Yi Hansheng sighed lightly. “Son, liking her will be very difficult. You need to think it through.”
Yici was momentarily stunned. “What do you mean by ‘very difficult’?”
“You might lose to others competing for her, or maybe she doesn’t like you at all.”
The young man frowned, briefly conflicted.
But he quickly shrugged it off, spreading his hands. “It’s fine. She’s so outstanding; of course, a lot of people will chase after her. But I can’t back off just because of that, right? That would be so lame. Whether it works or not, I have to try first. Who knows—what if I really am the chosen one, the one and only? Heh heh…”
Yi Hansheng was momentarily taken aback.
After a long pause, he muttered, “…That’s some thick skin you’ve got.”
Still, it’s better than his own.
For the first time, Yi Hansheng thought his foolish son might not be so foolish after all.
“Ahem! You can pursue her, but be respectful, alright? Don’t do anything reckless and annoy her. Do you understand boundaries?”
Yici gave his father a disdainful side-eye, his expression saying, Do you even need to remind me?
“…” This brat!
Meanwhile, Jiang Fuyue’s taxi arrived at the city hospital. She paid the fare and headed straight for Zhong Ziang’s hospital room.
“Old Uncle, do you think I look cooler with my legs crossed or lying flat?”
The man lifted his eyes lazily, his tone indifferent. “I think you look best when you keep your mouth shut.”
Zhong Ziang: “…” Disliked again.
Silence lasted for less than thirty seconds. Resting his hands behind his head, Zhong Ziang began musing again, “Weekends are the best. No homework to do.”
Xie Dingyuan didn’t respond.
Zhong Ziang wasn’t upset; he just wanted someone to talk to.
Even if Xie Dingyuan didn’t reply, he could chatter to the air. “You didn’t tell my mom, right? Or Grandma. She can’t know either, or she’ll definitely fly over to see me. At her age, it’s not worth the hassle.”
“By the way, Old Uncle, isn’t your lab busy? You seem pretty free lately…”
Xie Dingyuan frowned. “You keep talking. Aren’t you tired?”
“Now that you mention it, a little. Can you pour me a glass of water?”
Xie Dingyuan: “…”
As he poured water and handed it to Zhong Ziang, a knock sounded at the door. Two seconds later, the door opened, and Jiang Fuyue walked in carrying a bouquet of sunflowers.
Xie Dingyuan froze.
Zhong Ziang was also stunned but quickly recovered, his face lighting up with surprise. “What are you doing here?!”
“Not welcome?” she asked with a smile.
“Welcome, welcome! You’re more than welcome. Sit, sit, sit! Want some water? I’ll get my Old uncle to pour it for you!”
Xie Dingyuan: “?” Using me as a servant?!
Jiang Fuyue waved her hand. “No need to trouble him. I’m not thirsty.”
That said, there was no need for Zhong Ziang to speak. Xie Dingyuan had already poured a glass of warm water in a clean cup and handed it to Jiang Fuyue.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he replied, his voice calm and measured.
Jiang Fuyue held the cup and walked to the bedside. “I came to bring you something.”
“Huh? What is it?”
She set the cup down and took a small square box out of her bag.
“What’s this?” Zhong Ziang asked as he opened it.
Before Jiang Fuyue could answer, he saw what was inside. “Cake?”
“Mm. It’s Yici’s birthday, so I brought you a piece.”
“You came from his place?”
Jiang Fuyue nodded.
“I’m not eating it,” Zhong Ziang said with a pout. “It’s not like he invited me!”
Jiang Fuyue thought he was serious. Glancing at Xie Dingyuan out of the corner of her eye, she pondered for a moment before asking, “Professor Xie, would you like it? It’s pretty good.”
Zhong Ziang was dumbfounded.
Wasn’t it meant for him?!
How did it suddenly get offered to his uncle?!
But what happened next left him even more stunned—
