The Disliked Shou and the Charming Gong : Chapter 36: Everyone Hates Him (Main Story Complete)

He Ning had pretty much figured out Wen Junhe’s nature. When it came to certain things, he was always like a wolf that could never get enough to eat.

Sometimes he would just casually tease him with a remark, or deliberately brush against Wen Junhe while he was reading documents, and in the blink of an eye he would be pinned down at the nearest spot and worked over until he couldn’t speak.

The next morning, Wen Junhe was always full of energy, tying his tie, every cufflink fastened perfectly, like a satisfied beast.

He Ning lay sprawled on the bed, his back so sore he didn’t even want to move his toes, tugging at the corner of the blanket as he watched that refreshed and energetic figure. He squinted his eyes and questioned life itself. Who had provoked whom last night again?

He Ning’s constitution had never been particularly good. When the seasons changed, he always coughed a few times.

These years under Wen Junhe’s watchful care, with regular meals and constant supplements, he had improved quite a bit compared to before.

But this time was different. That afternoon the rain came suddenly. He didn’t have the driver pick him up, and got soaked.

At night, Wen Junhe had just lain down when he felt the person beside him rustling over, pressing his forehead against his shoulder, his breathing unnaturally hot.

“…Dizzy.” He Ning’s voice was terribly hoarse, his fingers unconsciously gripping Wen Junhe’s sleepwear. “My throat hurts too.”

Wen Junhe turned over and touched his forehead. The temperature under his palm was burning hot. The bedside lamp clicked on, illuminating He Ning’s reddened eye corners and cracked lips, his whole person wilted like a plant lacking water.

The thermometer beeped. Wen Junhe frowned at the number, his thumb unconsciously rubbing He Ning’s burning wrist.

“You have a fever.”

Wen Junhe set down those words and quickly went downstairs. In less than two minutes he returned with a glass of water and pills. He Ning swallowed the medicine from his hand, his brows tightly furrowed, his fingers gripping Wen Junhe’s collar and burrowing straight into his embrace: “So bitter…”

His trailing tone was drawn out long, carrying a nasal sound, practically like he was acting spoiled.

Wen Junhe caught his restless hand.

He Ning seemed to suddenly react, shrinking his whole body into the quilt, his voice muffled in the down comforter: “Don’t get so close…”

He reached out to push his shoulder: “What if I infect you?”

His strength was soft and weak, like tickling.

The quilt was carefully tucked in. Wen Junhe stood by the bed without making a sound.

Nothing was appropriate to say in this situation. He Ning had a terrible temper when he was sick. If you spoke too harshly, he would glare at you with red rimmed eyes, though he never cursed.

That fight yesterday had been completely inexplicable.

He Ning knew how sought after Wen Junhe was out there, but when he saw that text on Wen Junhe’s phone saying “Thanks to President Wen for giving me a ride home,” he still couldn’t suppress his anger.

Wen Junhe explained it was an intern that a business partner had pushed on him, that there had been a downpour yesterday and she couldn’t get a ride.

He Ning didn’t speak, but he felt uncomfortable inside. An intern, what kind of intern could make Wen Junhe act as her driver.

That bit of displeasure made He Ning turn around and go play with newly made friends until midnight, coming back soaked from the rain.

Wen Junhe’s tone was a bit harsh. He picked up the dog and was about to rush out the door, wearing only one slipper.

Wen Junhe intercepted him around the waist in one move, his palm pressing against that face flushed red with anger, forcibly holding him in his arms to coax him.

He Ning struggled twice but couldn’t break free, so he simply bit down on Wen Junhe’s shoulder, his teeth pressing a deep mark through the shirt.

After sleeping, he still ended up with a fever. Wen Junhe called a doctor to come give him an IV. The fever went down in the afternoon, but he started coughing. Beneath the soft bedding came bursts of dry coughs.

Wen Junhe held him tightly in his arms, his palm pressed against He Ning’s back, patting lightly. He Ning coughed until his face was completely red, his eyes brimming with tears, his wet eyes blinking.

