alipay kept popping up with messages.

[I’m sorry Xiaozhuo’er, my wife, my baby. I really deleted it. I’ll never dare to do it again. Please forgive me, please add me back, okay?]

[I really know I was wrong. We’re in a long-distance relationship. You can’t do this. I’m panicking.]

[I know I did something stupid. Can I fly over and let you beat me up? Please don’t ignore me.]

Chen Zhuo’s eyes felt sore and swollen. He took the phone and went to the bathroom, closing the door.

He took Xie Yu’s WeChat out of the blacklist and made a voice call to him.

Xie Yu answered in a second, “Baby, you’re finally willing to talk to me. You scared me to death. How could you blacklist me? If you give me the silent treatment again, I’ll… freeze myself to death!”

“Xie Yu…” Chen Zhuo’s voice sounded listless, a little hoarse.

The voice call was hung up.

Chen Zhuo was dumbfounded. The next second, a video call popped up.

He clicked accept, and the person he had been thinking about day and night appeared on the screen.

Xie Yu’s handsome face was filled with worry and guilt: “Xiaozhuo’er, were you crying? I’m sorry, I… it’s all my fault.”

Chen Zhuo’s eyes immediately filled with tears. He didn’t even know when he had become so prone to crying. He quickly lowered his head.

He said in a muffled voice: “I wasn’t crying. I didn’t mean to not answer the phone just now. The alcohol hit me, and I threw up for a while. I should have listened to you and not drank alcohol. I also apologize to you. I’m sorry, husband. I had a bad attitude towards you just now, and I even blacklisted you. I won’t do that again in the future.”

Hearing that he had thrown up, Xie Yu immediately became anxious: “Weren’t you not drunk? How did you throw up? Does your head hurt? Does your stomach burn? Do you have medicine? Let Fanzi take you to the hospital to get checked out.”

Seeing how anxious he was, Chen Zhuo chuckled softly: “Don’t worry, I’m fine. I feel much better after throwing up. Fanzi has found medicine for me. I’ll take one in a bit and I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”

Xie Yu looked at Chen Zhuo with red eyes in the screen, and said with heartache: “How could I not worry? I can’t rush over, I can’t be by your side immediately. Please, Chen Zhuo, take care of yourself.”

Chen Zhuo choked up and said, “I’m sorry for making you worry.”

Yang Fan found the medicine and was about to knock on the door to let Chen Zhuo come out and take it when he heard Chen Zhuo talking to Xie Yu with a suppressed sob, he sighed.

Alas, long-distance relationship, it’s really suffering, it’s too hard.

An hour later.

Ling Qi rushed over anxiously with the family doctor, staring wide-eyed at Chen Zhuo who was drinking milk, speechless: “I’m really impressed. Yu-ge was acting like it was an emergency. I thought you were terminally ill.”