MWED Ch7: Let’s Not Divorce

—You didn’t call me Mr. Chu in the past.

“Then I…”

Then what did I call you?

This doubt naturally surfaced in Yan Xun’s mind. But before he could ask it out loud, a young couple suddenly took a seat not far away.

It looked like the boy had made the girl angry. Carrying bags of shopping, he was coaxing her in a gentle, sweet-talking voice.

“Baby, I was wrong…”

“Wifey, don’t be mad, okay?”

“…”

Yan Xun didn’t hear the rest clearly; it was probably sweet nothings whispered between the couple. But he noticed the terms of endearment the boy used.

Those were indeed the most common words between lovers, but Yan Xun found it incredibly difficult to apply those titles to the man sitting in front of him.

Even if the other party had a legitimate marriage with him.

To the current Yan Xun, Chu Tingyun was just a stranger he was meeting for the first time. Calling him “Mr. Chu” was just a subconscious polite habit.

But the reality was that they weren’t strangers.

They had already been married for three years; in a way, they could even be considered an old married couple.

After weighing the matter back and forth in his mind for a long time, Yan Xun finally probed tentatively:

“…Chu Tingyun?”

No response.

He paused, then tried again:

“Tingyun?”

The man’s expression remained calm and aloof, but upon closer inspection, there was a barely perceptible shift in his eyes.

It was as if someone had tossed a small pebble into a deep, cold, ripple-less pool, stirring up faint, widening rings.

But the water was too deep, so beneath the ripples, no one knew what else might be happening.

Chu Tingyun still didn’t respond, merely looking at him steadily for a few seconds.

Yan Xun truly couldn’t figure out what the other party meant, so he could only ask straightforwardly:

“Then may I ask, how did I address you in the past?”

The wording and tone were truly polite, even somewhat distant.

Yet Chu Tingyun didn’t seem repulsed. Instead, a hint of a smile leaked into those beautiful peach-blossom eyes.

“Forget it.”

He lowered his gaze, subconsciously caressing the wedding ring on his ring finger, and said lightly,

“Whatever you like. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“…?”

Whatever he likes?

This answer left Yan Xun a bit unsure.

Clearly… just a moment ago, Chu Tingyun seemed to care very much about the so-called form of address.

Yan Xun didn’t have time to dwell on this issue for long, because Chu Tingyun had already moved on to the next topic.

“It looks like this rain won’t be stopping anytime soon.”

The man didn’t look at the rain outside the window. Instead, he glanced at his phone, toggling on ‘Do Not Disturb’ while he was at it.

“What do you want to know?”

There were far too many things Yan Xun wanted to know. If possible, he even wanted Chu Tingyun to recount every single thing about their past from start to finish.

Especially the part Zhou Ze had briefly summarized—things like love at first sight, relentless pestering, taking by force, forcing himself upon him…

Those descriptions were simply too outrageous. Yan Xun wanted to verify them. In short, he wanted to rid himself of this feeling of knowing absolutely nothing as quickly as possible.

But that was obviously unrealistic.

So he thought for a moment, then asked:

“Zhou Ze said, in the past… I pursued you?”

Yan Xun chose a very tactful and implicit way to ask.

Chu Tingyun raised an eyebrow: “You think what he said is incorrect?”

Yan Xun: “…”

Zhou Ze wouldn’t lie to him, and after meeting today, Yan Xun also felt he didn’t possess enough charm to make a person like Chu Tingyun pursue him.

Because the other party seemed vastly superior to him in every aspect. So, Yan Xun took this rhetorical question as an affirmation.

He asked again, “Then… how did I pursue you back then?”

“Hmm?”

Chu Tingyun leaned forward, as if he hadn’t heard clearly again.

The rain outside was heavy and loud, so it was normal not to hear clearly. Yan Xun followed suit, leaning forward and getting a bit closer to the other man.

“I wanted to ask, how did I pursue you in the past?”

Chu Tingyun propped his face up with one hand, turning his head to casually glance at the customers sitting a short distance away.

“Yan Xun…”

At such a close distance, the man’s deep, low voice shot like an electric current from right in front of him straight into Yan Xun’s heart.

“Are you sure you want me to talk about the things you did to me in the past, right here?”

“……..”

This sentence rendered Yan Xun silent again.

—So his past methods of wooing someone couldn’t even be spoken of in a public setting.

Which meant Zhou Ze was very likely telling the truth.

In a flash, countless unspeakable speculations raced through Yan Xun’s mind.

Holding it in for a long time, he said in a low voice:

“…I’m sorry, I was young and ignorant back then.”

“How old are you now?”

Yan Xun subconsciously replied like an obedient student, “Eighteen.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Chu Tingyun laughed out loud.

The teased, amnesiac young man quickly realized his slip. He opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say.

Chu Tingyun didn’t mind, chuckling softly:

“This is fine too. You’re much cuter than before.”

“…What?”

This time it was Yan Xun who didn’t hear clearly, but Chu Tingyun didn’t explain. He only said:

“What else do you want to ask?”

What else?

