Evil Love Appears chapter 93

Fu Xiaoyu was indeed pretending to be asleep, and even he himself didn’t know why he reacted that way.

But when he thought about meeting Xu Jiale at this moment, his feelings were so complicated for a brief moment that he instinctively chose to avoid the situation.

The air seemed to freeze.

Fu Xiaoyu could feel the weight and warmth of Xu Jiale’s gaze on him, quietly focused on his back.

Xu Jiale remained very quiet, so quiet that it made Fu Xiaoyu anxious. Closing his eyes, he felt like time was dragging on endlessly in the darkness, each second more unbearable than usual.

“Fu…”

Xu Jiale finally spoke. His voice was very soft, but each word sounded exceptionally difficult, “Xiaoyu, are you… asleep?”

He was asking.

But it was like a contradiction. If Xu Jiale believed he was asleep, there was no need to ask that question.

Xu Jiale could see that.

“Xu-ge, president Fu is…” Wang Xiaoshan momentarily forgot to change his address to the more distant “Mr. Xu” in front of Fu Xiaoyu.

Fu Xiaoyu eventually opened his eyes.

Wang Xiaoshan was now sitting across from him, looking somewhat unsure, as if he didn’t know whether to stop Xu Jiale’s inquiry.

Fu Xiaoyu didn’t answer right away. He turned around and slowly sat up, leaning against the head of the bed.

The slow movements were meant to calm himself down.

He was clumsy when it came to disguising things, and Xu Jiale was exceptionally observant.

From the beginning, playing asleep was a poorly chosen option.

Fu Xiaoyu thought he was only embarrassed because of his clumsiness, but he didn’t expect that, at the moment when he raised his head to meet Xu Jiale’s gaze, his heart was filled with nothing but bitterness.

Xu Jiale looked quite disheveled.

Perhaps he had completely forgotten about the unusual climate when he left, and he was still wearing a long-sleeved shirt that was completely inappropriate for the hot weather in Vietnam. The lower hem was crumpled, and the fabric on his chest was partly wet from sweating.

He hadn’t had time to shave, and there was a patch of stubble on his chin. His narrow, dry eyes were tinged with redness, and his dry lips were slightly parted.

Fu Xiaoyu could almost sense Xu Jiale’s hesitation just before he spoke, which was a hesitation tinged with pain.

“Xiaoyu, are you… Are you okay?”

Xu Jiale’s opening seemed rather foolish.

He pushed his glasses with his finger and clumsily added, “How is your health? Are you feeling any discomfort?”

“…”

Lying on the bed, the omega took a deep breath. He didn’t respond immediately but turned his head to look at the juices Xu Jiale had bought on the bedside table. “I’m fine. I’m not in pain anymore.”

Not in pain anymore.

Those were just simple words, a plain answer.

But Fu Xiaoyu’s voice quivered slightly at the end.

Not in pain anymore.

These lines of dialogue seemed to carry a faint double meaning.

The air solidified once again, and Wang Xiaoshan, in a silent manner, moved outside the room and gently closed the door.

When there were only the two of them left in the room, Fu Xiaoyu finally spoke, “I heard from Wang Xiaoshan about last night’s events. Regardless, Xu Jiale… thank you.”

In fact, he hadn’t been feeling well shortly after arriving in Vietnam. Of course, now he knew it was because of dengue fever. But initially, when the symptoms weren’t very severe, he thought it was just a headache and fever caused by the sudden change in climate after arriving in Southeast Asia. So he didn’t pay much attention to it, taking some over-the-counter painkillers and continuing to work.

Partly because of the painkillers, he became less sensitive to the warnings his body was sending.

He experienced a dengue fever attack in his hotel room, with a high fever, delirium, and only woke up when people knocked on his door and shook him frantically. Then he was carried to the hospital by Wang Xiaoshan and others in the middle of the night.

The experience of that night, although ultimately not life-threatening, was still terrifying.

He should thank Xu Jiale, but…

“But, actually, you didn’t need to come to Vietnam.”

Fu Xiaoyu said.

“I know, I just…”

In the end, Xu Jiale’s words faltered.

Of course, he knew that it was not necessary for him to come to Vietnam.

“I know you also didn’t want to see me…”

“Yes.”

Fu Xiaoyu cut off his words with just one word.

Xu Jiale fell silent, and a bitter look slowly appeared in his narrow eyes.

