Although Wen Muyan phrased his sentence as a question, his tone was confident and hostile.

However, the response to his words was complete silence.

As well as a look that made him feel uncomfortable.

Looking at the indifferent man in front of him, Wen Muyan frowned slightly and gently put his glasses back into his breast pocket.

“Xiao Han, Xiao Fan is resting now. He doesn’t want to see you. I don’t want someone like you to hurt him anymore. Please go back.”

Xiao Han could hardly be bothered to pay attention to him, but he had to stop at the door of the room, as Wen Muyan blocked his way with his arm.

“Get out of my way.”

Wen Muyan frowned harder, speaking sternly, “I’ll repeat myself: Xiao Fan doesn’t want to see you. Please don’t hurt him anymore! His leg has already been burned, but it’s his heart that hurts even more! Don’t you think you’ve hurt him enough already?”

Finding the accusation rather amusing, Xiao Han laughed, “Was it me who started the fire?”
Wen Muyan was taken aback, and then he heard the other man continue, “Instead of blaming the restaurant for the burns, you blame me?”
Wen Muyan was furious. “You only cared about saving your previous lover without caring about Xiao Fan’s life!”
“So, according to you, Chenli should have died?”
Wen Muyan didn’t lose his mind in the other man’s logic. Instead, he understood the implication of the words and sneered, “Then you can just go take care of your Chenli. Xiao Fan has me. You don’t have to worry about him.”
In fact, I really don’t want to worry about him.
Xiao Han thought this silently in his heart, but with his mouth, he could only say,
“Zhuo Fan is my boyfriend. It’s only natural that I come to see him.” » He raised his arm in front of him and opened the door.
Sure enough, Zhuo Fan was sitting on the bed in a daze, vaguely looking at the branches outside the window. When he heard the door open, he slowly turned his head and stared at Xiao Han’s familiar, handsome face for a moment. He then mocked in a hoarse voice, “Am I not just a ‘friend’?”
After that, he turned his head back to look out the window, as if his eyes would hurt if he looked at Xiao Han for too long.
Xiao Han of course understood what he meant. So, as per the script, he stood in front of the hospital bed “full of regret” and looked at Zhuo Fan with “an expression of unprecedented sincerity.”

Then, he said, “I usually don’t enjoy explaining things to others, but I hope my explanation today helps you feel better. That day, I didn’t intentionally abandon you to save Chenli. I just didn’t see you…”
“But you only shouted Liang Chenli’s name!” Zhuo Fan turned to look at him in anger, unable to suppress his emotions.
Xiao Han really wanted to ask Zhuo Fan why he didn’t call when he heard him in the bathroom, but the script didn’t allow him to embarrass the little bottom like this. So he could only look ashamed and mutter, “I just wanted to get him out before coming back to get you…”
“So, I’ll always be Liang Chenli’s replacement in your heart! Always second place!” Zhuo Fan released the complaint buried in his heart for many years. He felt relieved, relaxed, dizzy, and fell onto his pillow, his chest rising and falling with his breath.

Wen Muyan was frightened and rushed to calm him down. His face was annoyed but his tone was tender, “Xiao Fan, the doctor said that emotional excitement is not good for your condition. This kind of guy doesn’t deserve your sadness at all. Promise me, don’t pay attention to what he has to say anymore, okay?”
“Muyan, thank you. Fortunately, I have you here with me.”

“Xiao Fan, we grew up together. No need to be so polite to me.”
After Muyan comforted him for a while, Zhuo Fan gradually calmed down.

Xiao Han observed their exchange, feeling sidelined despite being the official top. Of course, the script had designed it this way. The intention was to make the scum character "feel intensely irritated" by their closeness, "inexplicably find Wen Muyan unbearable," "Zhuo Fan was clearly his" and so on, and experience jealousy as if he had a split personality.

Yet, after watching for a long time, Xiao Han only did one very untimely thing: he accidentally yawned.
No choice. This romance was too boring. Anyone would start to get sore legs after standing for so long, okay?
Fortunately, however, the bottom and the deeply affectionate cannon fodder man were too immersed in the pleasure of annoying the scum top to realize what he had done.
Feeling that he had given them enough airtime, Xiao Han said in a low voice with a slightly worried tone, “Get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
As expected, he heard Zhuo Fan’s cold reply, “You don’t have to come back. I don’t want to see you anymore.”
Xiao Han paused for a moment before stepping out the door with an indifferent air. He took a seat on the bench outside, waiting for the cannon fodder to come out and seek him out.

