The story of Rose starts with being a brother

Chapter 449 Aftermath of the Banquet? Or Waves?
"This food is poisoned! I'm going to sue them! This is murder! Murder!"

In the dead of night at the hospital, Zhang Wei's wailing echoed throughout the ward.

Hu Yifei, covering her ears and speechless, watched this guy, whose lips were swollen like sausages and whose face was swollen like a pig's head, howl incessantly. She couldn't help but slap him and say:
"Quiet down, the doctor said you have a seafood allergy, not poisoning."

"Seafood allergy?" Zhang Wei was taken aback and stopped wailing.

Hu Yifei nodded and said, "Aren't there some seafood dishes at the banquet? Lobster, crab and the like."

“I…I’ve never eaten anything with a shell before.”

"You were eating so happily just now when you hadn't eaten before?"

Hearing this, Zhang Wei's swollen face showed some embarrassment, but he immediately said confidently, "I only tried it because I was curious since I had never eaten it before!"

He paused for a moment, then added, "And Moran really likes eating lobster; she even peeled lobsters for me!"

"Wow, Zhang Wei, I thought only Nuolan would peel shrimp for Wensheng, but I didn't expect Molan to peel shrimp for you too. You've really found a treasure this time," Hu Yifei said in surprise.

"hey-hey!"

Hearing Hu Yifei praise him like that, Zhang Wei couldn't help but grin foolishly, and when he squeezed the puffiness on his face... he looked even more like a pig's head.

Thankfully, the hospital room lights were bright enough; otherwise, if someone outside saw Zhang Wei looking like this at this moment in the middle of the night, they would definitely faint from fright.

After chuckling for a while, Zhang Wei suddenly realized what was happening, looked around, and asked:

"Hey? Where's Moran? And Wen Sheng and the others? Why are you the only one here?"

"Then how many more people do you need to keep you company? Don't you even know what time it is?" Hu Yifei rolled her eyes at him and said, "You have no idea, you were eating at the dinner table just now and suddenly collapsed from overeating, which startled everyone. They thought you had stuffed yourself to death."

“Your lips were swollen like sausages. Wen Sheng was the first to realize you might be having an allergic reaction, so we rushed you to the hospital.” Hu Yifei dragged a chair to sit down by the bed and continued, “Everyone was here with you when you were unconscious. After you were out of danger, I sent them all home.”

"That's it."

Although Zhang Wei still felt quite uncomfortable, he felt warm inside listening to Hu Yifei's words.

Having grown up as an orphan, he had never been so concerned about by so many people before. In the past, when he was sick, he would either stay in his rented room and tough it out by himself, or he would go to the hospital alone.

The feeling was as if he was separated from the world by a thick barrier. He used to be used to it, but now just thinking about it made him feel that loneliness was almost suffocating.

Zhang Wei smiled, then sighed and said, "It's a pity that Moran didn't stay to keep me company."

Hearing this, Hu Yifei, who was peeling an orange, paused, then said irritably, "You should be grateful that I stayed to watch over you, and you even picked on me!"

“That’s not what I meant. What I meant was…” Zhang Wei quickly explained, then hesitated for a moment before saying, “This kind of time alone is good for cultivating my relationship with Moran, hehehe…”

Seeing Zhang Wei grinning like a lecherous pig again, Hu Yifei slapped her forehead and sighed deeply, feeling that she was surrounded by awful people.

After thinking for a moment, Hu Yifei took out her phone, fiddled with it for a bit, and then handed it to Zhang Wei, sneering, "Are you sure you want to use this image to build a relationship with someone? Cool Zhang!"

Zhang Wei, who had been grinning foolishly, snapped out of his daze and shifted his gaze from the ceiling to the phone in front of him.

"Holy crap, who is this scary-looking guy!"

Zhang Wei instinctively shrank to the side, his face filled with terror.

Hu Yifei then revealed a smug smile, raising her eyebrows and saying, "Guess who this handsome guy lying on the hospital bed in the phone is?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei's face froze. After a long while, he slowly turned his head and said incredulously, "Don't tell me that the pig-headed guy in the photo is me?"

