He Tried to Hurt Me—My Husband Made Him Crawl Out of the Hospital

Xie Hanzhou’s mind went blank.

He never imagined Ning Shixue would dare lay hands on him.
His throat nearly gave way with the sound of bones cracking.
He had never been this close to death before.

Ning Shixue’s face was pale, but his gaze was calm as a deep pool.
Xie Hanzhou’s teeth chattered uncontrollably.

But he was, after all, the original story’s male lead.
He was top-tier in every way.
And Ning Shixue was exhausted.
Xie Hanzhou suddenly struggled and swung his fist at Ning Shixue again.

Ning Shixue didn’t dodge.
He caught his fist with his palm.
With a dark face, he twisted it with a crack.
The wrist bone dislocated with an audible sound.

Xie Hanzhou let out a suppressed cry of pain.
Finally, trembling, he held his wrist.
He stumbled back a few steps and fell to the ground.
His face was ashen.
He gritted his teeth and said,
“…You’re not Ning Shixue.”

The original Ning Shixue couldn’t have hit him.
And that sickly guy couldn’t have beaten him either.

Ning Shixue couldn’t be bothered with what he said.
He crouched down, picked up Xie Hanzhou’s phone that had fallen on the ground, and dialed the last call back.
His voice was cold.
“No need to come.”

“What?”
the person on the other end was stunned for a moment.
“Who are you? Where’s Brother Zhou?”

Ning Shixue hung up directly.

Xie Hanzhou’s wrist was dislocated.
His neck had deep, bruised marks from being strangled.
He was sweating from the pain.
He couldn’t even pay attention to Ning Shixue.

Ning Shixue’s beautiful eyelashes curved.
But there was no smile in his eyes.
He asked him,
“Can you stand up?”

He wouldn’t mind helping him call a nurse.

After all, this was very close to the high-end ward area.
Xie family members and Xie Group executives were coming and going.
If Xie Hanzhou collapsed here, it would be a trouble for him.

Ning Shixue looked up and glanced towards the ward.
Another silver-haired old man was walking towards it, leaning on a cane.
His expression was very serious.
Behind him followed a secretary and bodyguards.

Old Master Xie had been unconscious for three years.
When he opened his eyes and learned that Xie Sui was dead, he got a bit agitated.

But he had already thought of the worst possible outcome.
Doctors were by his bedside.
His condition soon stabilized.

“Zhaozhou.”
Xie Mengyuan, outside the ward, waved at Xie Zhaozhou and called him quietly.

Xie Zhaozhou left the ward.
When he looked up, he saw an old man about the same age as Old Master Xie.
Xie Zhaozhou’s eyes were cold and calm.
He said quietly,
“Uncle Cheng.”

Cheng Zhang was actually of a higher generation than Old Master Xie.
Old Master Xie’s father had known Cheng Zhang when he was in the shipping business years ago.
When he died, he left Cheng Zhang to Old Master Xie.
He became his right-hand man.
But the Xie family all called him Uncle Cheng.

He had always only recognized Old Master Xie.
He had even made things difficult for Xie Sui back then.
Now, he was also unfriendly towards Xie Zhaozhou.

Especially since Xie Zhaozhou’s methods were ruthless.
He had driven away most of the Xie Group’s veterans.
Cheng Zhang had a long-standing grudge against him.

“Now that Chairman Xie is awake,”
Cheng Zhang said, his gaze sharp.
“Many people in the company want to see the chairman. Shouldn’t the people outside this ward be more restrained?”

The bodyguards Xie Zhaozhou had posted outside Old Master Xie’s room still hadn’t been withdrawn.
Only Xie Zhaozhou had been allowed into the ward.

Cheng Zhang’s words had a double meaning.
Besides the people outside the ward, he was also referring to Xie Zhaozhou’s people in the company.
Cheng Zhang, as usual, wanted him to relinquish power.

Xie Mengyuan timely interjected, smoothing things over.
“Uncle Cheng, the old man’s health isn’t good yet. He needs quiet rest.”

He was essentially speaking up for Xie Zhaozhou.
Since Old Master Xie hadn’t recovered, company matters should still be handled by Xie Zhaozhou for now.

Xie Zhaozhou didn’t have time to argue with Cheng Zhang outside the ward.
Xie Hanzhou had been trying to see him since last night.
He probably thought his father’s death was connected to Xie Zhaozhou and wanted to confront him.

Xie Hanzhou was too impatient.
Coming to the hospital to cause a scene now would do him no good.