Wen Junhe told him to sleep. If he fell asleep, he wouldn’t cough.

He Ning’s whole body was limp, nestled in the man’s burning embrace. His palm rested on Wen Junhe’s rising and falling lower abdomen and chest, saying defiantly: “I want to sleep too… but I can’t, cough cough cough…”

All the blood in his body seemed to be rushing around wildly, as if shouting with the impulse to burst out of his blood vessels. He Ning felt like there was blood in his throat, which he swallowed back down whole.

Wen Junhe told him not to move around randomly, pressing down He Ning’s fingers and gathering them into his palm.

After a night of tossing and turning without good sleep, at the first light of dawn Wen Junhe wrapped him up tight and took him to the hospital.

He Ning wilted in the back seat. When he got out of the car, his eyelids couldn’t even stay open. Then Wen Junhe somehow produced a wheelchair, put a mask on his face, and pushed him straight toward the outpatient department.

He Ning kept his head down the whole way, wishing he could bury his face in his collar. This whole display made it seem like he had some serious illness.

He could actually walk, he was just too lazy to move, but Wen Junhe was being way too dramatic.

When Wen Junhe lifted him in and out of the wheelchair, he simply played dead, letting the other person handle him.

If it weren’t for Wen Junhe insisting, he would rather die than sit in that thing.

The examination results came back as pneumonia. The doctor prescribed nebulizer treatment. After two sessions, Wen Junhe turned around and had the housekeeper go buy a home nebulizer machine.

“What’s this for?” He Ning’s voice was terribly hoarse.

Wen Junhe’s fingers brushed his earlobe as he tied his scarf, ice cold: “Hospitals have too many germs.”

After speaking, he picked him up horizontally and walked toward the parking lot, handing the wheelchair to the driver to return.

He Ning curled up in his arms, suddenly feeling that sitting in a wheelchair wasn’t so embarrassing after all.

He Ning lay completely sprawled across Wen Junhe’s lap, suddenly pressing his forehead against the car window glass, looking at the fast food restaurant sign outside, his voice muffled: “I want fried chicken… pizza works too…”

Not long after he added: “Or hot pot?”

As if he were reading a menu.

Wen Junhe snorted, his fingers threading into his hair and rubbing: “You think you’re three years old? When you’re sick you don’t get to make requests.”

“Did you see that kid in the nebulizer room just now? Even he wasn’t as hard to take care of as you.”

Thinking of He Ning’s behavior during the nebulizer treatment gave him a headache. First he complained the mask pressed on his nose, then muttered that the medicine smell was too strong, fussing back and forth. The kid in the next bed had already finished one round, and he was still adjusting.

He Ning was defiant, the back of his head knocking into Wen Junhe’s chin.

Wen Junhe hissed: “Weren’t you quite the hero when you got soaked in the rain? Now you know what suffering feels like?”

He Ning got angry just hearing that tone, his fingers pinching his arm and twisting half a circle: “You got what you wanted and now you’re showing your true colors, huh?”

His eye rims turned red at the drop of a hat: “Other people’s proposals come with roses or diamond rings. As for me, I got talked into this with just a few words.”

The more He Ning spoke, the more wronged he felt, even his nasal tone coming out: “My dad was right, you’re a complete jerk.”

Wen Junhe let him pinch him, and actually laughed: “Regretting it now? Too late. Who fell in love at first sight with me back then?”

He Ning got anxious, lunged forward and bit his chin, his sharp teeth leaving a clear mark.

Just then the driver came to open the door. Wen Junhe, without changing expression, pressed the person into his embrace, his thumb rubbing that fresh teeth mark on his chin, and instead held him even tighter.

He Ning struggled twice but couldn’t break free, so he simply buried his face in the crook of his neck and played dead, his breathing all spraying against the other’s Adam’s apple.

Suddenly the person in his arms sat up straight. Wen Junhe asked what he was looking at.

“…Isn’t that person Han Qing?”

