My Husband Got Beaten Up

Zhao Yuheng's father's phone was on speakerphone, and Zhao Yuheng's mother heard it too.

After the other end of the conversation fell silent, she spoke up: "Is that theory still correct? It was never correct!"

"Back then, our youngest son had physiological nausea from homosexuality, and you forced him to watch gay films, causing him to vomit so much he couldn't eat and lose a lot of weight. Have you forgotten?"

At this point, Zhao Yuheng's mother became extremely angry.

Her husband is good in every way, except he's too much of a chauvinist and always has the final say.

They always say that you can't spoil your son; you have to teach him to face difficulties and become a strong and upright man.

What kind of twisted logic is that? Some suffering is unnecessary to endure, yet people insist on forcing themselves to suffer.

She couldn't win against him, and there was really nothing she could do.

"Okay, don't be angry anymore, don't be angry anymore."

Zhao Yuheng's father smiled and comforted him, "Isn't everything fine now?"

"Look at our son, he's tall and strong, and we've raised him quite well, aren't we? Aren't you satisfied?"

Zhao Yuheng's mother glanced at him, not wanting to talk to him: "You can sleep on the sofa tonight, I don't want to sleep with you."

This old man just likes to play both sides. Look at what he's raised his youngest son to be like, and he's still satisfied?

Satisfied with these skewers!

After saying that, she stormed upstairs, locked the door, and completely ignored the man knocking and begging for mercy outside.

……

Jin Bao'er was moved to a regular ward and is now asleep.

The doctor said he had respiratory acidosis and may have suffered significant psychological trauma in the past.

This time, she suffered a mental shock, which is why she couldn't control her screaming.

I also told him not to subject him to such stimulation again, as his throat was injured from shouting and he needed to rest.

Zhao Yuheng memorized everything, his fingers clenching tightly.

He sat by the hospital bed, looking at the sleeping Jin Bao'er, whose face was still pale.

Her long eyelashes drooped, like a wounded little animal, her regret intensified, a dense, throbbing pain.

Just then, Hu Xiaowen rushed in: "How is it? How is it?"

"The doctor said that resting will help me recover."

"What exactly happened?"

"Let's talk outside."

Zhao Yuheng tucked the blanket around Jin Bao'er, moving so gently that he wouldn't disturb him, and then took Hu Xiaowen outside.

……

"What?! You just stood by and watched Jin Bao'er get bullied?"

Upon hearing this, Hu Xiaowen clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned bluish-white.

Zhao Yuheng lowered his head, remained silent, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

"Zhao Yuheng, are you even a man? Even if they're classmates, you wouldn't just abandon them, would you? You're so heartless!"

Hu Xiaowen's insults grew increasingly fierce, but Zhao Yuheng remained silent.

The harsher he cursed, the more relieved he felt, as if it could atone for his sins.

"Jin Bao'er must be blind to have fallen for a man like you!"

After Hu Xiaowen finished speaking, he spat and turned to go into the ward to see Jin Bao'er.

That night, Zhao Yuheng sat in the corridor all night.

Freshly shaved stubble has spread all over his chin, giving it a raw, unripe look.

The corridor lights flickered, casting his lonely shadow.

The next morning, Zhao Yuheng was thinking of buying some breakfast for the two of them when someone called his name as soon as he got up.

He turned around and punched him in the face.

"Zhao Yuheng, you're a fucking liar!"

Zhao Yuheng didn't react in time and took a solid punch, his head accidentally hitting the wall, causing him to groan in pain.

Liu Yu lunged forward and grabbed his collar: "What did you promise me? You said you'd protect him, and this is how you protect him?!"

When Liu Yu heard that his brother had been bullied and hospitalized, he asked what had happened and rushed over by taxi without even attending class.

I never expected that this bastard would be the first one I encountered.

Knowing he was in the wrong, Zhao Yuheng neither retorted nor fought back.

Despite being half a head taller and stronger than his opponent, with muscles radiating power, he let Liu Yu grab him like a block of wood.

He even felt a sense of relief when the fist landed on his face.

This pain is worth one ten-thousandth of what he owes Jin Bao'er.

"This is a hospital. If you want to fight, go outside. Don't cause trouble here."

Hu Xiaowen came out of the ward and called out to the two of them.