But Liao Yanwan was crazy.
Liao Qingchi didn’t care about Xie family matters and wouldn’t help him.
He suddenly had no one to rely on.
Unable to let go of his former arrogance, the more insecure he felt, the more he acted out.

Afraid he would cause trouble, Xie Zhaozhou had to go see him.
But before he could, Song Li hurried over and whispered to him,
“Young Master Ning is here. He ran into Xie Hanzhou outside.”

The driver was still scared.
After dropping Ning Shixue off at the hospital, he had messaged Song Li.

And surveillance cameras had captured Ning Shixue and Xie Hanzhou.
It hadn’t caught everything.
It only showed Xie Hanzhou suddenly swinging his fist.
Then Ning Shixue dodged, just happening to moving into a blind spot.
Xie Hanzhou followed him.
What happened next was unknown.

Song Li had already sent people to find Ning Shixue.

Xie Zhaozhou’s expression instantly darkened.
Cheng Zhang tried to speak again, but met Xie Zhaozhou’s cold, dark gaze.
He instinctively fell silent and watched Xie Zhaozhou leave.

Ning Shixue heard Xie Zhaozhou’s footsteps from afar and started to feel guilty.
Until Xie Zhaozhou grabbed his arm and pulled him into his arms.
Xie Zhaozhou’s tone was icy cold.
“Did he hit you?”

Xie Hanzhou: “…”

Xie Hanzhou’s face twisted for a moment.
Ning Shixue had put his dislocated wrist back in place, almost killing him with the pain.
He was too embarrassed to show it.
Now, he was still holding his hand over his injured neck.

Ning Shixue hugged Xie Zhaozhou’s waist.
Telling the truth, he said,
“He didn’t hit me.”

In Xie Zhaozhou’s eyes, Xie Hanzhou had lost all the arrogance he had when he arrived at the hospital.
He felt his scalp tingle.
He was so frustrated he could die.

When had he ever suffered such grievance?
He wished he could take his hand away and show everyone the injury on his neck.

But it was too embarrassing.
He would rather grit his teeth and admit that he had hit Ning Shixue.

“Second Brother, I’m not hurt,”
Ning Shixue said, gently shaking Xie Zhaozhou’s hand.

He had only come to the hospital because he didn’t want Xie Zhaozhou to conflict with the scum gong.
If Xie Zhaozhou started fighting with Xie Hanzhou now, his trip would have been for nothing.

He couldn’t explain why, but he instinctively felt that the less contact Xie Zhaozhou had with the original story’s main couple, the better.

“Get lost,”
Xie Zhaozhou said, his face ashen.
“Don’t let me see you again before Xie Xiangshan’s funeral.”

Xie Hanzhou had never been so humiliated in his life.
He was the third young master of the Xie family.
Who dared to tell him to get lost?
His throat filled with the taste of blood.
He said hatefully,
“You wait for me.”

After Xie Hanzhou left, Xie Zhaozhou was still frowning.
Ning Shixue’s face wasn’t hurt.
He lifted Ning Shixue’s sleeve to check.
Ning Shixue had never seen Xie Zhaozhou so angry.

Even though it wasn’t directed at him, Xie Zhaozhou’s features were sharp and deep, and with a dark face, he was indeed very scary.

Ning Shixue also lowered his head and didn’t speak.

Xie Zhaozhou was worried.
He was afraid Ning Shixue had been hit and wouldn’t tell him.
He took Ning Shixue’s wrist and led him to an empty ward.
Then he carefully checked him from head to toe.

Ning Shixue’s waist and stomach were uninjured.
Then his pants were pulled down to his thighs.
His legs were pale as jade.
But his knees were red from rubbing.
The places on his thighs that didn’t see the light were also covered in mottled red marks.

He was wearing jeans.
The legs couldn’t be rolled up.
Xie Zhaozhou could only check like this to see if his legs were hurt.

They weren’t.

Xie Zhaozhou half-lowered his eyes.
His Adam’s apple moved involuntarily.
He also checked where he had applied medicine last night.

It was still pitifully swollen.

Ning Shixue bit his lip.
His face was red enough to bleed.
But he obediently lay on the bed and didn’t move.
Xie Zhaozhou went out and found someone to get some medicine and reapplied it for him.

There was a deep bruise on the back of his thigh.
Last night, Xie Zhaozhou had him hold his legs.
Ning Shixue didn’t go easy on himself either.
Add to that his nervousness, and he was dizzy.
He had used too much force with his hands, pinching the pale skin until it bruised and swelled.

