Chapter 47 Hubby Will Feed You

Chapter 47 Darling, I’ll Feed You

Zhou Yu froze.

Lin Yunshu lay on his side on the bed, eyes downcast, avoiding Zhou Yu’s gaze. His face was devoid of expression, yet Zhou Yu sensed a subtle hurt beneath that cool demeanor.

Zhou Yu’s heart lurched.

This was the first time Lin Yunshu had ever shown him such vulnerability, and it was because he felt wronged by Zhou Yu. This was unacceptable!

“No… no, no, no!” he stammered, rushing to explain, “I was about to board the plane then—I didn’t see it. By the time I noticed, over ten hours had passed, and I was already out of the airport. When I called you back, your phone was off. Then there was the company parking lot incident, and now this… I swear, I truly didn’t mean to miss your call, baby!”

He rattled off a torrent of words at an incredibly fast pace, each syllable clear and precise.

Finally, he fixed his sincere, pleading gaze on Lin Yunshu.

*Believe me, please believe me!*

Lin Yunshu: “o.o”

It was the first time he realized Zhou Yu had the makings of a rapper.

At the very least, he was far better than those so-called artists who strained their voices and mumbled incoherently, making it impossible to understand half of what they said.

If it weren’t for the fact that he had a family fortune to inherit, Tan Cong would probably be more than happy to sign him.

All of this left Lin Yunshu feeling somewhat flustered.

He didn’t even know why he had brought it up just now. Everyone has their own responsibilities, and missing a call when busy is perfectly normal.

Besides, he hadn’t tried calling Zhou Yu again afterward. He believed that Zhou Yu definitely hadn’t intentionally ignored his call, so the matter shouldn’t have been mentioned at all.

Yet, in a moment of distraction, he had blurted it out without thinking.

Now it seemed as if he were the one who had been holding onto it, secretly bothered by it, and even bringing it up in a fit of pettiness.

How absurd. He would never do something like that.

“You… I…” Lin Yunshu self-consciously touched the tip of his nose. “Don’t be like this. I’m not blaming you—I just mentioned it in passing…”

“You’re not blaming me?” Zhou Yu countered.

“No,” Lin Yunshu said seriously. “I understand. It’s completely normal.”

Zhou Yu fell silent for a second, his expression flickering with uncertainty, before he declared firmly:

“No, you’re just being defensive.”

Lin Yunshu: “?”

He explained, “I’m not.”

“You are.”

Zhou Yu refused to listen, lost in his archaic alpha fantasy that omegas should be delicate, throw tantrums, and act spoiled when pampered.

“How can you not blame me?” he protested. “Other omegas would be tugging their alpha’s ear by now!”

According to the *Good Husband Handbook*, missing your omega’s call is a serious offense.

Meanwhile, his own magnanimous omega had already turned over, lying flat on the bed, peacefully closing his eyes.

“I really don’t blame you,” Lin Yunshu said. “I’m going to sleep now.”

He pulled the blanket up high, tucking it securely under his neck, lying straight as a board with only his serene head exposed.

Zhou Yu: “…”

*Such a kind omega.*

Zhou Yu shot a sidelong glance, feeling helpless in the face of Lin Yunshu’s resistant demeanor. He could only scoot a little closer, silently releasing pheromones to comfort him.

Only after the omega had fallen into a deep sleep did Zhou Yu quietly slip out of the hospital room.

His face looked drawn, his eyes dull, weighed down by a sense of defeat that his omega refused to get angry with him.

·

The next day, at the hospital entrance.

Tan Cong stepped out of his luxury car, adjusted his sunglasses, and personally carried a pile of fruits, milk, and health supplements as he marched in purposefully.

Guo Shengyao, riding her electric scooter, haphazardly parked it before rushing inside in a flurry.

Two minutes later, the three of them met in the elevator, exchanging surprised looks.

Chen Shuyang nodded in greeting. “Boss.”

Guo Shengyao offered a default polite greeting. “President Tan, what a coincidence.”

Tan Cong flashed a courteous but fake smile. “Yes, indeed. Quite a coincidence.”

*Ding!*

The elevator doors opened.

The three stepped out on the same floor, walked side by side to the same hospital room, and simultaneously smiled at the bodyguards stationed outside.

The bodyguards: “…”

The door opened. After a round of polite deferrals, Tan Cong took the lead and entered the room first.

The VIP ward in the private hospital was furnished like a five-star hotel. Tan Cong scanned the room quickly and spotted Zhou Yu sitting by the bed.

“Where’s our junior?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked around.

Chen Shuyang rushed forward, scrutinizing Zhou Yu disapprovingly. “How can you sit there? You’ve taken the patient’s seat—what about the patient?!”

