Chapter 15

Chapter 15

The police station was closer to the horse farm, while the helicopter was faster. The result was that both sides arrived at the scene simultaneously.

Rong Yuan now felt as if he had been steamed. The doctor immediately examined him, while the police officers conducted their investigation on site, ultimately preliminarily determining that Rong Yuan had inhaled an illegal substance that causes sexual arousal.

Not long after, Rong Yuan was taken to the hospital for treatment. Gu Shenhan accompanied him along with an officer, while Xiao Ke stayed behind to handle the remaining matters.

On the helicopter.

Rong Yuan tugged anxiously at his collar.

He felt hot and thirsty, but with someone constantly talking nearby, he didn't dare to take off his clothes. The clothes pricked his skin like thorns, causing him pain all over.

Gu Shenhan held him and fed him water, seeing how miserable he was, and asked the doctor, "How much longer will the drug's effects last?"

The doctor said, "Normally, at most two hours."

Gu Shenhan said, "Isn't there any way to make him more comfortable? He keeps crying, which must mean he's still uncomfortable somewhere. What if crying ruins his eyes?"

The doctor said, "There's no good way, unless they have sex. The peak of this drug usually occurs thirty to forty minutes after use, then it slowly declines. In about twenty minutes, your wife should start to feel better. As for the crying, it won't damage his eyes—rest assured. The crying is partly from physical discomfort, but more importantly, it's a side effect of the drug itself."

Hearing this, Gu Shenhan could only silently wipe away Rong Yuan's tears and smooth his hair.

His hair was soaked with sweat, plastered into sticky strands, and his face seemed to have instantly slimmed down. Where was that energy he'd shown on the racetrack?

Rong Yuan clutched the hem of Gu Shenhan's shirt: "Han Ge, I want to go home."

Another tear plopped onto him.

His words were pitiful, softening Gu Shenhan's heart even more. He told him, "We'll go to the hospital for a blood test, then we'll head home. Be good."

Rong Yuan's wound had already been re-treated by the medical staff. The wound on his face was shallow and medicated; the one on his shoulder and back was deep, requiring eleven stitches. The shoulder and back injury was serious and would take ten days to two weeks to heal.

Right then, Gu Shenhan really regretted bringing Rong Yuan to that damn birthday party. What an ordeal this was.

After about five more minutes of flying, the helicopter finally reached the hospital. Gu Shenhan simply carried Rong Yuan piggyback into the emergency room.

During this time, Rong Yuan remained awake. As the doctor had said, once the drug's effects began to wear off, he would noticeably improve. Although he still looked listless, at least he wasn't in as much pain. Only when the doctor wanted to draw blood did he shrink back. Gu Shenhan explained it to him before he agreed to cooperate.

The Municipal Public Security Bureau sent an officer to assist with the investigation and take Rong Yuan's statement.

After Rong Yuan's blood was drawn, he was sent to an observation room. The officer asked him, "Name, age, occupation."

"Rong Yuan, twenty-one. Occupation?"

"Sorry, officer. My wife had an accident last month, and he hasn't fully recovered physically yet. He doesn't fully grasp some common words." Gu Shenhan explained, then spoke gently to Rong Yuan, "The officer is asking what you do for a living."

"I…" Rong Yuan hesitated at the word "wife." Why emphasize this identity now? Was there a special reason? Rong Yuan said, "I'm the Second Madam of the Gu family."

"So you're unemployed, right?"

"Mm."

"Do you remember the specific time and location of the incident, and who was present?"

Rong Yuan explained everything.

The officer asked again, "The other party threatened you with a knife. Do you remember what he said?"

Rong Yuan's face drooped like a sad cat's: "He, he told me to take off my clothes, and said he would make the Gu family lose face."

The officer said, "Did he simply ask you to undress, or were there other forms of coercion?"

Rong Yuan said, "He pressed the knife against my face and said if I didn't obey, I'd be dead. He clearly meant to ruin my chastity."

The officer paused briefly: "When you say he wanted to ruin your chastity, do you mean he intended to sexually assault you?"

Rong Yuan looked puzzled: "What is 'sexual assault'?"

Gu Shenhan's head throbbed: "He means, did he intend to force you to have sex with him?"

Rong Yuan turned away awkwardly: "That, that was not the case. He just wanted me to take off my clothes. But isn't that ruining my chastity?"

The thought of that scoundrel seeing his shoulder and back made him furious! Although many people here wore shorts and short sleeves, even baring their backs, bellies, and waists, that was them; he was himself. He still couldn't fully accept it; it made him really uneasy.

The officer looked genuinely puzzled: "Just taking off clothes doesn't necessarily mean losing chastity."

Rong Yuan: "Why not?"

Officer: "…………" I can't reason with you.

Gu Shenhan noticed the officer's barely hidden exasperation and explained, "He suffered some cognitive impairment after his brain injury. His thinking has become conservative in some ways, but he's fine in every other aspect."