When Xie Zhaozhou noticed, he pried his hands open and held them for him.
He hadn’t squeezed hard.
But Ning Shixue’s skin was too fair.
In the end, it was also marked with red palm prints.

Now the marks overlapped.

Although it wasn’t the time, Xie Zhaozhou’s gaze still lingered involuntarily.
A wicked thought crossed his mind.
“I really want to get you a tattoo.”

“…Who would want a tattoo of something like that?”
Ning Shixue said, too embarrassed to lift his head.
He was almost choked by the words.
But he asked hesitantly in a small voice,
“Second Brother, do you really want to?”

Actually, it might be okay.
Anyway, he couldn’t see this place himself.
Only Xie Zhaozhou could see it.

“No, no tattoos,”
Xie Zhaozhou interrupted him without hesitation.
“I was just talking nonsense.”

Tattoos hurt so much.
How could he bear it?
Besides, for marks like these, even if he was being ridiculous, he wouldn’t let Ning Shixue get one on his body.

He was just a little reluctant for these marks to disappear.

Ning Shixue looked at him with pleading eyes.
He even gave him an idea.
“You can take a picture.”

“…”
Xie Zhaozhou’s dark phoenix eyes lifted.
He pressed his tongue hard against the inside of his cheek.
He had been worried and angry when Ning Shixue came to the hospital.
Now he was getting a headache from anger.
“Nonsense. What if someone sees them?”

Ning Shixue lowered his head and said nothing.

Xie Zhaozhou put his arm around his waist, picked him up, and helped him get dressed.
Ning Shixue wrapped his arms around his neck and rubbed against the hollow of it.
He even leaned in to kiss him on the lips.

Xie Zhaozhou’s eyes held a hint of a smile.
He pinched the soft flesh of his cheek.
With a bit of fierceness, he pressed against his lips and rubbed.
When they parted, Ning Shixue’s tongue was numb.
His lips were burning.
He couldn’t press them together properly.
Xie Zhaozhou held his waist and asked quietly,
“Baby, when you came, was Xie Hanzhou the only one here?”

“Mm,”
Ning Shixue said, his eyelashes fluttering.
He still wasn’t used to being called that.
He lay in Xie Zhaozhou’s arms and nodded.
“But he called some people to come.”

Xie Zhaozhou had expected Xie Hanzhou to try to force his way in with people.
After all, the only one who could protect him now was Old Master Xie.

And Xie Hanzhou suspected him of killing his father.
He would definitely try every way to tell the old man that Xie’s father’s body was barely cold.

He had been prepared to fight Xie Hanzhou.
He never expected Ning Shixue to stop him.

It did avoid a lot of trouble.

Xie Zhaozhou raised his hand and touched Ning Shixue’s forehead.
He didn’t have a fever.
His palm felt warm.
He didn’t send him away.
He looked down and asked,
“Want to come with me to see Grandpa?”

He wasn’t particularly close to Old Master Xie.
The old man wasn’t really worth seeing.
But now that Cheng Zhang had found his way to the hospital, he was going to be very busy.

Going now to make an appearance, telling Old Master Xie about his marriage to Ning Shixue, might help protect Ning Shixue when he wasn’t around.
Otherwise, he would always be worried.

Ning Shixue had no objections.
They went to the ward together.
He walked in and said,
“Grandpa.”

Old Master Xie had watched the original host grow up.
Although he was very surprised that Xie Zhaozhou would marry Ning Shixue, he was still very happy.
It was the first time he had smiled since waking up.

While Xie Zhaozhou talked to Old Master Xie, Ning Shixue sat on a chair by the bed.
He couldn’t sit still.
He kept shifting, which wasn’t good.
He was very stiff.

Xie Zhaozhou didn’t say much more.
He had the nurse come in.
Then he took Ning Shixue and left.
He put his arm around Ning Shixue’s waist and rubbed it gently.
He lowered his voice and asked,
“Still uncomfortable?”

“…”
Ning Shixue finally remembered to settle the score with him.
Embarrassed and angry, he whispered,
“You spanked me.”

Otherwise, it wouldn’t be this uncomfortable.

Ning Shixue finally admitted that Xie Yaoyao the Great Demon King was right.
Big Daddy’s spanking really hurt.

Xie Zhaozhou’s narrow, dark eyes curved.
But he said nothing.
Ning Shixue wasn’t actually that angry either.
And he had suddenly run to the hospital.
Xie Zhaozhou definitely would have been worried.
He knew he was in the wrong and didn’t argue about last night.

Ning Shixue wasn’t going to the set that day.
Xie Zhaozhou went to handle Xie’s father’s funeral arrangements.
He waited in the car.

