The Third Year After The Breakup, He Knelt and Begged to Get Back Together - Chapter 29

Chapter 29: You Had Surgery Over a Year Ago? What…

Taking advantage of He Xian being dazed, Qi Mingfeng suddenly exerted force to shove him away. He moved as far from He Xian as possible, urgently trying to unbind the belt from his hands.

However, He Xian had tied it too tightly; he couldn’t even find a spot to use his teeth.

He Xian approached him and said, “Let me.”

Qi Mingfeng watched He Xian warily, only to find that the mockery and anger on He Xian’s face had miraculously vanished. In their place was a strange expression that Qi Mingfeng found hard to describe.

If he had to put a word to it, it was as if he were stumped by a difficult problem.

The belt was tossed casually onto the floor. Qi Mingfeng rubbed his bright red wrists, not knowing what He Xian was up to now.

After waiting for a long time without any movement from He Xian, Qi Mingfeng got off the bed from the side.

He Xian immediately asked, “Where are you going?”

Qi Mingfeng: “To shower.”

He Xian: “Oh. Then I’ll go wash in the guest room.”

He really should have showered after singing at the villa, but the atmosphere then had been too good, and both he and Zhou Zhixi had drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

Thinking about having slept through a layer of sweat, Qi Mingfeng felt uncomfortable. He rinsed himself several times before finally stepping out of the bathroom.

When he returned to the room, He Xian was already lying in bed looking at a tablet. Seeing him return, He Xian muttered something very softly, placed the tablet on the nightstand, and then said in a louder voice, “Hurry up and come to sleep.”

Qi Mingfeng had no choice but to walk over. He lay down as close to the edge of the bed as possible, turning his back to He Xian to prepare for sleep.

“Are you planning to launch an aircraft carrier in that huge gap in the middle of the bed?” He Xian said displeasedly.

Qi Mingfeng acted as if he hadn’t heard.

The next second, he was pulled back to the middle of the bed by He Xian’s arm around his waist. He Xian even pressed down on his shoulder, flipping him over like a pancake and positioning him back into the posture they used before they had fallen out.

Qi Mingfeng secretly clenched his fists.

I can’t beat him, so I’ll endure it.

He wanted to fall asleep quickly. He Xian would have to go to work tomorrow, and then he wouldn’t have to look at this face.

But he was naturally a light sleeper, and having slept for several hours in the afternoon, he couldn’t fall asleep no matter what.

He Xian couldn’t sleep either.

His mind flashed between Qi Mingfeng’s red wrists and the look of disgust in Qi Mingfeng’s eyes when looking at him. From time to time, scenes from when they were at their best—when Qi Mingfeng would proactively dive into his arms and look up to kiss him—flickered through his head.

The more he thought, the more frustrated he became. Especially sensing that Qi Mingfeng wasn’t asleep either, an anonymous fire rose again.

Qi Mingfeng couldn’t get a full night’s sleep following him this past month, yet he slept so soundly with Zhou Zhixi.

Since he couldn’t sleep now, he assumed it was because Qi Mingfeng had slept in the afternoon and wasn’t tired. But if he wasn’t tired, couldn’t he find something else to do? Would he rather keep his eyes closed and count sheep than have any interaction with him?

Was Qi Mingfeng really that repulsed by him?

He Xian finally remembered that he had forced Qi Mingfeng to stay by his side for revenge—to make Qi Mingfeng uncomfortable, perhaps then he would feel comfortable.

Thinking of this, the image of Qi Mingfeng from just now flashed before his eyes.

The black belt and the porcelain-white skin formed a sharp contrast. The top had been torn open, and the color below was gradually turning pink—he knew to what extent that pink could continue to deepen.

He Xian spoke up: “If you can’t sleep, then don’t.”

Under the dim moonlight, Qi Mingfeng kept his eyes tightly shut, his eyelids twitching slightly. He was clearly awake; he just didn’t want to deal with him.

Seeing Qi Mingfeng’s passive resistance made He Xian angry. He threw back the covers and flipped over to loom over Qi Mingfeng.

Such a large movement finally made Qi Mingfeng open his eyes. That look, a mix of annoyance and terror, was utterly foreign to He Xian. The sourness in his heart intensified, and the eroded hollow grew larger, making him desperately want to fill the void.

Qi Mingfeng’s voice was unsteady: “What are you doing…”

He Xian patted Qi Mingfeng’s face twice with the back of his hand: “Since you can’t sleep, I’ll help you burn off some energy.”

Relying on his strength, He Xian picked up the belt from the floor and forced a repeat of the scene from earlier.

He Xian didn’t consider himself particularly lustful. He couldn’t even be bothered to look at the men and women who threw themselves at him; those who were too revealing actually made him feel nauseous.

But facing Qi Mingfeng, desire always arose.

Firm, smooth muscles, misty eyes, and a voice like no other.

They clearly used the same shower gel, yet the scent on Qi Mingfeng’s body always smelled better.

