Chapter 34 You will come to pick me up, right?
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Song Youji’s emotions were so complex that it was hard to express in words. He asked Zhao Jiu, “Do you know what you’re saying?”
Zhao Jiu’s gaze began to wander, but he still nodded firmly, “I can change the things you don’t like about me, as long as you can… like me.”
“… ” Song Youji felt like there was cotton stuck in his throat. Some questions he wanted to verify seemed to have some clues now, but he didn’t know how to bring them up.
The effects of the medication kicked in; Zhao Jiu leaned in to kiss him. His hands were loosely placed on Song Youji’s waist, wanting to touch, yet trying hard to restrain himself.
“Zhao Jiu, why do you want me to like you?” Song Youji grabbed his arm, avoiding his kisses.
A hint of hurt flashed in Zhao Jiu’s eyes. He bit down on the back of Song Youji’s neck with a fierce bite, showing strength but not really hurting him, just gently grinding. Unable to endure, Song Youji let out a low moan. Zhao Jiu paused for a moment and then intensified his actions.
Song Youji covered his mouth, the other hand grabbing Zhao Jiu’s hair. “Answer my questions first. If you continue like this, I won’t talk to you anymore…”
As soon as he said this, Zhao Jiu did stop. His forehead rested on Song Youji’s shoulder, his voice muffled, “I don’t know.”
Seeing Song Youji coming to find Sang Tong, he was both angry and aggrieved. He knew Sang Tong liked Song Youji, and he knew the weight of Sang Tong in Song Youji’s heart. He had joined the rescue association for Sang Tong. Zhao Jiu was afraid. Afraid that Sang Tong would confess, more afraid that Song Youji would agree. In that case, Song Youji would definitely leave him.
Those few hours waiting outside Sang Tong’s house felt like centuries to Zhao Jiu. Countless times, he wanted to rush in, take Song Youji away, preferably to a place only he could find, where no one else could covet.
But he didn’t dare.
He was afraid of seeing a disgusted expression on Song Youji’s face, making Song Youji hate him. That would be more unbearable than death.
The possessiveness towards Song Youji made him into a trapped beast in the jungle. He didn’t even have the energy to think about the source of these thoughts. The desire deep inside him told him that Song Youji should be his, and no one should take him away.
“I might, maybe…” Zhao Jiu’s head was dizzy, his headache was splitting, and only by looking into Song Youji’s eyes could he regain a bit of clarity.
Song Youji touched his forehead, saying anxiously, “Zhao Jiu, you need to go to the hospital now.”
“I… I… I haven’t figured it out yet.”
“Don’t think about it. Let go of me; I need to drive.”
Zhao Jiu held onto him and refused to let go. Song Youji, weaker than him, got his anger back. “Zhao Jiu, if you don’t let go, I’ll throw you out, let you die on the road.”
“Youji, I…” The emotions that were about to overflow wanted to find an outlet.
Seeing Zhao Jiu like this, Song Youji felt both distressed and angry. He sternly said, “Zhao Jiu, do you still refuse to admit that you like me?!”
!!!
Yes, like, he likes Song Youji.
Zhao Jiu realized he cared for Song Youji not just because of his own stubbornness and competitiveness. He never thought about it; he could use the word ‘like’ to describe his feelings for Song Youji.
The wild beast trapped in the woods finally found its way out, and Zhao Jiu’s face showed a relieved smile. He kissed Song Youji’s lips and said, “It’s not just like.”
“Youji, I love you.”
It began in his youth, during a time of innocence, an affection he himself had not even realized.
The confession of love from Zhao Jiu was like thunder on a spring day, stirring up layers of waves in Song Youji’s heart. This emotion was completely different from when Sang Tong confessed.
Song Youji was stunned for a moment. Crimson climbed up his cheeks. He pushed away the already confused Zhao Jiu, “I’ll take you to the hospital first.”
Zhao Jiu’s head was about to explode, but he still managed to flip to the passenger seat. Clutching onto Song Youji’s clothes, he felt relieved and passed out.
The doctor on duty at the hospital was a mixed-race Beta, with a Western face, black hair, and eyes. When Song Youji helped Zhao Jiu in, the doctor immediately stood up, surprised, “Mr. Song, why are you here?”
He was named Mond, a colleague of Sang Tong. Song Youji had met him before and had some contact. Mond was also an experienced doctor.
Meeting an acquaintance, Song Youji relaxed a bit. He threw Zhao Jiu onto the bed, saying, “This guy took seven tubes of potent Alpha suppressant.”
Mond was shocked, “How could this happen!”
Song Youji said, “His overall health is usually good, but he’s been having a fever. Please check him, should be okay, right?”
Mond realized, “He’s an S-class Alpha, no wonder. An ordinary Alpha would have gone mad with this dosage, but looking at him, there shouldn’t be a big problem.”
Song Youji sighed in relief. Zhao Jiu had indeed gone mad. Hearing Mond’s reply, he said, “Thank you, Doctor.”
Mond carefully examined Zhao Jiu’s face and suddenly enlightened, “He’s an S-class Alpha. No wonder. An ordinary Alpha would have gone mad with this dosage, but looking at him, there shouldn’t be a big problem.”
Song Youji felt that Zhao Jiu had indeed gone mad. Hearing Mond’s reply, he sighed in relief, “Thank you, Doctor.”