As expected, within two minutes, Wen Muyan emerged and looked surprised to see Xiao Han at the door. It seemed he hadn't expected the man to still be there. “I have something to tell you.” Wen Muyan put on his coat and glasses. “Come with me.”
Where else could they go? The underground parking lot, of course.
Xiao Han leaned against the cold wall. As he thought about the upcoming scene of two men fighting over a third out of jealousy, he found it particularly ridiculous. However, he had to stifle his laughter, which was quite a difficult task.

Wen Muyan pushed his glasses back up his nose and began with a serious look: "I repeat, please do not show up in front of Xiao Fan again in the future."

"Who are you?" Xiao Han didn’t want to mock the poor man in front of him, but according to the plot, he didn’t even know the other guy’s name.

Wen Muyan paused, but he didn’t show any signs of being upset. Xiao Han couldn’t tell if he genuinely had a good character or if he was just very skilled at hiding his emotions. "I am Xiao Fan’s childhood friend, Wen Muyan."

Seeing that Xiao Han didn’t respond, Wen Muyan continued, "After turning a blind eye to all the things Xiao Fan has done for you, what face do you have to make him come back to you? A man like you is not worthy of him at all!"

Xiao Han changed his posture, still leaning against the wall, and said in a cooperative tone, "So, how are you more worthy then?"

"I am the one who truly loves Xiao Fan." Wen Muyan solemnly stated this.

Xiao Han looked at Wen Muyan carefully, feeling both amusement and pity for the other man. He couldn’t help it and gave a cold smile, showing his teeth.

"I am the one Zhuo Fan loves, both in the past and in the future. I won’t let him leave me."

Xiao Han finished this sentence like a starting shot, stepped forward to pat Wen Muyan on the shoulder, and then walked away.

Of course, he improvised this last action.

But in reality, Xiao Han was deeply troubled. His distress didn’t come from thinking about how to change Zhuo Fan’s mind. Rather, it came from the realization that he now had to follow the script’s direction and become a true loyal dog, also known as the " trash top."

It was unbearable!

But he didn’t know what would happen if he violated the script’s provisions. In any case, it could never lead to anything good.

After a hard ideological struggle, Xiao Han decided to take a shower and go to sleep.

Early the next morning, Xiao Han went into the kitchen to make chicken soup but became depressed upon seeing the plucked chicken on the cutting board: he had no idea how to prepare it!

But it didn’t matter, he had an all-powerful script!

Thus, the chicken soup was quickly prepared. You might ask why there was no concern about bird flu? Don’t be silly. There are so many gay characters in novels who don’t even use condoms, but have you seen any of them contract HIV?

*

When Xiao Han brought the chicken soup to Zhuo Fan, Wen Muyan was not there.

"What are you doing here?" Zhuo Fan looked at him coldly, the tenderness and warmth from before gone.

Xiao Han felt "a pain in his heart." He put the soup on the table and served it, speaking slowly, "I noticed you’ve gotten much thinner than before, so I made this myself. You’ve always done these things for me in the past, but I didn’t appreciate them. I was wrong."

Zhuo Fan was obviously surprised but quickly became sarcastic, "Who do you think I am? A dog that you can coax at home with a little sweet treat? I said I never want to see you again!"

At this moment, the protagonist was supposed to not realize the degree of despair the bottom felt. He simply considered it a trivial argument. So, Xiao Han took a spoonful of soup, blew on it, and tried to feed Zhuo Fan. "I’ll leave once you’ve finished this."

Zhuo Fan closed his eyes and turned his head. The spoon moved with him, completely ignoring the other man's request to leave.

"I told you to leave!" Zhuo Fan felt his self-esteem had been seriously trampled. He waved his hand angrily, knocking over the bowl of chicken soup. The hot soup splashed on both of them. It was so hot that Zhuo Fan frowned and yelled.

Just then, the door to the room opened again. Wen Muyan entered, holding lunch in his hands.

"Xiao Han! What did you do to Xiao Fan?!"

Xiao Han had anticipated this incident. Therefore, he quickly avoided getting splashed with soup while taking out the tissues he had prepared earlier. He tried to wipe Zhuo Fan, but of course, Zhuo Fan wanted to dodge. Naturally, this struggle was clearly misunderstood by Wen Muyan.

A fist was thrown towards Xiao Han’s face!

However, it didn’t land on his face. Instead, it grazed his cheek, and Xiao Han immediately intercepted the attack by grabbing the other person's wrist.

Xiao Han felt the force that had been put into the punch aimed at his face.

He glanced at Zhuo Fan out of the corner of his eye. The man kept his head turned with indifference and didn’t look at him even once.

Missing the punch, Wen Muyan’s anger, of course, didn’t subside. He immediately threw another punch towards Xiao Han’s lower abdomen!

