23
It’s Time for the Shot
Chapter 23: Time for an Injection
Jiang You straddled his legs, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Fu Jing, I missed you.”
Fu Jing remained expressionless.
Jiang You rested her chin on his shoulder, holding him silently for a moment.
A familiar light fragrance drifted into Fu Jing’s nostrils—this was always the scent Jiang You carried.
Releasing him, Jiang You asked, “Did you miss me?”
“No, I didn’t. It’d be best if we never had to see each other again.”
Jiang You covered his mouth. “Shut up, Fu Jing. That’s not what I want to hear. Take it back.”
Her hand was cool, carrying a faint scent of tobacco along with her fragrance.
“It won’t be long now, Fu Jing. Your wish will come true. Soon you won’t be able to see me even if you want to. Don’t come crying to me then.” Her tone carried a hint of threat and pouting resentment.
As if she were some prized delicacy.
It was almost laughable.
Fu Jing removed her hand. “I’d have to be insane to miss you.”
Jiang You humphed and said nothing more, clinging to him and rubbing against him like an affectionate house cat.
When Jiang You kissed his lips, Fu Jing detected a sweet peach flavor with a subtle hint of alcohol.
“Have you been drinking?” Fu Jing pushed her away.
“Just some fruit wine.” It had lower alcohol content than beer, though Jiang You still felt slightly dizzy.
Fu Jing snorted dismissively. “Lightweight.”
Before he finished speaking, Jiang You pressed her lips against his again, still with the same clumsy, technique-free nibbling.
After kissing for a while, Jiang You stopped and slumped against Fu Jing’s shoulder, holding him without moving for a long moment.
Fu Jing looked down…
She had fallen asleep.
Fu Jing rolled his eyes. His lower body was painfully erect.
He gripped Jiang You’s shoulders and pushed her away. She lazily opened her eyes, using his shoulders for support as she climbed off him.
“I’m a bit tired, Fu Jing. I’m going to shower.” With that, Jiang You turned to leave.
“…” Fu Jing grabbed her wrist, spreading his legs. “Business first.”
Jiang You paused, glancing at her wristwatch. “Baby, it’s too late tonight. How about tomorrow?”
She was genuinely exhausted.
Fu Jing: “No. Tonight.”
Jiang You hesitated for two seconds before curling her lips into a smile. She knelt before Fu Jing, undoing his belt. “Fu Jing, you really enjoy doing it with me.”
Fu Jing draped his right arm over the back of the sofa. “So what? I only enjoy doing it with you, not liking you.”
“…” Jiang You tilted her head back, exposing her slender neck. “Will you think of me when you’re with others in the future?”
Fu Jing chuckled. “Think of what? Your poor skills? Or your kindergarten-level figure?”
Jiang You: “…”
…………………………..
The bathroom was filled with steam.
“Do you know how ugly you look right now, Jiang You?” Fu Jing asked while drying his hair, watching Jiang You brush her teeth in the mirror.
Jiang You examined her reflection and spat out the toothpaste. “I’ve always been ugly.” It wasn’t something new.
“Even uglier now,” Fu Jing said.
Jiang You rinsed her mouth and turned to him. “No personal attacks, Fu Jing.”
Jiang You had visibly lost weight, her spine protruding like an abacus when she bent over—a startling sight.
Jiang You touched her face. “Has my face hollowed out again?”
Then she added, “It’s fine. I’ll just get a couple injections later.”
Fu Jing was speechless. “People get injections to slim their faces, but you’re getting them to fatten yours?”
“No choice, it’s sunken.” Jiang You frowned, pinching her cheeks with a troubled expression.
Fu Jing shot him a glare. “Why don’t you just eat more and put on some weight?”
“My appetite hasn’t been great lately.” Jiang You took the towel from his hand, drying his hair as he spoke. “Let’s have a meal together tomorrow, Fu Jing. It’s been a while since we last ate together.”
When he lifted his arm, his ribs were visibly protruding.
During sex, Fu Jing didn’t dare use much force, afraid he might break him.
“If you don’t want to eat, then starve.” Fu Jing coldly tossed out the words and left the bathroom.
…
The next day at noon, when Jiang You went to find Fu Jing for lunch, Fu Jing happened to be unpacking a takeout box.
Jiang You pulled out a chair and sat across from Fu Jing. “Share some with me, Fu Jing.”
Fu Jing frowned. “Can’t you go buy your own?”
“By the time I come back, you’ll have finished eating.” As he spoke, Jiang You took his curry chicken, scooped a bit into the lid with a spoon, then brought it in front of himself and began eating unhurriedly.
Unexpectedly, it was a flavor Jiang You liked.
A smile curled at the corner of Jiang You’s lips. “Fu Jing, we have the same taste.”
Fu Jing: “I’ll change.”
Jiang You: “…”
He had only taken a small portion, finishing it in two bites. With nothing else to do, he rested his chin in his hand and watched Fu Jing eat.
The remaining half of his stomach would have to be filled by just looking at that face.
“Shouldn’t you be leaving by now?” Fu Jing paused his chopsticks and looked at him.
Jiang You raised an eyebrow, about to speak, when the watch on his wrist vibrated urgently twice.
Jiang You lifted his hand to look—it was warning him of an abnormal body temperature.
39.3°C.
He always seemed to get a fever easily after being with Fu Jing.
Jiang You met Fu Jing’s gaze again. “Linlin’s birthday is in a couple of days. I’ll make the arrangements.”
“Unnecessary,” Fu Jing replied.
Jiang You stood up, pushing the chair back into place. “I’ve already discussed it with Linlin. We’ll have it at the hotel where we got married. This will be the last time I celebrate Linlin’s birthday, so don’t interfere.”
Fu Jing looked up at him.
Jiang You said, “You may not like me, but Linlin does. I’m celebrating her birthday, not yours. Your refusal is pointless.”
Fu Jing set down his chopsticks. “If you dare say a word about the divorce in front of Fu Lin, I’ll break your legs.”
Jiang You frowned, leaning across the table to pinch his cheek. “So fierce.”
When Fu Jing grabbed his wrist, he was startled by the scorching temperature. When he looked at Jiang You’s face again, his gaze held a hint of scrutiny.
Jiang You pulled his hand free from Fu Jing’s grasp and flicked his chin. “I’m leaving, hubby.”
…
After that day, Jiang You disappeared again for a few days, this time without even sending Fu Jing a message.
It wasn’t until the day before Fu Lin’s birthday that Jiang You reappeared, and the two of them went together to pick up Fu Lin from school.
Jiang You was rarely in low spirits. He could always tirelessly pester Fu Jing, no matter how harsh Fu Jing’s words were.
But now, for one of the few times, Jiang You seemed somewhat dejected.
While waiting at a red light, Fu Jing glanced at him. “Tired after sneaking around for three days?”
“Who said I was sneaking around?” Jiang You frowned and looked at him.
He was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, slumping in the seat with half his face buried in the collar. By contrast, his face was as pale as snow.
“Just look at that worn-out expression of yours,” Fu Jing remarked, staring at the half of his nose and eyes that were visible.
Jiang You let out a light hum, turning the back of his head to Fu Jing as he looked out the window. “I was gone for three days, and you didn’t even send a single message.”
Jiang You had a peculiar trait—no matter how emotionally charged his words might be, his tone remained completely flat.
Fu Jing laughed, a laugh of sheer exasperation. “What decent person disappears for three whole days without sending a single message to their other half?”
Other. Half?!
Jiang You was skilled at seizing on key points. He turned back, his eyes gleaming brightly as he stared at Fu Jing.