"Jiang Nu." Gu Chencha gently pushed him and called out, but Ah Ye only swayed a bit from the push and remained still.

Gu Chencha's heart turned cold. He clearly felt the coldness of the person when he pushed him just now. He bypassed the person and got out of bed, searching for a while before finally turning on the lights. He turned Jiang Nu, who was lying on his side, onto his back and touched his face to check his temperature. Besides his pale lips, there didn't seem to be anything unusual.

Am I dreaming? Gu Chencha slapped himself and immediately dismissed this conjecture. Sometimes, people can feel pain in dreams, but in dreams, except for falling, all movements are feeble and weak, like being in water. The exhilaration of swinging one's arm is impossible.

Did she sleep too deeply? Gu Chencha speculated, but immediately dismissed this thought. Not for any other reason, but because it was Jiang Nu. Any possibility of uncertainty had to be excluded.

Thinking of Gu Chencha, he shouted loudly and shook vigorously. Before Dumb Grandpa could be awakened, he felt something sticky in his hand. He inwardly exclaimed, "Oh no!" as he raised his hand to take a look. It was covered in dark red. He looked at Dumb Grandpa's dark-colored shirt and frantically ripped it off.

The unbuttoned shirt revealed the waistband inside, which was already stained red. The bed he pressed against also had the same red stains. Looking down at his own t-shirt, which was clean and spotless, he couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache. He lightly scolded, "You still dare to sleep behind my back."

He needed to call an ambulance, so he patted his pocket to find his phone. At that moment, he noticed that the mute old man furrowed his brows and whispered something with his lips. He crawled to the edge of the bed to listen to what he was saying.

Grandpa's lips were almost touching his ear as he gasped for breath, repeating the same blurry word urgently - "mysterious".

Gu Chencha hadn't even had a chance to savor the profound meaning of these words when she was suddenly pulled into someone's embrace.

Uncle Ya tightly restrained him, the sensation akin to an electric shock, inexplicably reminding him of the first time they were at a bar, when Uncle Ya also held onto him tightly and did not let go.

It has to be said that the desolation and sadness in his eyes that day were also one of the reasons why he captivated Gu Chencha. Instinctively, she wanted to give him warmth and instinctively wanted to dispel the sorrow and misfortune in his gaze...

"You fucking hypocrite, not even bleeding can make you forget your lust!" Gu Chencha shouted, desperately trying to break free. But Ah Ya, without even thinking, held onto him even tighter. It was unclear where he, a heavily wounded patient, got the strength. He had been practicing dance and stick-fighting since he was young, so when he was conscious, he knew how to maintain boundaries with Gu Chencha. But now, in his unconscious state, some of his skills unavoidably came into play. Tears welled up in Gu Chencha's eyes as the pain suddenly surged. With both arms supporting herself to prevent him from squeezing the life out of her, she struggled to speak and pleaded for help, "Brother Nu, let go of me, you're hurting me..."

The miserable sound reached the deaf man's ears, instantly waking him up. He quickly released his grip and shouted, "Shen Mian!"

Gu Chencha hurriedly broke free, rubbing her shoulders as she looked at the dumb grandpa who opened his eyes.

"What madness are you spouting!" Gu Chencha shouted at him angrily.

Grandpa Ya's face paled dramatically. He lifted his head and looked at Gu Chencha, but quickly grew impatient and closed his eyes. Words burst out of his mouth, almost infuriating Gu Chencha to death, "Why is it you?"

"I fuck your mother's Jiang Nu, if it's not me then who else? You fucking preach like a saint and a gentleman, acting all high and mighty, as if you've never indulged in wine and women before me. Are you pretending to be a Tibetan? Ah?"

With a gloomy expression, Grandpa Ya said, "What nonsense are you talking about."

"What nonsense am I spouting? Are you fucking embracing me while sleepily calling out the name of the jerk you used to lie with in bed before?" A trace of cruelty flashed in Gu Chenchas eyes as he spat out the sarcastic words like a jealous wife. Unexpectedly, Yaya immediately took a step forward and gave him a hard slap across the face.

That's Master Ya, the mute who makes people tremble in fear when he fights. With one merciless slap, Gu Chencha was instantly dumbfounded. The pain was even worse than before, covering a much larger area. He sat on the ground, holding his face. It wasn't that he didn't want to get up, but his ears were ringing and his vision was blurred, making it difficult for him to recover. He didn't even know where the top of his head was, and didn't know where to exert force to try to stand up.

Gu Chencha didn't have time to think about what had happened. He felt a salty taste in his mouth and subconsciously touched it, only to find blood. Gu Chencha was unable to speak and looked up at the dumb old man.

Gramps looked at his own outstretched hand and felt a little uncertain. Instinctively, he uttered, "Chen Cha..."

Gu Chencha's head swirled, and she abruptly stood up, stumbling a bit as she rushed to the doorway before slamming the door and leaving.

Immediately, Grandpa wanted to chase after him, but as soon as he took a step forward, he felt a tearing pain in his abdomen, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.