MGASC -Chapter 100 The Big Rough Guy Turns Rogue

Lin Tianyue: “I already told you, it’s nothing serious. This doctor just likes to exaggerate. If we delay at the hospital, it’ll be a few more days wasted.”

Zhang Qiao shot him a sharp look, her little face serious as she lectured him: “Lin Tianyue, you’re still being stubborn! Don’t you know you’ve gotten infected?”

Lin Tianyue pursed his lips and stayed silent.

“And another thing—what do you mean by ‘it’s nothing, don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt’? Lin Tianyue, nobody would believe that! Does it really not hurt? I think you’re just used to ignoring yourself.”

Lin Tianyue: “……”

“Even though we’re not officially married, after all this time… we can at least consider each other friends or family, right? If you’re uncomfortable, you should tell me sooner. You endure everything silently… are you some kind of human turtle? Do you think silently suffering makes you noble and touching?”

“I, I just…”

“Shut up!” Zhang Qiao cut him off fiercely. “I’ve wanted to talk to you about this for a long time. Don’t just give endlessly. Giving only matters if it can be returned in equal value. Even if it can’t, at least let people know what you’re doing, what grievances you’ve suffered, how much you’ve endured. Only if you speak up will others understand, empathize with you. The squeaky wheel gets the grease. If you don’t say anything, how will anyone know what you’ve been silently doing? Even if it hurts a lot, you pretend it doesn’t. But Lin Tianyue, does it really not hurt? A person must first learn to love and cherish themselves before they can be loved by others, understand?”

This time, Zhang Qiao was truly angry. She wanted to correct the big rough guy’s “giving personality.”

He suffered for her, and of course she was moved—but this was also an invisible psychological burden. Especially since he said nothing and endured all that anxiety alone.

People must love and value themselves. This isn’t selfish—it’s self-respect.

If he doesn’t even treat his own body and feelings seriously, how could anyone else put him on a pedestal?

Silent giving moves only yourself.

The conscientious may feel uneasy, while the unconscientious will simply see it as expected.

Lin Tianyue’s emotions surged. His first reaction: he was being scolded!

By his wife!

But in all his life, it was the first time someone told him he should love and value himself.

Even as a full-grown man of seven feet, he inexplicably felt his eyes swell and his nose sting.

“Lin Tianyue, did you get that?”

Zhang Qiao felt her tone had been a bit harsh. Watching him closely, she worried that the big rough guy might blow up and scold her back, so she softened her tone and sat down on the stool across from him.

“I’m not blaming you. I just feel… you make me very stressed. It’s as if I’m some villain, deliberately picking on you—even when you’re sick, I still make you do things.”

Zhang Qiao casually picked up an orange to peel. She did it carefully, stripping every bit of the white fibers cleanly. She ate a segment herself, then noticed Lin Tianyue staring at her blankly.

Startled, she stuffed the rest of the orange into his hand. “Here. In the future, what we have, you’ll have too. Because we’re family. Family means caring for each other, respecting each other, loving each other… Hey, what are you—”

Before she could finish, her long neck was hooked by him, and his heated lips suddenly pressed against hers…

Whoa! Zhang Qiao’s eyes widened. Weren’t they just talking? Why did he kiss her?

He really got the big rough guy angry!

But there’s no need to be so crude… and this is in a hospital!

Zhang Qiao struggled against him, the orange in her hand crushed into juice.

Sweet juice dripped between her fingers, yet he didn’t let go. Instead, his kiss became even hotter, more forceful.

It wasn’t until Zhang Qiao could barely breathe, her lips tingling and numb, her tongue even aching, and a breeze slowly pushed open the hospital door, that he finally released her.

“Lin Tianyue! What are you doing? This is a hospital! Can you not be so arrogant?”

Zhang Qiao tried to push him away, but he still held her wrist tightly.

His dark, intense eyes simmered with a dangerous, consuming energy.

Seeing her flustered, he smirked faintly.

“Let go! The nurse will come soon.”

“Afraid of what? Let her come!”

“Who’s afraid?”

She just cared about appearances! Can’t she have that?

Besides, hasn’t the world opened up a bit? She remembered that back in the day, young couples could get charged for kissing.

Lin Tianyue pulled her wrist closer to his lips, biting into the orange she nearly crushed.

His hot lips touched her fingers, and Zhang Qiao recoiled.

Then he mischievously asked, “Zhang Qiao, you said our relationship is at most friends—would you kiss a good friend?”

“What?”

Lin Tianyue grinned wickedly, moving closer, nibbling her earlobe: “We haven’t just kissed—we’ve even slept together.”

Zhang Qiao’s scalp tingled. Whoa, how did he suddenly get so shameless!

He still held her wrist: “So… what do you think our relationship really is?”

Zhang Qiao blushed furiously, wanting to push away his wicked face and slap his big hand away.

Could she even answer that?

“I remember… the first time, you were the one who initiated. Now you’re pretending to be innocent?”

“Lin Tianyue, stop it!”

What a bad man. What the original version did is none of her business.

But Lin Tianyue’s mischievous hand rested on her belly: “Look, here’s our little one. How can we pretend to be innocent?”

Whoa, pervert!

Zhang Qiao realized this guy was shameless. She only said they could now be considered friends or family, and he dredged up all the old business?

Such a petty man!

Lin Tianyue chuckled lightly, finally releasing her. His gaze was distant, but the smile on his lips was unusually relaxed and happy.

Actually, he still had one thing left unsaid: his story with Zhang Qiao wasn’t over—they would never be done in this lifetime.

Zhang Qiao continued muttering: “Lin Tianyue, I find you really unreasonable.”

“Really?”

“We agreed, just for a year, you don’t—”

Zhang Qiao’s hand was suddenly grabbed again. Her heart skipped. He sat up, one long leg on the bed edge: “Don’t what?”

Lin Tianyue, calm as ever, pulled out a small purple handkerchief from his pocket.

It was Zhang Qiao’s, though she didn’t know when he had put it in his pocket.

Still holding her hand, he leaned down, and like yesterday when she wiped his hand, carefully wiped the leftover orange juice from her fingers, one by one.

Zhang Qiao’s chest felt stuffed with cotton. What was he doing? Afraid she’d divorce him? Using the “handsome man strategy,” the “martyr strategy,” or the “clingy strategy”?