Chapter Thirty

You Yi couldn’t sleep at all. The thought of the person sleeping just behind him made him restless and annoyed, yet also itching with desire.

In the middle of the night, You Yi quietly climbed onto the bed. The moment his knee pressed against the mattress, Yi Xiaoyu woke up. The bedside lamp was still on, and as soon as Yi Xiaoyu opened his eyes, he saw You Yi’s embarrassed face, caught like a thief.

You Yi gritted his teeth, giving Yi Xiaoyu no chance to speak. He abruptly lifted the quilt and slipped underneath, wrapping his arms tightly around Yi Xiaoyu’s waist, burying his face against Yi Xiaoyu’s neck.

Ah—so comfortable.

From the depths of his heart, You Yi sighed. In all his years, nothing brought him more pleasure than holding his wife as he slept.

Yi Xiaoyu did not struggle or curse. He let You Yi hold him. Eventually, You Yi couldn’t resist lifting his head and cautiously asked, “Aren’t you going to say something?”

Yi Xiaoyu looked at him. “If I tell you to get off the bed, would you?”

You Yi lowered his head again, pressing his face to Yi Xiaoyu’s neck, and replied decisively, “I won’t.”

Yi Xiaoyu wanted to scold him, but when the words came to his lips, they softened into, “You big fatty.”

You Yi’s heart burned warmly. He stripped away Yi Xiaoyu’s pajamas until their skin touched, as if he were a dried-up sponge desperately soaking up Yi Xiaoyu’s warmth.

“Xiaoyu…” You Yi kissed the corner of his mouth, urgent and anxious. “Don’t divorce me.”

Yi Xiaoyu smiled, deliberately teasing, “Then you have to listen to me.”

You Yi nodded vigorously. “I’ll definitely listen.”

At that moment, You Yi felt as if a huge stone had finally dropped from his heart. Seeing Yi Xiaoyu smile, he instinctively believed all their conflicts had been resolved.

For You Yi, as long as he could fall asleep each night holding his warm wife, as long as they could share a little intimacy, any previous anger would melt away.

Just as You Yi was about to reach out and tug off Yi Xiaoyu’s underwear, Yi Xiaoyu whispered, “Tomorrow, you need to go to the hospital and see Wen Ming. Apologize to him.”

You Yi froze, struggling to suppress the sudden flare of anger, and asked calmly, “Why should I?”

Yi Xiaoyu patiently explained, “You seriously injured him. His parents are prepared to call the police and hold you accountable. They’re only willing to drop it because of me, as long as you apologize…”

“You want me to apologize to him? Are you kidding? I don’t care who his parents are!”

Yi Xiaoyu’s gaze turned cold. “Fatty, you promised me just now you’d listen…”

Before Yi Xiaoyu finished, You Yi suddenly sat up on the bed, raising his voice, “So that’s why you changed so quickly tonight! You want to coax me into apologizing to that pretty boy. Hah, first you pretend to ignore me, then when I come to make peace, you drop this bomb.”

“Where’s your mind going, fatty? I just want you to apologize to Wen Ming.” Yi Xiaoyu sat up as well, trying to ease his words. “This really is your fault. You didn’t understand the situation and just beat him up. And it’s the second time you’ve done it…”

“If he dares to make a move on you again, I guarantee there’ll be a third and fourth time!”

“Why can’t you just…”

“If it’s anything to do with that pretty boy, I absolutely refuse! He’s your secret lover, I…”

Before You Yi could finish, Yi Xiaoyu swung his fist at him, yelling furiously, “Watch your mouth! What secret lover!”

You Yi clutched his face, his bravado halved, but his voice still fierce, “Even if he isn’t, he’s well on his way to becoming one.”

“Fatty, I’m warning you!” Yi Xiaoyu pointed at You Yi, his tone severe. “If you say one more word about Wen Ming, I won’t forgive you!”

“I’ll say it anyway.” Seeing Yi Xiaoyu defend Wen Ming so fiercely, You Yi’s eyes were bloodshot. He shoved away Yi Xiaoyu’s hand and cursed, “Pretty boy! Secret lover! That bastard is trying to steal you away!”

“That’s enough!” Yi Xiaoyu lunged at You Yi, finally grabbing his collar and pinning him to the bed. You Yi didn’t dare fight back, shielding his face with his hands. At last, pushed past his limit, he flipped Yi Xiaoyu over and pinned him beneath him.

“Let me tell you, not only will I refuse to apologize, I’ll beat him every time I see him!”

“Who do you think you are!” No matter how Yi Xiaoyu struggled, he couldn’t move. “Do you think you run the whole city? You Yi, can’t you show some dignity?”

“Let me ask you, between me and that pretty boy, who do you choose?” You Yi pressed his face close to Yi Xiaoyu’s eyes, gritting his teeth. “Him or me?”

“Can’t you stop being so childish!”

“Just tell me, who do you choose?”

“Choose your uncle! Let go of me!”

You Yi grabbed Yi Xiaoyu’s cheeks and kissed him roughly, his mind in chaos.

He never wanted things to turn out this way. He just wanted to live a peaceful life with his wife, holding him each night, sleeping soundly until dawn.

But…

In the end, Yi Xiaoyu kicked You Yi off the bed. He hurled everything within reach at You Yi, cursing, “Go to hell, you damned fatty!”

You Yi said nothing, got dressed, and left the bedroom.

Now, he suddenly realized that Xiao Zhou’s idea wasn’t so bad after all.