“You didn’t used to call me Mr. Chu.”
“Then I…”
What did I call you before?
This question naturally popped into Yan Xun’s mind. However, before he could voice it, a young couple suddenly took a seat not far away.
It seemed the boy had upset the girl; he was carrying large shopping bags and was trying to coax her in a gentle tone.
“Baby, I was wrong…”
“Honey, don’t be mad, okay?”
…
Yan Xun didn’t hear the rest, probably just whispers between the couple. But he did notice how the boy addressed the girl.
Those were indeed common terms used between couples, but Yan Xun found it hard to imagine using such terms with the man sitting in front of him.
Even though they were legally married.
To the current Yan Xun, Chu Tingyun was just a stranger he was meeting for the first time. Calling him “Mr. Chu” was merely a subconscious habit of politeness.
But the truth was, they weren’t strangers.
They had been married for three years, and in some sense, they could even be considered an old married couple.
After much internal struggle and weighing the situation, Yan Xun finally tentatively spoke:
“…Chu Tingyun?”
No response.
After a pause, he tried again:
“Tingyun?”
The man’s expression remained calm and indifferent, but upon closer inspection, there was a subtle, almost imperceptible change in his eyes.
It was like a still, deep pool of water suddenly disturbed by a small pebble, creating faint ripples.
But the water was so deep that no one could tell what else was happening beneath the surface.
Chu Tingyun still didn’t respond; he just stared at him for a few seconds.
Yan Xun truly couldn’t discern what the other meant, so he straightforwardly asked:
“So, may I ask, how did I address you before?”
His tone and choice of words were very polite, even somewhat distant.
But Chu Tingyun didn’t seem to mind. In fact, a slight smile appeared in his beautiful peach blossom eyes.
“Forget it.”
He lowered his gaze, unconsciously rubbing the silver ring on his ring finger, and said in a flat tone,
“Call me whatever you like. It’s not important anymore.”
“…?”
Call him whatever he liked?
This answer left Yan Xun a bit puzzled.
Clearly… just now, Chu Tingyun seemed to care a lot about how he was addressed.
Yan Xun didn’t dwell on the question for long, as Chu Tingyun had already moved on to the next topic.
“It seems this rain won’t stop anytime soon.”
The man didn’t look out at the rain but glanced at his phone instead, turning on ‘Do Not Disturb’ mode.
“What do you want to know?”
There was so much Yan Xun wanted to know. If possible, he even wanted Chu Tingyun to recount everything about their past.
Especially the parts Zhou Ze had briefly mentioned—something about love at first sight, relentless pursuit, coercion, and force…
Those descriptions were utterly unbelievable, and Yan Xun wanted to verify them. In short, he wanted to rid himself of this feeling of knowing nothing as quickly as possible.
But that was obviously unrealistic.
So he thought for a moment and then asked:
“Zhou Ze said that before… I was the one who chased after you?”
Yan Xun chose a very tactful and subtle way to ask.
Chu Tingyun raised an eyebrow: “Do you think he’s wrong?”
Yan Xun: “…”
Zhou Ze wouldn’t lie to him, and after meeting him today, Yan Xun also didn’t think he had enough charm to make someone like Chu Tingyun pursue him.
Because the other seemed to be far better than him in every aspect. So Yan Xun took this rhetorical question as a confirmation.
He then asked: “Then… how did I chase after you back then?”
“Hmm?”
Chu Tingyun leaned forward, as if he hadn’t heard clearly.
The rain outside was heavy, pouring down, so it was normal not to hear well. Yan Xun also leaned forward, getting a little closer to him.
“I wanted to ask, how did I chase after you before?”
Chu Tingyun propped his face on one hand, casually glancing at the nearby guests.
“Yan Xun…”
At such a close distance, the man’s deep voice seemed to send an electric current from in front of Yan Xun straight to his heart.
“Are you sure you want me to talk about the things you did to pursue me, right here?”
“…”
This sentence left Yan Xun speechless.
—So the methods he used to pursue someone couldn’t be spoken of in public.
Which meant Zhou Ze’s words were likely true.
For a moment, countless unspeakable guesses flashed through Yan Xun’s mind.
After holding back for a while, he whispered:
“…Sorry, I was young and foolish back then.”
“How old are you now?”
Yan Xun instinctively replied, “Eighteen.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Tingyun laughed out loud.
The embarrassed, amnesiac young man quickly realized he’d been teased. He opened his mouth, but didn’t know what to say.
Chu Tingyun didn’t seem to mind, laughing softly:
“In a way, this is better. You’re much cuter now than before.”
“…What?”
This time, it was Yan Xun who didn’t hear clearly, but Chu Tingyun didn’t explain, only saying:
“What else do you want to ask?”
Want to ask more?
In fact, the first two questions hadn’t been answered directly, and there wasn’t even a single piece of accurate, useful information.
