Pan Yang stood at the intersection for a long time. He seemed to have forgotten to ask Zhou Yang where his home was. Then he found a bench, sat down, and opened Zhou Yang's chat window.

"Where do you live? I'll come find you."

The other party replied almost instantly.

Zhou Yang: "You haven't gone home yet?"

"No, I was sitting outside. I just ran into two idiots, and they made my heart ache with anger."

Zhou Yang: "Send me your address, I'll come pick you up."

Pan Yang obediently sent the address. He still felt a tightness in his chest. This heart disease was really troublesome. He had reason to suspect that 001 did it on purpose.

Of course, if 001 knew his thoughts, it would definitely shout that it was wronged. Although it did have some selfish motives in making things difficult for the host in some of the previous small worlds, it is now a loyal subject.

About ten minutes later, a car pulled up by the roadside. Pan Yang's eyes lit up when he saw the person getting out of the car, and he immediately stood up from his chair: "You've come."

Zhou Yang looked at him helplessly: "Get in the car. Does your heart still hurt?"

Pan Yang walked a few steps to the passenger seat, closed the door, and shook his head: "It doesn't hurt anymore. I took a few pills."

"That's good. In the future, if anything happens, don't listen to or look at anything, just call me or your father directly." Zhou Yang instructed as he drove, "Pan Yang, you're a patient."

"I understand, I understand," Pan Yang mumbled.

Zhou Yang sighed. This person was really hard to judge. Soon they arrived at Zhou Yang's residence, which was in an upscale community. Zhou Yang's home was on the fifth floor, decorated in a minimalist style, with an overall black and white color scheme.

“My home feels a bit cramped, so I’ll be renovating it later. Have you had lunch yet?” Zhou Yang asked, looking at Pan Yang sitting on the sofa.

"without."

"Okay, you watch TV first, I'll go cook." Zhou Yang walked into the kitchen, and after a few seconds, seemingly still worried, he poked his head out again: "Don't watch horror movies."

For some reason, he always felt that this person would find a horror movie and watch it with great interest, giving off a sense of "if you don't do stupid things, you won't die."

Pan Yang blinked. Damn it, how did Zhou Yang know he wanted to watch a horror movie? In the end, he found an animated film to watch. I have to say, it's boring and stupid. What kind of stuff do kids watch these days?

About half an hour later, as Pan Yang looked at the food—carrots, wood ear mushrooms, potatoes, and the like—he had a feeling that he was a rabbit.

“These are good for your heart, I’ll eat with you.” Zhou Yang said, casually handing him a bowl of rice. “I’ll make you other delicious food later.”

Pan Yang ate his rice slowly, since he wasn't a picky eater.

For the rest of the afternoon, Pan Yang stayed at Zhou Yang's house. Zhou Yang sat quietly beside him and watched Pan Yang. He realized that no matter what Pan Yang did, he always said something surprising.

After dinner, Zhou Yang checked the time and said, "Let's go. I'll take you home. You can come find me again tomorrow, or I can pick you up."

Upon hearing this, Huan Yang immediately lay down on the sofa, clutching his chest: "I'm not going back. My heart will hurt if I go back. I'm sick, so don't force me."

Zhou Yang was amused by his appearance and took a deep breath: "Stop fooling around, I'll take you home."

“I’m really sick.” Pan Yang looked at him seriously: “Besides, what’s there to be afraid of? We’re both men. If I’m sick, you might be too. What can happen?”

Zhou Yang couldn't refute it. In the end, he looked at Pan Yang and realized that this person was determined not to leave. He then compromised: "Okay, I'll go downstairs to the supermarket to buy you toiletries first. The guest room is right next to the master bedroom and it's very clean."

Pan Yang listened quietly as he finished speaking, then nodded and sat up from the sofa: "Ouke, I'll wait for you."

Zhou Yang was a little helpless. He went out to buy things and returned home. He saw Huan Yang sitting on the sofa watching TV, quietly waiting for him to come back. She seemed to be doing quite well.

At night, after washing up, Zhou Yang looked at Pan Yang lying on his bed with a puzzled expression: "Aren't you sleeping in the guest room?"

“I won’t sleep,” Pan Yang said righteously. “It’s too dark; it’ll give me a heart attack.”

This reason was obviously nonsense. Zhou Yang adjusted his glasses, looked at Fan Yang for a few seconds, and finally smiled: "Then you sleep in the master bedroom, I'll go to the guest bedroom." After saying that, he walked out of the master bedroom.

Leaving Pan Yang alone in bed, how awful!

In the following days, Pan Yang practically stayed with Zhou Yang, even bringing his clothes from home and leaving them at Zhou Yang's house.

Of course, the hospital test results came out as well. For the first time, Zhou Yang felt nervous. He had never been afraid before, even after taking so many exams. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the words on the results. Fortunately, he had not been infected. However, this also meant that he was going to officially start dating Huan Yang.

Although it was truly absurd, things seemed to have gone quite well these past few days. He opened his phone to message Huan Yang, but unexpectedly, Huan Yang messaged him first, only…

"My dad and I are attending a banquet tonight. We need to be home before midnight. Wait for me."

Zhou Yang frowned as he looked at the message, then quickly typed a reply: "Okay, I'll wait for you to come home."

Meanwhile, on the other side, Pan Yang had just changed into his formal attire and looked at the person in the suit and tie in the mirror. This was a business banquet, which could also be considered a large-scale transaction event combined with a blind date.

Pan Yang followed Qiao's father to the banquet. Qiao's father looked around and patted Pan Yang on the shoulder: "You're just going through the motions. Just leave when the banquet is halfway over. Lu Chu and Yuan Qingqing might also come. Don't pay attention to them. If you need anything, be sure to come to me, understand?"

"Oh. I need to talk to you." Pan Yang dragged out his words. To be honest, he really didn't want to come, but as the only heir of the Qiao family, he had no choice but to come. However, it was just a formality.

As soon as he entered, Qiao's father greeted and chatted with several older people, while Pan Yang found a corner to stand in, looking at the desserts and wine on the table, most of which he could not eat.

"Qiao Panyang, I thought you weren't coming back." A male voice came from behind, and Panyang turned to look.

The man had blond, curly hair and was quite good-looking, appearing to be in his early twenties. He was dressed in a suit and looked quite respectable. Based on the original owner's memories, Pan Yang pondered for a moment.

This person was the original owner's only good friend besides Yuan Qingqing. His name was Zhang Ming, but because of Yuan Qingqing, the original owner became increasingly distant from him.

"I heard you confessed to Yuan Qingqing and got rejected? I told you, why are you so hung up on one person? When you get better, I'll take you out for a stroll. There are plenty of beautiful girls out there." Zhang Ming walked up and put his arm around Pan Yang's shoulder.

Pan Yang dodged his movement and shook his head: "I don't like Yuan Qingqing. I have someone I like."

"Huh?" Zhang Ming looked bewildered. "When did this happen, buddy?" He looked betrayed as he stared at Pan Yang.