I spoke in an almost commanding tone, my attitude was very assertive, he wouldn't refuse, would he?

I remember when I was studying in London, I tried to coax him into buying me milk tea, but he refused.

If he doesn't want to go, then he doesn't want to go. I'll just kick him out without any mercy. I can't bring myself to please him right now.

Fu Yanshen, however, appeared flattered, his Adam's apple bobbing, his sharply defined face beaming with a smile.

"good."

He mumbled an agreement, his voice indistinct, and he seemed very moved.

It was as if I was doing him a favor by making him queue up to buy me milk tea.

Watching his hurried departure, I forced a smile.

Fortune changes like the wheel of fortune.

As soon as he left, I gathered all his belongings from the ward and hid them in the cabinet to prevent Makino and the others from finding them.

As a top celebrity, it's very inconvenient for Makino to appear in public, especially in places like hospitals, because if paparazzi take pictures of him, gossip will spread wildly.

I didn't want him to come, but he insisted, and even complained that I didn't tell him about his hospitalization right away.

Luo Luo and Song Sinan arrived first. Song Sinan was carrying flowers and a fruit basket, and a young girl in her early twenties was following behind them.

Her name is Su Yu.

She is Song Sinan's niece, only a few years younger than Luo Luo.

The young girl was stunningly beautiful, with long hair styled in a bun, a face as bright as the moon, and a bright red beauty mark at the corner of her eye, exuding both innocence and allure.

With a background in dance, she has a slender and graceful figure with elegant curves, especially her incredibly thin waist, which looks very supple.

She was raised by the Song family and had a reserved and elegant temperament, like a female version of Song Sinan, perfect and impeccable.

"Qiaoqiao! You almost fell off the cliff! What happened? Is it related to that guy surnamed Fu again?" Luoluo stared at my broken arm for a long time, her eyes red.

"Luo Luo, this time it's not related to him. I got injured while saving someone." She must have remembered that I "jumped off a building" and broke my leg during our divorce proceedings back then, so I comforted her.

Luo Luo: "This is really tough."

"Qiaoqiao, I'm sorry, I only got back to the capital this morning. Get well soon," Song Sinan said gently as he handed me the flowers.

I accepted it; it was a vintage-style milk tea-colored nude pink cappuccino rose, adorned with blue star flowers, the color scheme sophisticated and romantic.

"Thank you, Snan, for making you worry."

"Does it hurt a lot?" Song Sinan asked softly, his gaze fixed on my broken arm.

At that moment, I clearly felt a pair of eyes. Looking over, I saw Su Yu looking at Song Sinan. The little girl's hands were tightly gripping her handbag, her knuckles white.

On her fair swan neck was a small, faint red mark.

I snapped out of my daze, "Take painkillers, it won't hurt."

"Sister Qiao!"

Makino strode in, took off his black mask, and under his baseball cap, a pair of almond-shaped eyes stared at me, gradually turning red.

"Alright, no serious injury, just a broken bone, don't worry about it." I said this to Muye, and also to Luoluo and the others.

Mu Ye helped me greet Song Sinan and Luo Luo, poured them water, poured me a glass, and sat down on the edge of my bed.

"I heard you moved in yesterday. How did you spend your night?" he asked with concern.

As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes sparkled as she stared at me.

I felt guilty under his gaze. "There are caregivers at the hospital."

I understand that Mu Ye still harbors resentment about the time Fu Yanshen almost sent him to jail. The last time his finger was broken, it nearly drove him to the brink of collapse.

Makino hesitated for a moment, then nodded and went to the bathroom.

Half an hour has passed since Fu Yanshen went out to buy milk tea. At this time, he should have just arrived to queue up.

Luo Luo and I chatted idly while Song Sinan, wearing disposable gloves, patiently peeled the ugly tangerine, removing every last bit of the white pith. Then he...

The fruit platter was handed to me.

I felt bad eating alone, so I invited Su Yu to eat with me.

Su Yu lowered her head and shook it. "Thank you, Sister Qiao Qiao. I can't eat anything cold today. I'm going to the restroom."

She finished speaking slowly and deliberately, and then left the ward unhurriedly.

"Yu'er has grown into a beautiful young woman. Has she found a boyfriend yet?" I said casually, noticing that Song Sinan's gaze was fixed on the direction the girl had left.

"No way... I'm still single!" Luo Luo hugged her pillow, looking worried.

"What are you worried about? Si Nan is still single. I'm telling you, you two really need to hurry up! Your little niece Yu'er will be married by now!" I teased them with a laugh.

"Just take this picky and difficult guy, Boss!" Luo Luo took the opportunity to try and match me up with Song Sinan again.

I rolled my eyes at her and said nonchalantly, "I'm career-oriented now, I don't talk about love or marriage."

Song Sinan looked lost in thought and probably didn't hear it.

After Muye came out of the bathroom, I chatted with him about work arrangements. Seeing that Fu Yanshen would be back soon, I pretended to be about to get an IV drip and urged them to go back.

After seeing them off, Fu Yanshen still hadn't returned, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Ji Yan hasn't been heard from for so long; he must be drunk and asleep in a brothel again.

I sat down at the desk in the corner of the ward, turned on my computer, and adjusted my work schedule. It's been a hundred days since I had my injury, and this time I'll be missing a lot of work.

A little while later, Fu Yanshen returned, inserted a straw into the milk tea, and placed it next to me.

He also brought a nine-compartment tiramisu cake, with various flavors.

"Thank you," I said casually, without looking up, continuing to stare at the computer screen and typing with one hand on the keyboard.

Why aren't you drinking?

The space was silent for a moment. Fu Yanshen came to my side, stroked the top of my head, and asked in a gentle voice.

"I don't have time, and I don't want to drink."

I stopped liking milk tea a long time ago, and I rarely eat sweets anymore. Now I drink coffee more often.

I just made up an excuse to get him away earlier.

I continued typing, one word at a time, with one hand.

"Am I late? The line was so long, I waited in line for 40 minutes and was surrounded by a bunch of internet celebrities." He asked me cautiously, then explained.

I:"……"

Hearing him say that, I felt like I was being quite impolite, so I simply picked up the milk tea, took a small sip, and just went along with it.

Perhaps my reaction was too cold, because Fu Yanshen looked very disappointed and walked away silently.

"Has someone been here just now?"

He seemed to have noticed the roses and the fruit basket.

Me: "Luo Luo and the others came to see me."

"Sister Qiao!"

Makino's voice suddenly rang out, and I felt a jolt in my spine as I looked up.

Why is he back again? And he even bumped into Fu Yanshen!

The boy, wearing a baseball cap, a black hoodie, and jeans, walked in and was looking at Fu Yanshen.

"What's he doing here?" he asked me, raising an eyebrow.

I could clearly feel the sharp aura emanating from Fu Yanshen. "I'm here. Do I need to explain myself to you?"

He retorted coldly to Makino, his tone sarcastic and forceful.