MWMM Chapter 91: Back Again?!

After hanging up the phone, Yan Yuzhou instinctively glanced down at his stomach. Seeing it still flat brought him a sense of relief. Although he had already come to terms with being an omega in this world, the idea of having a child was still something he couldn’t quite accept.

They say childbirth is excruciatingly painful.

Yan Yuzhou shuddered at the thought and forced himself to stop imagining the details. Silently, he went to the storage room and took out the stash of condoms he had packed away long ago.

Then, puffing up with resolve, he told himself: starting tonight, protection is a must.

That night, when Shen Ci came home and entered the bedroom, his eyes fell on the pile of “little items” neatly arranged on the nightstand. Then he looked at the little rose’s taut expression and couldn’t help but find it all amusing.

“What, don’t want to have a baby with me?” Shen Ci teased.

“I’m still in school, I don’t have time,” Yan Yuzhou snapped back, glaring at him.

“I was just messing with you on the phone. Funny thing is, I don’t want you having a baby so early either. Once there’s a kid, you’ll definitely start ignoring me,” Shen Ci said as he wrapped his arms around him from behind and buried his nose in the crook of Yan Yuzhou’s neck, letting out a satisfied chuckle.

Blushing, Yan Yuzhou muttered softly, “I wouldn’t.”

Later that night, after a storm of passion, Yan Yuzhou lay limp in Shen Ci’s arms, his mind wandering: maybe having a child wouldn’t be so bad after all—it might at least divert some of Shen Ci’s attention. Otherwise, with this happening every night, his body just couldn’t take it.

He’d probably struggle to get up tomorrow morning again… and might even be late for class.

With this faint trace of grievance, Yan Yuzhou slowly drifted into unconsciousness.

The next morning, when Yan Yuzhou opened his eyes, it took him a long while to come to.

Staring up at the plain white ceiling and the simple energy-saving pendant lamp, he was momentarily dazed. Where… was he?

As he moved slightly, a wave of weakness and soreness surged through his body, starting from his arms and radiating outward. Yan Yuzhou was quietly shocked and scanned the room with his eyes.

White bedsheets and quilt, a teacup and kettle on the bedside table, and the cross on the door—all these details made it unmistakably clear: this wasn’t his and Shen Ci’s home. This was—a hospital.

Could it be that Shen Ci had gone at him too hard last night, causing him to pass out from exhaustion, then spiked a fever in the middle of the night and was rushed here?

His mind quickly pieced together a dramatic scenario, and Yan Yuzhou gave a soft cough—only to realize there was a respirator strapped over his nose.

Suspiciously, he removed the respirator and struggled to sit up. Shen Ci had to be a demon, right? His whole body felt like it had been taken apart and put back together wrong.

Where was Shen Ci? And more importantly, why was this room so different? Unlike the private luxury hospital suites they were used to, this was just an ordinary hospital room. It didn’t at all match Shen Ci’s doting, pampering style.

Suddenly, with a creak, the door to the room opened from the outside. Yan Yuzhou’s eyes lit up, and he grinned.

“Shen—”

But the word was cut off abruptly. The rest of his greeting got stuck in his throat. The person who walked in made him freeze on the spot.

Even when the figure stood there for a moment, then rushed over and threw herself into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably, Yan Yuzhou still sat there in a daze.

“Wuwuwu, Yan Xiaohua, you’re finally awake! I thought you were gonna lie in that hospital bed forever!” The woman clung to him, bawling loudly, as if shaking the heavens and earth.

Being hugged like this, Yan Yuzhou’s mind went completely blank. After living with Shen Ci and enjoying a life of comfort for so long, he had let himself forget—without anyone constantly reminding him—that he didn’t belong in that world.

Looking at the woman crying her heart out in his arms, Yan Yuzhou felt like he’d been struck by lightning. He was stunned, unable to recover for a long moment.

“Lin Xiaoguo,” he said after she’d finally cried herself out. His lips were pale, his expression bleak. “Why am I in a hospital?”

Yes, the girl who had just been bawling in his arms was none other than Lin Xiaoguo, the original author of that melodramatic ABO novel Mr. Indifferent Marked Me—and also his childhood best friend.

