Chapter 57 Chapter 57 I Can’t Like Yu Wan

At 10:30 the next day, Fu Zhiyao, who was driving to the hospital, received an email reminder.

While waiting for the green light, Fu Zhiyao clicked on the sender and saw that it was Yu Wan.

He never had to rush for important documents and meeting minutes; they would be delivered to him on the same day or the next morning. If Yu Wan was too busy, she would communicate with him in advance and tell him the estimated completion time. As long as he stated the time frame, Yu Wan would definitely send him the documents before then, which made him feel much less worried.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at the hospital. After parking, Fu Zhiyao strode towards Zhou Quyang's office.

Zhou Quyang is a very good reader.

He entered university at the age of sixteen, but did not choose the business route that his family expected. Instead, he firmly studied medicine, his favorite subject, and completed a bachelor's, master's, and doctoral degree. At the age of twenty-eight, he became an attending physician in a private hospital, specializing in cardiovascular diseases. This year, as an attending physician, he has independently performed no less than ten operations. After all, he is young, and many patients' families do not trust him. On weekdays, he assists experienced surgeons and is responsible for suturing wounds. His suturing technique is sophisticated and experienced. Many doctors privately call him the suturing god who can go home and inherit the family property if there is a disagreement. Some also call him the Jade-faced Bodhisattva because of his appearance and personality.

However, Zhou Quyang was not aware of these titles. He rarely talked about things other than work with the doctors in the hospital. His favorite thing to do after work was probably to study literature, publish an article in a core journal from time to time, and then be invited by well-known universities to give lectures. His work schedule was even more intensive than Fu Zhiyao's.

The two of them didn't meet very often. Zhou Quyang would occasionally come to the city for a meeting and would ask him when he passed by his company. Fu Zhiyao would keep the appointment when he had time, and they would sit together to talk about their recent situation and share their lives.

When I walked into Zhou Quyang's office, there was already someone inside.

A well-dressed young woman stood opposite Zhou Quyang, actively promoting the thermos in her hand, her eyes full of tenderness.

"Doctor Zhou, this is the chicken soup I made this morning. I used free-range chicken from a farm and simmered it for over five hours. It's absolutely delicious. I also added nourishing codonopsis and astragalus. Doctor Zhou, you often stay up late to work overtime, so this soup is perfect for you. If your body lacks nutrition, you will feel listless."

Zhou Quyang shook his head, his expression still gentle as he rejected the woman: "Miss Wen, there's really no need. It's working hours now, and the hospital has regulations that prohibit accepting benefits from patients' families."

Miss Wen hurriedly explained, her face flushed. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell she was interested in Zhou Quyang. "How can this be considered a favor? This is...this is my way of thanking you, Doctor Zhou. If it weren't for you, my mother might still be suffering from the pain. Doctor Zhou, please accept it, otherwise I'll just have to throw it away!"

Zhou Quyang was not threatened by her few words. Seeing Fu Zhiyao standing at the door with a look of anticipation, he politely reminded Miss Wen.

"Miss Wen, please go see Ms. Wen. I'm sure she'll be very happy to drink the chicken soup you made. I have patients to see here, so I won't send you off."

Miss Wen turned her head and noticed the tall and handsome man standing at the office door. The man had three-dimensional and deep facial features, and his narrow eyes showed a distant emotion. Compared with the handsome and gentle Dr. Zhou, this man looked particularly cold and tough.

Miss Wen was afraid that others would notice her entanglement, so she put away the thermos and said goodbye reluctantly: "Since Dr. Zhou has a patient, I won't bother you anymore. I'm going to see my mother first."

"Well, take care."

The office door closed, and Fu Zhiyao walked in. He sat down on the chair in front of Zhou Quyang's desk and said bluntly, "She lied. That chicken soup was not made by her. It was made by her aunt."

"I know." Zhou Quyang poured a cup of tea for Fu Zhiyao and reminded him gently, "Be careful, it's hot."

Fu Zhiyao was confused: "Even though you knew it wasn't you, why did you reject me so gently?"

Zhou Quyang sat down and explained, "You may not have noticed that Miss Wen has burn marks on her fingers, which means she tried it, but probably didn't taste good and felt embarrassed to present it, so she asked the aunt at home to help her make it."

Fu Zhiyao paused.

This is the disadvantage of listening to one's inner voice. One no longer wastes energy observing the words and deeds of others, but judges a person's goodness or badness solely based on his inner voice.

Fu Zhiyao's eyebrows twitched slightly, hiding his surprise, and went straight to the point: "No more words, just know what's going on. If you have any questions, come to me. I'll check it out early today, and we'll have lunch together at noon?"

"good."

Fu Zhiyao had an appointment for a check-up yesterday, and Zhou Quyang checked the room this morning and left the remaining time free.

He retrieved Fu Zhiyao's medical records from the computer and checked the results of his past physical examinations.

Zhou Quyang, displaying a professional attitude, asked Fu Zhiyao a routine question: "You last had a full-body checkup six months ago, and the results showed no problems, and your heart was very healthy. When did you start to feel something was wrong recently? How does the pain manifest when your heart is not feeling well?"

Fu Zhiyao frowned and thought carefully. "You said it was painful, but it wasn't really painful. It was just my heart rate that occasionally increased, which was a bit like palpitations. Also, my concentration has decreased recently. I started to think it might be due to fatigue from work, but during the high-intensity work on the business trip to Bangalore, everything was normal. I didn't feel anything wrong at all. After returning home, the palpitations and lack of concentration have increased again, and they are quite obvious. I also feel a little irritable and unhappy occasionally."

