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Wen Zhongyi cried on Meng Chuan’s shoulder for a long time. As if he wanted to cry out every last tear, to release all his emotions. Meng Chuan raised his unbandaged hand and gently stroked Wen Zhongyi’s back, tracing his spine slowly, again and again. He was comforting Wen Zhongyi, and also restraining himself. Only after Wen Zhongyi had let everything out and cried himself tired did Meng Chuan pat his waist and rasp, “No more crying. Sit down and let’s talk.” Wen Zhongyi’s…- 144.9 K • Completed
- Meng Chuan slept for a long, long time. Wen Zhongyi kept watch from morning until noon, before Ji Ying and Zhou Lu forcibly dragged him to the neighboring ward to rest for two hours. When he returned, Meng Chuan still hadn’t opened his eyes. “How long until he wakes up?” Wen Zhongyi couldn’t help but ask the nurse. The nurse changed out the IV drip, the white liquid falling in slow, steady drops. She said to Wen Zhongyi, “The exact time depends on how well his consciousness recovers, but…
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- When the bodyguard called, Meng Chuan was on his way to the company. He had just finished an interview and had an important meeting lined up. His schedule was tight, leaving no room for rest. Sitting in the back seat, Meng Chuan leaned on one hand with his eyes closed, intending to take a short nap, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t fall asleep. His right eyelid kept twitching. That was when his phone rang. Seeing that the call was from the bodyguard, Meng Chuan’s heart skipped a…
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- Strictly speaking, the child’s features really did resemble Wen Zhongyi more. Meng Chuan thought that was great—and if the child’s personality turned out like Wen Zhongyi’s too, even better. Then he’d definitely be a sweet, gentle, well-behaved little boy. The checkup showed everything was normal. The doctor put away the probe and asked Wen Zhongyi if there had been any other physical changes lately. Wen Zhongyi hesitated, unsure whether to say anything. He glanced at Meng Chuan, then…
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- Meng Chuan carried that bouquet around with a silly grin for several days, even posting it to his Moments feed, which shocked his entire gang of friends—who all messaged him asking who had sent it. So far, only Ji Shu knew about him and Wen Zhongyi. Meng Chuan casually brushed them off with some vague excuse. He ate every last bite of the cake in the fridge, and even the delicate roses—hard to keep alive—were thriving under his care. Meanwhile, Wen Zhongyi’s belly was growing by the day.…
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- Meng Chuan held the bouquet in a daze, feeling like he was dreaming. The floral scent was light and delicate. He buried his entire face into it and took a deep sniff, thinking it smelled very similar to Wen Zhongyi’s pheromones—so fragrant it left him dizzy. Wen Zhongyi had already walked into the living room, took off his coat and hung it on the rack. Seeing Meng Chuan clinging to the bouquet like it was his lifeline, he curled his lips and mocked him on purpose: “Didn’t you say you didn’t…
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- The final snowfall of the year lingered all the way until New Year’s Eve. Zhou Lu had been calling since morning, urging them to come home. Wen Zhongyi was getting dressed when Meng Chuan answered the phone, saying, “Right away, right away, we’re just finishing up.” When he hung up, Wen Zhongyi spoke up. “Zip me up.” There was a small zipper at the back of his collar. When zipped, the collar stood upright, leaving only a sliver of his pale, slender jawline visible—it made him look…
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- Meng Chuan had hit his head hard, and he felt dazed all the way until dinnertime. Worried he might have done real damage, Wen Zhongyi said, “Maybe you should get checked at the hospital. I read online that hitting the back of the head can cause internal bleeding in the skull.” “It’s not that bad,” Meng Chuan replied. “I’ll be fine after a night’s sleep.” He did seem mostly fine. After dinner, he even insisted on doing the dishes himself—refusing any help from Wen…
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- Meng Chuan sulked for the entire day, only daring to say heartfelt things when Wen Zhongyi was asleep—like a pitiful little puppy full of grievance. Wen Zhongyi’s eyelashes trembled ever so slightly. The spot on the back of his hand where Meng Chuan had kissed still felt warm. He wanted to lift his hand to pat Meng Chuan’s head, but the moment his fingers twitched, Meng Chuan held his breath and shrank back slightly. Wen Zhongyi had no doubt that if he opened his eyes the next second, Meng…
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- “Why?” Meng Chuan looked like he hadn’t expected rejection. He froze for a moment, his expression shifting slightly. He lowered his voice and asked, “Did I do something wrong? Am I worse than the person I was before?” “No,” Wen Zhongyi avoided his gaze. “Then why can’t you accept me?” Meng Chuan stared at him. “Is it because I said or did something wrong before?” “It’s not because of that.” Wen Zhongyi frowned slightly. “Get up first.” But Meng Chuan stayed…
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