Doctor Gu’s Orange Cat Boyfriend - Chapter 27

Lin Mucí was frantic with worry. The moment he stepped onto the terrace, a warm, firm hand steadied him.

Gu Chaoyu had risen without a sound, swiftly pulling on his bathrobe. His expression calm, he soothed:

“Don’t panic. Zhou Yang is here.”

【Right! Zhou Yang is here… He’ll definitely save my cousin!】

【But… But I’m still so worried!】

Gu Chaoyu gently tugged him back toward the poolside. “Rushing out like this won’t help. Put your clothes on first.”

Only then did Lin Mucí realize he was still bare-chested. His face flushed as he grabbed the bathrobe and hastily pulled it on.

Near the resort hotel’s fountain, chaos has erupted. This world never lacked spectators eager for a spectacle.

The water in the decorative fountain wasn’t deep, but it was dangerous enough for someone drunk. Amidst the stares of onlookers, Zhou Yang scooped up the soaking-wet Su Wanqing and strode swiftly toward the hotel lobby.

His wet suit clung to his well-toned physique, while the person in his arms continued to mumble restlessly. Zhou Yang’s expression darkened to the extreme, his disheveled appearance betraying his distress.

“Xiao Zhang, get me a room,” he instructed the front desk clerk.

The receptionist offered a polite yet apologetic smile. “Mr. Zhou, I’m terribly sorry, but our hotel is fully booked tonight due to a large corporate team-building event.”

“Not a single room?” Zhou Yang’s frown deepened.

【Damn it, I can’t exactly sleep in the lobby holding her.】

【Or… take her back to Lin Mucí’s place? No, that kid finally mustered the courage to go on a date with his crush. I can’t be the third wheel.】

Just as Zhou Yang was at his wits’ end, even considering driving straight back downtown, the front desk attendant suddenly gasped, “Ah!” as if remembering something.

“Mr. Zhou, a guest just cancelled their reservation last minute and it’s the luxury suite right next to your friend’s suite. Would you like to consider that room instead?”

Zhou Yang froze, then nodded. “Yes.”

Thus, just as Lin Mucí and Gu Chaoyu had changed into their clothes and were peeking cautiously from their room doorway, they saw Zhou Yang carrying Su Wanqing, guided by a staff member, walk into the room next door.

The door slammed shut with a thud.

Lin Mucí felt relieved. He slowly retreated back into the room, plopping down onto the sofa as his inner thoughts began spinning wildly.

【What a waste! My perfect romantic date! My dream private hot spring! And just like that… gone?】

【If I’d known Zhou Yang was this dependable, this devoted to my cousin, I’d be soaking in the hot spring with Gu Chaoyu right now!!】

【But next door… next door is my cousin and Zhou Yang! A man and a woman alone! Sharing a room! Zhou Yang is even holding her! This… this is major gossip!】

【Why did they break up back then? Does Zhou Yang still like my cousin? Will she spill secrets when drunk?】

【Aaaah I wanna eavesdrop! No no, Lin Mucí, you’re a proper gentleman! How could you do such a thing!】

【But I’m just so curious!】

He fidgeted restlessly on the sofa, then grabbed his hair in frustration, twisting himself into a tangled knot.

Gu Chaoyu appeared calm as he poured water, but inside his head, he was receiving a live 3D surround-sound broadcast of Lin Mucí’s inner monologue. He struggled to suppress his laughter, his mouth aching from the effort.

This little fool was just too adorable.

During the agonizing wait for any sound from next door, Lin Mucí’s restless eyes drifted toward the “love fruit platter” Su Wanqing had sent earlier.

【Forget it, forget it. Eat some fruit to calm down. My cousin prepared it, so it must be delicious.】

He walked over, peeled back the plastic wrap covering the platter, and popped a plump red grape into his mouth.

Mmm, so sweet.

He pushed aside the top layer of grapes and strawberries piled like a small mountain, intending to grab his favorite mango chunks underneath.

Then, hidden beneath the fruit, a small square box stamped with “001” (a condom brand) suddenly came into view.

Unsurprisingly, Lin Mucí’s face flushed red again.

【Aaaaaaaaaaah!】

【Su Wanqing! You shameless old woman!】

【I’m still a pure little baby! How could you send me something like this! What is this thing doing here!】

【Oh my god! What if Gu Chaoyu sees this! What will he think of me! Will he think I’m a promiscous man!】

Lin Mucí’s first instinct upon seeing the item was to raise both hands, attempting to shield the sinful fruit platter.

Just then, Gu Chaoyu “conveniently” walked over, holding a glass of water.

His gaze lingered on the fruit platter for a second before settling on the flushed Lin Mucí.

He chuckled softly, offering the glass with a hint of teasing in his voice.

“Your cousin certainly thought of everything. Safety precautions are important.”

Lin Mucí felt his brain explode.

He wished he could instantly transform back into an orange cat, burrow into a crack in the ground, and never emerge.

“No… no! Let me explain! It’s a misunderstanding! My cousin! She put it there!” he stammered incoherently.

Gu Chaoyu watched his flustered state, his smile deepening.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the adjacent room was entirely different.

Zhou Yang exerted tremendous effort to transfer Su Wanqing who was drunk as a skunk from his arms to the bed. Seeing her soaked clothes clinging tightly to her body, an internal battle raged within him.

Ultimately, he resolved to change her clothes. He fetched a clean bathrobe from the bathroom, closed his eyes, and worked at the fastest pace he could muster to unbutton her wet garments, slip the robe over her, and then wrap her snugly in the quilt.

By the time he finished, he was drenched in sweat himself and collapsed onto the sofa.

【Damn it! Su Wanqing, even after we broke up, you still have to torment me like this.】

Just as Zhou Yang was about to get up to take a shower and clean himself up, Su Wanqing on the bed suddenly began to talk in her sleep.

Her voice was slurred, yet carried a hint of sobbing.

“Zhou Yang… you bastard… why won’t you believe me…”

“All you care about… is your mother… you’re a mama’s boy…”

Those disjointed drunken words pierced Zhou Yang’s heart like needles.

The exhaustion etched on his face grew more pronounced.

…

Inside the room, Lin Mucí who was still reeling from the condom disaster let curiosity triumph over shame once more. He tiptoed to the wall, pressing his ear tightly against it, trying to eavesdrop on the sounds from next door.

【Why is it so quiet? What… are they doing?】

【Could they already be…】