Chapter 42: I Quit Therapy (1/2)

Translator: Claire.KK

Wenxu Jiang was quite restrained and just made once. He stroked the soft hair of Zhishu He and whispered, “Let me hold you to take a shower.”

Zhishu He shook his head and buttoned his pajamas in the dark.

“Don't you worry about getting a stomachache tomorrow?”

Zhishu He was so tired that he was gonna fall asleep; lying down huddled up with his back to Wenxu Jiang, he responded, “I’ve been used to it.” At first he couldn’t stand it. But if no one spoiled him, he could tough it out no matter being beaten or scolded.

Wenxu Jiang hugged him from behind and said, “Well, sleep tight. Let me hug you.”

It was rare for Zhishu He to fall asleep faster than Wenxu Jiang did. Such a thin figure was lying peacefully in Wenxu Jiang’s arms, and the hair of Zhishu He rubbed Jiang’s chest, which made Wenxu Jiang feel warm and itchy in his heart. Wenxu Jiang got up early in the morning. And when he came back the room after bustling a few hours quietly, Zhishu He did not wake up yet. So he sat at the bed and looked at him carefully.

Zhishu He had lost a lot of weight. His chin was sharper, and his lips were a little pale. When Zhishu He stayed at home alone, certainly he wouldn’t bother to eat right. Besides, he had to endure all pains and grievances and hide them deep in his heart. So it was impossible for him to gain a few pounds.

As Zhishu He opened his eyes, he found the man staring at him closely. Wenxu Jiang must still be busy today because he had already dressed up with a customized suit, which set off his wide shoulders, long legs and handsome face; he was such a beast in human clothing.

Looking at the addled face of Zhishu He, who obviously had not woken up completely, Wenxu Jiang felt so fond of him. Jiang said, “Now that you wake up, get up and take a shower. I have made breakfast for you.”

Zhishu He nodded with a yawn while sitting up. He finally had a good sleep, so he was in a good shape now.

Wenxu Jiang smiled and tapped Zhishu He’s fuzzy hair with his big hand. When he took back his hand, he glanced at the watch and realized the time, “Zhishu, I'm going to sign a contract later. So I can’t accompany you today.”

“After the contract is signed, I will give you a big red packet for the New Year's Day tomorrow.” Wenxu Jiang turned around to go out of the bedroom. It seemed that he remembered something, when he suddenly asked, “What do you want to eat tonight? I'll come back early to cook, and we'll have dinner together.”

Zhishu He pursed his lips and forced a smile reluctantly, “Brother Jiang, come here.”

Wenxu Jiang could see that there was sadness or solemnness or other emotions hidden under the smile of Zhishu He, who was like a warrior making a final decision before death. For a moment he could not describe Zhishu’s feelings exactly but directly walked over.

Suddenly, Zhishu He held Wenxu Jiang closely for half a minute, and then gently bit Wenxu Jiang's chin, “Come back early tonight.”

Wenxu Jiang's mind was distracted, “Don’t worry, Zhishu! I’ll cancel it and stay with you. All right? I’ll tell the secretary to change the schedule.”

Pretending to dislike Wenxu Jiang, Zhishu He pushed him away, “Hold on! Go and make it. How come you become so sensitive? Who doesn't know you're a workaholic?”

Wenxu Jiang was still worried, but that customer was eccentric. So he may not be able to sign this contract ever if the schedule is changed.Wenxu Jiang thought to himself that Zhishu He couldn't have any accident right at home.

Wenxu Jiang left ultimately.

Zhishu He did not return to his mind until he heard a dead thud of the security door. He rolled and crawled down from the bed. But the elevator door had been closed by the time he opened the door.

Zhishu He hurriedly ran into the living room and saw the man through the huge French window. It was still a view of his back. What Wenxu Jiang left to Zhishu He was always his back.

Zhishu He pressed his body hard against the window and said to himself, “Wenxu Jiang, look back and let me see your face once again.”

Wenxu Jiang never looked back. For the last time, Zhishu He was full of tears.

The last time he was crying while he was retching.

Zhishu He took a shower and washed himself clearly. Then he dressed himself up.