Chapter 181: The Fierce Boss by Day, the Clingy “Wife” by Night (8)

Chapter 181: The Fierce Boss by Day, the Clingy "Wife" by Night (8)

Some of these medications are meant to nourish the body, while others actually weaken Song Chuyi.

It’s odd.

These medications were prescribed under the second personality’s instructions.

What is this second personality trying to achieve?

On one hand, it weakens him, while on the other, it helps him recover.

Dan Yue sorted the medications and pointed to the ones that would help Song Chuyi recover, saying, “Send these to Song Chuyi.”

“Throw away the others.”

The subordinate nodded. “Yes, sir.”

The subordinate hesitated before asking, “Sir, should we still administer the ‘Drunken Dream’?”

Drunken Dream... a drug that weakens the leg muscles, making it difficult to walk normally.

Dan Yue hadn’t expected the second personality to have ordered this as well. He replied in a low voice, “When was the last injection?”

“Half a year ago,” the subordinate replied respectfully. “The effect of Drunken Dream lasts only six months, requiring an injection every six months.”

Dan Yue waved his hand. “No need.”

“Have the kitchen prepare more tonics for the young master to help him regain his strength.”

The subordinate was briefly taken aback but quickly responded, “Yes, sir.”

The subordinate soon left with the orders, leaving Dan Yue standing there, pondering what this second personality was trying to do.

With no result from his thoughts, he decided to start with Song Chuyi.

Dan Yue had someone retrieve Song Chuyi’s file.

Song Chuyi’s early life was sent over quickly.

His parents passed away early, and he had only a younger brother who depended on him.

To support his high school brother, he had no choice but to work as a waiter at the Yuesè Bar, before being brought back by the second personality.

A very ordinary background, and even the personality described in the file seemed dull and uninteresting.

There was nothing particularly remarkable about him. Even in the photos, his face seemed lackluster and devoid of life.

His eyes reflected a numbness and despair, devoid of any warmth or hope.

Dan Yue destroyed the file and glanced upstairs.

The current Song Chuyi... seemed like a completely different person from the one in the file.

——

Upstairs, Song Chuyi received a private message from the union leader.

"Chuyi, you've received quite a lot of tips these past two days. We've discussed it and decided to advance you part of it."

"In the past two days, Boss Y tipped you a total of 200,000. After deducting the platform's share, we're left with 100,000."

"We won't take any share from this 100,000."

"We can advance you 50,000. Should we still transfer 2,000 to your brother?"

Song Chuyi's eyebrow twitched slightly. Brother? Turns out, the host body had a brother.

No wonder the host body was always broke, with only a few thousand yuan left in WeChat. He must have been sending most of it to his brother.

Chuyi: "Yes, transfer it to my brother like before."

Guild Leader: "I'll transfer the rest to your WeChat."

"Transfer of 48,000.00 RMB"

Chuyi: "Thank you, Guild Leader."

Guild Leader: "No need to thank me."

After two seconds, the other party sent another message.

"Chuyi, we have a hall battle this Saturday."

The implication was already quite obvious.

Chuyi: "I don't have Boss Y's WeChat. If he comes to the hall, I'll try to get him to tip more."

Guild Leader: "Why haven't you added Boss Y's WeChat yet? Chuyi, this boss seems like a good one; you should try to keep him around."

Chuyi replied with two sentences, and the guild leader didn't ask any more questions, only reiterating the hall battle on Saturday.

A hall battle is when two halls compete to see which one can attract a bigger spender.

Since everyone stands to gain, a lot of halls love organizing these battles.

This was Chuyi's first time participating in such a hall battle, and he was genuinely interested.

He made a mental note of it and searched his phone for information about the host body's brother.

He found nothing.

The unease in his heart deepened.

If the host body was a rich kid, why was he sending money to his brother?

What was even stranger was that he didn't have any contact info for his own brother.

Could that brother be an illegitimate child? Was the host body overly compassionate?

While Chuyi was lost in thought, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in."

He said, but no one responded.

Chuyi maneuvered his wheelchair to open the door, only to see that afternoon's lunch and some medicine placed on the rack at the door. He picked up the medicine and examined it. They were all supplements for his body; nothing seemed out of place.

Song Chuyi felt at ease and, after finishing his lunch, reclined comfortably in his wheelchair to bask in the sun.

Though his body felt heavy with sleep, his mind remained sharp.

In his boredom, nightfall arrived.

The door was pushed open from the outside, accompanied by a voice calling out.

"Wife, wife, wife!"

Song Chuyi sighed inwardly.

He turned to see Yuyu, who was only in his pajamas—though technically, it was still Dan Yue.

"Yuyu." Song Chuyi waved. "Come here."

Yuyu lunged forward, wrapping his arms around Song Chuyi.

"Wife!"

He nuzzled Song Chuyi's neck affectionately.

"I missed you so much."

Song Chuyi patted his back. "Yuyu, come sit."

Yuyu obediently sat next to him.

Wanting to be closer, he tilted his head and thought for a moment. His eyes lit up.

He lifted Song Chuyi and sat in the wheelchair himself, then placed Song Chuyi on his lap.

Song Chuyi sighed inwardly.

He chuckled. "Yuyu is really smart."

Yuyu laughed softly and buried his head in Song Chuyi's neck.

Quietly, yet boldly, he kissed Song Chuyi's collarbone.

A delicate flush spread across his fair skin.

Song Chuyi felt Yuyu's body change and twitched his mouth.

Alright, alright, during the day, Dan Yue is all tough, but at night, Yuyu is all about romance.

This won't do!

Since Song Chuyi was bored and couldn't sleep, and originally Xiaotong could keep him company by chatting and watching TV, but now Xiaotong was still in hibernation, he felt even more bored.

Since Yuyu was all about romance, then...

Song Chuyi grinned slyly, like a wolf about to lure Little Red Riding Hood. "Yuyu, let's play a game."

Song Chuyi straddled Yuyu. "If I lose, you get a kiss."

He pulled at his shirt, revealing his lightly blushing collarbone.

Yuyu swallowed and nodded eagerly. "Sure!"

Song Chuyi: "What if you lose, Yuyu?"

Yuyu tilted his head and lifted his clothes. "You can kiss me, babe."

Song Chuyi: ...

"No, if you lose, you have to take me out to do something fun."

"Just saying it won't cut it. Let's write it down."

Yuyu eagerly agreed, ready to take her out for fun!

Song Chuyi quickly wrote the note, and Yuyu signed his name — "Dan Yue."

The bold, flowing signature didn't seem like it came from someone who only ever calls out "wife."

Song Chuyi thought for a moment, then tucked the note away.

"Alright, let's play a game. We'll roll the dice, and the higher number wins."

As time passed, moonlight streamed into the room, casting its glow on the figure lying on the bed.

The moonlight created a patchwork of light and shadow on his chest.