She looked ahead and explained, "Don’t take it to heart. She might have hit her head when she fell. I’ll take her for a check-up in a bit."
Ye Shengnan watched Jiang Yao’s feigned composure and nodded with a smile, "Okay."
The phone rang; it was Xiao Cao, Ye Shengnan’s assistant.
He answered and hung up after a couple of responses.
Before he could say anything, Jiang Yao hurriedly ushered him out: "Brother Ye, if you’ve got sothing to do, you should go ahead. I already feel terrible for holding you up this long."
Ye Shengnan gestured towards the door, "Then will you see out?"
After escorting Ye Shengnan out, Xiao Chu lightly patted Wen Qiao under the blanket: "Just keep up the act, Qiao. If Sister Yao decides to deal with you, I’m not getting involved."
Wen Qiao nibbled on a crunchy peach and mumbled, "Well, I’m just trying to repay Senior Ye for taking to the hospital, right? My suggestion is pretty good, after all. They’re both mature enough. It’s ti they thought about the big things in life."
"That still depends on whether they’re willing or not. Aren’t you just randomly matchmaking?"
"How do you know they’re not interested?"
Peach juice dribbled onto her hand. Wen Qiao stretched her arm to grab the tissue from the table.
"Hey, don’t move." Xiao Chu pressed her back on the bed and handed her a tissue.
Wen Qiao wiped her hands and continued, "If Ye Shengnan had no interest in Sister Yao at all, would he fuss over like this? It’s all for Jiang Yao’s sake. Didn’t you hear what happened? After he called 120, he said, ’Then I’ll just tell Jiang Yao.’ He was looking for an excuse to talk to Jiang Yao."
Wen Qiao took another bite of peach, a glint of shrewdness in her eyes, as she reached her final conclusion: "He’s trying to infiltrate the enemy through and then annihilate them in one fell swoop."
Xiao Chu glanced at the door to the hospital room.
".....That’s quite the strategy."
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Two hours had passed since Fu Jinghen erged from Hang City Airport and rushed to the hospital.
The door to the hospital room was closed. He quietly turned the doorknob, and the voices inside imdiately spilled out through the crack—
"Song Qian, co quick, I’m gonna die, ahhh!"
"Lin Ruochun, how did you die again? Stop playing, how long have you been resting? Why hasn’t Director Zhang called you yet?"
"What’s Cheng Yaojin doing, sleepwalking?"
"F**k, I’m so pissed off."
"......"
Wen Qiao caught a glimpse of sothing suddenly entering her field of vision. She took a break from the ga to glance up and burst into a smile upon seeing Fu Jinghen: "You’re here?"
"Mhm."
Wen Qiao kept her hands moving in the ga and looked at what he was holding: "Where are my soup dumplings? And the cake? Don’t tell you forgot."
"I didn’t forget." Fu Jinghen sat down beside the sickbed: "Feng Li went to buy them."
"Okay then." Wen Qiao turned her gaze back to her ga: "Just sit tight. I’ll be done with this round in about fifteen minutes."
"Mhm."
"Lin Ruochun, are you trying to make mad, seriously? Could you please just put down the phone and go do sothing else? If you keep this up, you’re going to ruin our—"
Before she could finish her sentence, Wen Qiao felt a warmth on her cheek.
The man’s hand was caressing her face, both light and ticklish.
She paused, her health bar, which was already low, suddenly depleted, and the colorful screen instantly turned black and white.
Wen Qiao looked at Fu Jinghen, indignantly asking, "Why’d you sneak attack ? I’m dead now."
With that, she handed her phone over to him.
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