After The Beautiful Woman Moves Into The Jock's Dorm Room - Chapter 85

Chapter 85: “What is this, the main wife, the secondary wife, and the concubine…”

Shen Qingyu woke up feeling weak and sore, especially his calves and arms. He slowly opened his eyes. The hotel chandelier was the first thing he saw. His gaze slid down until it rested on the white duvet cover, and then he saw his arms.

He instinctively tightened his arms because he realized he was lying naked on the bed.

There was no sign that anyone had slept beside him. Feeling uneasy, he reached out and touched the spot—it was cold.

Where had Song Yu gone?

He vaguely remembered Song Yu rescuing him before he lost consciousness.

Scattered images from last night flashed through his mind, making him bite his lip and blush fiercely. If he could, he would rather forget the memory of crying and begging Song Yu to save him last night.

In that moment, he was not in his right mind, only feeling like he was about to die from discomfort, desperately needing someone to save him from the torment of desire. Even though he knew it was wrong, if Song Yu had genuinely chosen to do something to him, he probably wouldn’t have been able to resist.

To his surprise, Song Yu actually held him and immersed him in cool water several times. The timing was perfectly controlled each time, and the air conditioning temperature in the room was also turned up high, which prevented him from catching a cold.

Curling up under the warm blanket, he was just feeling relieved that Song Yu wasn’t there, as meeting him again in this situation would be somewhat awkward.

The images from last night made Shen Qingyu feel both ashamed and distressed. The unbearable itching, as if bugs were crawling all over his body, still made his scalp tingle upon recollection.

He sniffed, and a tear welled up and rolled out of his eye. He gently wiped it away with the back of his hand, but the tears became unstoppable, falling faster and faster.

Shen Qingyu felt a little frustrated with wiping his tears. Since Song Yu wasn’t around, he figured he might as well just have a good cry.

But the next second, the room door was pushed open. Song Yu was wearing a gray knit sweater. He had just returned from outside, and a layer of white mist still floated on his glasses. He put the breakfast bag he was carrying on the table and casually pulled out a tissue to wipe his lenses.

Shen Qingyu clutched the blanket tightly, quietly watching him. A tear rolled down his small nose and plopped onto the duvet.

Song Yu silently adjusted his glasses. After wiping the moisture away, he asked, “Why are you crying? Are you afraid I touched you?”

Hearing this, Shen Qingyu felt even more scared and wronged. He shook his head, pouting, and said no.

“Then what is it?” Song Yu stood in front of him, looking down at his slightly red and swollen eyes. He was suddenly reminded of last night, when Shen Qingyu had looked at him with the same pitiable, wronged expression, begging for his salvation.

Just overnight, the tears had a different flavor, yet they were still so delicate and appealing, making one feel compelled to pity him.

“…I don’t know,” Shen Qingyu said aggrievedly. He just wanted to cry.

His answer was identical to the one he gave last night.

Song Yu gave a light chuckle, lowered his head, and closed the distance between them. He could even see the fine fuzz on Shen Qingyu’s face.

Sensing the low pressure radiating from Song Yu, Shen Qingyu confessed: “It’s a good thing you were there…”

If Song Yu hadn’t been there, he couldn’t imagine what terrible things might have happened last night.

As if to show goodwill, Shen Qingyu opened his arms and hugged Song Yu’s waist. He felt Song Yu’s body stiffen for a moment, clearly surprised by his words and actions.

Song Yu sighed softly, patting his back twice to soothe him, then said somewhat awkwardly: “Let’s eat breakfast.”

Shen Qingyu let go, rubbed his tears, and gave a firm “Mm-hmm.”

“Your clothes are outside. I’ll bring them in for you. They’ve been washed and dried,” Song Yu said lightly.

Unexpectedly, he had been so thoughtful. Shen Qingyu pursed his lips and thanked him softly.

“You don’t need to thank me,” Song Yu turned and glanced at him. The look seemed somewhat deep, as if saying, “Because I love you, you don’t need to say these things to me.” This made Shen Qingyu momentarily unable to tell if the cold person who had watched him masturbate in the bathroom last night and whispered like a demon in his ear was actually him.

After dressing, Shen Qingyu sat at the table to eat. Song Yu had bought him light and easily digestible food. Shen Qingyu hadn’t eaten much last night and had drunk so much alcohol, so he was starving now and ate quite a bit in one go.

After the meal, Shen Qingyu squinted, relaxing for a while. Song Yu looked at his leisurely and comfortable appearance after eating and suddenly reminded him: “Cheng Che called you last night. I didn’t answer.”

Shen Qingyu froze instantly, his mind going completely blank. He had almost forgotten his promise to video call Cheng Che every night! Cheng Che must have been very worried when he couldn’t reach him… Shen Qingyu suddenly stood up, then stopped abruptly:

“Where is my phone?”

Song Yu lowered his eyes, gathering the items on the table to throw them away. “I don’t know.”

“But… didn’t you say he called me?”

“I forgot where I put it,” he said matter-of-factly.

Shen Qingyu hesitated, “Then I’ll look for it myself.”

He eventually found his phone, dead and turned off, tucked between the nightstand and the pillow. He quickly called the front desk to borrow a charger and turned it on immediately to check for messages.

When he opened WeChat, it even froze for a few seconds because both Cheng Che and Lu Xiao had sent him over 99+ messages each, and missed calls flooded in.