Guo Shengyao, like an anxious Monkey King, craned her neck. “Master, master!”

Zhou Yu: “…”

“Tsk.” He put down his phone in exasperation.

*The three annoyances have gathered.*

“Did you three coordinate this?” he asked, his expression tinged with mild disdain.

The three men stood in a row, each standing straighter than the next, forming a wall that dipped down where Guo Shengyao stood—an irregular wall.

The members of the irregular wall exchanged glances, and Guo Shengyao spoke for them: "It really is a coincidence."

*Click.*

The bathroom door opened.

Lin Yunshu paused just after stepping out, surprised by the scene outside: "Why is everyone here all of a sudden?"

He had clearly just finished washing up, with his temples damp and his face still wet. A few water droplets trickled down his chin, which he casually wiped away with the back of his hand. Though still a bit pale, he looked much more energetic and gave them a gentle smile.

Zhou Yu lost his casual look and rushed forward, holding a face towel to wipe Lin Yunshu's face.

But when he turned, Lin Yunshu had already wiped it off with a tissue.

Zhou Yu: "…"

Lin Yunshu: "…"

In that moment of eye contact, both felt somewhat awkward—the unspoken understanding between husbands seemed to be a bit lacking.

"Thank you," Lin Yunshu said, "I've already wiped it off."

"Okay." Zhou Yu put away the face towel.

Tan Cong watched for a long while, amused: "You two are quite so polite with each other."

"Respecting each other is basic manners," Chen Shuyang said with a sour expression, eager to complain to Lin Yunshu: "He was just sitting on your hospital bed, taking your spot!"

His words were full of disdain for his brother-in-law's lack of consideration.

"What's the big deal about sitting?" Zhou Yu retorted, "If I told you I slept here last night, would that make you furious?"

"What?!" Chen Shuyang's eyes widened in disbelief.

His gaze shifted back and forth between the two and the small bed: "You'd compete with him for such a tiny bed?! Couldn't that big sofa accommodate you?!"

Zhou Yu: "?"

Even more incredulous, he said, "Have you ever seen a married couple sleep in separate beds?"

He affectionately looped his arm through Lin Yunshu's: "Forget it, no use explaining to an inexperienced kid like this."

Lin Yunshu rubbed his forehead: "Both of you, enough."

Zhou Yu immediately fell silent.

Chen Shuyang scowled, angry but didn't dare say more.

Guo Shengyao finally took the opportunity to squeeze next to Lin Yunshu: "Yeah, yeah, Master, don't worry yourself. I made you some pork bone soup—try it quickly!"

Half-pushed and half-guided, Lin Yunshu was surrounded by the group and seated back on the bed.

"It's just soup, who doesn't have some?" Chen Shuyang walked over confidently and set an insulated bag in front of Lin Yunshu: "Drink mine, it's better—black-bone chicken soup."

He went on: "Black chicken, rich in eighteen amino acids and trace elements, thirty percent more nutritious than regular chicken! This bowl here, simmered on low for two hours, I skimmed the fat off myself—aromatic but not oily."

Guo Shengyao instantly felt competitive: "No, no, Master, mine is better."

Chen Shuyang: "Mine is."

Guo Shengyao: "Mine."

"Mine."

Lin Yunshu: "o.o…"

He was completely baffled by these two.

He knew Guo Shengyao could cook, but Chen Shuyang… this kid had been pampered since childhood. Lin Yunshu even doubted if he could distinguish flour from laundry detergent—could he really make soup?

"Ahem," Lin Yunshu said, not wanting to hurt his younger brother's confidence, and asked gently, "You made this?"

"Of course not," Chen Shuyang said frankly, "I would've liked to, but I was afraid you might get sick from it."

Lin Yunshu: "…"

His tact had been unnecessary.

"I've got a new agent lately," Chen Shuyang continued, "He's great at making soup, no worse than a professional chef!"

"Hmph," Tan Cong, who’d been staying quiet, finally stepped forward, casually tossing his bangs: "That agent of yours—wasn't it me, your boss, who assigned him to you?"

"Alright," Zhou Yu cut in, "Why so much noise? We’ve visited long enough. Drop off the gifts and go!"

Tan Cong got upset: "What’s the hurry!"

He pulled out a large pile of items: "These are all from your senior brother, a gesture of my care. Yun Shu, please accept them—they're all nutritious supplements. And this, a hundred-year-old mountain ginseng! Very nutritious!"

Lin Yunshu was flustered: "Thank you, thank you, thank you…"

This group was really too much. Zhou Yu gathered the items, marveling: "What rumors did you all read? This is just a normal hospital stay, not a maternity stay."

