Mr. Shen, your love-struck wife doesn't want you anymore!

Jiang Yu noticed his expression was off and asked him what was wrong.

Chen Junhai said, "Didn't you know he doesn't eat chicken? Especially chicken stew with mushrooms."

Jiang Yu glanced at Shen Chengyan.

Shen Chengyan sat there with a frown, his eyes seeming somewhat displeased.

Chen Junhai rolled his eyes: "Okay, okay, I talked too much again."

Jiang Yu had been a housewife for several years and knew that Shen Chengyan didn't really like chicken, but whenever she cooked it, he would always eat a little.

The last time the two of them argued, he said that his least favorite dish was chicken stew with mushrooms. Jiang Yu was quite surprised at the time because he had been cooking it for him for five years and had never shown any disgust.

As for why he disliked him, he never said.

Jiang Yu didn't understand before, but now she probably does.

She remembered what Song Yanjie had said: Shen Chengyan had picked up a kitten, and Song Yanjie had fed the kitten to his pet snake, making Shen Chengyan watch it happen.

She had no idea how much of a blow this was to Shen Chengyan when he was a child.

All she knew was that she felt nauseous and vomited when she heard it.

Therefore, Jiang Yu now reasonably suspects that Shen Chengyan's refusal to play PUBG is largely related to Song Yanjie.

"Could it be that you once raised chicks as pets, only to have them killed by Song Yanjie, leaving you with a psychological trauma?" Jiang Yu guessed.

Before Shen Chengyan could speak, Chen Junhai couldn't help but mutter, "Although Song Yanjie is a complete pervert, this matter has more to do with your biological mother."

Jiang Yu: "..."

"Your biological mother bought a lot of chicks back then. Shen Chengyan was only seven or eight years old, right? She took your husband to play with these chicks every day and even gave them names. Once the child and the chicks had developed a deep bond, she would just stew the chicks and then serve them to the child, saying, 'This is so-and-so, and this is so-and-so.'"

As Chen Junhai said this, he shuddered. "Damn it, just imagining that scene makes me want to break down."

Jiang Yu fell silent.

Seeing that her expression wasn't good, Shen Chengyan grabbed the fruit beside him and threw it at Chen Junhai: "Go eat your food."

Chen Junhai shrugged, went over to the sofa to play on his phone, and ate an apple.

Jiang Yu sat down beside the hospital bed, composed herself, and then looked at the man on the bed: "Is that the reason?"

Shen Chengyan was clearly still wondering why she had come to the hospital: "Didn't you leave?"

Jiang Yu rolled her eyes at him: "Can't I come again?"

Shen Chengyan stared intently at her: "Why did you come?"

Jiang Yu: "My legs are my own, I can come and go as I please, stop giving me this nonsense. I'm asking you, is it for the reason he mentioned?"

Shen Chengyan didn't want to discuss this issue, but he still frowned and hummed in agreement.

Jiang Yu bit her lip: "If you have psychological trauma, why don't you say so?"

After a long pause, Shen Chengyan finally spoke: "Thankfully, the trauma isn't as strong anymore."

"Bullshit, if it weren't big, would it be resisting like this?"

Shen Chengyan: "..."

Jiang Yu paused for a moment: "My aunt said my mom is a good cook, and chicken stew with mushrooms is her specialty."

It was indeed one of her specialties, and Song Yihong also enjoyed her home-cooked meals.

When Shen Chengyan, who was eight or nine years old, came home from school, Deng Wen would gently take the schoolbag off his shoulder, wipe his little hands and face, and ask him if he was hungry and if there was anything he wanted to eat.

If Shen Chengyan said what he wanted to eat, Deng Wen would look at him gently and refuse, saying with a smile, "No, you can't. I worked hard to make dinner. You have to eat whatever I made. Picky eaters aren't liked by adults, you know?"

When they got to the dinner table, Deng Wen would gently put food on his plate, smiling at him and saying, "These are the chicks you fed yourself, and you even named them. Try them! This is Little Yellow, and this is Little Red. They're only a few months old, and their meat is very tender and delicious."