In this bedroom where they had done so many things, He Xian naturally recalled beautiful images from the past, and his intention, which had mostly been to tease, began to turn sour.

Qi Mingfeng was completely unwilling to do these things with He Xian, and he resisted violently, driven by a survival instinct.

The humiliation from that night in the private room came flooding back. In his understanding, these things should only be done by two people who loved each other—or at the very least, by two consenting people venting their needs. What did it mean for him, a grown man, to be pinned down here and forced?

He turned his head to avoid a kiss. He Xian chased him and bit his neck; the dense stings of pain filled him with fear.

“If you want to do it… just… go find someone clean outside. This way, no one is happy.”

He Xian sneered: “With someone like you delivering yourself to my door, why would I go to all that trouble?”

The silk fabric was soft and slippery; a tug easily sent it sliding far down. Qi Mingfeng’s hands were tied in front of him; he wanted to pull his pajamas back up but couldn’t even reach them, only causing them to slide further down as he struggled. “Don’t you… also find me disgusting? You think I… lied to you… is there any point… in torturing each other like this?”

He Xian’s kisses traveled upward, his teeth catching the cartilage of his right ear, biting down with a bit of force as if to vent his frustration: “You owe me all of this!”

Everything went black before Qi Mingfeng’s eyes.

He owed He Xian, and he had to pay the debt in this manner.

Then what about what He Xian owed him!

Who was going to give him his life back!

No amount of kicking or punching from Qi Mingfeng worked. His breathing and heartbeat raced in anger and terror. A strong electric sensation spread from somewhere in his ear to his entire body. Following this was the derived, almost physical pain, reappearing like a maggot in his bones.

A sharp buzzing followed immediately, as if trying to hammer his brain to pieces.

Survival instinct made him beg: “He Xian, don’t do this…”

He could barely hear He Xian’s voice anymore. Black and white spots flashed before his eyes; he couldn’t even see the movement of He Xian’s lips clearly.

Noisy.

This world was so noisy.

He felt as if he had been thrown into a poor-quality old AC motor, gradually becoming a gear inside being ground down, emitting a piercing buzzing sound along with it.

“Qi Mingfeng?”

“Qi Mingfeng!!”

At first, He Xian thought Qi Mingfeng was just unwilling, but he quickly realized something was wrong. Qi Mingfeng was shaking uncontrollably and wouldn’t respond no matter how much he called him. Even though summer hadn’t fully passed, his hands and feet were ice-cold.

“Damn it!”

He Xian no longer cared about anything else. He quickly untied the belt, buttoned Qi Mingfeng’s clothes in a few strokes, and without even changing out of his own pajamas, he carried him downstairs and drove toward a private hospital he was familiar with.

As the car neared the hospital, Qi Mingfeng gradually came to, though his vision was still blurred.

Hearing movement from Qi Mingfeng, He Xian said anxiously, “Qi Mingfeng? Qi Mingfeng, say something!”

It took another half minute for Qi Mingfeng to recognize He Xian. His consciousness was still a bit hazy. Upon realizing He Xian was beside him, the images from before he lost consciousness flashed before his eyes.

He Xian’s attack had come without warning. Being controlled by someone of the same species with superior strength against his will—any resistance was futile. The terror of being forced to open his body and endure humiliation hit him like a tide.

He instinctively shrunk into the corner.

He Xian cursed under his breath and quickly locked the car door, which he had forgotten to lock in his rush to the hospital: “Don’t move around, we’re in a car.”

Qi Mingfeng’s voice was still shaking: “Where are we going?”

He Xian: “To the hospital. What happened to you just now? How are you feeling now?”

Qi Mingfeng: “I’m not going to the hospital. I’ll be fine after a little rest.”

“Bullshit,” He Xian’s brow furrowed into a deep ‘V’. “Look at yourself in the mirror. Does this look like something that gets better with ‘a little rest’?”

Qi Mingfeng said weakly: “It really will be fine after a rest…”

He Xian ignored him and kept driving.

He Xian had called the hospital on the way, and staff were waiting in front of the emergency building.

Qi Mingfeng’s clothes were soaked through with sweat. When the car door opened and the wind blew in, he couldn’t help but sneeze.

Luckily, there was a thin blanket in the back seat. He Xian wrapped him in it, took him in his arms, and strode inside.

Qi Mingfeng had regained his senses by now. He sighed, “I’m really fine. Going to the ER will at most result in two shots of glucose.”

He Xian: “Are you a doctor? If not, shut up.”

Whenever Qi Mingfeng talked to He Xian, his brain felt like it wanted to scream, so he obediently shut his mouth.

The doctor looked at his condition, had a nurse bring him some medicine, and suggested a full check-up.

Before Qi Mingfeng could say a word, He Xian already had someone lead the way.

By the time the full set was done, a light was showing on the horizon.

As every minute passed, Qi Mingfeng crawled out of that chaotic state. By the time he sat before the doctor again, only the exhaustion of staying up all night remained.

