Because you’re still so young, but that part of you doesn’t work anymore.
That part doesn’t work anymore.
That part…
Doesn’t work anymore…
Doesn’t work…
These words looped endlessly in Yan Xun’s mind.
He hadn’t understood at first, not until he noticed Zhou Ze’s eyes glancing toward his lower half.
Yan Xun suddenly realized—
That department meant married couples’… oh wait, it should be married men’s intimate life.
He couldn’t perform in that aspect anymore.
Yan Xun: “………”
Seeing his good friend’s blank expression, as if the sky had fallen, Zhou Ze patted his shoulder with great pity and said, “Xun, it’s alright.”
Originally, Zhou Ze had been gnashing his teeth in hatred, but the friend who had cut ties with him for years had already sincerely apologized. Moreover, the other party had just survived a life-and-death car crash and a massive upheaval in his family.
And now, he had even lost his dignity as a man…
With things having reached this point, Zhou Ze’s anger had mostly dissipated.
After all, what else could he do? The guy was already so miserable.
Yan Xun was still immersed in sheer shock, completely oblivious to his friend’s increasingly pitiful gaze. By the time he snapped out of it, Zhou Ze was already stroking his head.
“It’s okay, Yan Xun, pull yourself together. When you have time, we’ll find a master andrologist to treat it properly. Regaining your former glory is just around the corner.”
Yan Xun: “…….”
He slapped the guy’s hand away. “Get lost.”
“Hiss… Holy shit, how is your grip still so strong after being in a coma for so many days!”
Zhou Ze rubbed the back of his reddened hand, not really angry, and smoothly sat back down in his chair.
“Don’t worry, my lips are sealed, I won’t tell a soul. Ah, just look on the bright side, if you’re getting divorced, just get divorced. That guy isn’t anything special anyway—just a pretty face with some filthy money.”
Zhou Ze’s tone was full of indignation. “You’ll be a lot more normal once you leave him.”
Clearly, he was still holding a grudge over Yan Xun’s bastardly behavior of ditching his bros for a lover.
Yan Xun leaned quietly against the headboard, not saying a word, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking. Zhou Ze assumed his good brother was heartbroken, so he slapped his thigh and started vigorously badmouthing Chu Tingyun.
“Let me tell you, Yan Xun, you were just young back then, fooled by that face of his into marrying him.”
“Besides, that guy is eight or nine years older than you! He’s an old fox who’s been mixing in society for years. Playing you is as easy for him as playing with a dog…”
“Ahem, I mean he’s full of schemes, at least eight hundred of them.”
“—Wait.” Yan Xun looked up, suddenly noticing a contradiction in Zhou Ze’s words.
“But didn’t you say that I fell in love with him at first sight and pestered him relentlessly?”
Zhou Ze: “…….That’s what you told me yourself back then!”
He stared at the young man on the hospital bed with a look that plainly said are you stupid, exasperated at his failure to live up to expectations:
“Yan Xun, can you wake up and focus on the main point?! Right now, the point is that that bastard Chu Tingyun has played with you enough, saw that you couldn’t perform that anymore, and ruthlessly pulled up his pants and kicked you to the curb!”
“……….” Yan Xun didn’t speak.
He was struggling to digest the fact that after growing up, he had gone crazy for love, only to be tossed aside like an old shoe.
Did he really not cross over into a parallel universe?
However, Yan Xun was a staunch materialist; amnesia sounded at least somewhat more scientific.
Zhou Ze had absolutely no idea what Yan Xun was thinking, and he continued venting:
“Yan Xun, don’t fall into the same ditch again. If he wants a divorce, divorce him! Anyway, you’re both guys and you don’t have kids, so there’s no need to be like my parents, always saying it’s ‘for my sake’…”
“Besides, you don’t even remember him now, let alone have any feelings for him. Get out early. Once the houses, cars, and cash are divided up, you can head straight toward a free new life.”
Smack—
Zhou Ze slapped his thigh. “How great is that!”
If Yan Xun’s leg wasn’t currently in a cast, Zhou Ze would have loved to pack him up and deliver him straight to the Civil Affairs Bureau right now, personally stamping the divorce certificate for him and Chu Tingyun.
“The world is so big. Aside from Chu Tingyun, there are plenty of beautiful women and men out there. Why hang yourself on one tree? If it really comes down to it, I’ll introduce you to someone…”
However, Yan Xun didn’t take a word of Zhou Ze’s earnest persuasion to heart. He suddenly turned his head and interrupted him: “That person, is he very good-looking?”
Zhou Ze: “………”
Zhou Ze was so angry he could almost laugh, but ironically, no matter how much he hated Chu Tingyun, he couldn’t lie about this particular aspect.
