I stared at my mother-in-law in astonishment. In my memory, she had never admitted fault before.
"I underestimated Hu Sanyong and didn't plan carefully enough, which led to this mishap. But sooner or later, I'll make sure to get justice for you and Luotong," my mother-in-law said coldly, her usual demeanor returning.
"Mom, can I ask you something? You're not short on money, so why are you so determined to get involved in the real estate project? Especially one in Jiangcheng. You must have some purpose, right?"
I always felt there was something odd about this situation. Normally, I wouldn't pry into my mother-in-law's affairs, but since I was already dragged into it, it was better to get things clear. Knowing more would at least give me some peace of mind.
Hu Sanyong had left me with a lingering sense of unease. Who knew if another Zhang Sanyong or Li Sanyong might pop up next?
"Xiaofan, you're very sharp to pinpoint the key issue. But I can't go into details about this matter. Perhaps one day you'll find out," my mother-in-law replied.
Judging by her expression, she had no intention of telling me anything further. There was no point in pressing her—if she didn't want to say something, no one could get it out of her.
The scale of my mother-in-law's plans was beyond what a small employee like me could comprehend. But I understood the saying, "When gods fight, mortals suffer," all too well. From now on, I needed to be more cautious. I didn't want to get caught up in any trouble.
After briefly asking about Luotong's situation, I shifted the topic and engaged in some casual, aimless chatter with my mother-in-law.
Half an hour later, my wife returned, her emotions having stabilized. However, after coming in, she sat beside me without saying a word, completely ignoring her mother.
Naturally, my mother-in-law wasn't about to apologize to her either. To avoid further awkwardness, she gave me a few instructions and left.
"Nannan, how could you say those things to Mom? Find an opportunity to apologize to her. Don't let such a small matter damage your relationship," I said to my wife.
My wife remained seated without responding, but I could tell from her expression that she wouldn't go until she had thought things through.
I shook my head helplessly. Although my wife wasn't as domineering as her mother, her inherent pride and stubbornness were exactly the same. At their core, mother and daughter were cut from the same cloth.
I closed my eyes to rest, saying nothing more, and gradually drifted off to sleep.
It wasn't until noon that voices in the hospital room woke me. Groggily, I opened my eyes to see Wang Di sitting in the room, chatting with my wife.
"Manager Wang, what brings you here?" I asked in surprise.
"Isn't it only right for me to visit an employee of mine who's been injured?" Wang Di replied with a smile.
To be honest, I wasn't particularly surprised by Wang Di's visit. Ever since I saw that photo, this woman had been excessively attentive toward me.
Wang Di sat by my bedside, asking after my well-being from head to toe. I responded awkwardly.
"Honey, Manager Wang just agreed to look after you temporarily. I'm going home to cook for you," my wife said to me.
"Why go to all that trouble? Just grab something from downstairs. Besides, Manager Wang has to go back to work soon. Let's not inconvenience her," I said.
"No, honey. You're weak right now and need nourishment. Food from outside isn't nutritious. I'll go home and stew a chicken—it won't take long," my wife insisted.
"Alright, let your wife go. I'll just be idling in the office at noon anyway, so I might as well chat with you here. There are still two hours—plenty of time," Wang Di said with a smile.
"Then I'll trouble you, Manager Wang," my wife thanked her and left.
Watching my wife walk away, I sighed inwardly: Oh, my silly wife, are you just naive or too carefree? You've so casually left your husband alone with another woman.
Wang Di's gaze as she watched my wife leave was somewhat strange. It took her a long moment before she turned back and asked, "Have you two really made up?"
I understood the implication in her words and could only respond with an awkward smile.
"I just don't get it—what are you even after?" Wang Di said in a tone full of helplessness.
"Everyone lives their life differently," I replied.
"I really envy someone as easygoing as you. If I had been able to let things go like you back then, I wouldn't have ended up so heartbroken that I suffered from neurasthenia," Wang Di sighed.
Wang Di and I chatted idly as she shared some of her life insights.
Truth be told, I genuinely enjoyed talking with her.
She had been deceived by a man once and fell into such depression that it led to neurasthenia. It showed how seriously she took relationships. In every way, she was a rare, good woman. And precisely because of that, I didn't dare get involved with her. A woman like her probably wouldn't accept anything purely physical without emotional attachment.
