18
Why Did I Throw Up in the Middle of the Night?
Chapter 18: Why Are You Vomiting in the Middle of the Night?
Jiang You narrowed his eyes and smiled, a grin full of ingratiation.
Fu Jing looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze. The young man before him had a slender build, with a narrow and small face, his skin taut and firm.
At first glance, his appearance gave the impression of a gentle, refined man.
But only Fu Jing knew that this was all a facade.
Jiang You’s ruthlessness was buried deep in his bones, silent and unassuming.
Thinking of this, Fu Jing’s eyes gradually turned cold. “Get lost.”
Jiang You clenched the trash bag in his hand tightly, stood for another two seconds, then abruptly hooked his arm around Fu Jing’s neck, planting a forceful kiss on his lips before quickly fleeing.
…
That evening, after Fu Jing had dinner outside, he stopped by his parents’ place. It had been a long time since he last went home.
He disliked going home because his parents always asked why he didn’t bring Jiang You along.
Fu Jing found it irritating.
By the time he returned to the villa he shared with Jiang You, Jiang You had already showered and was in bed, a laptop resting on his legs. He was wearing a pair of glasses, looking utterly focused on whatever he was watching.
Jiang You wore the simplest rimless glasses, and with them on, he looked even younger, like a top academic achiever.
And indeed, that was the case—Jiang You had always earned straight A’s in every subject.
“You’re back?” Jiang You took off his glasses and asked him.
Fu Jing gave a faint “Mm” in response, picked up his pajamas, and turned to head to the bathroom.
By the time Fu Jing finished his shower and returned, Jiang You had already put away his laptop and was looking at his phone.
Seeing Fu Jing lie down beside him, Jiang You set his phone aside on the pillow, turned over, and hugged him.
Ever since the new contract was signed, Jiang You had clung to him every single night. Fu Jing felt that even sleeping had become an exhausting task.
He turned over, his back facing Jiang You.
Jiang You wrapped his arms around Fu Jing’s waist from behind, pressing his entire body against Fu Jing’s back. Fu Jing let out a heavy sigh, suppressing the urge to kick Jiang You off the bed.
After scrolling through his phone for a while, Fu Jing noticed that the person beside him had been unusually still. He turned around to look and saw that Jiang You had already fallen asleep.
The way he clung tightly to Fu Jing radiated a deep sense of attachment.
Fu Jing truly couldn’t understand why Jiang You was so fixated on him, as if he had saved his life in a past existence.
He grabbed Jiang You’s wrist, tossed his arm off of himself, and turned off the bedside lamp.
Sometime in the middle of the night, Fu Jing felt the bed shift beside him. He woke up groggily and saw Jiang You rush out the door.
He paid it no mind, turning over to go back to sleep, but then he heard violent retching sounds coming from the bathroom.
Fu Jing’s consciousness snapped awake instantly. He pricked up his ears and listened—it was indeed Jiang You vomiting.
Why was he vomiting in the middle of the night?
Fu Jing frowned, a trace of impatience flickering across his brow.
He threw off the covers, got out of bed, and strode to the bathroom with a grim expression. Jiang You was kneeling beside the toilet, vomiting.
“What’s going on?” Fu Jing stood at the bathroom doorway, not stepping any closer.
Jiang You lifted his head with difficulty to look at him, but before he could speak, he was vomiting again.
He wrapped one arm around his own body, the other gripping the edge of the toilet, his body convulsing with each retch.
Fu Jing felt as though he was about to vomit his intestines out.
When a warm hand landed on Jiang You’s back, Jiang You instinctively flinched away.
“…” Fu Jing’s brows furrowed tightly. “What are you dodging for?”
Jiang You shook his head in a daze. “Thank you.”
He never expected Fu Jing to pat his back to comfort him, and his heart instantly warmed.
When his hand touched Jiang You’s back, Fu Jing’s heart skipped a beat—he was too thin, so bony it felt uncomfortable to touch.
Although they had sex, Fu Jing didn’t touch Jiang You excessively.
After retching a few more times, Jiang You finally stopped.