Even though it was just a game, Xiao Han couldn’t help but get truly angry. He turned to the side to dodge the second punch and drove his elbow into his opponent's stomach. Wen Muyan, who wasn’t skilled in fighting, immediately started to feel nauseous.

"Stop it!" When Zhuo Fan saw his good friend being beaten, how could he stand by? He tried to stop them and immediately struggled to get out of bed. Of course, he ended up moving his injured leg and fell right into the arms of the cannon fodder.

"Muyan, where are you injured?" Zhuo Fan looked at him reproachfully. "It’s my fault. I accidentally spilled the soup, which caused the misunderstanding, and now you’re even injured."

Wen Muyan kissed him gently and shook his head. "Of course, I won’t blame you."

"Zhuo Fan, what happened to your leg?" Xiao Han pretended to show concern.

"It’s none of your business!" Zhuo Fan snapped. "Xiao Han, why did you hit Muyan? He was the first one to visit me after I was hospitalized, and he took care of me all the time. Who gave you the right to hit him?" Zhuo Fan shot Xiao Han a furious glare, his eyes burning with resentment.

Xiao Han sneered inwardly. It was fine for Wen Muyan to hit him, but he was being bombarded with complaints just for retaliating.

He tried to stay in line with the plot while suppressing his rage. With a grim expression, he stepped forward and pulled Zhuo Fan out of Wen Muyan’s arms, his voice cold as ice. "Come home with me. From now on, I’ll be the one taking care of you ."

"Let me go!" Zhuo Fan’s injured leg left him powerless against the other man. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t break free. In frustration, he swung his free hand with all his strength.

Slap!

The sharp sound echoed through the room, plunging it into sudden silence.

A second passed before Xiao Jun felt a searing pain spread across his right cheek, intensifying with every heartbeat.

What the hell? Damn it!

What kind of karmic debt had he accumulated in his past life to get caught up in a situation like this?

Xiao Han swallowed down the bitterness rising in his throat, but it wasn’t over yet. One slap wasn’t enough to quell Zhuo Fan’s fury. Turning to the window, he refused to spare Xiao Han even a glance, his voice laced with cold indifference. "Xiao Han, I don’t love you anymore. It’s over. Don’t ever show your face in front of me again."

Xiao Han’s gaze darkened, his expression unreadable. He stared at Zhuo Fan for a long moment before finally turning away and leaving the room without another word.

But he didn’t leave. The script had him sitting outside the door all day, lost in thought, before finally returning—haggard, exhausted—to apologize to the very man who had just slapped him.

Inside, Wen Muyan stepped forward to support Zhuo Fan’s faltering body, a note of relief in his voice. “Xiao Han is an asshole. He only knows how to make you suffer. It’s okay—you still have me.”

Zhuo Fan, still dazed, seemed unable to shake off his trance. His gaze wavered. Even after Xiao Han had left the room, his eyes kept drifting toward the door, as if pulled by some invisible force. Then, as if realizing his own lapse, he pulled away from Wen Muyan’s support and forced out a light laugh. “I’m fine. The doctor said I’ll be discharged in a few days.”

Wen Muyan’s hands, left hanging in mid-air, slowly lowered. He smiled, though something about it felt just a little off. “Really? That’s great.”

“Mn…”

Thud!

The door swung open again.

Zhuo Fan’s breath hitched as Xiao Han stepped back inside.

Seeing him stride toward the bed, Zhuo Fan’s expression darkened. He turned his face away, weary and indifferent. “Xiao Han, let me go. No matter what you say, I will never come back to you. Just give up. I don’t—”

His voice cut off abruptly. Not because he was interrupted.

But because Xiao Han strode right past him without pausing, heading directly to the table.

Without a glance, he picked up the thermos of chicken soup he had left behind.

A realization struck Zhuo Fan like a slap harsher than the one he had given earlier. His face drained of color. He had completely overestimated himself.

At the door, Xiao Han turned back. His lips curled into a slow, mocking smile. “Fuck you. Goodbye.”

Click.

The door closed.

This time, when Xiao Han walked away, he felt lighter than ever, as if a crushing weight had finally lifted. The pain in his gut was gone. He didn’t know what consequences would come from deviating from the script, but one thing was certain—he was done playing the fool who kept turning the other cheek.

He got into his car and drove off. The sun outside was dazzling, reflecting his newfound sense of freedom.

As he contemplated what his life might look like now, free from the script’s constraints, a truck suddenly rushed straight toward him—

It happened too fast.

There was no time to react.

Xiao Han barely managed to leave his last words to the world.

Just two simple words:

“Heh heh.”

 

 

Translator : DarNan