Chapter 64 Fang Dahao, you're always like this!

Fang Han had been running a high fever for the past two days. He took some medicine and went to bed to sleep.

It's good to go to bed early, so you don't overthink things when it's late at night.

He had just lain down when he heard a knock on the door.

At first I thought I misheard, but on the second time I slowly got up.

Fang Han guessed it was Xu Fei. Not long after Gao Wen moved out, the guy next door also moved out, leaving only Xu Fei. However, she wouldn't come looking for him unless there was something wrong.

As soon as he opened the door, a figure rushed towards him. Fang Han's first reaction was to push her away, but after recognizing her, he stopped raising his hand and let Gao Wen fall into his arms.

When Gao Wen hugged his waist, Fang Han's face flushed red, his heart pounded, and he felt like it was about to jump out of his throat.

As he slowly lowered his hand, intending to embrace Gao Wen, she abruptly stood up from his arms, her eyes darting away, and hurriedly explained, "Senior, I'm sorry, I lost my balance."

"Cough cough cough—" Fang Han turned slightly to the side and coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment.

Gao Wen looked at him, her voice filled with concern: "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing, just a slight cold, I'm almost better now," Fang Han replied gently. "How did you get in? You didn't tell me beforehand so I could have come down to get you."

“It’s not like I don’t know the way. I just happened to run into Sister Xu Fei, and she let me in,” Gao Wen said, walking towards the living room.

Fang Han nodded and followed her outside: "You just got off work?"

He opened the refrigerator, took a bottle of milk, and went to the kitchen.

“Yes,” Gao Wen had already sat down on the sofa, but seeing Fang Han busy, she got up and went over to him. “You’re sick, don’t bother, I won’t drink.”

"It'll expire if we don't drink it soon," Fang Han said, taking out the heated milk and pouring half a cup for Gao Wen.

Gao Wen looked at the familiar cup.

That was what she bought at the supermarket with Fang Han last time.

"Next time, just buy one bottle, and it won't expire," Gao Wen said.

Fang Han: "I often forget to drink even if I buy a bottle."

"Then let's not buy it."

"I'm used to it."

Fang Han's words caused the atmosphere in the small kitchen to change abruptly, and Gao Wen even paused in her milk-drinking motion.

Finally, Fang Han broke the deadlock, laughing, "Are you moving things so late at night? It'll be very late by the time you're done."

Gao Wen is trying to avoid him now, so it's impossible that she came to see him specifically because he's sick, right?

“I heard you were sick, so I came to see you.” Gao Wen held the milk, her eyes downcast. “Being sick is awful. I was thinking that if no one is cooking for you, I’d like to make you some porridge. You’ve taken good care of me when I was sick before.”

Gao Wen originally wanted to use moving as an excuse, but after seeing Fang Han, she felt that being so coy was pointless.

She does care about him; she can't be heartless.

Fang Han was indeed exceptionally good to her.

Adding to the impact of Lin Heng's incident, Gao Wen was also somewhat moved. Life and death can be separated by a mere instant; life can be incredibly strong, or it can be incredibly fragile.

The plot can be changed, can't it?

Upon hearing Gao Wen's words, Fang Han suddenly froze, his eyes softening with tenderness. A joyful smile appeared on his brow as he looked at her and softly asked, "Do you know how to cook porridge?"

“I don’t know how, but there are so many videos online that I can learn on the spot, following the steps one by one,” Gao Wen said, raising her voice slightly. “I can learn most things as soon as I start. As for cooking, I’ve just been too busy and haven’t had time to learn yet.”

Fang Han's eyes were full of smiles, his expression gentle and tender, and he didn't refute her at all: "That's right, you're very smart, you'll definitely learn it in no time."

Seeing his words, Gao Wen softened her tone and said modestly, "I don't know anything too complicated, but cooking porridge should be very simple."

"Hmm." Fang Han nodded, turned and went to his room, and came out again after a short while.

Gao Wen saw Fang Han holding a first-aid kit and sitting down next to her, looking at her hands with several bandages on them: "Let me take a look at your wound."

