Chapter 90

Wen Zhengyu turned his back and was lost in thought, ignoring Li Shungui's angry curses at the girl who might have ruined his voice forever. The one whose voice was truly at risk was Wen Zhengyu himself, not anyone else. If there was one person in this world who had to bear all the pain, it would definitely be Wen Zhengyu, not anyone else.

Others might feel sad, regretful, unwilling, and heartbroken, including Jin Taeyeon, who might also feel guilty. But the one who would truly have to bear the consequences of a potentially ruined voice was only Wen Zhengyu. Would he not be sad? Would he not be unwilling? Would he not feel lost and helpless? Of course not. He was just good at hiding it. Or rather, he didn't express it as directly as the people in front of him.

But no matter what the outcome, he had to be fair. He had to be more of a man. Looking out the window at the falling leaves, Wen Zhengyu smiled. He took a deep breath, turned to look at Li Shungui, and raised his hand to wipe the tears from her tear-streaked face: "No... it's not her fault." Li Shungui was taken aback and instinctively closed her still scolding mouth.

Wen Zhengyu smiled and gently rubbed his throat, slowing down his speech, his voice hoarse but clear: "It's not her fault... I was the one who kept it from her... But even if she knew... she suppressed herself to make me perform better... Would I be willing...? I'm a trainee... she's not... she's a girl... I'm not."

"But..." Li Shungui opened her mouth to say something.

Wen Zhengyu waved his hand to interrupt her: "Shungui... I wouldn't even bear a fraction from my father... for a girl who's not a trainee... would I ask her to tolerate me?"

Li Shungui bit her lip and looked at him with a strange expression. After a while, she pouted and muttered, "Arrogant."

Wen Zhengyu chuckled and shook his head, ruffling her hair: "This isn't arrogance... it's pride."

Looking at the ceiling, Wen Zhengyu pursed his lips: "Even if I become hoarse... and can't even speak... one should be fair... don't blame others for your own misfortune... because if you do... you'll not only lose your voice... but also your humanity."

The atmosphere fell silent. Li Shungui just looked at Wen Zhengyu, finding that he was more striking when he wasn't smiling. After a while, Wen Zhengyu suddenly propped himself up and sat up, getting out of bed and walking to the balcony. Li Shungui came to her senses and hurriedly followed to support him.

Wen Zhengyu laughed and turned back: "My voice is... damaged... not my body."

Li Shungui rolled her eyes and smiled awkwardly. Wen Zhengyu put his arm around Li Shungui's shoulder, and they looked at the scenery outside the window together. Picking up a leaf that happened to look like a lion, Wen Zhengyu smiled and handed it to her. Li Shungui took it, gritted her teeth, and slapped him. But she didn't throw the leaf away; instead, she held it carefully in her hand.

Wen Zhengyu leaned on the railing, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the hospital, and murmured: "If my voice doesn't get better in the future, it will just be an accident, and I'll blame myself for being too clever. If my voice can get better..."

Wen Zhengyu paused, then suddenly turned to look at Li Shungui: "You be my witness. I, Wen Zhengyu, will win her once and for all. And this time I'm getting treatment, she can use it to make up for the gap I fell behind as a trainee... or even a gap that doesn't exist."

Li Shungui looked at Wen Zhengyu and nodded involuntarily. Wen Zhengyu squinted and smiled, ruffling her hair: "Let's go back... aren't you supposed to be preparing for your debut... I hate it when you look at me with pity... I prefer your proud attitude."

Li Shungui immediately responded, coldly pushing his hand away and hitting his back: "Don't touch my head! Do you want me to be short and lose to you, you jerk?!"

Wen Zhengyu winked playfully, making Li Shungui's anger flare up again. But the sound of a text message rang in the room. Li Shungui watched his back as he walked in, remembering the way he had spoken just now, and felt a strange sensation. From the first time they met, the image of that brat had changed, now with many prefixes and suffixes, like... proud.

Many adults couldn't do what he could. No one, when faced with unbearable situations, could remain complaint-free. No one, even if they had no reason to complain. But Wen Zhengyu could complain and had reasons to complain, yet he didn't. He was even willing to objectively admit that it was an accident.

To win back what he had lost, it wasn't about complaining, but about being fair and square. Li Shungui, hearing his account and his father's scolding, understood the whole story. She knew Wen Zhengyu's mindset best. As he said, it was because he didn't want the other person to tolerate him, which led to this accident.

But what if he had told her about his vocal cords beforehand? One could say that Wen Zhengyu's actions were unreasonable and childish, but his choice could be understood. I don't want you to tolerate me for any reason. I can smile warmly at anyone and treat people kindly, but I don't want any reason for leniency.

