After Reuniting, My Beautiful Ex-Lover Fishes for Me Every Day - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Tears

Wei Changli’s voice was light and derisive, like cold raindrops splashing into the car. The atmosphere inside the cabin froze; the driver sitting in the front silently slowed the vehicle’s pace.

At this moment, Yan Xu’s five fingers gripped Wei Changli’s jaw, forcing the young master to look at him.

He asked: “Do you know what you are saying?”

Once Wei Changli spoke, he was prepared not to take it back. Thus, he looked back quite provocatively, his features exquisite to the point of sharpness, his words full of aggression: “Are you afraid, or are you just… incapable?”

Yan Xu frowned slightly. His thumb brushed against the misty corner of Wei Changli’s eye, and then he calmly withdrew his hand, still showing no intention of changing his decision.

However, Wei Changli knew far too well how to make the man before him uncomfortable. He gritted his teeth and raised his voice, his trembling syllables stepping one by one onto the unspoken landmines between them:

“If you’re incapable, then don’t waste my time and keep me from finding someone else to solve it. Yan Xu, I’m not going to the hospital… and I didn’t want to see you in the first place.”

Yan Xu’s expression remained unchanged. Sitting upright, he appeared cold and impeccably composed; one could not tell if he was truly provoked.

The air stagnated for an exceptionally long three minutes. Suddenly, the man spoke: “Go home.”

The tires let out a piercing screech against the wet ground. The steel beast, which had been hesitating and moving slowly in the rain, obediently turned around, darting toward the opposite direction like a bolt of lightning.

…

Wei Changli didn’t know how he ended up being thrown onto the bed. The vast surface of the mattress felt like a marsh designed to make one sink; he fell into it without any strength, his consciousness utterly chaotic.

After tossing him onto the bed, Yan Xu glanced at him quietly, then turned to leave while holding the three kittens. Only after settling them with the servants did he re-enter, seemingly holding something hidden in his palm.

Without a word, he leaned down and freed the item in his hand. His cool fingertips pressed against the side of Wei Changli’s neck, confirming the young master’s violently thrumming pulse that could not be hidden. In the next second, he suddenly hauled the other man up coldly and forced him to turn around.

His knees hit the bed without any buffer. Wei Changli let out a muffled groan as his lower back was forced to arch downward, his waistline forming a tight, tensed curve.

Yan Xu used one hand to grip the young master’s reversed wrists from behind. He then nonchalantly loosened his tie, wrapping the soft, smooth black silk around Wei Changli’s wrists loop by loop. He gave him no space to resist, tying a beautiful knot as if a hunter were restraining his most prized prey.

“What are you doing… Yan Xu, let me go!” Wei Changli had never experienced this before. This position with restricted vision made him feel unprecedentedly uneasy; his voice, trembling along with his body, rose several pitches unconsciously.

Yan Xu executed this series of ambiguous and chaotic actions with a cold, ascetic air. He seemed to have no hint of being moved; every move was as crisp and detached as if he were filming a tutorial video.

But Wei Changli knew Yan Xu wasn’t usually like this… at least, the him from three years ago wasn’t.

The young master struggled: “Didn’t you tell me yourself back then that you were ‘incapable’? Are you feeling exposed now? Just because I revealed your secret in front of your subordinate, you’re so ashamed that you’ve turned into this? Let me go, Yan Xu! Damn it, are you even listening to me!”

“Find someone else to solve it.”

Compared to Wei Changli’s frantic exasperation, Yan Xu was as calm as if he were on a different layer of existence. His eyes were entirely hooded by thick lashes, his face so beautiful it was almost inhuman.

The man asked softly: “In this state, who are you looking for, hmm?”

“Does it have anything to do with you? Let me go!”

Wei Changli talked tough while struggling, yet under the influence of the aphrodisiac, every movement turned into a pitiful, “playing hard to get” fuse.

Yan Xu’s eyes darkened a few shades. He suddenly reached out and pressed down on the youth’s waist. He seemed to know this body exceptionally well; a seemingly casual touch made Wei Changli’s body go limp like an electric shock. The gasping between the youth’s teeth could no longer be suppressed, his whole body hot and shivering under this condescending play.

“Be good.”

Yan Xu took the object he had just placed by the bedside back into his palm, using the tip to graze along Wei Changli’s back.

