CFHE Chapter 37

A drunk person was as heavy as a corpse, but Wen Yu managed to carry him out of the KTV with one hand.

 

The server and lobby manager he had called to unlock the door kept following behind, bowing and apologizing, but he ignored them completely.

 

Only when he walked out the main door did he condescend to glance back and say: “I’m taking him to the hospital for examination now. If anything happens, then it’s business as usual.”

 

The lobby manager’s handsome face wrinkled like bitter melon skin: “Sir, business isn’t easy… We’re willing to compensate…”

 

“I think being human isn’t easy either,” Wen Yu curved a smile without any humor. “Put yourself in my shoes—what if this happened to your brother?”

 

Manager: “…”

 

Fu Yuhan had completely passed out. Even with all this commotion, there was no sign of him waking up, which was very abnormal unless he had drunk several cases of alcohol before Wen Yu arrived.

 

Thinking of some of Yong Rong’s “heroic deeds” from earlier years, Wen Yu was so angry he wanted to skin him alive.

 

He hailed a taxi and took him to the hospital for examination. The situation wasn’t very optimistic. While Fu Yuhan was taken for stomach pumping, Wen Yu called the police.

 

What exactly Fu Yuhan had ingested would require further testing to determine. The evidence wasn’t really sufficient. The KTV manager had been begging him not to call the police. After all, the city had been cracking down on examples these past two years. Wen Yu calling the police might not necessarily send Yong Rong to prison, but it would definitely make the KTV endure “major inspections every three days, minor inspections every two days,” which would be truly devastating.

 

Fu Yuhan woke up after the stomach pumping. Wen Yu gave a simple statement in a corner of the hospital. When he went in, he saw him sitting with his head down.

 

“Awake?” His nerves that had been taut all night inexplicably relaxed. Wen Yu walked over.

 

“…Still a bit dizzy.” Fu Yuhan shook his head, his voice hoarse. “Was I drugged?”

 

“So you knew?”

 

“What do I know?” Fu Yuhan sounded very tired. “I only felt something was wrong when I got to the bathroom. I really didn’t notice when I was drugged… I thought it was just my poor alcohol tolerance. Besides, I drank several types of alcohol tonight. Doesn’t mixing drinks make you drunk easily?”

 

“Mm.”

 

“What drug was I given?” Fu Yuhan asked. “The doctors won’t say either.”

 

“Because they don’t know either. It needs to be tested to determine.” Wen Yu lowered his gaze, looking down at his pale face. “But it’s nothing more than those few things—Rohypnol, Ketamine, or gamma-hydroxybutyric acid…”

 

“…What the hell?”

 

Wen Yu was amused by his expression and chuckled softly: “It’s normal you don’t know. They’re all psychotropic drugs with hypnotic and sedative effects. Domestic control is relatively strict. If these things aren’t used for treatment, they can be classified very seriously… Don’t worry, I’ll definitely make Yong Rong pay.”

 

Fu Yuhan opened his mouth.

 

“Still don’t understand?” Wen Yu said. “Oh, some ‘improper’ people sell them as ‘date rape drugs.’ Is that clear enough?”

 

Fu Yuhan: “…”

 

His blank expression was truly entertaining. Wen Yu couldn’t help but reach out and ruffle his fluffy hair: “I already told you that boys need to be careful when going out too.”

 

“Even if I were a girl who’s 1.5 meters tall and so thin the wind could blow me over, I wouldn’t think about being date raped when going out, would I?” Fu Yuhan was speechless. He sighed lightly. “Hey, can I borrow your sofa tonight? I’m so sleepy.”

 

Wen Yu’s eyes moved as he looked at him quietly.

 

Fu Yuhan felt awkward under his gaze and added as if making excuses: “I reek of alcohol. Going home would require explanations. Too troublesome.”

 

For a moment, Wen Yu didn’t want to agree.

 

This person came when he wanted and left when he didn’t need to, as if his home was some kind of hotel you could stay at anytime. It was really annoying.

 

But he quickly realized this sounded like he was hoping for someone to come stay.

 

Wen Yu really wasn’t that lonely.

 

So he just remained silent for a moment, then nodded nobly: “Fine.”

 

Although his stomach had been pumped, there was still residual alcohol. Fu Yuhan had been busy all day, and after getting in the car, he drowsily fell asleep again.

 

The dim streetlights slid across his skin that was so pale it reflected light, vaguely like a layer of glaze.