In reality, neither of the two previous questions had received a direct response, let alone yielding a single piece of accurate, valid information.

Yan Xun knew this but didn’t overthink it, because Zhou Ze’s words had already given him preconceived notions, and Chu Tingyun’s responses felt more like indirect corroboration.

However, Yan Xun also keenly sensed that Chu Tingyun didn’t want to chat about the past in detail.

He guessed that perhaps, for the other party, those weren’t exactly beautiful memories. Otherwise, this man wouldn’t be in such a desperate hurry to divorce him.

So Yan Xun could only shift to another question.

“Then the car crash… how did I get into the crash? The nurse said I was transferred here from another hospital.”

“Improper driving at night. You and your car rolled off a winding mountain road. Fortunately, a tree broke your fall, so you only suffered fractures and a heavy blow to the head, nothing life-threatening.”

Chu Tingyun lowered his eyes, his tone flat.

“Don’t worry, I’ve already handled things with the traffic police and the insurance company. As for the transfer, because of the blood clot in your brain, you were in a coma. So once your condition stabilized, I transferred you to this hospital where the facilities are a bit better.”

Yan Xun vaguely felt something was a bit strange, but he couldn’t put his finger on it at the moment.

“Then regarding our divorce…”

Chu Tingyun seemed to know exactly what he wanted to ask: “Rest assured, your family doesn’t know, not about the divorce, nor the car crash. They are doing very well abroad.”

At this point, the man’s brow furrowed imperceptibly, but quickly smoothed out.

“Anything else to ask?”

“…”

Yan Xun’s gaze fell on the medical checkup reports on the table, then moved back to meet Chu Tingyun’s eyes.

“I also want to ask, what is the reason you absolutely must… get a divorce?”

“Reason?”

Chu Tingyun acted as if he’d heard something funny.

“Didn’t Zhou Ze tell you?”

Yan Xun: “…”

Of course Zhou Ze told him—

Because you guys are disharmonious in that department.

Because at such a young age, you can’t perform in that department anymore.

Can’t perform in that department…

In his memories, the number of times Yan Xun had even pleasured himself was practically zero, let alone cooperating for mutual pleasure with someone else. Naturally, he had no idea how he performed during such cooperation.

But for his marriage partner to personally say he couldn’t perform, it must mean his performance was bad, or rather, exceptionally poor—so poor that the other party insisted on divorcing him over it…

Yan Xun felt the base of his ears grow faintly hot. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, and his voice unnaturally lowered a pitch:

“…Is it really just because of that? Is there anything else?”

Chu Tingyun said casually, “I suppose it’s the main reason. At least, I think so. After all, I have very high standards for the quality of sex.”

He fell just short of saying directly, “Because you suck in bed, we can’t stay together.”

“…”

Chu Tingyun’s sentence directly fried Yan Xun’s circuits.

Such a nakedly adult topic made him feel an extreme sense of shame, bewilderment, and total helplessness.

Because after his amnesia, Yan Xun’s self-awareness was still stuck seven years in the past—the earnest, sensible good student who focused entirely on studying and viewed teenage romance as a strictly forbidden zone.

So when facing Chu Tingyun, Yan Xun had the illusion that… he had waded deep into a forbidden zone.

But things had already come to this…

Yan Xun closed his eyes, trying hard to tuck all his emotions away, at least so they wouldn’t show on his face. Then, he handed all the medical result sheets over to Chu Tingyun.

“I had a checkup at the hospital today. A lot of checkups.”

While queuing for the tests, Yan Xun had seen with his own eyes a man diagnosed with premature ejaculation, impotence, and infertility. Unable to hide the truth, the man was broken up with on the spot.

In that moment, he had suddenly understood Chu Tingyun’s resolute desire for a divorce.

But fortunately, Yan Xun himself had no physical problems.

He was very healthy, in every aspect.

The authoritative and scientific test results from the hospital gave Yan Xun a great deal of confidence. So his next words came out very steady.

“The results are all here, you can look them over carefully.”

“—Checkups?”

It was only then that Chu Tingyun shifted his attention to these reports. He flipped through them page by page, examining each item one by one.

There were indeed many, and they were very comprehensive.

Aside from the fracture in his calf which had yet to heal, all of Yan Xun’s physical indicators were decent. The prolonged coma had just left him a bit weaker than before.

But that wasn’t a real problem; he would naturally recover after a period of rest.

Flipping toward the back, there were tests for five sex hormones and other male function exams. And finally, a semen analysis report—

Name: Yan Xun

Age: 25

Sample Number: 79

Days of abstinence: 11 days

Collection method: Masturbation

Collection time: 15:02:10

Color: Milky white

pH value: 7.5

Semen volume: 5.72mL

…

The subsequent indicators were too specialized, so Chu Tingyun only glanced over them roughly. In short, the doctor’s final diagnostic conclusion was that the sperm quality was good, with no abnormalities.

Chu Tingyun’s gaze lingered on this test report for a long time, his eyes sticking particularly to the days of abstinence, collection method, and collection time for quite a while.