They had already attracted a lot of onlookers, with pointing and whispering eyes fixed on them.

Finally, Liu Yu grabbed Zhao Yuheng's clothes and pulled him outside.

He was dragged out of the hospital like that, staggering, but he didn't resist.

On the hospital lawn, Zhao Yuheng was punched to the ground again, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and seeping into the stubble on his chin, making him look somewhat disheveled.

There was no anger on his face, but rather a sense of relief and joy. He simply lay sprawled on the lawn, letting the cold wind brush against his cheeks.

Liu Yu straddled him, grabbed his collar, and tried to hit him again.

Hu Xiaowen rushed over and pushed the person away: "Stop fighting, or something serious will really happen."

Hu Xiaowen looked at Liu Yu, who was bristling with anger; he had never seen her so protective of her own before.

Jin Bao'er's cousin always likes to ask Jin Bao'er for pocket money, and he actually dislikes him quite a bit.

But they were unfamiliar with the area north of Beijing, and Jin Bao'er was their only relative, so they could only turn to him when they needed help.

That's why we called him over this time, but we didn't expect him to actually beat up Zhao Yuheng.

That was satisfying, and it meant that the pocket money Jinbao gave me wasn't wasted.

Hu Xiaowen crossed his arms and coldly looked down at Zhao Yuheng, who was lying sprawled on the lawn:

"Zhao Yuheng, from now on, you go your own way."

"Let's cross our own narrow bridge, and don't bother our Jinbao'er again."

This straight man just doesn't get it right. He's straight, and the other person is gay; it's good enough if they can just be friends.

He can be a friend, but he won't stand up for them when they're bullied; he finds them disgusting when they're his romantic partner.

Such a foolish man is truly speechless.

After saying that, he pulled Liu Yu toward the hospital, really afraid that this kid would beat Zhao Yuheng up again.

Zhao Yuheng didn't fight back, and it's unclear what he was being stubborn about.

When the two returned to the ward, Jin Bao'er had already woken up.

I saw them manage a forced smile, their eyes glancing back with a barely perceptible expectation.

"Don't bother looking anymore, they're gone."

Hu Xiaowen said irritably.

Jin Bao'er lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealing the disappointment in them.

Although he was in a daze at the time, he felt as if he had fallen into a familiar embrace, with the smell of sunshine and sweat, and felt very safe and at ease.

He felt that it must be Zhao Yuheng, who had come back to save him; he wasn't that heartless.

Of course, he wasn't that pathetic; he wouldn't be so grateful if someone slapped him and then gave him a treat.

He wanted to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a tearing pain shot through his throat.

I couldn't help but frown, and decided to stop talking.

After a long while, there was a knock on the ward door, and Liu Yu went to open it.

"What are you doing here?"

Liu Yu looked at Zhao Yuheng and asked in an annoyed tone, her brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a mosquito.

"I bought you some breakfast, have some."

The bloodstains at the corner of Zhao Yuheng's mouth had dried a bit; it looked like he had just wiped them off haphazardly with his hand.

There was still a bit of blood on his chin, but the breakfast bag he was carrying was tightly covered.

"Get out! We'd rather starve than eat your food!"

As Liu Yu spoke, she began to push him with considerable force.

Jin Bao'er tugged at Hu Xiaowen's sleeve with her finger, her eyes pleading.

Hu Xiaowen could tell what he was thinking just by looking at his pitiful eyes, and sighed helplessly.

"Alright, we'll take the things. You can go back and rest now."

Hu Xiaowen stepped forward and took all the breakfast that Zhao Yuheng had bought.

Seeing that the tall guy was still peering inside with his neck stretched out like a large dog admitting its mistake, I was speechless: "Alright, go back and rest. Come back this afternoon."

After saying that, he pulled Liu Yu inside and closed the door.

Zhao Yuheng seemed to stand at the door for a while, raising his hand as if to knock, his fingertips hovering on the door panel, yet he dared not knock.

Finally, they slowly left, their footsteps fading into the distance.

Hu Xiaowen opened the breakfast menu, her eyes lighting up: "Wow, it's from Huatianju!"

"It's just Huatianju, it's not like I haven't eaten there before."

Despite her apparent disdain, Liu Yu quickly picked up a bowl of porridge and started drinking it.