"Yanye, can you come over? I feel really sick right now!"
"It's too late!"
"But I really do feel awful, as if I'm going to die!"
Ruxiang started crying on the phone.
Zhuo Jian actually didn't find such a voice pitiable; she rather thought it was being dramatic, but of course, she couldn't say that.
"I'll call the doctor right away, you just lie in bed and don't move around, understand?"
After Fu Yanye hung up the phone, he immediately dialed another number, Ruxiang's attending physician.
He knew everything about Ruxiang, yet he couldn't even remember her age!
Isn't it ironic?
When he was at home suffering from a severe stomach ache, asking her to help find medicine, he couldn't even bring himself to tell Ruxiang.
Hmm, love and not love, indeed they are different!
How ironic!
The car finally quieted down again, and Zhuo Jian, feeling she had delayed Fu Yanye from seeing his moonlight, asked awkwardly, "If you're not in pain anymore, go see Sister Ruxiang first. Just drop me off on the roadside; it's easy to get a taxi here."
"Don't you know about the several sleazy cases in the city lately?"
Fu Yanye retorted with a question.
"..."
She really didn't know!
"I'll drop you off then go see her!"
Fu Yanye said irritably.
And sure enough, as he said, he dropped her off at the hospital entrance and then turned around and left.
Zhuo Jian stood at the hospital entrance, looking at her empty hands, and couldn't help but sigh.
They had been married for three years, and besides two marriage certificates, they had nothing, including a wedding ring!
Fu Yanye left the hospital for the club. When Su Bai arrived, he had already had a few drinks; Su Bai sat down beside him: "Why are you out drinking so late? Don't need to keep Ruxiang company?"
"How could I possibly keep her company so late?"
Fu Yanye answered indifferently, slowly savoring the liquid in his glass.
After hearing that, Su Bai couldn't help but laugh: "Then who do you want to keep company with so late?"
Fu Yanye's eyes darkened, suddenly falling silent.
"Keep company with little sister Jian? But you seem to detest her, could it be someone else?"
Su Bai murmured gossipingly.
"Don't touch her in the future."
Fu Yanye suddenly said that.
Su Bai's eyes nearly popped out: "What's wrong with just hugging her? It's the kind of affection a brother has for a sister. Haven't you noticed she's very lonely? Can't you see she's starved for love?"
"It shouldn't be you!"
Fu Yanye said and took another sip of his drink.
"Then who should it be? You? You are her lawful husband, you can love her, but do you?"
Su Bai asked him excitedly, always feeling that Fu Yanye's words meant, "You can't touch her, she is clean, and you are dirty!"
Damn, they were half-brothers who grew up together wearing the same pants!
He, with his severe germophobia, didn't disdain women, yet he disdained his own brother?
Fu Yanye grew even more irritated and finished the remaining drink in his glass.
"You don't love her, not only do you not love her, but you're also about to divorce. Your love is for Ruxiang, steadfast for over a decade."
"Is it?"
Fu Yanye countered.
"Isn't it? All these years, only Ruxiang could touch you. Think about it, has any other woman touched you? Your germophobia is so bad that if someone touches you, you'd almost want to peel your skin off."
Su Bai reminded him.
"No!"
Fu Yanye suddenly thought of Zhuo Jian.
"No? Who else has touched you?"
Su Bai was genuinely curious.
"Zhuo Jian!"
He uttered the name, and his fingers paused on the glass.
It was as though time also stopped.
"Zhuo Jian? You let her touch you? That doesn't disgust you?"
"She is very clean! So don't you touch her!"
Fu Yanye didn't forget to continue to remind him.
Su Bai wanted to curse, but in the end, he just snorted: "You have a problem."
"What's the problem?"
"You actually won't let me touch little sister Jian, and you said she's very pure. How do you know she's still pure after three years abroad? Does she have to save that layer of purity for you, a man who doesn't love her?"
Su Bai suggested he shouldn't idealize everything.
Fu Yanye looked at him, "We are husband and wife!"
"It's just a marriage in name without any substance! You're just helping each other out with unnecessary troubles, right? All the brothers know!"
"Our marriage is protected by the law!"
"So what?"
"She can't commit adultery while married!"
"Uh! And, can you?"
"Naturally, I can't either!"
"..."
Su Bai took a sharp breath and quickly moved closer to him again, "So are you trying to say that, in all these years with Ruxiang, nothing ever happened between you?"
"She's a patient, how could I do such a thing?"
"..."
Su Bai was shocked by this answer.
Yanye's phone rang again; it was still Ruxiang. He continued not to answer, and Su Bai, watching this, couldn't help but question, "Why don't you answer?"
"It's too late!"
He said indifferently, turned off his phone, but then switched it on again soon after.
"Why did you turn it back on?"
"Jian might have something important!"
"Ah, Jian?"
Su Bai couldn't stand it any longer, what was this guy's deal?
"She's in a difficult situation right now, my mother-in-law, she's not doing well."
"Your mother-in-law? You're doing a stellar job as a son-in-law in name, but soon you'll be able to shed that burden."
"What do you mean?"
"Haven't you already signed the divorce agreement?"
"She signed it!"
"Hm! What do you mean?"
Su Bai was puzzled again.
"I've been too busy lately to sign it!"
"..."
Inside, Su Bai's heart was pounding with fury. This guy was not just a clean freak; he was seriously ill, terminally ill with cancer!
Su Bai didn't want to talk to him further but sent a message to Zhuo Jian instead.
Zhuo Jian received Su Bai's WeChat message.
"Little sister Jian, brother wants to ask you, if a guy pursued you now, would you consider it?"
Zhuo Jian: "I would after the divorce!"
Su Bai finally felt a bit more at ease and showed the message to Fu Yanye.
After seeing the message, Fu Yanye couldn't help but frown. He also had Zhuo Jian on WeChat, but the type he hadn't contacted for eight hundred years.
"How do you have her WeChat?"
Fu Yanye took his phone, glanced at the date when they became friends, then silently moved to her Moments.
Her last post in Moments was at the airport, with a suitcase he recognized.
"She must be going home, I guess!"
What do you mean, "I guess"?
Fu Yanye handed back the phone and after leaving the club, the car stopped in front of the hospital.
The driver turned to look at his boss staring into the hospital yet not moving and asked, "Mr. Fu, aren't you going in?"
"Hmm!"
"..."
The driver wanted to finish his shift, but ultimately had to sit properly in the front, raise the partition for his boss, and then secretly text his girlfriend.
Fu Yanye watched the dark windows of the hospital. He had never felt for the person inside the exhilarating feeling described in books. He did not love her!
It was habit, right?
That name had been written next to his own for three years now!
He couldn't help but question his own actions these past few days, but soon he came up with an answer.
Fu Yanye later opened his WeChat conversation with her, realizing they had been friends for quite some time, but the chat was completely empty.
He then opened her Moments again, huh?
Why couldn't he see anything?