And that very novel, Mr. Indifferent Marked Me, was the one she had written using Yan Yuzhou’s name and personality as the template for the protagonist. It was the world he had been trapped in all this time.

“Wuwuwu, Yan Xiaohua, you’ve been in a coma here for over two months! What the hell happened at your flower shop on Valentine’s Day that made you come home and just collapse into a coma like that? If I didn’t have a key to your place, you’d have been dead and rotting in there for half a month before anyone found out…” Lin Xiaoguo cried as she buried her face back into his shoulder again, sobbing even harder.

Her words made Yan Yuzhou’s heart jolt. He looked around the hospital room once more, then abruptly sat up and turned his gaze out the window.

When all he could see were the familiar scenes of the real world he remembered—his heart turned ice cold in an instant.

He… came back again?!

That realization sent a surge of anxiety and panic through Yan Yuzhou. Instinctively, he raised a hand to the back of his neck. When his fingers brushed against smooth, unmarked skin, his face instantly turned deathly pale.

His gland—it was gone.

“Yan Xiaohua, what’s wrong? Don’t tell me lying in bed for two months gave you amnesia or something? What’s with that expression?” Lin Xiaoguo asked with concern written all over her face.

Frowning deeply, his eyes dull and ashen, Yan Yuzhou stayed silent for a long time before slowly shaking his head. “Xiaoguo… would you believe me if I said I’ve spent this whole time inside your book?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, a heavy silence fell over the hospital room. Yan Yuzhou looked at Lin Xiaoguo, who was staring at him without a word. Her gaze had that awkward, assessing look people give someone they suspect might be mentally unstable. He gave a bitter, self-deprecating smile. “I know—it sounds completely ridiculous.”

To his surprise, Lin Xiaoguo suddenly spoke up.

“So I was right after all.”

“…What?” Yan Yuzhou’s heart skipped a beat. His eyes lit up with a flicker of hope as he looked at her in disbelief. “You guessed that?”

Lin Xiaoguo nodded fiercely and immediately scooted close to sit beside him.

“You fell into a coma in such a bizarre way—even the doctors couldn’t figure out what was wrong. You just wouldn’t wake up. I’ve been staying at the hospital to take care of you. I didn’t even have time to update the novel anymore. But then, out of nowhere, I started getting a flood of comments. I thought it was weird and checked the story, only to find that the book had been updating on its own.

“At first I thought someone had hacked my account, so I changed the password a few times, but it didn’t help. Then I noticed—the protagonist in those new chapters was exactly like you. That’s when it hit me… maybe you really had entered the world of the book I wrote.”

As she finished, Lin Xiaoguo’s eyes turned red again. She threw her arms around Yan Yuzhou and sobbed.

“Wuwuwu, Yan Xiaohua, it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have used you as a character prototype just because you’re good-looking. You suffered so much in that world because of me. I know you’re a straight guy, and being stuck with that bastard Shen Ci for so long, doing that stuff—ugh, it must’ve been hell. I swear I’ll never do anything like that again. I’m just so glad you’re back. I’ve been taking care of your flower shop this whole time. Business is okay, and—”

“Hold on,” Yan Yuzhou twitched at the corner of his mouth, a look of confusion surfacing in his eyes. “I’ve got a question. Why did I come back at all?”

Lin Xiaoguo wiped her eyes and finally managed a smile. “Because yours truly is a genius, of course. I made it up to you—I wrote that you fell into a coma in the book. Once the you over there was unconscious, the you here woke up.”

As she spoke, she even gave Yan Yuzhou a playful wink, clearly expecting praise for her cleverness. Instead, all she got was a pair of utterly despairing eyes rolled her way.

“Sister,” Yan Yuzhou let out a long sigh, swallowing his rising panic and desperation as he looked her dead in the eye and enunciated every word:

“Do me a favor—can you please write me back in?”

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Author’s Note:
Don’t panic, it’s just a small hiccup~~~ No worries, head pats all around~

T/N: Lin Xiaoguo, we don’t appreciate this good deed at all ah!