 

Wen Yu turned his face, his examining gaze brazenly sweeping back and forth in the small back seat space, his stern face showing no expression.

 

After an unknown amount of time.

 

He withdrew his gaze, looking down at his own palm.

 

He clenched his hand, then released it.

 

He smirked: “…Psycho.”

 

Fu Yuhan wasn’t sleeping deeply, his mind muddled, mixing several dreams together. Even when Wen Yu woke him up, his brain was still confused.

 

“We’re here,” Wen Yu pulled him, “get out.”

 

Alcohol, sleep—coming out of the warm car, Fu Yuhan immediately sneezed: “So cold.”

 

“You knew to tell me to bring an umbrella,” Wen Yu looked back at him, pulled his zipper all the way down, took off his jacket and put it over Fu Yuhan’s head, “but didn’t know to add a layer of clothing—tomorrow’s a typhoon day, the weather forecast says it’ll rain.”

 

When Fu Yuhan left home in the morning, it wasn’t this cold at all. He really had grievances he couldn’t voice.

 

The jacket still had residual body warmth. Fu Yuhan even faintly smelled Wen Yu’s scent, which was extremely awkward. If he had any choice, he absolutely wouldn’t put this jacket on.

 

“Aren’t you cold?” He sniffled, looking at Wen Yu in short sleeves.

 

“Not cold, I wasn’t asleep.” Wen Yu walked forward with his hands in his pockets. “Just a few steps to get home.”

 

It was already 5 AM without them noticing. Fu Yuhan was so sleepy he could transform into a butterfly and meet the Duke of Zhou any minute, but Wen Yu was like nothing had happened. Halfway there, worried he might fall asleep on the road, he came back to pull him.

 

When the burning palm gripped his slightly cool wrist, Fu Yuhan was thoroughly startled by the heat.

 

If he wasn’t so tired…

 

Forget it.

 

He followed closely behind Wen Yu, passing through the water-like tranquility of the residential complex.

 

The garden lights stretched their shadows long.

 

Honestly, Fu Yuhan couldn’t remember at all what time or with what movements he entered Wen Yu’s home.

 

When he opened his eyes, he was stunned for a while before recognizing from the almost lightless darkness that he was lying on a bed.

 

He hadn’t showered and felt uncomfortable.

 

The room with its closed door and drawn curtains was filled with the stuffy smell of long sleep, tempting him to continue indulging in the covers. But Fu Yuhan was at least awake now, and he remembered today was Monday.

 

What time was it?

 

Where’s my phone?

 

After fumbling around for a while, he didn’t find his phone but found a person beside him.

 

Even with his eyes closed, he could tell it was Wen Yu, which scared Fu Yuhan so much he almost rolled off the bed.

 

What the hell?!

 

Worse yet, Wen Yu actually opened his eyes, clearly in a bad mood from being woken up, his unclear voice suppressing anger: “What are you doing?”

 

“…Why am I in your bed?”

 

“Otherwise?” Wen Yu frowned. “You’re not feeling well. If I put you on the sofa and you catch a cold and get sick, whose responsibility would that be?”

 

“But we don’t need to sleep together…”

 

“This is my home,” Wen Yu was even more impatient, “should I go sleep on the sofa?”

 

“…” Fu Yuhan had nothing to say.

 

“If nothing’s wrong, don’t make noise. I’ll sleep a bit more.” Wen Yu turned over, facing him with the back of his head.

 

“…Bro,” Fu Yuhan twitched his mouth, a bit embarrassed, “one last question—where’s my phone?”

 

“Find it yourself on the nightstand.”

 

If he continued talking, Wen Yu might explode. Fu Yuhan didn’t want to annoy him, so he fumbled in the dark to find his phone on the nightstand.

 

His outer clothes and pants from yesterday were also placed there. Fu Yuhan was afraid the clothes would fall to the floor and make noise, so he spent extra time finding his phone that was pressed underneath.

 

Then came the problem.

 

Setting aside the missed calls and unread messages, it was now 11:30 AM on Monday, and he was still lying in bed.

 

“Wen Yu??” Fu Yuhan said incredulously, “Don’t you remember we have school today?”

 

Wen Yu propped himself up with both hands, raised his head, let out a long breath, then rolled his eyes.

 

Then he suddenly sprang up and pressed Fu Yuhan’s shoulders, pushing him against the headboard.

 

At such close distance, Fu Yuhan could clearly see Wen Yu’s dark, brooding eyes.