“Tsk, well… he’s got some looks, I guess. Rumor has it his mom is a blue-eyed foreign woman. You know how it is, mixed-race people usually look…”
At this point, Zhou Ze suddenly realized he had been led off track.
“I just listed so many of his flaws, and the only thing you caught was his face?!”
“Not exactly.” Yan Xun thought for a moment and said, “I also remember you saying he is eight or nine years older than me, has broad life experience and vast knowledge, is deep-minded, and is very good at handling intimate relationships, excelling at taking absolute dominance within them.”
The model student, Yan Xun, completed his after-class summary point by point.
Zhou Ze: “……”
It sounded exactly like what he had just said, but how did it all turn into virtues after the other party repeated it?
“Yan Xun.”
“Hm?”
Zhou Ze was in agony: “You’re hopeless. Did he put a hex on you?”
Yan Xun: “……”
Zhou Ze truly couldn’t fathom what kind of bewitching potion Chu Tingyun had fed his good brother. How could a car crash knock away his memories, yet leave his ten-meter-thick rose-tinted glasses completely intact?
“When I said he was eight or nine years older than you, I didn’t mean he had broad experience and vast knowledge, I meant he’s old! Do you get it? He’s an old cow grazing on your tender grass!”
“Early thirties…” Yan Xun pondered for a few seconds, then spoke the truth, “That’s not considered old, is it?”
Zhou Ze: “……..”
He fell silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, “Yan Xun, you didn’t actually lose your memory, did you? Are you just messing with me?”
“…I’m not messing with you. I’m reasoning with you.”
When it came to matters of logic, Student Yan Xun possessed an inexplicable stubbornness.
“Bullshit!” Zhou Ze stood up again in anger. “You’ve clearly been speaking up for that guy this whole time!”
“I’m just taking things at face value.”
“Dogshit, you’re obviously just…”
Seeing that the two of them were about to start arguing again, Yan Xun called a timeout first.
“I don’t want to fight with you, Zhou Ze. My family is abroad, that person wants a divorce, and right now I have a problem with my memory. You’re the only friend I have left.”
“……” Zhou Ze choked on his words and plopped back down on his ass. “Heh, now you know who’s the most reliable, right?”
Zhou Ze originally wanted to say a few more bad things about Chu Tingyun, but on second thought, he figured he should just let it go. They had almost started fighting after just those two sentences. Besides, there was no need since Yan Xun didn’t remember anything anyway.
Thinking this way, he patted his brother’s shoulder again. “It’s fine, Xun, boldly go get that divorce! If things really get too hard to manage, come find me. As long as your bro has a bite of meat to eat, you won’t lack a bone.”
Yan Xun raised an eyebrow. “Are you calling me a dog?”
“…Broth! You can have broth, okay?!”
Yan Xun remained noncommittal, skipping the topic to suddenly ask Zhou Ze, “Do you have a picture of him?”
Zhou Ze instantly grew vigilant. “Why? Are you still carrying a torch for him?”
Yan Xun: “…I’m going to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow, I need to recognize his face. I can’t just go around asking people one by one, ‘Hey, are you the one divorcing me?'”
“Oh, that’s true.” Zhou Ze thought about it and agreed with the logic.
So he whipped out his phone and started scrolling. However, after scrolling for a long time, Zhou Ze suddenly remembered that he didn’t seem to have any photos of Chu Tingyun.
“What, you don’t have his picture?” Yan Xun could tell just by glancing at Zhou Ze’s expression that he hadn’t found one.
“Who says?!” Zhou Ze buried his head in a frantic search, looking as if he’d sworn a blood oath to dig up a photo today.
“You just wait, I’ll have it in a second!” This photo was crucial for whether Yan Xun could get divorced tomorrow; even if he didn’t have one, he had to make one appear!
Fifteen minutes later, Zhou Ze tossed the phone to him, his tone none too pleasant. “Here, the photo you wanted.”
Yan Xun picked it up to look, and was suddenly stunned.
He had anticipated what kind of photo Zhou Ze would find—perhaps a travel picture, a candid shot taken by someone else, a selfie, a group photo, or even a secretly snapped picture…
But Yan Xun never expected that the first time he saw Chu Tingyun’s photo, it would be…
—their marriage certificate photo.
The “pretty face” and “some looks” Zhou Ze spoke of were finally materialized in this photograph.
His future marriage partner was indeed an extraordinarily attractive man.
The other party had an extremely beautiful pair of peach-blossom eyes, colored a deep blue like an untouched lake deep within a snowy tundra. Even though it was just a frozen image taken years ago, it still gave off the illusion of being gazed at with deep affection.