The officer also realized that Rong Yuan had some strange ideas, especially regarding chastity. However, his story was logically coherent, he remembered what happened, and his answers were consistent when questioned again—no confusion.

Another officer asked Gu Shenhan a few questions too, and after recording everything, the two of them left.

Later, the blood test results came back, confirming what the ER doctor had said. He'd be fine once the drug wore off.

Rong Yuan's main problem now was some external injuries that needed time to heal, so there was no need to stay in the hospital. Gu Shenhan got him home before dark.

After all that ordeal, Rong Yuan was starving. The chef, on Gu Shenhan's orders, had prepared the meal early—light dishes that Rong Yuan enjoyed.

But now that the drug had faded, the pain from his wounds had fully returned. Every movement felt like his flesh was tearing, and even getting dressed became hard.

Gu Shenhan got out a set of clean clothes for Rong Yuan: "Do you want my help?"

Rong Yuan shook his head. "No."

Gu Shenhan said, "What if I close my eyes?"

Rong Yuan said, "I can do it myself."

Gu Shenhan had no choice but to leave the room. Rong Yuan slowly took off his shirt, hissing with pain now and then, but he managed to change on his own.

He put on a buttoned-up housecoat, with matching pants, still white.

Dinner was set out on the second floor.

Rong Yuan found it hard to use his right hand without pulling at his wound, since the injury slanted from his neck and shoulder down into his armpit. Eating would definitely be affected.

He switched to using his left hand.

Scooping soup was fine, but picking up vegetables with his left hand was tough.

Seeing this, Gu Shenhan stood up, walked over, sat beside Rong Yuan, and took his chopsticks and spoon.

"What are you doing?"

What else can I do? I can't bear to watch you struggle so much with eating. Let me feed you," Gu Shenhan said. "I'll feed you for the next few days. Once your wound stops hurting, you can eat on your own."

"I can manage if I eat slowly. It's just that by the time you're done feeding me, your food will be cold," Rong Yuan said, looking at the rice held up to his lips.

"Then I'll just heat it up or make a new plate," Gu Shenhan said, watching Rong Yuan take a bite of rice. He picked up a slice of stir-fried beef and brought it to Rong Yuan's mouth. "Were you terrified earlier today?"

"Yeah," Rong Yuan replied, swallowing hard as his nose stung. "Han Ge, do you think I'll have a scar on my face? Then I'll definitely never be able to remarry."

Can't he just drop this whole remarrying business already?!

Rong Yuan waited for the next bite that didn't come. "Maybe I should just eat slowly on my own."

Gu Shenhan picked a variety of dishes for him. "Are you so sure we'll get divorced in the future?"

"You're the one who said we'd get divorced."

"And just because I say it, you believe it? If I said you could give me ten kids in the future, would you believe that too?"

Rong Yuan was completely stunned.

Gu Shenhan gently poked his cheek. "Little Antique, why are you so scared? I was just joking."

Rong Yuan probed cautiously, "Then, Han Ge, do you like kids?"

Gu Shenhan said, "Never thought about it. Not sure."

As a gay man, thinking about that was completely unnecessary; he had no intention of adopting anyway.

Rong Yuan ate in silence.

Gu Shenhan asked him, "Do you really like kids?"

Rong Yuan nodded.

Gu Shenhan lectured him, "Let me tell you, it's best not to have such unreliable thoughts. If you're already planning to remarry, why are you even thinking about kids?"

Rong Yuan looked confused. "Why can't I think about it?"

Gu Shenhan said, "Because it's immoral."

A guy wanting to get married (as a bride) – isn't that basically being gay? And wanting kids—there are only a few ways: surrogacy, marriage fraud, adoption. In his view, none of them are reliable.

Rong Yuan couldn't figure it out. How was wanting kids immoral? Was it because he was already married?

When he said 'if you're thinking about remarrying, don't think about having kids,' did it mean it would be immoral to have a baby after a divorce and remarriage?

But he was already married now. Gu Shenhan must be talking about his remarrying situation, right?

But why couldn't he have kids after remarrying? He would bear the children himself; he wasn't planning to do anything heinous. This world is really weird.

He was already upset about the possible scar on his face, and now on top of that... Rong Yuan felt gloomy.

Gu Shenhan looked at his wound. "How could you be so reckless? If this wound had been a little to the side, it could have injured your eye."

Rong Yuan said, "But he told me to take off my clothes. That would be like asking for my life."

Gu Shenhan inexplicably recalled the waist and abs he'd seen that day when trying on clothes. "Then what if your future husband asks you to strip?"

Rong Yuan lowered his head even more. "That's not the same."

A strange flutter stirred in Gu Shenhan's chest.

If only he hadn't been so quick to mention divorce back then, could he now openly ask to see it?

People really shouldn't dig their own graves for no reason.

Gu Shenhan fed him as he said, "Don't worry about the scar on your face. I definitely won't let it scar, including the ones on your shoulders and back. But you have to agree to one condition."

"What's the condition?"

"Don't ever let me hear you mention remarrying again."

Rong Yuan: "..."