Yan Xun knew this but didn’t dwell on it, because Zhou Ze’s words had already planted a preconceived notion in his mind, and Chu Tingyun’s responses seemed to indirectly confirm it.
However, Yan Xun also keenly sensed that Chu Tingyun didn’t want to talk about the past in detail.
He guessed that maybe, for the other man, those memories weren’t particularly pleasant. Otherwise, this man wouldn’t be in such a hurry to divorce him.
So Yan Xun had to change the topic again.
“Then about the car accident… How did it happen? The nurse said I was transferred here.”
“You were driving improperly at night, and both you and your car went off a mountain road. Fortunately, the trees stopped you, so you only suffered fractures and a severe head injury, nothing life-threatening.”
Chu Tingyun lowered his eyes, his tone flat.
“Don’t worry, I’ve handled everything with the traffic police and insurance company. As for the transfer, you were in a coma due to intracranial bleeding, so once your condition stabilized, I moved you to this hospital with better facilities.”
Yan Xun vaguely felt something was off but couldn’t pinpoint exactly what.
“Then about our divorce…”
Chu Tingyun seemed to know what he wanted to ask: “Don’t worry, your family doesn’t know, not about the car accident either. They’re doing well abroad.”
As he said this, the man’s brows furrowed slightly but quickly returned to normal.
“Anything else you want to ask?”
“…”
Yan Xun’s gaze fell on the medical report on the table, then he looked back at Chu Tingyun.
“I also want to ask, what’s the reason you insist on… divorcing?”
“The reason?”
Chu Tingyun sounded like he had just heard something amusing,
“Didn’t Zhou Ze tell you?”
Yan Xun: “…”
Of course, Zhou Ze had told him—
Because the two of you were incompatible in that aspect.
Because even though you’re still young, you’re already… incapable in that aspect.
Incapable in that aspect…
In his memories, Yan Xun could barely recall any instances of self-gratification, let alone cooperating with anyone for pleasure. Naturally, he had no idea how he’d perform in such a scenario.
But if his spouse said he was incapable, then it must mean his performance was bad, or rather, it was so terrible that it drove the other to divorce him…
Yan Xun felt his ears getting slightly warm. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his voice instinctively lowered:
“……Is it just because of that? Is there any other reason?”
Chu Tingyun replied nonchalantly, “I consider it the main reason. After all, I’m someone who has high standards for the quality of se-x.”
His words were almost directly saying, “Because you’re so bad in bed, we can’t make this work.”
“……”
Chu Tingyun’s words practically caused Yan Xun’s CPU to overheat.
Such a blunt and adult topic made him feel extremely ashamed, confused, and at a loss for what to do.
Since losing his memory, Yan Xun’s self-perception remained stuck seven years ago, at a time when he was a diligent, serious student, solely focused on studying and viewing early romance as taboo.
So when faced with Chu Tingyun, Yan Xun felt a strange sense of having ventured deep into forbidden territory.
But now, given the circumstances…
Yan Xun closed his eyes, trying to hide all his emotions, at least outwardly. Then he handed the stack of test results to Chu Tingyun.
“I had a lot of tests done at the hospital today.”
While waiting for his turn to be tested, Yan Xun had witnessed a man being diagnosed with premature eja-culation and ere-ctile dysfunction, leading to an immediate breakup, as there was no hiding it.
In that moment, he suddenly understood why Chu Tingyun was so adamant about getting a divorce.
But fortunately, Yan Xun himself had no such issues.
He was very healthy in every aspect.
The authoritative and scientific test results from the hospital had given Yan Xun a lot of confidence. So, the next sentence he spoke was steady.
“The results are all here; you can take a close look.”
“——Tests?”
Only at this moment did Chu Tingyun shift his attention to the stack of reports. He flipped through them, page by page, reviewing each one.
There were indeed many, and they were comprehensive.
Aside from a still-unhealed fracture in his lower leg, Yan Xun’s physical indicators were generally good, though his long coma had left him somewhat weaker than before.
But that wasn’t a significant issue; with some time to recover, he would be fine.
Towards the end, there were tests on things like se-x hormones and male functions, and at the very end, there was a semen analysis report—
Name: Yan Xun
Age: 25
Sample No.: 79
Abstinence Days: 11
Method of Collection: Mas-turbation
Collection Time: 15:02:10
Color: Milky White
pH Value: 7.5
Se-men Volume: 5.72mL
……
The rest of the indicators were too technical for Chu Tingyun, so he only skimmed through them. The final diagnosis from the doctor was that the spe-rm quality was good and there were no abnormalities.
Chu Tingyun’s gaze lingered on this report for a long time, especially on the fields for abstinence days, method of collection, and collection time.
After a long while, he pulled out that particular report.
“Did you cheat on me?”