The blend of foreign heritage made the contours of his facial features so exquisite they looked almost computer-generated.
In short, bizarrely beautiful.
Yan Xun’s gaze fixed on that person’s face for a few seconds before shifting to his own face beside it.
He was very familiar with his own appearance, yet the person in the photo made Yan Xun feel a bit unfamiliar.
His future self seemed to have changed a little, having matured quite a bit.
The youthfulness of his student days had long faded from the young man’s brow in the photo. He wore a clean white shirt, and the loose hair that normally fell over his forehead had all been swept up. It had probably been meticulously styled with hair gel.
—But none of that was the main point.
The main point was that the Yan Xun in this photo was forming a marriage pact with his future lover.
They were leaning closely against each other, smiling blissfully.
“……”
Eighteen-year-old Yan Xun stared blankly at this marriage photo, as if suddenly losing his voice in this moment.
Even though he had learned the fact that he was married immediately upon waking up, and could rationally accept the news that he was about to get divorced…
It wasn’t until now, until this moment of seeing the marriage certificate photo, that Yan Xun finally felt a sense of reality, as if landing on solid ground from a dream.
He truly had entered into a marriage with this person and formed a new family.
Then I must be…
Yan Xun thought—
Then I must really like him.
Under the narratives of the medical staff and his friend, the supporting evidence of the photo, and his own unconscious self-suggestion, this concept that hadn’t originally existed slowly emerged in Yan Xun’s heart.
Like a hollow shadow beginning to solidify, silently sprouting tiny buds of flesh and blood…
“Hey, you done looking?” Zhou Ze reached over, wanting to take his phone back.
The voice interrupted Yan Xun’s train of thought. His eyes were still fixed on the photo, but his hand seemed to have grown eyes of its own. With a casual lift, he accurately caught Zhou Ze’s wrist bone with a light sound.
Smack—
“Where did this photo come from?” Only after saying this did Yan Xun look up at Zhou Ze, his posture showing no intention of returning the phone immediately.
“…Your WeChat Moments background picture.” Zhou Ze curled his lip, sounding displeased.
WeChat Moments?
Yan Xun quickly realized that must be something similar to QQ Space. And that meant—
“Everyone can see it?”
Zhou Ze: “All of your friends, to be precise.”
All his friends can see it…
This was highly abnormal behavior for the introverted Yan Xun, who disliked showing off in all matters.
In the end, he could only attribute such behavior to having truly lost his mind for love, thus doing yet another uncharacteristic thing.
Yan Xun was a little surprised again: “Since all my friends can see it, why did you take so long to find it just now?”
Zhou Ze stared at him, full of resentment: “Because you de! let! ed! me!”
So Zhou Ze had just been bouncing around contacting a bunch of old classmates, finally managing to get a screenshot of Yan Xun’s Moments background.
Yan Xun: “……”
He let go and handed the phone back to Zhou Ze at the same time.
“Sorry. Once I buy a new phone, you’ll be the first person I add back.”
“Heh, as if I care!” Zhou Ze huffed, but didn’t dwell on the matter. That was because he was now starting to consider the issue of Yan Xun’s divorce.
“I’m telling you, this divorce business can’t be taken lightly, especially the division of property.”
“The tricky part is that you don’t remember anything now; you don’t even know how much money you have. So our top priority is to figure out your financial situation.”
“……” Yan Xun remained silent.
His gaze lingered on Zhou Ze’s phone, seemingly deep in thought about something.
However, his good brother beside him thought he was taking it all in, and his tone grew even more enthusiastic.
“Let me tell you, Yan Xun, Chu Tingyun choosing to bring up divorce at a time like this definitely isn’t with good intentions. He might even be trying to make you leave with nothing but the clothes on your back.”
“Holy shit! That’s gotta be it! Then you need to find a divorce lawyer.”
The more Zhou Ze spoke, the more anxious he got. He was completely fired up, practically wanting to roll up his sleeves and dive in himself.
“Xun, just wait, I know a reliable one. My mom used him back in the day, that lawyer is super badass. Oh right, and a private investigator, I’ll contact them right away…”
“—Zhou Ze.” Yan Xun suddenly spoke up to interrupt him. “No rush on finding a lawyer.”
“…Not finding a lawyer?” Zhou Ze paused, his face full of shock. “Then what are we doing now?”
The young man on the hospital bed simply turned his face away, his lips silently pressed into a tight line, making even his dimples look a little unnatural.
“Yeah, first… help me book an appointment with an andrologist.”
Zhou Ze: “?”
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Author’s Note:
Zhou Ze: Sure, sure, sure.
Good decision. Important matters should be handled first 🗿😆