Falling Dreams, Rising Hopes: Saving Mr. Boyfriend

The two people walked silently till Yu Tian's room. Mei Qingyang was finding it difficult to even initiate the conversation. It was almost 10 p.m. now and there was no one in any of the hallways. She was making sure no one noticed the two of them, so she would stop and hide with the guy if she would suddenly encounter anyone.

Yu Tian was not in a state to think anymore. He was just a walking zombie, acting like a dog who was following his owner wherever she would take him. Slowly and carefully, they finally reached Yu Tian's room. She looked at him, and without a word, the guy punched in the pass code for the room.

Mei Qingyang opened the door only to find a dark room. She realized Yu Bufan was not there. She kept it open for Yu Tian to enter. Once inside, she slammed the door and supported Yu Tian to the couch.

"Ugh," he recoiled with pain as soon as he sat down, wrenching Mei Qingyang's heart. She removed his shoes meticulously, making sure to not touch his skin. He had come back from a huge incident and he would probably hate even her touch for now.

Sitting on the couch Yu Tian covered his eyes with his arm, wanting to forget wherever he was. He was exhausted, he just wanted to coil himself and sleep.

"Senior Yu," Mei Qingyang softly called. Yu Tian removed his hand and looked down, his eyes still listless. Mei Qingyang was sitting on her knees, her eyes full of affection. There was not even a trace of disgust on her face. Had she not left him earlier because it was too much to take in?

"You need to take a bath okay? I will prepare one for you, just wait here, okay?" Mei Qingyang was struggling to keep herself calm. She was so enraged, especially since Yu Tian looked like he had just accepted everything as it is. She wanted to hug him and ask him to let it all out. But how could she? She wanted to cry, scream, break things on his behalf. That cruel witch! She deserved death!

She got up from the floor and was about to turn when she felt a tug at her shirt from behind. When she looked at the back, she realized Yu Tian had grabbed the end of her shirt. She gazed at him, waiting for his explanation. She had to work patiently here, he was unstable.

It took some time for him to even raise his head but he stared at her and shook his head. He did not want her to leave, even for a moment. He was afraid that she would leave him, this time for good, because she had really seen his weak side. He was supposed to be the male protagonist of a romance novel, how did he turn into a pathetic weak human being?

Mei Qingyang grabbed his hand which was holding her shirt's hand, instantly getting her hand slapped away. The sudden touch did startle Yu Tian and he could not control his reaction. Then his eyes looked at her red hand, his expression turning painful, like he had committed some crime. It was an involuntary reaction, he did not mean it. His regretful eyes met Mei Qingyang's who was not a least bit offended.

"Okay, how about I get a bucket of warm water? We do need to wipe down your wounds," she again spoke very gently, bringing comfort to Yu Tian. She was not upset.

"I… I am sorry," he finally uttered a few words for the first time since she had found him in that corner.

"I will be back in one minute, okay?" She did not directly respond to his apology. She needed to drill into his head that it was just natural reaction at that moment.

"Here, drink this," she handed the glass of water to him and sat down by his side. She wished she could c.a.r.e.s.s his head but given how extreme his reaction was earlier, he probably still did not want anything to touch him.

Yu Tian took the water and gulped it down, invigorating his dehydrated body. He was now feeling much better, especially since he had company of his special person. He did wish that it was under different circ.u.mstances though.

"Senior Yu, do I have permission?" Mei Qingyang looked at his half-buttoned shirt full of red stains. She needed to take his shirt off to disinfect the injuries. Yu Tian tried unbuttoning his shirt himself but his quivering hands failed him. In the end, he gave up and let Mei Qingyang take care of it.

She drenched a small towel and started wiping his perfectly built body. The marks were not only from a whip, there were nail scratches all over. She could spot a few bite marks and hickeys too. What kind of treatment was this? 

She took extra care to not touch him directly. But whenever it did happen, he would wince. He was trying to endure so much that Mei Qingyang was feeling scared for him. When she asked him to sit sideways so that she could work on his back, he refused.

"Senior Yu, please let me. If any of the wounds fester, it will be much painful," she pitifully tried to convince him. She had already seen almost everything, why was he shying away now? Yu Tian hesitated for a bit and ultimately, did move his a.s.s.

Mei Qingyang gasped as soon as she looked at it. Apart from the wounds she had encountered earlier, there were quite a few burn marks there.

"Did…," she gulped her saliva before asking the question, "Are these from a hot rod or something?"

Yu Tian did not say anything and just sat there. His silence confirmed her suspicions. Oh my God!

She… she burned him? It felt like the marks were in letters. What did it say? 'Rong'? What the f*ck? She sealed her name on his body, like this?

Mei Qingyang threw away the towel in her hand in extreme frustration. What kind of woman, no human being was that witch? She had run out of curse words in her mind for that Yu Rong.

Yu Tian glanced over his shoulder seeing that she had not started with the wiping yet. She was mad, definitely mad. He saw the towel on the floor which was now sullied under her foot. He actually had no idea that the marks that had formed on his back were his aunt's name. How shameful!

Mei Qingyang got another towel and started wiping his back, cautious to not touch the burn marks. She then got a few ice cubes from the fridge and made an ice pack to subdue the hot places.

It was a whole night ordeal. And much of their time was spent in silence, except the occasional groan from Yu Tian when she touched some part on his body which would hurt.

"Won't you ask me any questions?" after a long while, Mei Qingyang was finally done with his upper body. She had just sat down to take some rest and then she would start with his legs.

Yu Tian had suddenly looked into her eyes, just to get a hint of what she was thinking. He was slowly getting into his strong personality mode, and Mei Qingyang could sense this change already. She needed to get to the bottom of why he would become so meek and resigned in front of his aunt. What was she holding against him?

"I have a clear picture of what is happening here. I would be lying if I say I am not curious. But as I have told you previously, I will wait for you to open up. I don't know, me now knowing your exact situation would help you more. I do hope it does!" She sighed. For her, he was still a hero, he was fighting a brutal war against his own family. And she wanted to be by his side.

"Will you leave me now that you know of my secret?"

So, this was what was on his mind the whole time?

"You should understand one thing here senior Yu, it was not your fault. There is no way my feelings will change for you after this. You are mine and will always be."

By the time she looked up to see how he would react on her shameless words, she had been pulled into a giant embrace.

"Thank you, Qing Qing, your support all these months has been very helpful in enduring my pain. There is nothing that I look forward to in the day other than meeting you. You have brought colors to my otherwise monochromatic dull life. And I have no idea how to repay you," he said such heartfelt words with a trembling choked up voice that Mei Qingyang could not help but hug him back. She silently patted his shoulders, comforting him as much as she could. Her eyes and heart, both softened.

So this was her answer! He knew he should have trusted her, he was silly in thinking otherwise. He probably would die because of heart ache if they had that kind of fight again. A big grin formed on his face realizing that she had still accepted his broken heart, soul and body.