Mond wrote a page of notes on the medical record as if drawing a spell and went to get medicine for Zhao Jiu. In the hospital room, only Song Youji and the unconscious Zhao Jiu were left.
Looking at Zhao Jiu’s sleeping face, Song Youji, who had just woken up, belatedly began to worry: What if Zhao Jiu wakes up and insists on an answer?
He does have feelings for Zhao Jiu; to say there’s no affection would be a lie. But the matter of the engagement has always been stuck in his heart. The disparity in their identities, the misunderstanding and insults from the world are obstacles that Song Youji cannot overcome.
Ah…
Why not just pretend to have amnesia? Song Youji thought helplessly.
He had a busy night. Mond had just given Zhao Jiu an injection, and Song Youji, too exhausted, laid down on the bedside and fell asleep, maintaining this position until dawn.
When he woke up, he had an extra blanket on him. Thinking it was placed by Mond, he lifted his head and saw Zhao Jiu staring at him, looking spirited with bright eyes.
“Morning.” Song Youji moved his gaze away.
“Youji, I love you,” Zhao Jiu said.
“…” Song Youji’s ears turned red. He pretended not to hear and stood up to pour water. “Are you feeling better? If you dare to do what you did last night again, I’ll report you to the emperor.”
Holding the water cup, Song Youji was in a dilemma: giving it directly to Zhao Jiu would inevitably involve physical contact between them; placing it on the table would seem unnecessary.
After much thought, Song Youji decided to directly hand the water cup to Zhao Jiu. He had a stern face, avoiding eye contact as much as possible.
“Youji, you haven’t answered my question.” Zhao Jiu put the cup on the table, gripping his wrist. “I said I love you. What about you?”
Who confesses in a hospital room….
Song Youji felt both embarrassed and annoyed. He forced himself to remain calm and pulled his wrist away, “Zhao Jiu, now is not the time to discuss these things.”
“So, you don’t like me, right?” Zhao Jiu’s voice sounded a bit disappointed. He quickly grabbed Song Youji’s wrist again, pinching it lightly.
Song Youji didn’t want to admit it, but he also didn’t want to deny it. He could only try to change the topic, “The association has interviews today. You injected a lot of suppressants last night, affecting your body. You need rest in the hospital. I’ll come to pick you up after I’m done with the association’s work.”
He had a plan: to go and complain to Yuna, making him take this troublesome guy back.
Seeing that Song Youji didn’t want to give a straightforward answer to his question, Zhao Jiu was not in a hurry. After all, he had just figured out his feelings, and even if Song Youji didn’t like him, he could still chase after him.
“So, you’ll come to pick me up, right?” Zhao Jiu asked cautiously.
Song Youji’s peculiar silence lasted for a moment, then he said, “Of course.”
What kind of expression is that? It looks like he’s disowning a child.
“Then, I’ll wait for you.” Zhao Jiu’s tail wagged with a joyful uplift.
Not long after Song Youji left, Mond came to change the drip for Zhao Jiu. Zhao Jiu stopped him and asked if he could postpone it until the afternoon.
His body was fine now, and staying in the hospital was just to win Song Youji’s sympathy. Therefore, he wanted to get the injection when Song Youji came. Mond smiled and readily agreed, leaving the room after changing the drip. As he walked out, he casually chatted with Zhao Jiu, “Marshal, are you here for vacation?”
Zhao Jiu, thinking about Song Youji, absentmindedly said, “Yes.”
“Then, I wish you a pleasant vacation.” Mond walked out of the ward.
At the association, the interview process was in full swing. The candidates they wanted were almost chosen while reviewing resumes. The interviews were just a formality to assess the candidates’ characters. However, this time was a bit special; they had to interview an Alpha.
Talina was excited. Despite her physical disabilities, she was the only Alpha in the association, and the second one was coming now.
“Jia Chengan.”
As Song Youji’s voice fell, a handsome man with a buzz cut walked in. Red lips, white teeth, eyebrows reaching his temples, and a pair of vivid apricot eyes.
The three looked at each other, comparing the photo on the resume with the man in front of them. They all had the same thought.
The person in front of them was much more handsome than in the photo. Also, the ID photo on his resume was not very successful, making it hard for them to connect him with someone they all knew.
Now, Jia Chengan stood before them, bearing a resemblance to Jia Suiyu’s appearance. Even a fool could see that the two were definitely related.
However, Jia Suiyu had never mentioned having relatives in Xiaoman City.
Clearing his throat, Song Youji looked at the man in front of him and asked, “Mr. Jia, do you know that the president of our association is Ms. Jia Suiyu?”
“I know.” Jia Chengan’s calm tone was somewhat similar to Jia Suiyu’s. “She is my cousin. She doesn’t know that I applied to join the association.”
“Why do you want to join our association then?” Song Youji asked.
Jia Chengan glanced at the three of them, showing a bit of hesitation. After a moment of thought, he honestly revealed his purpose, “I am investigating something, but I encountered difficulties. Only the association can help me.”
The author has something to say:
Zhao Jiu: The significance of confession is to transform from a vague straight ball into a purposeful and targeted straight ball!
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Setting a flag, in the extra chapters, I definitely want to write about how z9 discovered his affection for uj back in high school and then became a shy straightforward person.
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