Chapter 331 Extravagant Wife VS Scrap-Collecting Husband 25

A few days later.

Jiang Zhiyi received a call from Fang Chengwen.

He said he had found several jobs that met her requirements, and sent her the details to her email so she could choose carefully.

Jiang Zhiyi looked at the information, considered it for a while, and then selected a few companies that interested her and submitted her resume.

Fang Chengwen must have already helped her with the connections. She went through several interviews, and everything went smoothly. After that, she successfully joined one of the companies.

A monthly salary of 15,000 yuan, weekends off, five social insurances and one housing fund... the benefits are quite good in all aspects.

Now that things were settled, she naturally wouldn't forget Fang Chengwen's contribution, so she offered to treat him to a meal.

However, Jiang Zhiyi only then learned that Fang Chengwen had been feeling unwell recently and had been in the hospital for several days. The hospital he was in happened to be the same central hospital where Zhou Zechuan worked.

...

In a VIP ward.

Jiang Zhiyi brought Fang Chengwen some stomach-soothing porridge.

She knew he certainly didn't lack anything, so after get off work she personally cooked some porridge and brought it over as a way of showing her appreciation.

She has already worked a few days this week. The job is indeed quite relaxed, and the company atmosphere is good. She is very satisfied.

"When did the doctor say I could be discharged?" Jiang Zhiyi noticed that Fang Chengwen looked alright, so he should be fine now.

Just as she arrived, Fang Chengwen had returned from his walk. He was wearing his own clothes and looked more like a family member visiting a patient than a patient.

Fang Chengwen: "It will probably take another week. Actually, I can leave now, but my father would be furious if he found out. I can also stay here to recuperate, consider it a vacation..."

Jiang Zhiyi nodded. "You do need to rest, and a few more days won't make a difference."

She ladled out a bowl of porridge and handed it to him.

Fang Chengwen politely drank two bowls and kept praising how good it tasted.

"I'm glad you like it. You've given me so many things before, and I don't have anything to give you back. If you want to drink it, I'll bring you some more later."

Jiang Zhiyi looked around and saw that there were many bouquets of flowers in the room, all of them very fresh.

Fang Chengwen noticed her gaze and explained, "These flowers were given by friends who came to visit. News of my illness has spread, and people come every day. My hospital room is practically like a tourist attraction..."

He had intended to make a joke, but then realized it wasn't quite right, so he quickly added, "I didn't mean anything by it. I was just talking about them. You're different. Of course, I welcome you..."

Jiang Zhiyi chuckled, "I know."

She noticed his embarrassment and changed the subject, saying, "Some of the flowers smell quite nice; I can smell them. It's good to have some flowers and plants in the ward so that there's not always that smell of disinfectant, which is really unpleasant."

"Yes," Fang Chengwen continued, picking up where she left off.

The two chatted for a while longer.

Fang Chengwen also asked her some questions about work, saying, "If there's anything you can't resolve, be sure to tell me."

Half an hour later.

Jiang Zhiyi glanced at the time on her phone. "I have to go. I need to go back and see Zhou Zechuan."

Fang Chengwen stood up as well, saying, "I'll go with you."

"What?" Jiang Zhiyi asked, somewhat puzzled.

He pointed to the cabinet by the door, where several pots of fresh flowers had appeared out of nowhere, even though they hadn't been there before.

“I just asked my assistant to buy a few pots of flowers from a nearby florist. We can put them in the ward. I’ll move them with you, otherwise you won’t be able to carry them by yourself.”

Before she could refuse, Fang Chengwen had already carried the flowers and walked ahead.

Jiang Zhiyi could only agree and said nothing more.

The two went to the ward where Zhou Zechuan was.

Fang Chengwen placed several pots of flowers in suitable positions. He was wearing black clothes, which had accidentally gotten some mud on them.

Jiang Zhiyi casually patted him to clean off the dust.

"Thanks."

"It's nothing, don't mention it." She smiled at him.

Fang Chengwen wanted to say something, but suddenly stopped, looking at something behind her with a surprised expression.

Jiang Zhiyi turned her head to look in confusion.

On the hospital bed, Zhou Zechuan had already opened his eyes.

He lay there, the blanket on his body pushed halfway back by his left hand, revealing the large blue and white striped hospital gown he was wearing underneath.

His right hand hung limply at the side of the bed, and the IV catheter was still visible on it.

His dark eyes stared at them menacingly, and there seemed to be something wrong with his gaze.