He called Cheng Che back and heard his anxious voice: “Xiao Yu, why did you take so long to answer? You scared me to death…”

Hearing his caring voice, the sense of grievance Shen Qingyu had managed to suppress came rushing back. However, afraid that Cheng Che would detect the distress in his voice, he could only choke back his emotions and say: “I went drinking with Yang Yu last night, and I fell asleep really early. I’m sorry, Cheng Che… I didn’t tell you and made you worry. I just woke up…”

Hearing this, Cheng Che breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m just glad you’re okay. You scared me.” He still felt shaken remembering the scene when he couldn’t reach Shen Qingyu yesterday.

Shen Qingyu felt very guilty, “It’s my fault. Did I mess up your plans? I should have told you yesterday.” He hung his head, his voice subdued.

“It’s okay, Xiao Yu. I don’t blame you. This is a special circumstance; I understand.”

Cheng Che’s voice was still gentle, but Shen Qingyu felt quite upset hearing it.

“Did you take hangover medicine? Are you dizzy now? Don’t forget to eat breakfast. What do you want to eat? I’ll order you some delivery,” Cheng Che said. “I’ll book a flight for tonight. How about you rest well this afternoon, and we can meet tonight?”

Shen Qingyu’s eyes reddened, and he almost burst into tears. He tilted his neck slightly and unexpectedly met Song Yu’s eyes across the room. Tears pooled in his eyes. Song Yu’s lips curled slightly, revealing what seemed like a self-mocking smile, then he turned away and stopped looking at him.

“I already ate breakfast. You don’t need to order me delivery.”

“Weren’t you supposed to come back next week? It’s only been a few days…” Shen Qingyu didn’t want him to make concessions or feel forced. He coaxed him, saying: “You go have fun outside. We can meet any time. There’s no rush for this one day.”

Unable to persuade Shen Qingyu, Cheng Che reluctantly agreed.

“Can we video call? I want to see you,” Cheng Che said.

Shen Qingyu quickly looked at Song Yu’s back, confirmed that Cheng Che couldn’t see him from this angle, wiped his tears, and switched from voice to video call.

The hotel background was too distinctive. Cheng Che’s heart tightened, and he tentatively asked: “Are you in a hotel?”

Shen Qingyu said “Mm-hmm,” and explained, “I drank too much yesterday and felt awful, so I just checked into a random hotel.”

Judging by the background, this wasn’t an ordinary hotel. Cheng Che’s eyes darkened, and he cautiously asked: “Are you sure there’s no… one else with you?”

Shen Qingyu froze. His cautious demeanor made Shen Qingyu’s heart feel tightly squeezed. He forced a bright smile: “No one else, just me.”

He felt very guilty saying this, but there was no helping it. Since he had chosen to conceal the drugging incident from the start, he was destined to cover the initial truth with one lie after another.

Cheng Che sighed in relief.

They didn’t chat for long before Cheng Che’s aunt called him away. Shen Qingyu urged him to hang up, and he reluctantly said goodbye.

After hanging up, Shen Qingyu wearily collapsed onto the bed. Soon, another call came in.

Shen Qingyu thought it was Cheng Che calling back, but glancing at the screen, he saw it was Lu Xiao.

He was too tired to care anymore, as he was used to Lu Xiao deliberately making video calls every time he talked to him.

“You finally answered the phone,” Lu Xiao said with a dark expression, accusing him. “What did Cheng Che mean yesterday when he asked if I was with you? Why couldn’t either of us reach you?”

No wonder he had so many messages; Cheng Che had asked Lu Xiao. Shen Qingyu’s heart felt sour.

He knew how poor the relationship was between Cheng Che and Lu Xiao, yet Cheng Che would put aside their conflict because he was worried about him.

“It’s nothing,” Shen Qingyu said without enthusiasm. “I drank too much with Yang Yu yesterday and forgot to tell him.”

Lu Xiao looked sour and said, “Did you go get a room with him?” His tone was aggressive, as if Shen Qingyu had done something to betray him.

Shen Qingyu replied: “No, I got the room myself.”

“Really?” Lu Xiao clearly didn’t believe him. He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Shen Qingyu in the camera, then paused and said, “Then show me your surroundings.”

Shen Qingyu immediately rolled his eyes. “Are you crazy? I said no.”

“Who knows if you’re lying,” Lu Xiao said grudgingly. “Then tell me where you are. I’ll drive over and take you out to eat.”

“I already ate breakfast,” Shen Qingyu refused.

“I’ll take you out for lunch. Don’t waste time, give me the address.” Given Lu Xiao’s attitude, one would think he was Shen Qingyu’s boyfriend.

“Stop messing around, Lu Xiao,” Shen Qingyu closed his eyes. From last night until now, he hadn’t had a good sleep. “I want to sleep a little longer.”

“If you want to sleep, I’ll call the front desk to extend the check-out time.” Song Yu, who had been quiet for a long time, suddenly spoke up. His voice wasn’t loud, but it was enough for Lu Xiao on the other end of the phone to hear.

As expected, Lu Xiao’s eyes widened. He said angrily: “Shit, you lied to me? Who is next to you?”

Exposed, Shen Qingyu said awkwardly: “Yang Yu needs something from me. I have to hang up. Bye.”

“Song Yu, what is the meaning of this?” Shen Qingyu bit his lip, his expression furious. He had just finished saying he was alone, yet Song Yu chose to speak up right then. What else could it be but deliberate?

Song Yu, however, acted self-righteously and naturally: “I can hide from Cheng Che, but I have to hide from Lu Xiao too?”

He sneered coldly: “What is this, the main wife, the secondary wife, and the concubine?”