It was an extremely nimble dagger.

Wei Changli’s eyes widened slightly, not knowing where Yan Xu had conjured such a sharp weapon. The blade hanging behind him was so sharp that a light stroke could slice open his soaked shirt that clung to his skin. Large patches of warm porcelain-colored skin were exposed, pressed tightly against the tip of the blade with no gap.

Yan Xu kept his eyes lowered, holding the small dagger, letting the edge rest lightly on Wei Changli’s beautiful shoulder blades, then slowly moving all the way down, using slight force to cut through the youth’s belt.

“Madman, damn it, Yan Xu you madman!” Wei Changli lost his last shred of security along with the eerie feeling of his waistband loosening. Incapable of resisting, he could only repeatedly call the man’s name, his voice so frantic it almost carried a sob, “Let me go!”

The blade roaming behind him suddenly stopped, replaced by a suffocating silence.

Unseen, untouchable, unable to resist, unable to escape.

A surge of despair rose in Wei Changli’s heart. Clearly, he was the one who had started the provocation, yet now he was breaking down, thinking he’d rather die quietly outside than be humiliated and tortured like this by his ex-boyfriend. Tears slid from his beautiful eyes, splashing a trace of teardrops onto the pillow.

Then, a kiss swept over his waist like a falling feather, soothing his tremors with overwhelming tenderness.

He heard a very soft sigh from behind:

“I thought you weren’t afraid of anything, Changli.”

The familiar address and soft touch made Wei Changli instinctively shrink. His remaining logic made the young master choose to keep resisting; he controlled his sobbing voice, forcing a plea into a command: “Let me go.”

Surprisingly, Yan Xu listened to him. He tossed the exquisite dagger aside and meticulously untied the tie from Wei Changli’s wrists. He turned the person over to hold him face-to-face in his arms, brushed the hair from his forehead, and let his gaze fall on his bloodshot eyes and defiant brow:

“Why won’t you go to the hospital? Do you know that in your current condition, coming back with me likely leaves only one choice?”

Wei Changli wanted to flee but couldn’t, so he reluctantly lowered his head to avoid Yan Xu’s downward gaze, burying himself despondently in his own palms, cursing quietly: “Madman.”

Yan Xu wrapped his arm around the young master’s back, finally patting his spine with a peaceful and helpless strength, comforting him softly: “Alright, don’t be afraid.”

…

The first ray of morning sunlight was sliced by the window frame, drifting into the bedroom with the wind and landing on the young master’s thin eyelids, tracing the tiny, warm blood vessels beneath the skin.

When Wei Changli woke up, his body had already been cleaned. The drug effect that had tortured him all night seemed to have died down, leaving only a cranial nerve pain that felt as if it had been torn apart and sewn back together, leaving a string of sharp, vivid aches.

He lay on the bed alone; the space beside him was empty. Aside from the spot where he had slept, this luxuriously large bed didn’t have a single wrinkle.

In fact, the man hadn’t stayed at all last night. Yan Xu’s most excessive behavior was carrying Wei Changli into the bathroom while the young master was semi-conscious, physically cooling him down while also giving him an injection.

Wei Changli didn’t like going to hospitals, and he liked injections even less. However, rationally, he knew he shouldn’t resist because Yan Xu would never inject him with something haphazardly. Aside from there being no necessity, Yan Xu himself had long served as a core leader in biological engineering; his level of caution regarding live medication had reached a state of paranoia that allowed for zero error.

But emotionally, it was hard for Wei Changli to accept the cold liquid flowing into his veins through a narrow needle. During this process, he would display severe resistance. In his memory, as a child, he had even snapped a needle inside his flesh due to violent struggling. Being able to grow up safely with such a constitution was a special grace from heaven. So, when Yan Xu held him down to administer the medicine, it was undoubtedly a tragic “medical dispute.”

Wei Changli couldn’t remember the details clearly. The only impression remaining in his mind was that, at the end, having no strength to resist, he had tilted his neck back like he was dying. At that moment, Yan Xu, whose emotions were usually invisible, had eyes that became exceptionally deep—like a patient beast lured to the extreme.

The man lowered his head and gently bit the throat of the person beneath him, leaving a moist bite mark over the youth’s violently thumping pulse. He wiped away the tears hanging at the corner of his eye and, amid his constant shivering, injected him with a shot of the antidote.