After about forty minutes of chatting, I gradually began to feel the urge to urinate, and it grew increasingly urgent.
But with my wife not around, I felt too embarrassed to mention it to Wang Di and had no choice but to endure it.
My wife, however, was taking her time returning, and I was nearing my limit.
From last night until now, I had received seven or eight IV drips, and all that fluid stored in my body desperately needed to be expelled.
"Manager Wang, could you please help me to the restroom?" I couldn't hold it in any longer and had to ask Wang Di for help.
Without overthinking it, Wang Di carefully helped me up, slipped on my slippers, and supported me as we made our way to the bathroom.
After steadying me in front of the toilet, Wang Di prepared to turn and leave.
"Um, could you wait a moment?" I hurriedly spoke up.
Wang Di looked at me, puzzled. I awkwardly raised my two hands, which were bandaged up like zongzi—this was exactly why I had been reluctant to speak up earlier despite the urgency.
Wang Di immediately understood my predicament, and her face flushed bright red. She whispered, "How can I help with that? Maybe... maybe you should hold it in a little longer until your wife comes back."
"I really can't hold it anymore," I said, my face also turning red.
"Then... then... what should we do?" Wang Di was completely flustered, her words stumbling.
"Two options: first, I wet my pants; second, you help me out." I was at my wit's end—I couldn't think of a third solution.
Wang Di's face was crimson as she hesitated, and I was on the verge of breaking down. I had to urge her, "If you don't help soon, I'll be forced to go with the first option."
"Then... then... alright," Wang Di said in a barely audible voice. She stood behind me, took a couple of deep breaths, and then slowly, with trembling hands, reached from my waist down to the elastic band of my hospital pants.
Since he couldn't see, Wang Di fumbled for a long time before managing to loosen the elastic waistband. Then, he grabbed the waist of the hospital pants and pulled them down to his thighs.
"Is this okay?" Wang Di asked softly.
"You haven't taken off the underwear," I replied helplessly.
Wang Di fell silent, his hands flustered as they moved to my waist. He grabbed the waistband of the underwear from both sides and slowly pulled it down.
"Is this okay?" Wang Di asked again in a low voice.
Chapter 57: Discharge
Wang Di asked once more. I glanced down and saw that the loose hospital gown hung straight down to my thighs, completely covering my dick.
Feeling exasperated, I had to speak up again, "The gown is too long; it's covering everything."
Understanding my meaning, Wang Di grabbed the hospital gown from my lower abdomen and lifted it up.
I glanced down again. My dick hung limply, and without even thinking, I knew that from this angle, I would definitely end up peeing on my pants.
"Wh-what's wrong?" Wang Di asked softly, hearing no movement for a while.
"Um... the angle isn't right. Could you... could you help me... hold it?" I was so embarrassed I could barely form the words, stumbling over them for a long time.
"This... this... isn't there... isn't there another way?" Wang Di stammered.
"No, there isn't. Just think of it as playing with a water gun. I really can't hold it in any longer," I said, having reached my limit.
Wang Di didn't respond for a long time. Just as I was about to give up, a trembling little hand finally made its way to my waist.
The air was so quiet I could hear Wang Di's rapid breathing. I watched as that pale, delicate hand slowly approached my dick.
Finally, Wang Di touched my limp dick. His hand trembled slightly, but he managed to hold it up.
"Is this okay?" Wang Di's voice was now barely audible.
"It's off to the side. A little to the left. Yes, a bit higher. Okay, okay, that's good," I directed Wang Di to position my dick toward the toilet. Without hesitation, I released the floodgates. The long-accumulated torrent rushed out in a powerful stream, and the overwhelming relief made me let out a long sigh.
"Don't shake, you're splashing outside," I said quickly, as Wang Di's trembling hand caused my dick to shake along with it. His hand gradually steadied.
Since I had been holding it in for so long, this urination was especially long, lasting a full twenty seconds before it was completely finished.
"Are you done?" Wang Di asked softly.
"Yes, could you help me pull up my pants?" I said.
Wang Di immediately let go of my dick and, fumbling, helped me pull up my underwear and hospital pants. He then fastened the elastic waistband of the hospital pants before turning to press the toilet flush button. Carefully, he helped me walk out.
"Manager Wang, you should be used to seeing men's... things. Why are you so nervous? You made me nervous too," I couldn't help but say.