He ended up falling asleep.
When he woke up, he found himself lying on Xie Zhaozhou’s lap, a blanket draped over his shoulders.

“Hungry?”
Xie Zhaozhou asked, pinching his cheek.

Ning Shixue thought he was very fierce today.
He was a bit nervous.
He didn’t know if Xie Zhaozhou was still angry.
This was so hard to coax.
He had no experience coaxing a boyfriend.

So he could only be obedient.

When Xie Zhaozhou told him to eat, he went to eat.
He even lowered his head and served Xie Zhaozhou food.

Not until that night, when Xie Zhaozhou drove him home and parked outside the villa.
The night was deep.
Ning Shixue got out of the car.
Xie Zhaozhou followed him and draped his coat over his shoulders.

Xie Zhaozhou suddenly leaned closer to him.
His voice was low and lazy, very wicked.
“It was sticking up in front of me, and I couldn’t help it.”

Ning Shixue was stunned.
It took him over a minute to realize what Xie Zhaozhou was talking about.
From his ears to his cheeks, he burned red.

Xie Zhaozhou got the domestic violence he deserved.
He chuckled, reached out to hug Ning Shixue, and then got punched and kicked.

“Are you sick?!”
Ning Shixue’s eyes were moist with embarrassment.
He was practically dying of shame.

Xie Zhaozhou didn’t even retort.
He put his arm around his waist and held him tightly.
In the night, his voice was especially clear and pleasant.
It tingled against Ning Shixue’s ear.
“Will you cure me?”

Ning Shixue: “…”

Cure my ass.

If he’s this flirtatious, just beat him to death.

Xie Zhaozhou thought he might indeed be sick.
He just liked it when Ning Shixue was fierce with him like this.
Getting angry with him was fine.
Hitting him was fine too.

“Silly,”
Xie Zhaozhou said, hooking his hand.
His deep, dark eyes were full of gentle laughter.
“What were you doing during the day? When was I ever angry with you?”

Ning Shixue was stunned for a moment.
His ears red, he muttered,
“I was coaxing you, but you ignored me.”

“I’m that annoying?”
Xie Zhaozhou couldn’t help chuckling softly.
His voice was drawling, a bit suggestive.
“Teacher Xiao Ning should be angry with me instead.”

Ning Shixue was angry now.
He didn’t really want to talk to him.
But Xie Zhaozhou had to go to the company that night.
He was a bit reluctant.

He hugged Xie Zhaozhou hard.
Afraid the old butler would see, he even hid behind the car.
Like a high school couple sneaking around late at night, hiding from their parents.

Xie Zhaozhou lowered his head and kissed the top of his head.
He didn’t know how long they hugged.
Not until Ning Shixue’s legs were tired from standing did he let go.

Ning Shixue turned and walked towards the villa.
After a few steps, he couldn’t stand it.
It wasn’t like they wouldn’t see each other again.
It wasn’t that hard to part.
He quickly ran a few steps.

But when he reached the entrance, he couldn’t help turning back.

Xie Zhaozhou’s car hadn’t left either.
It was still parked in the night.
Not until Ning Shixue waved at him did he drive away.

When Ning Shixue got home, Xie Yaoyao was already asleep.
He played with the chubby kid’s soft cheek for a while.
Then he went to sleep.

Xie Zhaozhou was indeed very busy.
Although Jiang Xin had turned herself in, the police still had to investigate before convicting her.
Xie Zhaozhou cooperated with the investigation and went to the police station several times.

Xie’s father’s funeral also had to be arranged quickly.

Xie Zhaozhou had originally wanted to leave the funeral arrangements to Xie Mengyuan.
But Xie Mengyuan declined, saying it was too big a matter for him to handle alone.

Xie’s father had died miserably.
And just before his death, the scandal about his illegitimate child had come out.
The funeral shouldn’t be held on a large scale.

“I already feel guilty enough towards your father about Jiang Xin,”
Xie Mengyuan sighed and said to Xie Zhaozhou.
“If the funeral isn’t done properly, how can I face him in the afterlife?”

Xie Zhaozhou didn’t force him.

Ning Shixue continued filming on the set.
He didn’t know if his health had improved a bit on the show.
After spending most of the night with Xie Zhaozhou, he surprisingly didn’t get sick this time.

He spent a few days on the set without seeing Xie Zhaozhou.
But Xie Zhaozhou called him every night.

There were still a few episodes of the parenting show left to film.
He Lin wanted to finish half the movie before the show resumed filming.