After a long time, Fu Xiaoyu suddenly spoke again, “Xu Jiale, why… Do you still care about me? Why do you care if I’m sick? Why do you rush here by plane overnight?”

Fu Xiaoyu’s voice finally couldn’t help but tremble slightly, “Aren’t we… already broken up?”

It had been the first time that he had met Xu Jiale alone since they broke up. In the dozen or so days after their breakup, he could only barely maintain his composure and calm on the surface. However, starting last night, all the emotions had welled up, layer by layer.

Receiving IV fluids in a foreign hospital in the middle of the night, even with Wang Xiaoshan accompanying him, the loneliness and helplessness were still indescribable.

So when he heard Wang Xiaoshan say that Xu Jiale was the first to notice that something was wrong with him through DingTalk, when he heard that Xu Jiale had rushed to Vietnam overnight from China—

His defenses were breached.

Yes, they had already broken up.

But even after breaking up, he could vaguely feel that there was a hidden connection between them.

So when he found out about Xu Jiale’s actions, his first reaction was not even surprise.

It was as if… from the depths of his heart, he knew that Xu Jiale would do that, that Xu Jiale was still caring about him all the time.

It was this mutual, unspoken caring that made his heart ache.

Fu Xiaoyus eyes were red.

He was pale, his lips lacked color, and a thin mist welled up in his round, large eyes.

This was the first time Xu Jiale had seen Fu Xiaoyu reveal such undisguised vulnerability in front of him.

God, Fu Xiaoyu.

Xu Jiale could almost hear a painful groan coming from his own chest.

Xu Jiale was completely at a loss, and he almost handed over a tissue from the bedside, saying hoarsely, “Xiaoyu, my—”

My…

He stopped short, almost choking on the last few words.

In this moment, all his restraint, patience, and the calm he had been trying to put on all collapsed.

He looked at Fu Xiaoyu, who was sitting on the hospital bed, with red eyes and a red nose, and all he could think of was how he wanted to hold Fu Xiaoyu in his arms, calling him “my little kitten” as he did before.

“Xu Jiale, you can’t keep caring about me like this forever.”

Hearing that “Xiaoyu,” Fu Xiaoyu couldn’t help but raise his head, holding a tissue. “I’ll experience various things in my future life, get sick many times, and face many setbacks. Can you really stay by my side all the time?”

“If you can’t, listen carefully, I don’t want this kind of one-time warmth and care, not even once.”

He tried his best to stay strong, but at this moment, he still choked up a bit. “Xu Jiale, please don’t do this anymore; it hurts me.”

This was the first time he had expressed his grievances and sadness directly to Xu Jiale, feelings he hadn’t even mentioned when they broke up. But at this moment, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Xiaoyu…”

Xu Jiale’s eyes were also red.

Damn.

What had he done?

Just when Xu Jiale’s emotions were still in turmoil, there was a sudden knocking sound from behind.

The hospital room door was knocked on a few times, and Wen Huaixuan walked in quietly, carrying a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a plastic bag in the other. He looked at the expressions on Xu Jiale and Fu Xiaoyu’s faces and was momentarily stunned.

“Is everything okay?”

He handed the flowers to Fu Xiaoyu, who was lying in bed. “I brought you some soup. I figured you might not have much of an appetite right now. If you can’t eat, just drink some soup.”

“President Fu…”

Wang Xiaoshan followed behind him, looking somewhat helpless. He quickly glanced at the people in the room.

The air in the entire hospital room felt heavy. Xu Jiale didn’t say much, he just glanced at the bouquet of flowers in Wen Huaixuan’s hand.

“No, it’s fine.”

Fu Xiaoyu tossed the tissue into the trash can and quickly regained his composure. He said casually, “Why did you bring flowers?”

“Oh!”

Wen Huaixuan placed the bouquet of flowers on the bedside table near the window, “I saw someone selling them on the way, they looked pretty, and the hospital room is a bit monotonous, so I thought a bouquet of flowers would improve the mood.”

“Mr. Wen,” Wang Xiaoshan couldn’t help but speak, “The doctor said that if Mr. Fu doesn’t have a fever by tomorrow, he can be discharged to recover on his own. It’s a bit of a shame to bring flowers for a single day.”