Wang Di's face turned as red as a monkey's bottom, and he replied in a barely audible voice, "It's been over eight years since I've touched a man."
"No way?" I exclaimed in surprise.
No wonder Wang Di was so fussy. If you took any normal person and made them abstain for eight years, they'd probably end up the same way.
Wang Di didn't say another word, his face still bright red as he helped me lie down on the bed. He sat by the bedside, his eyes darting around the room, deliberately avoiding mine.
I was utterly embarrassed too, but when nature calls, you either face the embarrassment or suffer the consequences—there was no other choice.
Neither of us dared to speak again, and the silence in the room was thick with awkwardness.
About ten minutes later, my wife finally returned, and even then, Wang Di's face still carried a faint blush.
As soon as my wife stepped in, Wang Di hastily stood up to say goodbye and practically fled the ward.
My wife looked at me, puzzled, and I quickly explained, "Manager Wang has to get to work. She's running out of time."
My wife didn't suspect anything and immediately brought over the chicken soup she had prepared, feeding me spoonful by spoonful with a tenderness I'd rarely seen.
I stayed in the hospital for five days, confined to the bed the entire time. With broken ribs, I couldn't use my chest muscles at all. Without someone's help, I couldn't even sit up, let alone get out of bed.
No matter how much I pleaded, my wife refused to help me outside for a walk. The doctor had instructed that unless absolutely necessary, I should avoid moving as much as possible.
During those days, Li Ke would occasionally drop by to chat with my wife. Liu Wei and his wife also visited once, and my mother-in-law came by too, bringing some skincare products for my wife.
For my mother-in-law, this was already a significant gesture—a roundabout way of making amends. But my wife's anger hadn't subsided. She sat by the bed in silence the whole time, and my mother-in-law, after exchanging a few words with me, left without pressing further.
"Nannan, your mom is apologizing. Why are you still holding a grudge?" I tried to reason with her, feeling helpless.
"Stay out of it," was all she said in response.
My wife's fallout with my mother-in-law over me put me in an awkward position, caught between both sides with no easy way to mediate. I could only swallow my words and keep quiet.
Over the days, I noticed something unusual about my wife. Whenever she had free time, she'd sit aside, clutching her phone as if chatting with someone, often covering her mouth to stifle laughter.
After repeated questioning, I found out she was chatting with Liu Wei.
"When did you two exchange WeChat?" I felt a pang of jealousy, my heart souring instantly.
"It was... that day, after the first swap, when you and his wife hadn't come out yet. Liu Ge and I were waiting in the living room, and we added each other. I thought since things had already gone that far, exchanging WeChat wasn't a big deal, so... we did," she explained nervously.
"Chatting all day long—you two seem to be having a great time," I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Don't overthink it, honey. Liu Ge was just asking how you're recovering," she hurriedly clarified.
"Asking about my recovery made you laugh like that?" I retorted, unable to hide my irritation.
She fell silent after that, but it was clear she toned it down. She no longer chatted with Liu Wei incessantly, only occasionally picking up her phone to reply to a message before quickly putting it down and glancing at me guiltily.
I couldn't help but chuckle at her behavior. In the end, I closed my eyes and decided not to dwell on it. My wife was staying with me in the hospital every day, which was both exhausting and monotonous. If Liu Wei could keep her company and lift her spirits, it wasn't entirely a bad thing—even if it made me green with envy.
Unable to get up, I spent my days lying in bed. My wife strictly followed the doctor's orders and would only help me up when I needed to use the bathroom. With the slow healing of the injury on my hand, I couldn't even use my phone. Lying there with nothing to do made me feel like I was just waiting to die.
I was admitted to the hospital on Sunday night and stayed until Friday afternoon. By then, I couldn't bear it any longer and insisted on being discharged. At first, my wife firmly refused, but she couldn't withstand my persistent pleading. After carefully consulting the doctor, she finally agreed to let me go home.
My rib injury made it impossible for me to get up on my own, but as long as someone helped me to my feet, I could walk with support. So, my wife didn't call for any assistance and managed to help me into the car by herself before driving us home.
The moment I stepped into the house, my mood instantly lifted. Even though my wife immediately ordered me to lie down on the bed as soon as we entered, it still felt much more comfortable than being in the hospital.
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