Please Dote on Me - Chapter 55 - This Isn't Just a Hallucination 2
“This time, I’m never letting you go,” Shichui declared with unwavering certainty.
As he held my hand gently while we walked, I wished we could keep walking like this forever, never letting go. I thought heartbreak would make life unbearable, but now, everything seems just fine. If I can’t accept Shichui’s proposal, then I’m truly ungrateful, squandering a blessing from above. Such overwhelming happiness is right before me; if I can’t seize it, and he has to offer it to me, shouldn’t I just take it?
Yet, there’s a strange feeling, walking beside Shichui. Has this scene ever appeared in my life before?
“You like chocolate, I remember.”
“Your favorite color is white.”
“And when you drink orange soda, you always leave half, same with cake. You never waste food, so you always give the rest to me.”
“You like watermelon, you like wasabi.”
“I haven’t forgotten any of this.”
“Everything about you is etched in my heart. Even when I misunderstood you, when I was angry with you, I couldn’t forget. You have this ability, this irresistible charm that makes people want to cherish you. I don’t know how many stubborn things I’ve said to you, secretly regretting when I thought I’d never have you.”
As Shichui kept talking, night had fallen without us noticing.
“That wasn’t a misunderstanding, Shichui Mingyan, it wasn’t. Do you think you’re the only one who can create scandals? I was just as crazy in love, constantly changing boyfriends. I was just like you.” I found myself lying without realizing it.
“What! You! Constantly changing boyfriends? You actually did that?” Shichui instantly got angry, “How many? What’s going on? Tell me clearly, explain it!”
“Why are you yelling at me? It was just ten or so.”
“What! Ten or so? Just?” Shichui’s eyebrows danced with anger. His angry face was still so captivating it could leave one speechless.
“Shichui Mingyan, get it straight, compared to you, this is nothing, right? Why are you so angry?” I shouldn’t have been angry. My intention was to make him feel guilty, but why did I end up saying such petty, jealous things? Damn it.
“I’m so mad I could die, my heart hurts like crazy!” Shichui exhaled sharply.
“I’m the same.” I rolled my eyes dramatically at him.
Shichui let go of my hand and stormed ahead. I followed behind, just walking.
Is he jealous? There’s a faint happiness in my heart. But watching his back, I feel a pang of guilt for how much he cares about me.
“Tell me, did anything happen? With your ten boyfriends. Did anything happen?” He suddenly turned around, demanding answers in frustration.
“What do you mean by ‘happen’?”
“Did anything happen! I feel like dying from sadness, and you had ten boyfriends? How many exactly? Eleven? Twelve? Nineteen? It’s driving me crazy! Did anything happen?” Shichui continued to ask anxiously.
“Nothing happened.” My tone wasn’t sincere. It was even a bit cold. Because I was lying. I wanted to lie to Shichui, not to deceive him, not because lovers lie to gain each other’s complete devotion, but because I genuinely felt sorry for how much he cared. If I told him my body was filled with Gu Yuzui’s scent, he’d be heartbroken. I didn’t want him to be sad, not even a little.
“Forget it, forget it. I don’t want to know. My heart’s already shattered.” Shichui turned away, ignoring me, and walked on.
“This! This! And this! Eat it all, not a single bite left!” Shichui piled food into my bowl. It was stacked high, and he kept adding more. This behavior showed he was still angry.
“And these, eat them all too!” He pushed all the plates in front of him towards me.
“You, I’m going to burst if I eat all this.” I said.
“I’ll stop you before you burst. Just eat!” Shichui was still fuming, “You need to become a chubby woman, got it?”
Looking at Shichui, my mouth full of food, I couldn’t help but ask, “Why?”
“Chubby women won’t have a chance to change boyfriends! Once you’re all plump, no one will like you! Only I’ll marry you! So, eat up!” Shichui said fiercely.
“You’re so childish,” I said, chewing my food, feeling helpless.
“Eat!” Shichui, embarrassed by my comment, blushed and urged me to eat.
Why did I agree to marry such a childish guy? I don’t know.
Maybe it’s the romantic magic of Tokyo Tower, always making people lose their heads.
Sitting across from him, eating the food he gave me, watching him, I felt happy. If I had never met Gu Yuzui, then being urged to eat like this would be a blissful thing. He’d get jealous because of me, get angry because of me, be childish because of me. It’s a happy Shichui and Qi Yang. I could truly fulfill my wish to love only one person in my life, sincerely and wholeheartedly.
But that’s not the reality. The reality is that Gu Yuzui’s presence fills every pore of my being.
The reason I don’t want to confess to Shichui isn’t because I want to lie, but because how can I tell him I love someone else when he’s like this?
“You eat more too. Eat. Eat more.” I gave Shichui some food, piling it high, “Don’t be angry. There’s nothing to be angry about, right? We’re even, aren’t we? You have your share of scandals too.”
Shichui put down his chopsticks and said, “You brought that up. I created all those scandals just for you to see!”
“Alright, I’ll eat, you eat too.” I smiled at Shichui.
Shichui suddenly pulled me into his arms again, “Like this, only like this can I eat! Just thinking about you dating others makes me lose my appetite. Only by holding you close can I try not to think about it.”
“Uh, the Paparazzi are watching, maybe we shouldn’t be so close?” I lay against him, like a motionless puppet, my head on his shoulder, awkwardly looking around.
“What! Being hugged by me, is it embarrassing if the Paparazzi see?”
“No, it’s not like that. Ah, whatever.”
This guy’s childish side will probably never change.
Leaning against his chest, I thought if he knew I was thinking about whether Gu Yuzui had eaten, he’d say he couldn’t eat either.
What am I doing?
Shichui Mingyan, are you sure you want to marry me?
My hallucinations might lead me to make wrong judgments, but this isn’t just a hallucination.