But he couldn’t. He could only stand there, steeling himself to intervene. “Don’t fight or curse anymore. That’s not right. Let’s talk it out properly. Calm down, Fu Zheng. Don’t be mad first.”
“Let’s find a quiet place to talk…”
No one heard him.
Tao Zhi’s pleas to break it up drowned in the sounds of fists hitting flesh.
The two started fighting again.
Even more fiercely than before, neither holding back, both going at it like they wanted to kill each other.
Those who knew they were brothers might think so; those who didn’t would assume it was a blood feud for patricide.
The stunned Tao Zhi: “…”
–
Xu Yujia had taught Tao Zhi that if brothers fought, never try to intervene. Leave it all to the older brother—he would handle it.
She must have anticipated this scenario.
But Tao Zhi couldn’t stand by. He desperately tried to break it up, to no avail, until security finally arrived and pulled them apart.
The brotherly brawl caused a huge scene. Both went all out, and it took three or four guards to separate them. They seemed ready to drag them to the security office, but Fu Si Heng said he was disciplining his disobedient younger brother, framing the fight as a guardian correcting his ward, so it didn’t escalate to the school.
After sending the guards away, Fu Si Heng kicked Fu Zheng into the car.
Showing a bit of brotherly affection, Fu Si Heng planned to take him to the hospital.
Originally, he didn’t want Tao Zhi to come along.
He agreed with Xu Yujia—Tao Zhi shouldn’t get involved between them. He didn’t even need to explain to Fu Zheng. If it was tricky, just leave it all to him.
He would handle Fu Zheng. Tao Zhi could switch dorms or live off-campus—no problem.
Even, if he wanted, Fu Si Heng could ensure Fu Zheng never appeared before him again.
When Fu Si Heng said this to Tao Zhi, Fu Zheng pounded the car window with bangs.
Hearing the muffled thuds, Tao Zhi instinctively glanced inside.
Inside the car, Fu Zheng’s… eyes were red.
Not from anger, but like a puppy’s aggrieved redness. His fists clenched tight, veins bulging on the back of his hands. He was yelling something Tao Zhi couldn’t hear, but he could guess.
“I’ll still come along.” Tao Zhi’s heart softened. He pursed his lips and said.
“Fine.” Fu Si Heng agreed.
Bringing Tao Zhi was no issue. If Fu Zheng acted up again, he’d face even harsher “education.”
Fu Si Heng opened the car door for Tao Zhi. Fu Zheng in the back seat, Tao Zhi in the passenger seat. Once the partition went up, only Fu Zheng’s wailing, furious yells filled the car.
Tao Zhi: “…”
Tao Zhi pretended not to hear, sitting prim and straight. He made no sound the whole way, not even heavy breathing—light and quiet.
Until they reached their destination.
Fu Si Heng brought Fu Zheng to the familiar private hospital—the same one he had always gone to since childhood for beatings or injuries.
A regular customer. Most of the staff recognized him. Upon arriving at the orthopedics department, someone teased, “Yo, Second Young Master again? Beaten up? What was it this time?”
Tao Zhi: “…”
Fu Zheng, expressionless: “Scram.”
No sense at all.
Fu Si Heng dumped Fu Zheng with the familiar doctor.
Tao Zhi didn’t go in.
He sat on a chair in the hospital corridor waiting for Fu Zheng while Fu Si Heng stepped away to make a call, arranging for someone else to handle his evening engagement first. He’d arrive two hours late.
Tao Zhi glanced in the direction he left, and before he knew it, Fu Zheng had slipped out and sat beside him.
The doctor grumbled as he followed, simply treating him right there outside.
Private hospitals had great service.
Second Young Master could make a fuss however he wanted.
“Tao Zhi.” Fu Zheng called him stiffly.
Tao Zhi hummed, turned his head, and fell silent at the sight of Fu Zheng’s face: “…”
Fu Si Heng had hit hard. Fu Zheng was badly hurt, face black and blue and swollen. But he didn’t care, accustomed to it—like coming home. Medical staff bustled around him.
In contrast, Fu Si Heng only had a slightly dirtied shirt hem from pinning Fu Zheng down and beating him.
“You’re lying to me. You’re really too much.” Fu Zheng’s tone was extremely displeased.
But after the beating, though displeased, he wasn’t raging anymore—just questioning.
Tao Zhi swallowed, wondering where to start explaining—
“Why did you lie that you’re not gay?” Fu Zheng demanded. “You clearly are.”
Tao Zhi: “?”
“Huh?” Tao Zhi looked up blankly.
The lie Fu Zheng meant was this?
“I didn’t lie. I’m really not gay.” Tao Zhi hurriedly explained.
“You’re still lying! I saw Fu Si Heng kiss you!” When he said “kiss,” Fu Zheng bit out the word hard, anger flickering in his eyes again. But the nurse pressed iodine on his cheek, and he couldn’t hold it—wincing and grimacing, expressions flying wildly.
Tao Zhi: “…”
Tao Zhi: “This matter is a long story.”
Fu Zheng: “Then make it short.”
“But your brother will be back soon.” Tao Zhi tried to convince him not to discuss it in the hospital.
The nurses’ eyes turned gossipy, their efficient wound-tending slowing as they perked up their ears.
But Fu Zheng ignored it. “Am I scared of him?”
“Cut the crap. Explain properly.”
Tao Zhi: “…”
No choice.
Tao Zhi steeled himself and spoke, head down, staring at his fingers. “It’s not like that. Although I kissed your brother, it doesn’t mean I’m gay?”
Explaining this was truly complicated.
Especially in a hospital in front of so many people.
So Tao Zhi just stated the conclusion.
Fu Zheng: “?”
“No way.” Fu Zheng nearly cracked. “Do you even hear yourself?!”
Tao Zhi: “…”
But he wasn’t wrong.
This matter was really, extremely complicated.
Even though he kissed your brother and they were in a… boyfriend relationship—male-male boyfriend—but he was still a bona fide straight guy.
Really.
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