If I can't handle this, how can I fight against my family? How can I break free from the so-called shackles? How can I achieve my own goals? If I just blend in with the crowd, why did I even leave home? No need. Shaking her head, Li Shungui smiled and leaned against the balcony door, watching him fiddle with his phone. Such a strong and proud personality, she didn't know if it was good or bad.

Just as Wen Zhengyu was fiddling with his phone, his expression suddenly changed.

Li Shungui came to her senses and curiously approached: "What's wrong?"

Wen Zhengyu paused, squinted, and shook his head: "Nothing... you should go back. You're so busy, you don't want to make me feel guilty, do you?"

Li Shungui pouted and gave him a light kick: "Changing the subject, huh? Do you have to be so obvious?" Wen Zhengyu nodded dismissively and stood up, pushing Li Shungui: "I'll be direct. I need to send a text. I don't have time to deal with you, go back, don't be in the way."

Li Shungui laughed: "Hey! You don't have to be so direct... are you really kicking me out?!"

Watching the door slam shut, Li Shungui kicked it in frustration, muttering, "Serves you right for losing your voice," and turned to leave the hospital. Wen Zhengyu ignored Li Shungui, sat back on the bed, and frowned at his phone. The text was from Li Yayuan, telling him that Song Huirin would go to teach Jin Taeyeon a lesson today.

Wen Zhengyu had been hospitalized since the school festival performance yesterday afternoon due to his voice issues. During the time from yesterday afternoon to today noon, he had been thinking about his vocal cords and hadn't thought about anything else. Although he hadn't replied to Jin Taeyeon's text, he didn't know how to face her. Blame? Anger? Forgiveness? It wasn't until just now that he had sorted out the whole story and classified the incident as an accident.

But... it didn't mean he was willing to let it go.

He was human, not a saint. He could analyze things with reason and pride, but his emotions told him that Jin Taeyeon being taught a lesson had nothing to do with him. He had done everything he could, and now, even if his voice was an accident, it was indeed her fault. If she was taught a lesson, so be it. At least, she could still sing.

He replied, "She deserves a lesson," and then turned off his phone, preparing to rest.

Lying in bed under the covers, he had been a bit insomnia last night, and his sore throat made him want to cough constantly. He felt a bit better today, but Li Shungui had woken him up. Now he was catching up on sleep.

He turned over, breathing calmly. Everything seemed to be pushed aside. After about five minutes, Wen Zhengyu's breathing became heavier, and he suddenly opened his eyes to look at the phone on the bedside table. He frowned, picked it up, and caressed the screen. After a while, he sighed and turned the phone back on. Sure enough, there was a reply.

"Senior has incited the whole school to intercept her. No one can protect her. As soon as she's alone, they'll drag her to a place where no one can find her and teach her a lesson. And I... didn't go to school today."

Just as he closed his eyes, for some reason, Wen Zhengyu's mind kept flashing back to that pale, milk-like face. That little face looked pitifully at Wen Zhengyu and said sorry. And for some reason, when he handed her a tissue in the activity room that day, her tearful, timid appearance made Wen Zhengyu feel incredibly frustrated.

Wen Zhengyu shook his head and replied, "Why didn't you go to school? Afraid of being implicated?"

Li Yayuan: "Senior asked me to take a leave..."

Wen Zhengyu: "You take a leave just because she asks?"

Li Yayuan: "She's my senior..."

Wen Zhengyu chuckled: "Then why did you ask me to go?"

Li Yayuan: "I know Senior likes you..."

Wen Zhengyu pursed his lips: "I also know you like me..."

Wen Zhengyu immediately sent another message: "I find it strange. The one who doesn't like me is going to get beaten because of me, and the one who likes me is either beating someone or avoiding it."

This time, Wen Zhengyu didn't reply to her, turned off his phone, and, wearing his hospital gown with a coat and slippers, sneaked out. Since he had already classified the incident, his pride told him that he wouldn't stoop to using others to teach someone who had hurt him a lesson. Besides, it was an accident, not a real injury.

If Song Huirin really did something to Jin Taeyeon, how could he talk about winning her fairly? There are three words to describe it: "Can't take a loss."

Sitting on the bus to Jeonju, Wen Zhengyu's strange attire and perfect face attracted attention. But sitting at the back, he closed his eyes and leaned against the side to sleep. The attention naturally dissipated.

I'm really a good person. Even in this situation, I still care about these things.

(I said I didn't sleep all night, who would believe me? Well, whether you believe it or not, to prevent me from waking up after noon, I'm posting this early today. First, thank you to Meng Jie and fallenone for the support. And sooyeon. He hasn't even started "Lianzhan Xingmeng" yet, but he has already given so much support, thank you. Since I'm posting early today, can I have the votes now? And please add it to your favorites, it's just a click, right, dear. zzang, zzangO(∩_∩)O)

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