This question made Yan Xun’s pupils widen in shock, and then he realized Chu Tingyun had phrased it as a question.
“I…shouldn’t have.”
Chu Tingyun lifted an eyebrow to look at him, “Shouldn’t have?”
Yan Xun had never given such an absurd explanation before: “I’ve lost my memory, but I don’t think I would do something like that.”
He paused, then looked at Chu Tingyun and asked, “Why do you ask?”
The latter pointed at the report, “It says here that you’ve abstained for 11 days.”
Yan Xun: “……”
He fell into an awkward silence for a moment, then had to bite the bullet and explain: “The doctor said this field was mandatory, and they recommended an abstinence period of two to seven days for the best results. But I was rushing to meet you…”
Coupled with the amnesia, Yan Xun naturally didn’t remember anything about this supposed abstinence period.
“I was in a coma for ten days, and the test was done the day after I woke up. So I filled in 11.”
Even though the doctor said the results might not be entirely accurate, Yan Xun had no other choice.
“Oh, I see. I thought you’d cheated.”
Chu Tingyun seemed to understand and nodded, speaking in a tone as if he were instructing a student:
“In that case, you should have filled in 27.”
“……27?”
At first, Yan Xun didn’t catch on, but when he realized the implication of that number, his expression didn’t change, but his ears were already burning, the rush of blood making a loud, roaring noise like an endless train.
Chu Tingyun watched as Yan Xun instinctively reached for his glass of milk to cover up his embarrassment but hesitated, fearing that drinking it might lead to an even more embarrassing situation. In the end, he just maintained his posture, pretending to be calm while sitting stiffly.
Yan Xun’s face had a distinctly Chinese handsomeness—sharp, well-defined features, and a clean, slightly cold expression. Perhaps because of the memory regression, he now had a youthful innocence that was somewhere between a boy and a young man.
If one had to compare, it was somewhat like a swordsman from a martial arts novel.
In any case, seeing such an expression on this face was…quite a sight.
It took Chu Tingyun a while to come up with that description as he calmly watched Yan Xun.
Before Chu Tingyun could stare him down, Yan Xun quickly composed himself, trying to act natural as he glossed over that sensitive number.
“Although the time isn’t accurate, the results should still be somewhat reliable.”
“……”
Chu Tingyun asked with a soft laugh,
“Yan Xun, what do you mean by this?”
The stack of reports lay openly on the table. At this point, anyone walking by could easily see Yan Xun’s name and the contents of the report.
This act clearly made the young man across from him tense up. He instinctively glanced around and seemed to want to cover the papers, but in the end, he refrained from doing anything.
“All these test results show that there’s nothing wrong. The doctor also said, I’m in good health.”
“And…there are no issues in that area either.”
This demeanor made Chu Tingyun feel like Yan Xun was a little puppy again.
Like a well-behaved little puppy who didn’t know what mistake it had made but was pitifully apologizing, hoping to make amends.
But he just so happened to have run into a bad owner, someone very mean, who insisted on pulling the puppy’s sensitive tail in front of everyone.
“……”
Chu Tingyun just looked at Yan Xun without saying anything.
Because at this moment, he had received a lot of very specific information—
For example, Yan Xun had gone out of his way to take many tests, even including a se-xual function test, all to refute this reason for divorce.
He was denying the reason for divorce and also denying the divorce itself.
Chu Tingyun’s Adam’s apple moved involuntarily, his lips curling slightly upward in a silent smile. Outwardly, he remained composed, casually tidying the stack of reports and placing them neatly to the side.
This action allowed Yan Xun’s taut nerves to relax a bit. Then he heard Chu Tingyun speak—
“Hmm, so what?”
The man’s tone was very casual, waiting for Yan Xun to continue.
Yan Xun clenched his fingers tightly, “So I don’t agree with your reason for 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 all fine, Yan Xun had already asked the doctor today. If the body is normal but there’s still discord in the couple’s life, it could be due to psychological issues.
In short, Yan Xun couldn’t be 100% sure that Chu Tingyun was lying.
Nor could he find a reason why the other party would lie about something like this.
But at this moment, the previously elegant and charming Mr. Chu became aggressive—
“Then what do you mean?”
“……”
Yan Xun looked at the ring on the man’s finger and stayed silent for a long time.
Finally, he slowly opened his mouth and said:
“What I mean is…the doctor said my body is still fine.”
“Hmm?”
Chu Tingyun looked at the person who had tried every means to escape him in the past but now was obediently returning, even humbly pleading with him—
“So can we not get divorced yet? Could you…try me again?”
So mean 😂
Tingyun stop teasing 😭 lmaooo yan xun unknowingly putting himself back into a wolf’s den
Honest is kind of absured he is a straight guy so hw should be desperate to divorce, doesn’t make sens🙄