Zhou Quyang carefully typed notes on the medical record and continued to ask, "Is there no triggering factor? For example, what did you do before your heartbeat accelerated, or was you stimulated by some image?"

"There's no picture, it just happened for no reason. Besides, if I understood why I came to the hospital, a CT scan would probably rule out some possible cause."

"Well, what about that person?"

"People...you mean Yu Wan?"

As soon as the word "Yu Wan" came out, a familiar feeling of palpitations quickly wrapped around Fu Zhiyao's heart, as if his heart began to accelerate at the mention of this name. His eyelids trembled and his fingertips curled up unconsciously.

After saying this, he fell silent, which was rare.

Zhou Quyang was typing the description of his symptoms normally, but when he heard Fu Zhiyao's words, his typing fingers slowly stopped. He looked at Fu Zhiyao and said calmly, "You have someone you like."

It's not a heart problem, nor is it palpitations or decreased concentration, it's just because there is someone I like.

Yu Wan's image popped up in Fu Zhiyao's mind. He snorted and said indifferently, "You mean Yu Wan? How is that possible?"

Zhou Quyang: "I didn't say who it was."

Fu Zhiyao: “…”

Facing his friend's deep gaze, Fu Zhiyao subconsciously straightened his back and clenched his fists on the desk. He cleared his throat and began to analyze the situation in detail: "I can't possibly like Yu Wan. It's more like she likes me."

Zhou Quyang put down the mouse and said, "Go ahead."

Fu Zhiyao: "Yu Wan is a money-grubber. She loves making money. On bonus days, she happily treats her office colleagues to afternoon tea, and I'm included. She's had her phone for over four years and it was constantly stuck. Later, when I got her a new one, she put a screen protector on it the next day and put a case on it to protect it, fearing it would break. She cherishes it like crazy. Of course, this isn't to say she's greedy for money or profit-driven. That's not the point. The point is that I'm the rich one, and I'm the one who decides Yu Wan's salary and bonus. Based on her current monthly expenses, my assets are enough for her to spend for more than ten lifetimes."

Zhou Quyang nodded.

-【Indeed, Zhiyao is indeed a rich man.】

Fu Zhiyao seemed to have regained his confidence and continued, "Yu Wan likes good-looking people. When she sees someone good-looking, she'll furtively scrutinize them, as if unable to take her eyes off them. And as for me, you know, when I was in college, talent scouts would hand me their business cards while I was walking down the street, wanting me to be a star. They said that with my looks, I'd be a global superstar. I sternly refused because I had no interest in being a star."

Zhou Quyang nodded again.

-【Zhiyao is indeed good-looking.】

Fu Zhiyao spoke more calmly, "Yu Wan joined the company in March and moved to the President's Office in mid-March. I'm her immediate superior. Excluding overtime, we see each other at least five days a week. She almost always sees my face. People rarely get visually fatigued by beautiful things, so it's normal for her to fall in love with me."

Zhou Quyang: “…”

- [I don't like Yu Wan, but I know her preferences very well and observe her in detail, which makes me dislike her strangely.]

Upon hearing his friend's words, Fu Zhiyao suddenly stopped making excuses for having prepared a draft. His expression froze slightly, and he looked calm and composed, but the nerves in his body were boiling and the tense strings in his brain seemed to break one by one, repeating his abnormal reactions during this period.

He remembered Yu Wan's demeanor and facial expressions in every scene. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth when he saw Yu Wan's dazed expression. He couldn't help but guess who Yu Wan was friends with when he learned that she had a male friend. He felt inexplicably irritated when he knew that Guan Yanxuan liked Yu Wan. His heartbeat accelerated when he saw Yu Wan coming down from the stage. He was worried that Yu Wan would be tricked by Liao Youlin into attending the banquet with her, and he would send her a message at the time she returned home to ask if she had arrived home safely.

Which of these is what he should do as a boss?

No, it should be said that he became abnormal after returning from Hong Kong. At that time, he interpreted his awkwardness as a normal reaction to Yu Wan seeing his embarrassing side. But how to explain the incident on Yu Wan's birthday? He made an excuse to ask Yu Wan to deliver documents, had dinner with her in a hotel booked in advance, took a detour to take her to see the grand fireworks show, and said something after the fireworks ended that he had initially determined not to repeat a second time, breaking the rules he set for himself with his own hands.

Does he...really like Yu Wan?

Fu Zhiyao, who had been single for 28 years, thought about this question for the first time.

Fu Zhiyao, who had no experience in love and never watched romantic TV dramas or novels, pondered for three days after rejecting and denying Zhou Quyang's speculation.

On Tuesday, Yu Wan finished her vacation and returned to work. Fu Zhiyao went to the company an hour early and walked slowly behind Yu Wan. When he saw her raise her hand, she greeted Xiao Zhao at the front desk in the lobby with a smile. She swiped her card at the gate with a brisk pace, and her ponytail raised a small arc behind her.

Xiao Zhao at the front desk had bright eyes. When he saw Fu Zhiyao, he was about to enthusiastically call him "Mr. Fu" but was interrupted by Fu Zhiyao raising his hand. Xiao Zhao fell silent, covered his mouth and nodded repeatedly, watching Fu Zhiyao swipe his card and follow Secretary Yu to the elevator area.

Xiao Zhao rolled his eyes but couldn't understand what Mr. Fu was doing. Could it be that he followed Secretary Yu early in the morning just to do a surprise check on whether she was doing her job well?

But it’s not yet time for employees to officially start work. Mr. Fu is really that terrifying.