Since the news of Xu Chao's hospitalization was trending, a flood of netizens poured in to watch the spectacle as soon as he went live.
[Well, well, well, he's actually livestreaming. Is this the part where he starts fishing for sympathy?]
[I know this routine. First you get trashed by the entire internet, then you play the victim to clear your name. And just like that, the views roll in.]
[I think Xu Chao and Fu Sichen are exactly alike. Neither husband is any good.]
Xu Chao rolled his eyes straight at the screen. "Sure, sure, you know everything. Good evening, Mr. and Ms. Know-It-All."
The netizens he had taken a jab at were momentarily speechless and actually forgot to fire back.
Xu Chao hadn't started this livestream to argue with netizens today. He was here to prove himself to them.
So, as he looked for a phone stand, he spoke to the screen.
"I know you won't believe me no matter what I say. In that case, I'll just show you."
He set up his phone and started a music track.
Then he spread his legs wide, bent down, and braced his arms in front of him, contorting himself into a bizarre, absurd pose.
Then the music played, and his butt swayed.
"To the left, to the right, look ahead."
[That came out of nowhere. I'm dying.]
[Babe, hurry, get up, run down the stairs, and slap yourself.]
[Oh my god, is baby Chaochao going to get arrested for imitating this?]
After finishing his dance, Xu Chao got up to check his phone screen, only to find that nobody seemed particularly interested in his physical condition. They were actually making meme references.
Apparently, that dance hadn't been convincing enough. In that case, he would do another.
He looked around and realized the hospital room wasn't very big. There wasn't enough space for him to perform.
So he decisively headed for the hallway.
Fu Sichen had booked Xu Chao a top-floor VIP room. There were only five or six rooms on the entire floor, so there were few people and plenty of space.
Xu Chao promptly set the stand on the hallway windowsill and adjusted the angle.
Then he planted all four limbs on the floor and began crawling forward at a bizarre angle, twisting and creeping along like something lurking in the shadows.
Meanwhile, Fu Sichen and the doctor were walking back as they talked.
"There's nothing seriously wrong with Young Master Xu's health. He's just overexerted himself these past few days and is a little weak. He only needs to lie quietly in bed and get some more rest, and..."
Before he could finish, someone in striped hospital pajamas, crawling along the floor on all fours in a dark, contorted fashion, suddenly came right up in front of them.
For a moment, the three stared at one another in silence.
The doctor: "..." Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
Xu Chao: "..." Fuck, why is Fu Sichen here now? Doesn't that mean he's about to find out I was pretending to be sick?
Fu Sichen: "..."
[Hahaha, a scene to die of embarrassment over. A scene to die of embarrassment over.]
[Oh my god, my stomach actually hurts from laughing. How is Xu Chao so funny?]
[One second, his wife is lying in a hospital bed sniffling. The next, he's on the floor, twisting around and creeping through the shadows. Calculate the psychological damage to Young Master Fu.]
[Holy shit, Young Master Fu's question has so many implications.]
Fu Sichen was silent for a long moment. Then he looked down at the crawling creature on the floor and asked in all sincerity,
"Is your butt itching?"
Xu Chao's little face took on a suggestive look. "Not too badly."
But Fu Sichen really hadn't meant anything by it. He had simply been so startled that the words had slipped out.
After another two seconds of silence, Fu Sichen helped Xu Chao up.
Shoulders hunched and head lowered, Xu Chao stood obediently beside the man, his entire body declaring, I'll behave now. Please spare me.
The doctor gave two dry chuckles.
"I-I did say that apart from being a little weak, there's nothing else wrong with Young Master Xu's health."
Xu Chao and Fu Sichen turned to look at the doctor at the same time.
The doctor instantly felt as though he were sitting on pins and needles. Then, in a momentary lapse of judgment, he said,
"But there might be something wrong mentally. Turn left and go downstairs; the second room is the psychiatric consulting room. Really, why not get an examination?"
Xu Chao: "..."
Fu Sichen: "..."
The live chat: "..."
[Hahaha, where did this little oddball Xu Chao come from? I'm seriously dying of laughter.]
[Incredible. There are countless ways to die in this world, and Xu Chao chose to die of embarrassment.]
Xu Chao was just about to say that there was absolutely nothing wrong with him mentally.
Just then, a hearty laugh rang out. "There's absolutely nothing wrong with this young man mentally. He's just so optimistic and lively. That's exactly the youthful vigor a young person should have."
Everyone whipped their heads around.
Approaching from the other end of the hallway was a little old man with graying hair who looked very spry. Beside him stood a tall, handsome young man.
The young man had a pair of shimmering, amorous eyes, which were fixed unblinkingly on Xu Chao, a thousand emotions within them.
At the sight of the arrivals, Fu Sichen frowned slightly. Then, with an arm around Xu Chao, he took two steps forward. "Elder Zhao, what brings you here?"
Elder Zhao nodded. "I'm not here for you. I came specifically to see little Xu."
Little... Xu?
Xu Chao's eyes instantly went as wide as saucers. Pointing at himself in disbelief, he said, "Me? Little?"
Elder Zhao laughed heartily. "Yes. You've grown so big in the blink of an eye. Back then..."
Just then, the young man beside him offered a reminder. "Teacher, taking my little brother's pulse comes first."
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