CH 9.1

“LITTLE DUMMY”

After meeting the old Chinese doctor, Wen Zhi took the prescription and grabbed the medicine. And asked the pharmacy to make the medicine tasty so that it would not be bitter to his precious husband.

Before leaving, Wen Zhi bumped into Chen Yu at the door. Chen Yu looked at him with a strange expression, putting his hands in his pockets, “Wen Zhi.”

Wen Zhi turned around, “You are?”

Chen Yu remembered that Wen Zhi had lost his memory, “I’m Mingchen’s friend.”

Wen Zhi said, “Oh,” and looked at the pretty boy beside Chen Yu, his imagination running wild.

Chen Yu stared at the Chinese medicine bag in his arms and suppressed a smile, “Is this for Mingchen?”

Wen Zhi’s gaze flinched as he shielded the Chinese herbal medicine behind his legs and made up a lie, “No, I need to recover my health lately, so I just took some Chinese herbal medicine.”

Chen Yu could see the look of guilty conscience in him but did not try to expose his lies, But until Wen Zhi left, he kept his eyes on Wen Zhi’s back.

The boy next to him said with jealousy, “That guy is so pretty.”

Chen Yu laughed and explained to him, “My friend’s wife, he’s in the middle of a divorce. Originally he didn’t love my friend, but he ended up having brain damage after the car accident, and then suddenly fell in love with my friend.”

The boy pondered, “Brain damage? I’m afraid that he might have liked him for quite a while.”

Chen Yu thought for a moment, “I’m not sure.”

Over here, Wen Zhi went home and secretly put the Chinese medicine in his suitcase. The pharmacy helped him boil the herbs in advance for his convenience and made them into liquid bags for easy carrying.

The doctor had said that there was no way to prescribe the right medicine since Si Mingchen was not there in person, so he could only prescribe something that all men could drink to tonify their qi (Vital energy) and increase their sexual desire. It could not be considered a medicine.

Wen Zhi felt that the doctor had a point, and that medicine should not be taken indiscriminately.

Apart from the Chinese medicine, there were also some daily necessities, clothes and a small winter melon doll, which were all packed into the suitcase by Wen Zhi.

His trip this time was not only for recording a variety show, but also for a serious battle to defend his marriage.

On the way home, he looked up treatment options for sexual incompetence and he found that the behaviour of the other half was also important.

For example, maybe when they were intimate and Si Mingchen couldn’t do it, he had shown a disappointed expression to Si Mingchen.

Another example, every time after the incident, he always turned his back and sighed at Si Mingchen.

These behaviours gradually undermined Si Mingchen’s self-confidence and made him more and more incapable.

Wen Zhi faces the wall and confesses his sins for three minutes, determined to win back Si Mingchen’s love in this variety show recording.

That night, when Si Mingchen returned home, he was surprised to find that Wen Zhi was not clinging to him, but rather looking serious.

He asked Wen Zhi what’s wrong, but Wen Zhi just shook his head solemnly, and obediently peeled fresh lychees for him to eat.

This state continued until bedtime, when Si Mingchen, who was working in his study, received a loving warm coffee from Wen Zhi.

“Thank you.” Si Mingchen didn’t pay attention to it, his mind was all on Wen Zhi, and after tasting the coffee, his eyebrows furrowed and he almost spat it out.

“What is this?”

Wen Zhi was startled, he took two steps backwards and then collapsed directly on the floor.

Si Mingchen: “…”

Wen Zhi started his emotional drama, his nasal voice was heavy, “I used a lot of money to get a medical prescription from the old Chinese doctor, to regulate our bodies, which can make us healthier.”

Si Mingchen put down his coffee cup and walked towards him, reaching out his hand, “Drama queen.”

Wen Zhi snorted, “You were the one who was too mean just now.”

Si Mingchen pulled him up, his voice was low, “Don’t drink medicine without being sick, it’s not good for your health.”

Wen Zhi explained, “Modern young people are overworked, this is a remedy for nourishment, not a medicine.”

Si Mingchen didn’t say anything this time, he walked to the desk and drank the whole glass of medicine.

Wen Zhi grinned, “My Husband is great!”

He didn’t do well in the past, causing Si Mingchen to get hurt. In the future, he must often encourage Si Mingchen and let him regain his confidence.

This night, Wen Zhi did not cling to Si Mingchen to sleep with him, and slept peacefully by himself with his little melon in his arms.

It was a rare occasion that he was not pestered, so Si Mingchen was a little surprised.

Standing outside the bedroom, he looked at Wen Zhi’s buttocks, which had been raised by sleeping on the little melon, and closed the bedroom door.