"Haha, congratulations on getting it right, Cool Zhang!" Hu Yifei laughed loudly.

"I……"

Zhang Wei's pupils dilated, and he felt as if the sky had fallen.

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious. You'll be fine after these IV drips are finished," Hu Yifei comforted her after laughing.

“But my perfect image in Moran’s heart has been ruined!” Zhang Wei was clearly more concerned about this.

"Perfect? ​​You almost died just now and you're still thinking about perfection?" Hu Yifei sneered. "And you just said something about why it wasn't Mo Lan who came to accompany you."

"Who knew allergies could cause this kind of problem?"

Zhang Wei, with a swollen, mournful face, said, "Now look what's happened. I ended up in the hospital before I even finished my meal, and I'm in this state now. It's ruined my cool and elegant image in Mo Lan's eyes."

"Come on, the only chance you'll ever be associated with the name 'Kuya' is if you change your name to Zhang Kuya." Hu Yifei pouted. "Zhang Wei, hundreds of thousands of people across the country are named Zhang Wei."

"Woooooooo..."

Hearing Hu Yifei's mocking words, Zhang Wei started howling again.

"Stop howling, do you really need to be like this? Do you really want to keep dating Mo Lan with this persona?" Hu Yifei said, taking a bite of orange.

However, Zhang Wei, who was feeling extremely unwell both physically and mentally, did not want to answer the question at that moment.

Seeing this, Hu Yifei comforted her, "But your allergy isn't entirely a bad thing. At least you successfully diverted Nuolan's attention just now, saving Youyou and Yumo."

"what?"

Lying on the bed, Zhang Wei turned his head, paused for a moment, and asked, "Saved?"

Only then did he recall the scene at the banquet before he lost consciousness.

After Tang Youyou forcibly kissed Guan Gu Shenqi, Nuolan suddenly began to suspect that nothing had actually happened between Wen Sheng and Tang Youyou.

Then everyone tensed up again, feeling that Nuolan would soon refocus her attention on Qin Yumo...

Thinking about this, Zhang Wei finally understood what Hu Yifei meant.

"I never expected that after all that troublemaking from Youyou and Ziqiao, you only managed so little. In the end, it was you who played the most crucial role." Hu Yifei sighed, patting the blanket on Zhang Wei, and said, "You were the one who stirred things up the most."

"..."

Zhang Wei glanced at her, unsure who was more insulted by those words.

But... it seems like I won the bet with Ziqiao?

……

"Of course you didn't win!"

The next day, at Lonely Corner Bar.

After being discharged from the hospital, Zhang Wei found Lü Ziqiao and proposed to make a bet.

Although his Xuanming Divine Palm had given Lu Ziqiao a nosebleed and sent him to the hospital last time, he felt incredibly satisfied when he relived the feeling of delivering that slap.

However, after a cold laugh, Lu Ziqiao immediately refused to admit that Zhang Wei had won.

"Hey, what's up? Can't you accept defeat?" Zhang Wei said unhappily.

He had practiced on a pillow before coming to make sure he wouldn't slap the other person's nose this time, and to let Zi Qiao's face feel the power of his Xuanming Divine Palm even more.

Holding his wine glass, Lu Ziqiao snorted, "You only played a role at the end. Before that, it was almost entirely my aunt and my plan that was in effect throughout the entire banquet."

"But in the end, it was still me..."

"If it weren't for us, would you have been able to wait until your allergic reaction finally flared up?"

"..."

At this point, Lü Ziqiao patted Zhang Wei on the shoulder, then took out his phone and opened his photo album.

"Zhang Wei, I really didn't expect your plan to go so far! You almost ruined your own people."

Upon seeing a picture of himself with a pig's head during an allergic reaction on the other person's phone, Zhang Wei panicked and tried to snatch the phone, but Lu Ziqiao dodged him, having anticipated this.

"Aren't you incredibly bored? You actually took those...indecent photos of me while I was unconscious!" Zhang Wei roared.

Lu Ziqiao was so shocked by his words that he spilled some of his wine. He quickly looked around and said, "Can't you speak properly? You're being disgusting!"