“Thank you.” Fu Xiaoyu didn’t look at Xu Jiale anymore and calmly said to Wen Huaixuan, “You’re too kind.”

In fact, Xu Jiale remembered the first time he saw Wen Huaixuan. This alpha had confidently carried a large bouquet of flowers. Damn it, perhaps he had some kind of fixation on giving flowers to Fu Xiaoyu. Under normal circumstances, he might tease or argue with him, but now he really didn’t have the mood.

The next moment, Fu Xiaoyu reacted a bit slowly, asking, “I can be discharged tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

Wang Xiaoshan sighed. He explained, “After all, it’s a mild case. If there’s no fever by tomorrow, you can recover on your own. You don’t have to stay in the hospital. Just make sure to find another hotel to stay at when you go back, not on the balcony again.”

“Yes, I was thinking about that too.”

Wen Huaixuan also chimed in, “I saw that the hotel where Mr. Fu stayed before was too close to the river, and areas with water tend to have mosquitoes. I’ve booked a nice family suite in the city center, so Mr. Fu can rest well. Wang Xiaoshan can stay there too, so you can both feel at ease.”

“Thank you, Mr. Wen,” Wang Xiaoshan said softly.

On that day, Wen Huaixuan had been with Fu Xiaoyu almost all day, occasionally discussing the progress of setting up a branch in Vietnam and talking about his own hotel.

The small hospital room was crowded, and the air conditioning wasn’t particularly strong. Sometimes when Fu Xiaoyu felt tired and wanted to sleep, Wen Huaixuan would go outside for some fresh air.

Fu Xiaoyu didn’t talk to Xu Jiale alone anymore; the alpha remained silent. However, in Wen Huaixuan’s absence, he bought Vietnamese beef noodles and fruits downstairs for Fu Xiaoyu and Wang Xiaoshan.

As evening approached, Fu Xiaoyu’s appetite had improved somewhat, and he ate beef noodles throughout the evening.

Xu Jiale sat on the side and quietly peeled an apple, handing one to Fu Xiaoyu through Wang Xiaoshan. Then, he peeled one for Wang Xiaoshan as well.

He couldn’t be bothered to peel one for himself and just drank a bottle of watermelon juice. However, strangely, his mouth seemed to taste only bitterness no matter what he consumed.

As night fell, Xu Jiale’s heart gradually sank.

Fu Xiaoyu was about to be discharged, and he, most likely, had truly lost any excuse to be by this omega’s side.

In the future, it seemed like there would be no more excuses.

That night, he didn’t even want to book a hotel, he just went to a convenience store, bought a razor and toiletries, quickly freshened up at the hospital, and sat on a bench in the corridor staring at the room with the curtains drawn. The whole night, he felt dazed.

However, resisting the arrival of tomorrow was futile. After a medical examination was conducted to confirm that Fu Xiaoyu no longer had a fever, the hospital discharged him as planned.

Early in the morning, Wen Huaixuan came to pick them up and took both omegas to the hotel they had booked.

Xu Jiale was no longer concerned about maintaining appearances in front of Wen Huaixuan; he quietly followed them, watching as Wang Xiaoshan and Fu Xiaoyu completed their check-in process. Afterward, he settled into a well-prepared luxury suite with mosquito prevention.

“Mr. Xu,” Wen Huaixuan looked at Xu Jiale searchingly and tentatively asked, “What about you? Will you continue staying in Vietnam?”

Xu Jiale didn’t answer immediately. It wasn’t until everything was settled, and he found himself in this awkward situation that he realized he didn’t know what to say.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t be shameless, and he certainly wasn’t afraid of being around Wen Huaixuan. However, it was only today that he was continuously reminded of the red-eyed Fu Xiaoyu saying, “It hurts me.”

He really had no standing to stay any longer.

“Xu-ge,” Wang Xiaoshan emerged from the bedroom and pulled him aside, speaking in a low voice, “What are your plans?”

“I’m going back to China,” Xu Jiale’s lips twitched slightly, though it was hard to tell what expression he wore.

In two days, Murong Jingya was scheduled for surgery. Yesterday, Murong Lang even asked if he could return.

“Ah, you’ve been through so much,” Wang Xiaoshan couldn’t help but sigh again, unsure of what to say. After a moment of silence, he continued, “Don’t worry, I’ll stay with Mr. Fu. If everything goes well here, he’ll be returning to China according to the original plan in a couple of days.”