Now they were filming Wen Yu taking the two children around, working odd jobs to save up enough money to send Xiaoyan’er home.
The singer who was Xiaoyan’er’s prototype was from Yan City.
When she was little, she told her brother that her home was very cold in the winter, that it snowed heavily, that there was a bridge along the river with especially beautiful lights at night, and that there were many stars in the sky.

Wen Yu wrote down everything she told him.
In the end, he narrowed it down to a dozen cities.
He planned to search them one by one.

During the day, he worked at a small restaurant.
At night, he also carried cement for people.
He didn’t get home until very late.

Ning Shixue filmed at night.
His shoulders were marked red from the cement bags.
Wen Yu was lame in his left leg.
He had to walk with a limp too.
After filming this scene, his clothes were soaked through.

He Miao and Xie Yaoyao waited for him nearby.
As soon as He Lin raised his hand, they ran over.

“Last Night’s Star, Scene 17, Take 1! Action!”

“Gege,”
Xiaoyan’er stood on tiptoe and handed Wen Yu some water.
“Are we going home now?”

Wen Yu’s pale face held a smile.
His eyes were bright.
He put away the ten-odd yuan and said to them,
“We’re taking the bus back tonight.”

Xiaoyan’er and the others were too young.
Wen Yu didn’t feel comfortable leaving them home alone at night.
If he could, he took them with him.
But to save money, he always rode that old bicycle with them.

His legs were bad to begin with.
It was very hard to ride.

Mengmeng cheered.
He took Xiaoyan’er’s and Wen Yu’s hands and went to wait for the bus.
It was the last bus of the night.
Only the three of them were on it.
They sat in the back, side by side.

Wen Yu raised his hand.
The light from outside the window shone in.
He made a shadow with his hand on the bus wall.
It looked like a little dog.

“Me too!”
Xiaoyan’er also raised her hand.
Her messy pigtails stuck up.
“This is a little swallow!”

In the end, all three of them were laughing.
Even the driver couldn’t help smiling.
“What are you so happy about?”

“We going home!”
Mengmeng said, raising his little hand.

Going home was definitely something to be happy about.

“Cut!”
The script supervisor clapped the slate.

This scene took over an hour to film.
By the end, Xie Yaoyao the Great Demon King had forgotten he was acting.
Even after the script supervisor called cut, he refused to get off the bus.
His eyes were blank as he said,
“Baby, go home.”

Weren’t they supposed to go home on this bus?

Ning Shixue carried him off the bus.

Xie Yaoyao didn’t know what had happened at the old residence.
Xie’s father’s funeral was also today.
Xie Zhaozhou hadn’t let them go.

Ning Shixue messaged Song Li.
Song Li told him that Liao Yanwan had also gone to the funeral.
She had cried and made a scene for half an hour before being taken away by Liao Qingchi.

Autumn was approaching.
Yan City was overcast.
It even rained.
When they filmed at night, the ground was covered in puddles.

Ning Shixue suddenly really wanted to see Xie Zhaozhou.
Xie’s father’s funeral must have been quite depressing.
Otherwise, Xie Zhaozhou would have taken him.

Xie Zhaozhou was supposed to come home tonight.
But he didn’t know when.
He messaged Xie Zhaozhou.

– [snow: Second Brother, come find me when you get home tonight. Even if I’m asleep, wake me up.]

When he finished work and got home, Ning Shixue showered with Xie Yaoyao.
He had originally been sleeping in the playroom with the chubby kid, holding the soft little one in his arms.
But in the middle of the night, he was picked up.

Ning Shixue was drowsy.
He instinctively wrapped his arms around the person’s neck.
When he looked up, he realized it was Xie Zhaozhou.

“I have to leave again soon,”
Xie Zhaozhou said, carrying him to his own bedroom.
He lowered his head and kissed him.
His dark eyes pressed down on him.
“I have to go abroad for half a month.”

Ning Shixue suddenly understood.
He felt he had been completely corrupted by Xie Zhaozhou’s flirtatious words.
Now his mind was full of this one thing.

The wind and rain in Yan City howled late into the night.

The corners of Ning Shixue’s eyes were wet and red.
He finally couldn’t help grabbing Xie Zhaozhou’s hand, which was pressed against his heart.

He had actually wanted to say it last time.
But it was too embarrassing.

“What’s wrong?”
Xie Zhaozhou asked worriedly.
“Feeling bad?”

Ning Shixue’s face was bright red.
He forced himself to whisper,
“Your hand being there makes my heart beat faster.”