"Is there a difference?" Zhang Wei said through gritted teeth in a low voice, "This is all very unseemly to me!" "Then don't just target me. It wasn't just me who took pictures yesterday, everyone was involved. Didn't Yifei tell you?" Lu Ziqiao chuckled, "After all, it's the first time we've ever seen someone's face swollen like this. If we didn't know better, we'd think they'd been stung by wasps!"

"..."

Seeing Zhang Wei's constipated and uncomfortable look, Lu Ziqiao patted him on the shoulder and said, "Calm down. That's life. No one can always maintain a good image. Just like you and that Mo Lan, won't you eventually expose your sleazy side?"

"You are the obscene one!"

“I’m not sleazy!” Lu Ziqiao shook his head. “I’m vulgar.”

"..."

In this area, Zhang Wei simply couldn't argue with Lü Ziqiao.

Seeing that he was speechless after being rebuked, Lu Ziqiao revealed a victorious smile.

After taking a sip of his drink, Lü Ziqiao asked again, "By the way, it's Sunday today, why didn't you go see that Moran?"

“I asked her, and she said she had something to do,” Zhang Wei said, looking at the ice water in his hand.

"Tsk tsk tsk, could it be that she was traumatized after seeing your swollen face last night, which is why she refused to go on a date with you?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I already said she had something to do today!"

“Zhang Wei, if that’s what you think, then I can only conclude that although the swelling on the outside of your head has gone down, the swelling inside is still there.” Lu Ziqiao looked at Zhang Wei with the eyes of someone looking at a pig’s head. “This is a girl’s basic way of rejecting someone.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei frowned: "Impossible, right? We've already eaten twice."

"What's the big deal about having two meals together? In modern relationships, let alone having two meals together, even if you've slept in the same bed, you might not be sure you're boyfriend and girlfriend after you get out of bed."

"That's something only someone like you would do!"

“Yeah, but I’ll at least consider this kind of thing when I’m at the point of hitting a home run. As for you…” Lu Ziqiao chuckled again, “I bet you’ve even touched Moran’s hand by now.”

"Nonsense!" Zhang Wei immediately denied.

Lu Ziqiao looked surprised: "You've already touched her hand?"

"When I meet her, I always shake her hand first to show my friendliness."

"..."

Lu Ziqiao pinched the base of his eyebrows, feeling a throbbing pain in his head.

"Zhang Wei, you're a rare breed. Are you going on a date or to a leaders' meeting? Do you two need to prepare a speech each?"

"But without this step, I wouldn't even be able to touch her hand!"

Zhang Wei's current situation is quite similar to that of some boys in school who choose to arm wrestle with everyone in the class in order to touch the hand of their crush.

"Zhang Wei, if I hadn't seen you miss your own wedding with my own eyes, I would have found it hard to believe that someone like you almost got married!"

"..."

When the old story was brought up again, Zhang Wei's face immediately turned ugly.

"Can we please stop talking about this? My girlfriend now is Moran!"

"OK, OK, I won't bring it up anymore, but I think I need to remind you that although you and Moran have had dinner twice, it's probably a bit premature to call them boyfriend and girlfriend right now, isn't it?" Lu Ziqiao snorted, took a sip of his drink, and shook his head.

"What do you mean?"

"The meaning is simple: Moran rejected your invitation today because she needs to re-evaluate her relationship with you, or even your identity as a person. She will decide whether to accept your invitation again after she has finished sorting things out."

Relationship expert Lü Ziqiao analyzed.

"Re-sort out? Why? I ate perfectly fine last night!" Zhang Wei exclaimed in surprise, then said with a bitter face, "Is it because my allergic reaction caused my face to swell up like that?"

"No! No! No! This estimate only represents a small part of the factors."

Lu Ziqiao held up one finger and waved it to indicate his disagreement with the answer. Then he looked at Zhang Wei and said, "I guess it's because of the problems you had with her yesterday, such as the conflict between your words and actions and your public persona."

"What's wrong with my words and actions? Is it abnormal? I didn't go on a drunken rampage."

"It's normal for an ordinary young man in his early twenties, but who made you portray yourself as a cool and elegant young man who drives a luxury car and uses parking tickets as stickers?"