After a long time, he finally pulled that specific report sheet out.

“Did you cheat on me?”

This sentence made Yan Xun’s pupils tremble, then he realized Chu Tingyun was using a questioning tone.

“I probably… didn’t.”

Chu Tingyun lifted his eyelids and cast a glance at him: “Probably?”

Yan Xun had never made such an absurd explanation: “I lost my memory, but I feel… I wouldn’t do something like that.”

He paused, looking at Chu Tingyun: “Why do you ask?”

The latter gestured toward the report: “It says right here your days of abstinence is 11 days.”

Yan Xun: “…”

He fell into a bizarre silence for a moment, but ultimately had no choice but to bite the bullet and explain: “The doctor said this is a mandatory field. They recommended two to seven days of abstinence for the best results, but I was in a rush to come see you…”

Plus, with his amnesia, Yan Xun naturally didn’t remember any so-called period of abstinence.

“I was in a coma for ten days, and I did the test the day after I woke up. So I filled in 11.”

Even if the doctor had mentioned the test results might not be perfectly accurate, Yan Xun had no other choice.

“Oh, I see. I thought you had an affair.”

Chu Tingyun nodded as if understanding, then said in the tone of a teacher pointing something out to a student,

“Then this should be filled as 27.”

“…27?”

Yan Xun didn’t react at first. Once he realized the underlying implication of this number, his facial expression didn’t change, but his ears became completely engorged with blood. A roaring echoed inside them, the rushing blood feeling like an endless, speeding train.

Chu Tingyun watched him subconsciously try to take a sip of milk to hide his loss of composure, only to freeze, afraid of choking and embarrassing himself further. Ultimately, Yan Xun could only maintain his original posture, sitting stiffly while feigning calmness.

Yan Xun’s face possessed a very traditional Chinese handsome look—proper, striking, with clean lines and a hint of coolness. Perhaps due to his regression in memory, he now carried a youthful rawness that sat somewhere between a boy and a young man.

If one had to draw a comparison, he looked a bit like an upright swordsman in a wuxia novel.

In short, seeing this kind of expression appear on this face was truly… very stimulating.

Chu Tingyun stared at Yan Xun unhurriedly, taking quite a while to come up with that adjective.

Before the man could stare a hole right through him, Yan Xun quickly calmed down and pretended to naturally skip past that highly sensitive number.

“Although the time frame isn’t exact, the results still hold some credibility.”

President Chu remained noncommittal, tapping his index finger against the report on the table.

“So showing me this…”

He asked with a light chuckle,

“Yan Xun, what do you mean by this?”

The report lay completely exposed on the table. If anyone were to walk by right now, they would clearly be able to see Yan Xun’s name and its explicit contents.

This action clearly caused the young man sitting opposite him to tense up. He subconsciously glanced around from the corner of his eye, seeming to want to reach out and cover it up, but ultimately held back and didn’t move.

“The results of these medical reports are all fine. The doctor also said my body is very healthy.”

“That department… also has no problems.”

Looking like this made Chu Tingyun once again feel that the current Yan Xun was exactly like a puppy.

Like an obedient little puppy who didn’t know what mistake he had made, but was still pitifully apologizing and begging for reconciliation.

But he just had to run into a bad owner, one who maliciously wanted to tug on the puppy’s sensitive tail in front of an audience.

“…”

Chu Tingyun just looked at Yan Xun without speaking.

Because he was receiving a lot of fascinating information right now—

For example, Yan Xun had specifically gone to his most hated hospital to get a massive battery of tests done, even including a sexual function test, purely to negate this reason for divorce.

He was negating this reason for divorce, and he was also negating the divorce itself.

Chu Tingyun’s Adam’s apple bobbed subconsciously, the corners of his lips turning up a fraction silently. Outwardly impassive, he casually gathered the stack of medical reports and neatly set them aside.

This action caused Yan Xun’s taut nerves to relax slightly. Then, he heard the other man speak—

“Yes, and?”

The man’s tone was very casual, waiting for Yan Xun to continue.

The latter’s fingers tightened into a fist: “So I don’t accept your reason for the divorce.”

Chu Tingyun found it amusing: “You think I’m lying?”

Yan Xun looked at him and shook his head:

“That’s not what I mean.”

Although the test results were fine, Yan Xun had also asked the doctor today. If the body was normal but a couple’s intimate life was disharmonious, it could also stem from psychological issues.

In short, right now Yan Xun had no way to be one hundred percent sure that Chu Tingyun was lying.

He also couldn’t fathom a reason for the other party to tell such a lie.

But at this moment, the previously elegant and polite President Chu suddenly turned aggressive—

“Then what do you mean?”

“…”

Yan Xun looked at the ring on the man’s ring finger, remaining silent for a very long time.

Then, he finally spoke slowly:

“I mean… the doctor said my body is fine.”

“Hmm?”

Chu Tingyun looked at this person who had once tried every conceivable means to escape him, but had now obediently turned back on his own, and was even humbly begging him—

“So could we hold off on the divorce for now, and you can… try me out again?”

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