"!" Lin Yunshu's ears flushed bright red instantly: "What are you saying?"

"Just an analogy." Zhou Yu gently pinched his earlobe soothingly.

Lin Yunshu's ears turned even redder, and he ignored him.

"Ahem, you two," Tan Cong interrupted, "Be mindful, us outsiders are still here."

Chen Shuyang muttered: "You're the outsider."

Tan Cong: "…"

He found a chair to sit down, dropping the playful tone, and said seriously: "Sorry, Yun Shu, this matter happened because I got you involved."

"No," Lin Yunshu also became serious, "It's not your fault."

Tan Cong sighed guiltily.

As if suddenly remembering something, he turned to Chen Shuyang: "Why are you here anyway?"

Chen Shuyang: "?"

He pointed at himself: "What am I doing here? I'm here to see my brother, what do you think brings me here?"

"You don't have work?"

"How can we keep filming when the male lead sacrificed himself?" Chen Shuyang said. "I haven't even seen what a call sheet looks like these past few days."

"Didn't your agent arrange anything else for you?" Tan Cong was shocked. "Has he just been holed up in the kitchen simmering soup all day?"

Chen Shuyang: "Well, there were a couple of modeling gigs, but they both required going abroad. Since we don't know when the show will resume filming, I didn't want to go too far away."

Tan Cong fell silent, followed by another wave of self-blame: "It's my fault—"

Before he could finish, Chen Shuyang proudly puffed out his chest: "So I've been working part-time at a courier station these past couple of days!"

Tan Cong: "???"

Zhou Yu said impatiently: "Did you come here to chat?"

Lin Yunshu tugged at his fingers and whispered: "It's fine."

Zhou Yu gave him a helpless look.

"Brother Cong, haven't you found a replacement for the male lead yet?" Lin Yunshu asked.

Tan Cong sighed: "It's tough. The role requires someone with a high profile, but who of that caliber would want to take on this mess? I'm really in a bind for the moment."

Lin Yunshu: "I might have a suggestion for you."

Tan Cong's eyes lit up: "A male actor we collaborated with before on our brand. He's been filming less in recent years, so his popularity has dipped a bit, but he's still got the foundation. You could try reaching out to him."

"Great!" Tan Cong was very willing. "If this works out, you'll really be doing me a huge favor!"

Lin Yunshu shot Guo Shengyao a look, and Guo Shengyao immediately understood, saying to Tan Cong: "I'll introduce you to him later."

"Sure, sure, sure!"

"You're getting further off track," Zhou Yu issued his third attempt to get them to leave: "How much longer are you planning to stay?"

Just as Tan Cong was about to retort, the hospital room door was pushed open again.

The doctor came in with the nurses and immediately exclaimed: "So many people!"

Lin Yunshu greeted them politely.

A nurse walked past Chen Shuyang carrying a tray of needles and medicine. Chen Shuyang sprang to his feet: "Why does he need an IV again?"

"The inflammation in his stomach hasn't subsided," the doctor said. "He still has a low-grade fever, so we're adding some anti-inflammatory medication."

At these words, the three visitors grew restless.

So Lin Yunshu was still running a fever—no wonder Zhou Yu had been glaring at them with a murderous look.

"Ah, look at this mess," Tan Cong immediately backed down. "Old Zhou, why didn't you say so earlier? I really..."

He quickly stood up, pulling the other two with him: "We should get going now, we won't disturb you any further."

"It's fine," Lin Yunshu smiled. "I don't really feel that bad, and I'm in pretty good condition."

"No, no, no, you should rest well," Tan Cong waved his hand. "We're leaving."

Zhou Yu smoothly saw them out, then closed the door and returned. Lin Yunshu had an IV needle back in his arm, and the doctor and nurses had left.

Lin Yunshu leaned against the head of the bed, staring blankly, his left hand resting on his upper abdomen.

Zhou Yu sat down beside him and asked helplessly: "Tired?"

Lin Yunshu shook his head: "Just resting a bit."

"Want to eat something?" Zhou Yu held his hand.

"You should eat something," Zhou Yu unscrewed two thermos containers. "Stomach issues need careful nurturing, and meals should be on time. Besides, they went through the trouble of making this and bringing it over. At least try a couple of bites, okay?"

The last sentence convinced Lin Yunshu.

He always found it hard to refuse others' kindness; otherwise, he'd feel guilty.

"Then... I'll have a little," he slowly sat up.

Zhou Yu smiled understandingly and pulled him into his arms: "Which one do you want to try first? Let me feed you."