 

“I remember. I asked for leave for you. I dealt with your mess until dawn yesterday. Please save any questions until after I wake up. If you disturb me again—”

 

Fu Yuhan’s heart instinctively twitched under his dangerous tone.

 

Wen Yu said word by word: “I’ll bite you to death.”

 

“…”

 

What a cool way to threaten someone.

 

Fu Yuhan’s expression relaxed as he pushed him back onto the bed: “I was wrong, go sleep. Can I use the bathroom?”

 

“Help yourself.” Wen Yu mumbled as he wrapped himself in the covers.

 

Fu Yuhan shook his head and couldn’t help but curve his lips slightly.

 

…This bit of amusement quickly froze when he got out of bed to put on clothes.

 

Damn, he had only worn one pair of pants yesterday.

 

So when Wen Yu put him on the bed, he had also helped him take off his pants.

 

What did it feel like to lose all dignity? Fu Yuhan seemed to understand now.

 

Because of this little incident, after showering, Fu Yuhan suddenly lost the courage to go back in and sleep some more. He took his phone and ran to the living room to check his missed calls and messages.

 

There were two from Fourth Brother, saying to let him know when he woke up.

 

Fu Yuhan replied with a “chirp.”

 

Fourth Brother quickly called back: “How are you? Are you okay?”

 

“I’m fine, nothing serious.” Fu Yuhan cleared his throat.

 

His throat had been uncomfortable since the stomach pumping, and his voice was hoarse. Over the phone, he sounded very haggard.

 

Fourth Brother felt very guilty about this: “I’m really sorry. I originally thought Yong Rong was just coming to eat and drink, no big deal. I really didn’t expect him to be so despicable.”

 

“It’s fine.” Fu Yuhan asked, “Are San Mao and Bei Lin okay?”

 

“They’re fine.”

 

“Then the drug was put in my cup.” Fu Yuhan carefully recalled, “But I really didn’t notice how he did it—it was my own carelessness.”

 

“Not really.” Old Four sighed. “Yong Rong has played around a lot and has many tricks. I originally thought he had settled down these past two years, and besides, you were brought by Little Seven, so he wouldn’t do anything outrageous. Who knew… Anyway, don’t worry. For the photos you’ve already taken, regardless of whether he uses them in the end, I’ll definitely make him cough up the money. You won’t lose a penny.”

 

“Thank you, Fourth Brother.”

 

“Don’t thank me. Little Seven scolded me to death yesterday.” Old Four seemed to rub his face on the other end of the phone. “Really, if I don’t compensate you somehow, I probably can’t be friends with Little Seven anymore—I heard you want to study art, right?”

 

He had chatted with Bei Lin about college applications the day before, so it wasn’t surprising that Fourth Brother would know. Fu Yuhan didn’t want to be pretentious and acknowledged it.

 

“How about this—if you don’t mind, you can come to my studio when you have time.” Old Four said. “Except for San Mao, everyone here including me has formal training. Tutoring you for the art joint examination content is no problem.”

 

Fu Yuhan’s eyes widened: “Won’t that be too much trouble?”

 

“Not really. We have several people here. Taking turns tutoring just you won’t delay anything.” Old Four said. “Otherwise I can’t get over this hurdle in my heart, and I won’t have the face to see Little Seven again.”

 

“Then… thank you, Fourth Brother.” This time Fu Yuhan was genuinely grateful.

 

“Don’t be polite. I’ll send you the studio address later. Come over when you have time.” At this point, Old Four paused. “So… where’s Little Seven?”

 

“He’s still sleeping.”

 

“Oh…” Old Four seemed a bit hesitant.

 

“Just say what you want to say, Fourth Brother.”

 

“It’s nothing much.” Old Four chuckled. “I’m just a bit surprised—Little Seven has a big temper, but this is the first time I’ve seen him so angry. He kept insisting you were his love rival before. This kid’s problem of saying one thing and meaning another is getting worse.” He sighed. “Anyway, setting aside Yong Rong, I also wronged you this time since I organized this gathering… If you haven’t calmed down and want to make any demands, feel free to ask.”

 

“Being able to teach me art is already great, Fourth Brother.” Fu Yuhan said. “Wen Yu said he’ll handle this matter. I trust him.”

 

Old Four seemed to lose his voice, and after a long while said: “He… really, are you two really love rivals?”

 

“Mm.”

 

“…Alright,” Old Four said, “I really don’t understand young people’s interests anymore.”

 

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