“Ayao…”

Liang Weiye hesitated for a moment, then cleared his throat before saying, "It's nothing, we just wanted to have a meal together as a family."

"Let's wait a while."

"Ayu and I are moving to a villa near Renai Hospital today, so it will be more convenient for us to go to and from the hospital."

Liang Weiye looked stunned.

Since that accident, Liang Jiayao has been particularly reluctant to go to the hospital.

In fact, his eyes will recover quickly once he undergoes a corneal transplant.

But the usually brilliant and rational younger brother, for some reason, became fixated on this matter.

They said someone as useless as him wasn't worth wasting someone else's precious cornea.

No amount of persuasion from family members could change anything.

Has he finally come to terms with it?

It seems that this is all thanks to Fu Yu.

Liang Jiayao and Fu Yu checked into the Liang family's villa in Repulse Bay that very night.

Even though there are more than twenty rooms, the two of them still live together.

Renai Hospital's neurosurgery department is one of the best in the port city.

The most outstanding member of the medical team is none other than Zhou Zongci, a genius neurosurgeon known as the "Hand of God".

He and Liang Jiayao were high school classmates and had a close personal relationship.

"Hey, what wind blew you here?"

"What should I call you now, Inspector Leung, Second Young Master Leung, or..."

Upon seeing Fu Yu beside Liang Jiayao, Zhou Zongci put away his carefree smile.

"And this is...?"

"Help her get a checkup."

Zhou Zongci gave Fu Yu a meaningful look.

Liang Jiayao was a proud man; asking him to ask for a favor was harder than climbing to heaven.

Now, they're actually looking for him because of this little girl...

Zhou Zongci slapped his knee and said with a smile, "Alright, since the second young master has spoken, I'll get on it right away."

Fu Yu squeezed Liang Jiayao's fingers and said softly in a tone befitting her character, "I don't want to be alone. Stay with me."

"good."

Liang Jiayao smiled gently, "Don't worry, the people here are all very nice and won't hurt you."

Zhou Zongci rolled his eyes at the sky.

Sure enough, even the most clear-headed and rational person becomes like an idiot when they're head over heels in love.

A routine MRI scan was made to look like a life-or-death situation.

It's a shame that he always idolized Liang Jiayao, who was aloof from women and possessed absolute rationality.

Zhou Zongci patted his chest and silently vowed never, ever to fall in love, to ensure that his top-notch brain wouldn't be corrupted by romance.

About half an hour later, Zhou Zongci held the film, his face solemn.

"I think that her occasional symptoms that resemble mental confusion are most likely not related to brain damage, but more likely a stress response."

Zhou Zongci pressed the intercom and made an appointment for a psychiatric outpatient visit.

“I suspect that the patient must have experienced some kind of trauma in her childhood, which caused her to have to resort to madness and confrontation to protect herself.”

Zhou Zongci glanced thoughtfully at Fu Yu, who was standing outside the department eating a lollipop.

"Isn't this similar to you?"

"Your leg is not injured, yet you can't stand up."

"A mental illness requires a mental cure. Ayao, is Fu Yu your mental cure?"

Liang Jiayao gripped the armrests of his wheelchair tightly, his half-face hidden in the shadow of the incandescent light, his expression unreadable.

The corneal transplant surgery was scheduled for two days later, and he began to cooperate with the doctor for psychological counseling.

He didn't know if Fu Yu was the cure for his heartache.

He just wanted Fu Yu not to leave him.

For this reason, he was willing to give himself a chance to live.

The transplant surgery went smoothly.

The moment he regained his sight, he saw a little girl blinking and stealing glances at his abs.

Like a kitten stealing fish, thinking it's disguised well, but the first step it takes reveals its intentions.

“Ayu.”

He slowly raised his hand and stroked her cheek.

The combined visual and tactile impact caused his voice to tremble uncontrollably.

He took the opportunity to hold Fu Yu's head from behind, his slender fingertips disappearing into the ends of her hair.

He no longer needed to imagine Fu Yu's expression through touch; instead, he could openly observe every subtle change in her expression.

“Ayu.”

Liang Jiayao tenderly pressed his forehead against Fu Yu's, and then gently and reverently placed a kiss upon her.

There's plenty of time in the future; he'll find a way to make the girl never want to leave him again.

"Ah Yao, congratulations on your recovery..."

Liang Weiye entered the room carrying a bouquet of flowers and immediately spotted Liang Jiayao and Fu Yu.

He coughed lightly twice, then, remembering the old man's instructions, immediately put on a stern face. "I see you're recovering quite well lately, so you don't need anyone to keep you company anymore, right?"

"Ayu will be attending the company's annual meeting soon, and the old man will personally announce her identity at that time."

"She doesn't have time to play with you now, you need to quickly learn etiquette, language, and fashion..."

Liang Weiye watched Liang Jiayao's face darken, a playful expression flashing in his eyes.

"In short, Ayu must go back to live in the old house."

"no."

Liang Jiayao lifted his eyelids.

"Why?"

Liang Weiye smiled enigmatically, "Ayu hasn't even spoken yet, so how come you're making the decision for her?"

"Ayu, tell me, would you like to go back to the old house with me?"

Fu Yu's gaze swept between the two handsome men.

"I'm not going back."

Fu Yu answered frankly, "I won't be able to touch my abs when I get back."

Fu Yu's fascination with muscles is genuine.

More importantly, without Liang Jiayao, her life would be in danger.

A look of astonishment flashed across Liang Weiye's face.

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