Did My Wife Break Up With Me Today? - Chapter 105

Chapter 105: Side CP — He Yunxiao x Zhou Mujun

“Paid in full?” He Yunxiao’s eyes were cold, but a smirk played at the corners of his mouth.

Zhou Mujun didn’t know how to describe that smile. It was grating. He couldn’t stand it and stood up from the sofa, attempting to put distance between them.

“The money is paid back, but what about everything else?” He Yunxiao said indifferently, standing up as well. “Zhou Mujun, you can never truly pay me back.”

Mujun gritted his teeth, his back to He Yunxiao. He felt that arguing was futile; no matter what he said, it wouldn’t change anything. He walked straight to his bedroom, slammed the door, and locked it. His fingertips wouldn’t stop trembling.

Outside, He Yunxiao didn’t seem to be in a hurry. He checked his watch and calmly surveyed the apartment. The decor was decent, and there was a wall full of gaming figurines and building blocks. It seemed that without him, Zhou Mujun’s life had been quite comfortable.

He walked over to the wall of collectibles and saw photos pinned there. Many photos. They were all of Zhou Mujun with various people—intimate gestures, relaxed expressions, each smiling sweeter than the last. He couldn’t tell who these people were to Mujun. Friends? Or lovers?

At the thought of “lovers,” He Yunxiao’s gaze turned icy. He looked away and walked toward the bedroom. “I’ll give you one hour to pack. Or don’t pack at all; my place has everything.”

Zhou Mujun, of course, didn’t listen. Why should he move? By what right!

“He Yunxiao, you lunatic! By what right do you restrict my freedom?!” Zhou Mujun didn’t even know how he ended up dragged into a luxury car. He had no interest in the leather seats; he just wanted to throttle the man holding him. But with his fever, he lacked the strength.

He Yunxiao gripped his wrist, pinning him to the seat. The privacy partition rose. In the cramped space, their breaths tangled.

“Zhou Mujun,” He Yunxiao said calmly, watching him struggle. “Stop moving.”

The person in his arms didn’t settle until his last bit of strength was spent. Mujun closed his eyes, exhausted. He Yunxiao lowered the partition: “Notify Dr. Jiang to come to the downtown apartment.”

…

When Zhou Mujun woke up, he was in a minimalist, comfortable bedroom. He was wearing clean clothes, and a wall of his own figurines stood nearby. He had brought his collection here. Mujun almost laughed in anger.

His fever had broken, but his phone was nowhere to be found. He tried the door; the apartment was locked. He was a prisoner. He ate the porridge and buns left on the warming plate—poisoned or not, he was starving.

“He Jiarong has left the country. Shall we pursue?” the secretary whispered to He Yunxiao after his meeting. “The police are on it; Old Mr. He is already in custody.”

“Pursue him,” He Yunxiao looked at his watch. “Is the cleanup done?”

“Mostly. Dr. Zhou is safe now. Shall we withdraw the extra bodyguards?”

“Give it two more days,” He Yunxiao said. “I’ll skip the victory banquet. Cover all the costs for the team, let them enjoy. Don’t contact me until tomorrow morning unless it’s urgent.”

When He Yunxiao returned to the apartment, Zhou Mujun was curled up on the sofa, fast asleep. His mouth was slightly open, looking cold. He Yunxiao took off his overcoat and gently covered him. He sat down beside him, leaning close. His own strength seemed spent. He reached out and lightly stroked Mujun’s cheek.

…

When Zhou Mujun woke up, he felt like the sky had fallen. He wasn’t just under He Yunxiao’s coat; he was in his arms… and he was the one clutching He Yunxiao’s arm.

He scrambled back in shock. He Yunxiao woke up, his voice raspy: “I booked tickets for the day after tomorrow. To Country S.”

“Oh… so can I leave now?” Mujun clutched the coat. He didn’t care where He Yunxiao went; he just wanted out.

“You’re coming with me.”

“Why?! I have to work!”

“I’ve applied for marriage leave for you.”

Zhou Mujun’s brain glitched. “What… what marriage leave? Who’s getting married?”

“You’re sick, He Yunxiao!” Mujun jumped up, throwing the coat aside.

“The day after tomorrow. You’re marrying me. Any problem?” He Yunxiao said tonelessly. “I am now the Chairman of the He Group. My personal assets and shares will be split with you by half, per the contract.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Didn’t you want money? Now I have enough.” He Yunxiao looked at the back of the man before him—the same thin, resolute back from six years ago.

“From now on, you will never lack money again,” He Yunxiao said, weighing every word.

…

“Mujun, your grandmother’s treatment will cost at least 100,000. Is there any hope?” “Mujun, give up. Your uncles have no more money to lend you.” “Student Zhou, when will you pay this semester’s tuition?” … “I’ll lend it to you. I have money. My family can send your grandmother to the best facility. Just come study abroad with me.” “Mr. Zhou, Yunxiao’s marriage must serve the family eventually. We won’t stop you from being with him now, and we’ll pay for the medical bills, provided you are willing to stay by his side only as a ‘friend’…” “Junjun, Grandma doesn’t want you to be so tired…”

…

The flood of painful memories made Zhou Mujun shiver. Suddenly, warmth enveloped him from behind. A pair of large hands circled his waist. Mujun looked down at the familiar hands—there was a crescent-shaped scar on the thumb.

He Yunxiao had gotten that six years ago, protecting him from debt collectors.

Tears began to fall, landing right on that scar. “Why?” Mujun rasped.

“To make you choose me. Only me,” He Yunxiao buried his face in Mujun’s neck. “You have no choice left. Money, power—I have it all now. You have no reason to throw me away again.”

Mujun sobbed silently. He Yunxiao gritted his teeth and whispered: “Even if you don’t love me, you can’t leave me.” He had spent six years making sure Mujun could never discard him again.

“Do you love me?” Mujun asked with difficulty.

He Yunxiao gave a bitter laugh. “What’s the use of me loving you? I want you to love me.” He held him tighter. “Fine, don’t love me if you can’t. But you must stay. Because I love you, you have to be by my side.”

Zhou Mujun felt the world go silent. He turned his face and messily pressed his lips against He Yunxiao’s cheek.

He Yunxiao froze, staring at him in disbelief. The next moment, his lips were claimed. After a second of shock, He Yunxiao took control, deepening the kiss until their breaths were wild and tangled.

After a long time, Zhou Mujun whispered in his ear, voice light and shaky: “I love you.”

It was a confession years late. But finally, it counted.

— THE END —