After that day, the lifestyle of Zhishu He and Wenxu Jiang changed a lot. Wenxu Jiang knew well he had gone too far and felt guilty, so he was attentive to Zhishu He as compensations. Zhishu He, however, showed an indifference which had never existed before. He was even more reluctant to speak after his tongue was hurt, or to be embraced or kissed by Jiang. Finally, He even moved to the guest room.
"What do you want on earth?" Seeing that Zhishu He was packing up as if he planned to settle in the guest room from now on, Wenxu Jiang could not help getting angry.
Zhishu He still remained silence and kept on packing.
"You haven't spoken to me for days! I called Jingwen and he said you should be fine now. If you had anything in mind, just tell me directly. Don't torture me endlessly!" The more Wenxu Jiang said, the more he felt wronged, and at last he pulled off his apron and threw the spatula. "Why is there so much trouble between two big men? You are so affectedly unreasonable! When do you plan to stop giving me the cold shoulder?! How come the elder you get, the more you act like a woman?"
Zhishu He stood there stunned for a moment. It took him a long while to recover from the shock and sadness. He did not quite believe what he had just heard.
It was not just women that were in the weak position, became more and more forbearing and silent, and got more and more vulnerable.
"Wenxu Jiang, do you think I can't live without you?" Zhishu He had not spoken for a long time, so his voice was hoarse, unexpectedly, as if every word choked with blood.
Wenxu Jiang stopped accusing and wiped his hands clean to fill the bowl with rice. His tone, accordingly, turned into a gentle ingratiation, "Nope. My Zhishu will always live to the ripe old age whatever happens." He just intended to force Zhishu He to say a few words to him. Anything was ok, even name-calling would make him feel safe as if it could prove that he still owned the love of this person.
Zhishu He's eyes turned red in anger. For the first time in his life, he became violent and out of control. "Fuck you! Wenxu Jiang! Do you think I'm flirting with you? Do you think I am earning your attention for suffering from neglect and injustice? Do you really think I can't live without you? It's just fourteen years, isn't it?! Just fourteen years..."
Wenxu Jiang was shocked by the sudden explosion of Zhishu's rage. He had not had time to think more, but instinctively felt that what happened now was rare and inexplicable.
Zhishu He had been depressed for too long, and once his emotion was released, he could not control himself. He smashed two vases with dry branches of plum blossom in the living room. The ground was strewn with the broken porcelain mixed with remains of flowers. Nothing in hand, Zhishu He rushed into the kitchen. Wenxu Jiang did not have any reaction until Zhishu He smashed the bowl in Jiang's hand.
"Zhishu He! All right. Stop it now. Stop it okay? Come on. Stop it..." Wenxu Jiang held Zhishu He firmly in his arms, and at that moment he was really afraid that Zhishu He would rushed back into the kitchen to fetch a kitchen knife.
Zhishu He could not manage to free himself from Jiang by violent struggles, so he angrily bit Wenxu Jiang's arm. Wenxu Jiang felt so painful that he let Zhishu He go on conditioned reflex.
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The Decade of Deep Love (English Version BL novel)
RomanceThey had been together since high school. Together, they faced the cold faces of their parents and the satirical or disdainful eyes of others, started a business and experienced all kinds of ups and downs. When their company was on the right track...