Fu Jing glanced over and saw he hadn’t vomited much, likely because Jiang You hadn’t eaten much for dinner.
Jiang You flushed the toilet, stood up, and went to the sink to rinse his mouth and wash his face.
“Stomach upset?” Fu Jing crossed his arms, watching Jiang You in the mirror.
“Yeah, a bit.” Jiang You pulled out a tissue to wipe his face.
“Such a delicate young master,” Fu Jing teased.
Jiang You smiled faintly, tossed the used tissue into the trash bin nearby, and said, “Sorry, did I disturb you?”
He turned to face Fu Jing.
His eyes were red from the physical strain of vomiting, making him look pitiful, as if he’d been mistreated.
“Go back to sleep,” Fu Jing said, turning away first.
“…”
When Jiang You lay down, he clung to Fu Jing again. “Fu Jing, I feel awful. Can you hold me?”
Fu Jing frowned, his tone impatient. “Will holding you make it better?”
“…No, but it’ll make me feel a little better inside.”
“Don’t be so dramatic.” Fu Jing turned over, facing him, and pushed his shoulder. “Roll over.”
“Huh?” Jiang You’s eyes widened, his expression dazed.
Fu Jing commanded, “I said roll over.”
Confused but obedient, Jiang You turned onto his side.
The next moment, Fu Jing’s hand slipped under his pajama shirt, his warm palm pressing firmly against Jiang You’s stomach.
Jiang You froze, but before he could say anything, Fu Jing spoke:
“Five minutes of rubbing. After that, you sleep properly and stop clinging to me.”
Jiang You: “………………”
The sudden tenderness left Jiang You overwhelmed with surprise—only to realize it was just a tactic to get rid of him.
…
In the morning, when Fu Jing left, Jiang You was still asleep, curled up under the covers, his hair messy from sleep.
Fu Jing stood by the bed watching him for a moment before turning and walking out.
He called Jiang You around eleven o’clock. The phone rang several times before Jiang You answered.
“Hey, Fu Jing, what’s up?”
Jiang You’s voice was hoarse and drowsy, clearly just woken up.
Or rather, woken by him.
“You’re still asleep?” Fu Jing sounded surprised.
He noticed Jiang You was becoming increasingly lazy.
Jiang You mumbled an affirmation and asked what was wrong—Fu Jing wouldn’t call without a reason.
“I suspect the bid for Nancheng Sanatorium was leaked. Most competing companies quoted prices just below our cost,” Fu Jing said. “I’ve suspended the bidding process for now.”
Jiang You sat up in bed, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. “Alright, I’ll be at the company in about half an hour. Have the compliance and audit departments, along with other relevant teams, prepare for a meeting.”
Fu Jing opened his mouth to say more but ended up just replying, “Okay,” before hanging up.
The feeling was deeply conflicting.
Fu Jing despised him, resented him, yet in sudden crises like this, Jiang You was the reliable superior he could count on.
This reliability stemmed from Jiang You’s infatuation with him.
From their relationship.
Fu Jing understood it all.
He loathed Jiang You, scorned their connection, yet he benefited from the “convenience and advantages” it brought him.
And these “conveniences and advantages” weren’t even what he wanted.
Helpless, powerless.
…
Zhao Linsheng was quite surprised to see Jiang You appear at the company. “Didn’t you say you wanted to rest today?”
“Something came up last minute.” Jiang You walked briskly. “Let’s go to the conference room.”
Seeing his pale face, Zhao Linsheng said, “I’m guessing you haven’t taken your medicine today.”
“We’ll deal with that after this is over.” Jiang You didn’t try to hide it.
“You look terrible,” Zhao Linsheng said.
Hearing this, Jiang You paused. “Damn, I forgot to put on makeup.”
Zhao Linsheng asked, “There’s your backup makeup in the car. Should I go get it for you?”
Jiang You had some in his office too, but it didn’t matter—his colleagues were all waiting for the meeting.
“Let’s just go like this,” Jiang You said.
He pushed open the conference room door and walked in.
Everyone in the conference room turned to look at him in unison.