Lu Ziqiao smiled and, based on his experience, quickly helped Zhang Wei analyze the problem.

Zhang Wei's expression changed, and he retorted stubbornly, "What's wrong with this persona? I only used it when we were just starting to build a relationship. Didn't you make up even more outrageous personas for yourself when you were picking up girls before, like a scientist, an alien, or a person working at an Antarctic research station?"

"Ha, you can't even walk steadily, yet you dare to compare yourself to someone like me who can fly in the sky?"

Lu Ziqiao raised an eyebrow, then sneered, "Putting aside the differences between us in this regard, our goals are completely different. How can you compare to me?"

Zhang Wei frowned and said, "Why is the purpose different now?"

"I'm aiming to hit home runs as soon as possible, and after this game I'll move on to the next one. So naturally I just need to polish the beginning. But you look like you're going to fight tooth and nail for a long time, like you want to have a proper relationship. How can you be like me?"

"What's wrong with having a proper relationship with a girl?"

"Nothing much?" Lu Ziqiao shrugged. "It's a good thing, but your behavior of creating a persona and setting up an identity for yourself in the early stages is not suitable for long-term operations."

"..."

Zhang Wei fell silent for a moment, and after a long while, he murmured, "Does this mean I can't go for the cool and elegant style anymore?"

……

In the afternoon, at Nolan's home in JA district.

Wen Sheng, who had spent the night here, was about to leave when he turned around and saw Nuolan lying on the sofa watching TV without moving. He asked with a smile, "Oh, that's strange. You didn't plan to come to the apartment with me today?"

Nuolan, who was randomly flipping through channels with the remote control, still didn't make any move when she heard this. She just snorted and said, "Come on, I guess you don't want to agree either, and your friends in the apartment don't seem to like me very much either."

"Heh, that's true." Listening to Ms. Nuo's complaints, Wen Sheng not only didn't offer any comfort, but instead nodded in approval, "You're quite self-aware!"

"you!"

Upon hearing this scoundrel's words, Nuolan immediately lost her composure, sat up from the sofa, glared at him, and said, "How dare you say that? You clearly don't care about me at all!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Sheng simply smiled and said, "How can this mean I don't care about you? Or what do you want me to do to show that I care about you?"

There was a moment of silence in the living room. Nuolan's expression suddenly calmed down, and she looked at her ex-husband and said, "Then tell me honestly, did that Tang Youyou ever kiss you?"

"..."

Wen Sheng wasn't surprised that Nuolan would ask this question. Looking into her eyes, he leaned against the wall and laughed, "If you're so eager to know, you can continue investigating at the apartment, or you can set up another trap."

After a slight pause, Wen Sheng thought for a moment and then chuckled, "Hmm... that's too much trouble. Why don't you just tie them all up and interrogate them one by one? That would be much more impressive!"

As Wen Sheng finished speaking, the large living room fell silent again, with only the sound of commercials on the television remaining.

Nuolan's face darkened, her gaze fixed on her ex-husband, and she said in an icy voice, "What do you mean?"

"Do I need to explain what I mean?" Wen Sheng smiled as he looked at his ex-wife's gloomy face. "It means exactly what you're thinking."

Just minutes ago, the two were embracing each other affectionately, but a few minutes later, the atmosphere between them had become extremely tense.

Nuolan stared at Wensheng with a sullen face and didn't say anything. Seeing this, Wensheng smiled and said, "I don't want to talk about this in our cozy home, lest you make a mess and I have to clean it up. How about this, I'll go reserve a table first, and then I'll send you the reservation information later before you come over."

After a pause, Wen Sheng added, "Of course, it's okay if you don't come. I won't force you."

After saying that, he didn't care whether Nuolan agreed or not, and turned around to open the door and leave.

The house fell silent again. Nuolan stared blankly at the closed door for a long time before sitting up again, her gaze unfocused as she looked at the television commercial in front of her.

……

"boom!"

Forty minutes later, Nuolan pushed open the door of a private room in a high-end foot massage parlor with a livid face, staring with murderous eyes at Wen Sheng, who was lying on the massage bed, and the female technician who was kneeling on the dog man and stretching him.

(End of this chapter)