The eight- or nine-year-old child had never seen anything like this before. He was so frightened that he screamed and threw the bowl he was holding away.

Sitting opposite him, Song Hongyi scolded his son in displeasure.

Deng Wen, this loving stepmother, always defended her own, saying it was all her fault. She didn't know that Shen Chengyan had such a deep affection for those little beasts.

Song Yanjie's older brother also showed great affection for his younger brother, constantly pleading on his behalf.

Only Shen Chengyan was the spoiled young master who would throw a tantrum and smash a bowl at the adults at the dinner table.

Deng Wen would patiently comfort him afterwards.

"Don't be angry with your father. He didn't mean to scold you. You can't throw a tantrum like this again, because no one likes a spoiled child."

There are many, many more such examples.

Under the psychological attacks and mental abuse from Deng Wen and Song Yanjie, he finally took a knife from the kitchen late at night when he was thirteen.

Even when he climbed onto the window, he was still affected by them, feeling that he didn't deserve to live in this world because no one liked him.

Jiang Yu's voice pulled Shen Chengyan back to reality, "Since you don't like this dish, then don't eat it anymore."

After saying that, she called Chen Junhai over: "Do you like eating chicken?"

Chen Junhai is not a picky eater; he even managed to gain weight in that awful place called England.

Jiang Yu shoved the lunchbox into his arms: "Not wasting food is a virtue, and you're lucky to get this chicken stew with mushrooms."

"You only gave me what I didn't want to eat, thank you."

"Fine, don't eat it then, give it back to me."

Chen Junhai: "Eat, eat, eat! What about the other dishes? Share some with me too."

Jiang Yu turned to look at Shen Chengyan: "The other two dishes were made for you. You can decide whether to share them with him or not."

Shen Chengyan protectively said, "We don't separate them."

Jiang Yu couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Chen Junhai: "..."

The door to the ward was suddenly pushed open with a bang.

Shen Zhaolin appeared at the door. He stared at the man on the hospital bed with his head wrapped in gauze for two seconds, then swaggered in.

He circled half of the hospital bed, clicking his tongue in disapproval: "Did your head get cracked open? You swindler, you've finally met your match. What kind of hero did this, hahaha?"

Jiang Yu was speechless.

Chen Junhai exclaimed, "Oh dear, isn't this the big idiot here?"

Shen Zhaolin was meeting Chen Junhai for the first time, and his eyes were filled with displeasure: "Who are you? Who are you calling an idiot?"

Jiang Yu said, "If you two want to argue, go outside and argue."

Chen Junhai: "I'm not going to argue with this idiot. If it weren't for his older brother, would he be living the life of a carefree rich kid?"

Shen Zhaolin laughed: "I'm a rich second generation? Go ask around in Jiangcheng, who in the rich second generation circle would admit that I'm a rich second generation? They all call me a poor wretch. It's all thanks to my good older brother who persuaded my dad not to give me money. I'm living worse than a working-class person."

Chen Junhai rolled his eyes dramatically: "You can't reason with this idiot."

Shen Zhaolin waved his hand dismissively and said magnanimously, "Forget it, I've suffered for so many years, I'm used to it."

He rolled his eyes around, walked to the other side of the hospital bed, sat down, and asked with concern, "Brother, does Mom know about your injury?"

Shen Chengyan pressed his temples speechlessly and said in a low voice, "Don't let anyone home know that I'm in the hospital."

Shen Zhaolin asked incredulously, "How did you know what I was thinking?"

Chen Junhai said to Jiang Yu, "See? I told you he was an idiot."

Shen Zhaolin gritted his teeth: "What business is it of yours, an outsider like you?"

Chen Junhai stood up: "You're right, you reminded me. You all have a good chat, I'm leaving as an outsider."

After saying that, he stuffed the untouched chicken stew with mushrooms into Jiang Yu's arms, patted his bottom, and left.