Chi Zhou had been unconscious in bed for three years. The first thing he heard after waking up was: “You’re bankrupt.”
Furious, he didn’t even put on his shoes. He yanked out the tubes attached to him and ran outside.
Beyond the house stretched a vast green lawn that seemed strangely familiar. The grass pricked and tickled the soles of Chi Zhou’s feet. He couldn’t remember where he was, only that he recognized the place.
As Chi Zhou stood there, dazed, someone behind him suddenly said, “You’re awake.”
The voice trembled with barely restrained emotion and gritted teeth.
Chi Zhou jolted at the sound and took off running, but the person behind him grabbed his arm, nearly pulling him into an embrace.
His sworn enemy: “Chi Zhou, has no one ever told you that you belong to me now?”
Chi Zhou, who had just been sold out by the Chi family again: “!”
*
After spending a long time with Su Xuan, Chi Zhou noticed that Su Xuan looked at him strangely. It was as if he wanted to pin him to the bed again.
On top of that, Su Xuan was always telling Chi Zhou to go to bed early, get up early, eat more fruits and vegetables, and exercise.
Chi Zhou protested over and over: “I’m not sick. I’m perfectly healthy.”
Su Xuan would simply take the opportunity to feed him another piece of fruit, then stare silently at Chi Zhou’s emaciated frame.
Eventually, Chi Zhou even started thinking that being looked after by Su Xuan wasn’t so bad. He had food, a place to stay, and someone to chat with. It was great.
Until one night, when Su Xuan came to check on him. Chi Zhou immediately hid his phone and pretended to be asleep.
In the quiet darkness, warm breath brushed the side of Chi Zhou’s neck. Su Xuan, who usually wore a cold expression, kissed him there and murmured, full of desire and affection, “Ge.”
Chi Zhou was so frightened that he didn’t sleep a wink. He immediately started planning his escape. If he didn’t run, he’d lose both his ass and his waist.
*
Everyone said Su Xuan kept the unconscious Chi Zhou at home to torment him. Even though Chi Zhou was in a vegetative state, Su Xuan hated him so much that he wouldn’t let him rest even half-dead.
Only the wicked cow cat at Su Xuan’s home knew the truth. Every night, its owner would go to the medicine-scented man’s bedside, bury his face in the man’s palm, and desperately, greedily beg him to wake up.
Message: Eat well and live a happy life.