Ling Jiao stared blankly at the person who had walked up to her, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

This is the real Fu Shiqin: confident, proud, yet warm-hearted.

"Stunned?" Fu Shiqin asked, seeing that she didn't speak. He then joked, "Do you suddenly think I'm three meters and eighty centimeters tall?"

Ling Jiao chuckled, "It's not just 3.8 meters, it's even 8.8 meters."

After a few laughs and banter, the two continued walking.

It was already dark, and all the streetlights in the park were on. The two walked around the park's walking path two or three times.

Perhaps because of Fu Shiqin's heartfelt words, both of them let go of their grudges.

The reason Ling Jiao kept avoiding him was because she was afraid he would bring up the topic of getting back together.

Fu Shiqin was nervous because he wanted to bring it up but was afraid she would refuse.

So, when the two of them got together, they were both preoccupied and couldn't have a proper conversation.

The two strolled around the park twice, and then wandered to a nearby food street for a late-night snack.

However, because Fu Shiqin is going to have a gastroscopy tomorrow, he can't eat anymore and can only watch Ling Jiao eat alone.

However, for a foodie, this is simply a great torment.

He watched Ling Jiao happily eating skewers by herself, and kept swallowing his saliva.

As I looked at them, I reached out to grab a skewer to try.

Ling Jiao glanced at it sideways, "This is not something you can eat."

"I'll just have one bite," Fu Shiqin said pitifully.

I've been feeding him such bland food these past few days, I've been craving hot pot and barbecue skewers for a while now.

"You're having a gastroscopy tomorrow, and these things aren't clean. If you have a sensitive stomach, don't eat them." Ling Jiao said, then took the skewer from his hand and finished it off.

Fu Shiqin watched helplessly as she finished eating by herself, feeling extremely remorseful.

He said he was going to have a gastroscopy tomorrow. Actually, it didn't matter whether he did it or not, but because he wanted her to stay here, he told the doctor that he would have the check-up tomorrow.

Now, I feel like I've shot myself in the foot.

"Aren't all actresses supposed to be on a diet? Is it appropriate for you to eat so much so late at night?"

"I ate little at noon and didn't eat dinner either. If I don't eat more now, I'll starve to death." Ling Jiao took a sip of her drink, wiped her mouth, and said, "I'm full. Let's go back."

Fu Shiqin didn't get to eat anything, and with a sullen face, he followed her out of the barbecue restaurant and walked back to the hospital.

Fu Shiqin's best ward, besides his own bed, also had a sofa and a bed for a caregiver.

Ling Jiao went back and lay down on the cot, sighing.

"I haven't eaten this much for dinner in a long time."

"I haven't starved myself like this in a long time," Fu Shiqin sighed as he lay on his hospital bed.

Ling Jiao chuckled softly, "If you drink yourself into a stomach ulcer, who can you blame?"

"If it weren't for..." Fu Shiqin started to say, but then swallowed his words.

If she hadn't broken up with him, causing him so much heartache, he wouldn't have started drinking heavily and ended up in the hospital.

Ling Jiao paused for a moment, guessing what he was about to say, and then spoke.

"If you finish the check-up tomorrow and don't need to receive treatment all day, you can go stay at the rented apartment. It's more convenient there. You can come over when you need your injection."

"You live there too?" Fu Shiqin asked.

“I…have time to go,” Ling Jiao said.

Okay, I need to text my assistant later to have her luggage carried back to the hotel.

If he lives there, she naturally can't live with him, otherwise there will be all sorts of rumors flying around.