Chapter 28: Tragedy

Xia Yan had just opened her mouth to speak to Sister Mei when the incident suddenly occurred, completely catching her off guard…

When Xia Yan finally realized something was wrong and hurriedly closed her mouth, she was utterly stunned by the overwhelming scene before her. Her mind went blank, and she reflexively swallowed before reaching up to touch her face, eyes, nose, and mouth. After a moment of dazed realization, she let out a sharp cry and rushed into the master bedroom’s bathroom.

Soon, the sound of Xia Yan’s continuous dry heaving echoed from the bathroom. It was clear she was trying to expel everything she had eaten that night from her stomach.

…

At that moment, Lü Yang felt like crying but had no tears. He deeply regretted not warning Xia Yan earlier or turning his body in time to prevent the mishap. But everything had happened too suddenly. He had thought he could hold back like before, but in the end…

Sister Mei was the most considerate, or perhaps the most experienced. Seeing the messy situation, she instinctively supported the area where Lü Yang’s accident had occurred and used a small towel to wipe him clean… Just like when she and her husband used to play and accidentally lost control. For a moment, Sister Mei even mistakenly thought she was back with her husband years ago.

After a brief daze, Sister Mei suddenly realized the person before her was Lü Yang, not her husband, and she… was actually holding his… with her hand.

Sister Mei was immensely embarrassed and quickly let go of what she was holding. She turned and hurried toward the bathroom, seemingly trying to divert attention from her awkward action by comforting Xia Yan, who was desperately washing her face.

Lü Yang sat up, sadly looking at his half-sewn wound. It seemed he had thoroughly offended Xia Yan.

It wasn’t really his fault. If Xia Yan hadn’t been kneeling in front of him in that position, and if Sister Mei hadn’t been tugging with the small towel, the tragedy wouldn’t have happened.

But the tragedy had already occurred, and regret was useless. It appeared he couldn’t count on Xia Yan to finish sewing his wound.

Gritting his teeth, Lü Yang prepared to stitch the wound himself. However, when Sister Mei left, she had placed the Candle on the table. Without anyone holding the light, Lü Yang couldn’t see clearly. Reluctantly, he struggled to stand up, intending to move closer to the table and sew by the candlelight.

“Hey! Little Lü, lie down! Who said you could get up?” Sister Mei shouted as she rushed out, pushing Lü Yang back onto the bed.

Lü Yang was now exposed below and hadn’t expected Sister Mei to charge out like that. He was very embarrassed and quickly covered himself with his hand.

“Ahem… No need to be shy. In Sister’s eyes, you’re still a child… What hasn’t Sister seen?” Sister Mei blushed as she looked at Lü Yang, seeming a bit more relaxed than before.

Xia Yan emerged with a sullen face, her skin wet with water—whether from washing or tears was unclear. She glared fiercely at Lü Yang as if she wanted to kill him. Feeling guilty, Lü Yang could only offer an awkward smile.

“Lie still. If you move around recklessly, the stitches might come undone, and that would be troublesome!” Xia Yan spoke sternly to Lü Yang, showing no signs of holding a grudge. She probably understood that Sister Mei was mainly to blame for the incident and that her own posture while sewing had partly contributed to the accident.

Lü Yang had considered saying, “I didn’t mean to,” and then apologizing, but he felt it would sound like a hollow excuse. Hesitating, he ultimately said nothing.

“Lie down. I’ll finish sewing your wound,” Xia Yan ordered with a stern expression.

“Mm,” Lü Yang reluctantly lay back down, but he kept his hand covering himself. It was the first time in his life he had been exposed, without pants or a towel, under the gaze of two women.

“Move your hand. I need to continue sewing,” Xia Yan spoke harshly again, likely believing that a stern tone would make things seem more serious, especially given the sensitive nature of the area.

Lü Yang had no choice but to grit his teeth and remove his hand. He stared at the ceiling, trying hard not to think of anything inappropriate to prevent another tragedy. After all, a man around twenty is full of vigor; even after one outburst, the slightest external stimulus could quickly rouse him again.

However, some things happen regardless of your intentions, and Sister Mei chose an inopportune moment to speak…

“I should have listened to Xia Yan earlier and put a mask on you to prevent you from spilling everywhere. It’s all my fault for insisting she switch to a small towel… and now… I’ve harmed Xia Yan… It’s all my mistake…”

Oh no! Lü Yang finally understood why Xia Yan had brought the mask—it was to prevent him from “spitting” indiscriminately.

Sister Mei’s words inevitably brought back the memory of the earlier shocking incident. Though he hadn’t seen it himself, judging by Xia Yan’s reaction… he must have accidentally gotten some in her mouth, otherwise she wouldn’t have dry-heaved like that…

It’s over, it’s over!

As soon as Lü Yang thought about it, trouble arose again. That part of him stood up tragically once more. Despite the pain from the stitches, it showed no fear, standing tall as if challenging the world.

Previously, a small towel had offered some cover, but now there was nothing. Perhaps Xia Yan intended to make Lü Yang feel awkward as payback.

“It seems the cut didn’t damage the nerves after all…” Sister Mei, who was holding the Candle, clearly witnessed the scene and murmured to Xia Yan, sounding relieved. She even took the opportunity to bring the Candle closer for a better look, admiring a view she hadn’t seen in two years.

“If only that cut had been a bit deeper or a bit lower,” Xia Yan muttered bitterly, shoving Lü Yang’s member aside with the back of her hand and stitching more roughly.

“Ahem… He got injured because of you…” Sister Mei clearly wasn’t pleased with Xia Yan’s remark.

“Sister Mei, are you really that worried about his nerves getting damaged?” Xia Yan suddenly redirected the conversation toward Sister Mei.

“Yes…”

Sister Mei was still observing whether Lü Yang was normal and instinctively agreed before quickly realizing the implication in Xia Yan’s words. Her face flushed red. “Hey! Girl, watch your words!”

“Oh, come on! What’s the big deal? A relationship between an older woman and a younger man is perfectly normal. I’ve long noticed your special connection. Don’t worry—I won’t go around gossiping,” Xia Yan replied smugly.

While dry-heaving in the bathroom earlier, Xia Yan had glanced back angrily and seen Sister Mei wiping Lü Yang with a small towel. The scene and her technique seemed so natural, as if they had done it many times before.

Recalling how, over the past month, she often saw Sister Mei and Lü Yang coming and going together in the Residential Area, and how they kept the door closed during renovations, their relationship seemed obvious without needing to be stated.

“Xia Yan, stop talking nonsense! Little Lü already has someone!” Sister Mei’s face turned crimson as she angrily retorted.