“Alright,” Xu Jiale finally walked to the bedroom door, knocked lightly, and looked inside, “Fu Xiaoyu, I’m leaving now.”

The omega lying in bed raised his head, and their eyes met. He replied softly, “Okay.”

Their brief exchange felt like everything was unspoken but understood.

Xu Jiale gazed at Fu Xiaoyu’s face, his round eyes, pale complexion, and slender lips. His eyes roamed over every detail of Fu Xiaoyu’s appearance with an almost greedy and desperate yearning.

In this moment of non-separation, longing had silently wrapped around his heart.

Xu Jiale left in the same manner he had arrived, carrying a small bag, and went back to the Ho Chi Minh City airport. Perhaps due to a lack of sleep for two days, the five-hour flight felt like torture. He was sweating profusely, his stomach ached, and the tinnitus was worse than ever. When he disembarked, he felt as if he were about to collapse.

The discomfort wasn’t an illusion.

Xu Jiale was genuinely ill.

As soon as he returned home, he began vomiting and having diarrhea. He felt as if he had become intimately acquainted with the toilet. He spent the entire night hunched over, and even his little cat, Xia’an, was startled. The white cat occasionally scraped her paw against him.

“Darling.”

Xu Jiale looked at Xia’an and called out in a hoarse voice, then closed his eyes again, “Darling.”

Whenever he closed his eyes, all he could think of was Fu Xiaoyu.

All he could think of was Fu Xiaoyu.

After suggesting the breakup, he had never dared to think of Fu Xiaoyu this way, as it felt sacrilegious. However, after spending a day and a half in Vietnam, he realized he couldn’t control his own mind anymore.

He obsessively remembered—

Fu Xiaoyu, dressed in a white T-shirt, rushing over to confess his feelings when he returned from Vietnam and fell ill.

Fu Xiaoyu, shyly holding his hand during his first heat.

Fu Xiaoyu’s round cat-like eyes, Fu Xiaoyu’s soft moans in his ear, Fu Xiaoyu in a shirt, Fu Xiaoyu’s delicate nape gland, and the last disappointed punch Fu Xiaoyu threw at him.

And especially Fu Xiaoyu, holding a tissue, saying, “It hurts me.”

He couldn’t protect Fu Xiaoyu anymore.

Once he lost the alpha identity to protect Fu Xiaoyu, he would lose all qualifications.

In this long life, people encounter countless unexpected situations.

Dengue fever is not the most dangerous of diseases, but no matter what the future holds, he can no longer be with Fu Xiaoyu.

The more he thought about it, the more his stomach convulsed, and he vomited until he felt he was retching bile.

But when he leaned against the wall, he still fumbled for his phone in his pocket and repeatedly scrolled through his WeChat chat history with Fu Xiaoyu.

After they started dating, Fu Xiaoyu didn’t use WeChat much, and he hardly used emojis. Sometimes, when there was something important, Fu Xiaoyu would call him directly. So, sometimes most of the messages were from him.

-.-: Hey, Xiaoyu, send me some sweet words, will you?

-.-: You won’t?

-.-: What does my little kitten want to eat today?

-.-: Are you up for great sex today? Do you have time?

-.-: Baby, you finish work at 9? Shall I come pick you up?

It had only been a little over ten days, but looking at those conversations with the cheerful Crayon Shin-chan avatar, it felt distant and unfamiliar.

He had been so happy back then.

When he loved Fu Xiaoyu, he had touched genuine happiness when he was with him.

Xu Jiale’s hand trembled slightly, and he sent a message, “Xiaoyu.”

An expected red exclamation mark popped up—

He was no longer a friend to the other.

Xu Jiale’s eyes felt warm as he anxiously sent seven or eight more messages with “Xiaoyu” and saw seven or eight exclamation marks pop up together. He finally closed his eyes, exhausted, his face pale.

Exhaustion wasn’t just physical; it was mental.

At that moment when he collapsed on the floor, Xu Jiale knew he was done.

He was finished.

After the breakup, he had come to this point, and now he had genuinely lost control.

All the restraint and moving on were all bullshit.

In those ten days and more, he had made a colossal mistake.

He thought he could endure the pain of losing Fu Xiaoyu, but he couldn’t.

Regardless of his identity, as long as he was alive and breathing, he couldn’t endure it.

He regretted it.