He Ning hadn’t heard the name “Han Qing” in a very long time, so long he had almost forgotten this person existed.

Several men in black suits pushed a wheelchair hurriedly past the hospital entrance. The person in the wheelchair wore sunglasses, the lower half of his exposed face pale to the point of being nearly transparent, his jawline sharp as if carved by a knife, so thin he was practically unrecognizable.

Wen Junhe’s palm suddenly covered over, warm and dry, completely blocking He Ning’s line of sight.

He Ning’s lashes fluttered against his palm, neither moving nor speaking.

Only when the engine sound started did that hand slowly release.

On the way back, He Ning was silent the whole time. Wen Junhe reached out and stroked his head. After returning home and going upstairs, He Ning rolled himself into the quilt. Wen Junhe had the housekeeper auntie stew pear soup, and brought a bowl up for him.

“Auntie made pear soup. Drink some.”

He Ning suddenly sat up straight, his brows tightly knitted: “Wen Junhe, do you think there’s something wrong with me? Someone like Han Qing… he deserves to end up like this. He did so many bad things, he’s so hateful, he once even wanted to kill me.”

“…So why does my heart feel so uncomfortable seeing him like that?”

Wen Junhe didn’t respond, scooping a spoonful of pear soup and offering it. He Ning turned his head away, so he set the bowl on the coffee table, his thumb rubbing the other’s reddened eye corner: “He got what he deserved. If he hadn’t targeted you, he wouldn’t be where he is today.”

He Ning suddenly grabbed his sleeve, his whole body burrowing into his embrace.

Wen Junhe heard his voice muffled against his chest: “Wen Junhe, don’t be like my dad. Show mercy where you can.”

“I don’t expect to win every argument I have with people now. I actually want very little. I want the people I care about to be by my side. I don’t want a big house or a car. I just want you all to be safe and sound.”

Wen Junhe looked down at the swirl on top of He Ning’s head, remembering when He Ning had a fever and was talking nonsense, he had said these same things too.

Wen Junhe made a sound of agreement, his fingers lightly stroking He Ning’s hair, speaking softly by his ear: “He Ning, try not to get sick so much, okay?”

He Ning nuzzled against Wen Junhe, the top of his head pressing against his chin: “I was wrong, I shouldn’t have deliberately made you angry. But you have to promise me, from now on don’t pay attention to anyone who makes me angry.”

Wen Junhe’s palm pressed against the back of his head, his voice sinking into his chest: “My parents passed away early, and my aunt’s family had their own children to care for. So having you is enough for me.”

He Ning suddenly lifted his head, the tip of his nose brushing his Adam’s apple: “I only have you left too.”

These words made Wen Junhe’s heart soften to the extreme.

After Meng Xuan got out of prison, he had been avoiding He Ning. Recently the young starlet he was keeping had her eye on a limited edition watch, and without a word he took her to the store to get it.

But the display case was completely empty. The shop assistant smiled apologetically and said the watch had just been reserved. Asking further, it was He Ning. This person had been like this from childhood to adulthood, whatever he set his eyes on had to be grasped in his hand, whether by snatching it or throwing money at it.

It wasn’t really a big deal. Before he had relied on He Hongxing’s power to act with impunity, now he leaned on Wen Junhe and acted without fear.

Not far away, He Ning was already walking out of the store with his arm linked through Wen Junhe’s.

He Ning shook his wrist, his smile growing even brighter, leaning his whole body closer to Wen Junhe.

One was sharply dressed in a suit, the other smiled with complete abandon.

The young starlet pouted and acted spoiled beside him. Meng Xuan suddenly felt it was pointless, grabbed her and turned to leave.

The starlet pouted and tugged Meng Xuan’s sleeve: “Young Master Meng, I saw it first! Just because someone has money they can steal other people’s things?”

Meng Xuan loosened his tie, suddenly feeling this place was stifling.

“Let’s go. Everyone hates him. Don’t go looking for trouble… I can’t even afford to provoke him.”