Dr. Liu was a specialist called in by the hospital director specifically for Qi Mingfeng’s condition. He was in his sixties, with white hair and deep wrinkles, but he didn’t look frightening; rather, he seemed very kind.

He carefully flipped through various reports: “Did you have head surgery at an unregulated clinic over a year ago?”

He Xian had originally come to look into Qi Mingfeng’s stress reaction from the previous night, but Dr. Liu’s first words were a bombshell. He frowned and looked at Qi Mingfeng: “You had surgery over a year ago? What illness? And you went to a black clinic?”

Qi Mingfeng didn’t really want He Xian with him during the consultation, but facing such a kind doctor, he politely stated the cause and the surgery details.

Dr. Liu: “Come here, let me see.”

Qi Mingfeng leaned over and pointed to his right ear.

When he was ill, Qi Huan had used all his money to find the best available black-market doctor. The first requirement was to save his life without damaging his hearing; the second was for the wound to be as small as possible to avoid disfigurement.

The black-market doctor had been incredibly skillful, opening the site from the inside of the ear, which is why He Xian, who shared a bed with him, had never noticed.

Dr. Liu sighed after looking: “The technique is very good, but it was done a bit late, and the recovery hasn’t been great.”

Qi Mingfeng: “Conditions were limited at the time. My relative and I did our best.”

Dr. Liu looked at He Xian suspiciously, feeling that with He Xian’s wealth, his partner shouldn’t be in this state, but he didn’t ask. He spoke to Qi Mingfeng again: “Do you usually feel uncomfortable?”

Qi Mingfeng: “I get tinnitus when under too much pressure or emotional overload, which triggers headaches. Lately, the episodes have been frequent, and the level of pain is gradually increasing.”

Dr. Liu: “You’re a singer, right? Does it happen when you sing?”

Qi Mingfeng: “Gentle, lyrical songs are fine. Simple, high-spirited ones are okay too. If I sing emotionally intense songs for a long time, it becomes unbearable.”

The doctor nodded, his expression a bit grave.

The most terrifying thing during a consultation is for a doctor to show this expression. He Xian’s tone became urgent: “What exactly is going on with him? How do we treat it?”

“Post-surgical sequelae; the episodes will become more and more severe,” Dr. Liu said after some thought. “I have two treatment plans. The first is to have another surgery. The advantage is that it won’t affect his future career. The disadvantage is the high risk, uncertain recovery results, and a certain probability of endangering the brainstem…”

He Xian: “And the second?”

Dr. Liu: “The second is conservative treatment. Just take some medicine. Usually, focus on keeping a happy mood—don’t get angry, sleep more. Even if you do get angry, vent it quickly. It basically won’t affect daily life. If you take good care for three to five years, it might recover on its own.”

Uncertain recovery results, and might endanger the brainstem.

Doesn’t that mean being paralyzed, crippled, stupid, or a vegetable?!

Since the family didn’t lack the money Qi Mingfeng would earn as a singer anyway, He Xian didn’t even ask for Qi Mingfeng’s opinion and decided: “Choose conservative treatment. Prescribe the medicine.”

Even though Qi Mingfeng had seen doctors before and knew his body’s condition, hearing the doctor’s judgment again still made him feel sad.

The post-surgical sequelae were severe. If he sang intense songs with Zhou Zhixi in private for too long, he would get tinnitus. It wasn’t that he looked down on lyrical love songs, but he liked many, many genres. In terms of music, he had great ambition. Furthermore, this was just singing in private; if he released a single, he might be able to handle it by extending the production period. But a full-immersion event like a concert was out of the question.

If given the chance, he still wanted to return to the stage.

Since they chose conservative treatment, there was no point staying in the hospital. Once they got the medicine, the two left.

On the way, He Xian’s face was so dark it could drip ink. He couldn’t help asking before they even got home, “Why didn’t you tell me about the surgery?”

Qi Mingfeng: “You never asked.”

He Xian: “If I don’t ask, you can’t say it?!”

Who would randomly ask a twenty-something young man who looks healthy if he’s had any surgery in the last two years?

Qi Mingfeng didn’t respond.

He Xian had naturally heard the doctor’s instructions as well. He was already a bit short-tempered, but he tried his best to make his tone sound less harsh: “How did your ear get like that? What else haven’t you told me about these past two years?”

Qi Mingfeng: “An accident.”

He Xian: “Qi Mingfeng!”

Qi Mingfeng turned his head to look out the window, completely ignoring He Xian’s anger.

He Xian took a deep breath: “You are currently my legal partner. I have the duty and responsibility to know your situation.”

Qi Mingfeng: “If you want a divorce, I have time whenever you want.”

He Xian really wanted to turn around and drive back to have the doctor prescribe him some medicine too.

Who exactly was the one angering whom every day?

He slammed his foot on the accelerator: “I told you, in your dreams.”

If Qi Mingfeng wouldn’t say it, he’d check it himself!