Gao Wen: "It's not deep, it'll be fine in a few days."

"Be careful to avoid scarring."

As soon as Fang Han said this, Gao Wen's pupils dilated slightly. She lowered her head and carefully began to tear off the bandage to check.

No scarring!

Beautiful women don't leave scars!

Seeing Gao Wen's anxious expression, Fang Han smiled and felt a pang of tenderness in his heart. He opened the medicine box and found the medicine.

Gao Wen has been covering the wound with bandages for the past two days, and the wound has turned white. When Fang Han saw this, he frowned and said, "If you keep it covered like this without disinfecting or applying medicine, when will it heal? If it gets infected, it will take a long time to heal."

Gao Wen wasn't afraid of that, but she was mainly worried about scarring.

Fang Han dipped a cotton swab in the medicine and handed it to her.

Gao Wen reached out and took it, applying the medicine little by little.

She was afraid of leaving scars, so she cleaned it very carefully.

Fang Han looked at Gao Wen, hesitated for a long time, but still didn't say what he wanted to say.

When he saw the video, he was terrified, but he couldn't stop her from doing what she wanted to do.

"Be more careful next time and try to avoid getting hurt," Fang Han said.

“Hmm,” Gao Wen nodded, pursing her lips, “Actually, I didn’t think that much about it. Now that I think about it, it’s quite scary.”

"You are very brave, calm, and decisive," Fang Han said. "This isn't just my opinion, it's what the netizens are saying."

Gao Wen laughed: "Ignorance is bliss, who would have thought the car would explode?"

Fang Han recalled that scene, and his expression calmed down. He took out the band-aid, tore open the packaging, and handed it to Gao Wen.

"Thanks."

As Gao Wen was leaning against him, Fang Han got up and walked towards the kitchen: "What would you like to eat?"

"I'm here to cook you porridge." Gao Wen quickly stood up and walked towards the kitchen. "How utterly heartless would I be to let a patient like you cook for me?"

"I'm all better," Fang Han turned around. "Besides, your hands have just been treated with medicine, can you cook?"

“…” Gao Wen looked at her hands and shook her head, “Then I don’t need you to do it.”

Fang Han: "It's okay."

“I have to help you,” Gao Wen said.

"What do you want to eat?" Fang Han turned to look at her. "There's not much in the fridge, just some vegetables, chicken wings, and shrimp paste."

Looking at the tenderness in Fang Han's expression, Gao Wen felt a ripple in her heart, filled with an inexplicable warmth.

Being with him still brings her a lot of peace and tranquility, making her feel less lonely.

"Have some porridge, you're still sick," Gao Wen said.

"good."

Gao Wen hadn't expected that there were so many intricacies involved in cooking porridge. While Fang Han was busy, she stood to the side, hoping to be of some help, but she couldn't get involved at all. She could only stay in the kitchen, following behind him and peeking around.

Fang Han cooked a salted egg yolk, shrimp paste, and vegetable porridge, his movements were skillful.

During that time, he also took the time to peel an apple for Gao Wen.

"This apple is too big, I can't finish it," Gao Wen said, smelling the fragrant porridge. "I'll have more porridge later."

Fang Han cut off a small half, intending to keep it for himself, but Gao Wen snatched it away first, saying, "I want this small half."

She took the apple and took a bite.

The apples were crisp and juicy, and Gao Wen's eyes crinkled with joy.

"Is it good?" he asked.

"Um."

"As long as it tastes good," Fang Han said tenderly, putting the apple aside and walking over to stir the porridge in the pot. "It'll be ready soon."

"I'll go get the bowls and chopsticks." Gao Wen reached out, grabbed Fang Han's sleeve, and gently pulled him aside. Fang Han cooperated and made way for her.

She went over, opened the dishwasher, and took out the sterilized dishes and chopsticks.

Fang Han saw that the porridge was almost cooked, turned off the heat, and picked up a bowl to serve the porridge.

"I'll take it." Gao Wen reached out to take it.

Fang Han didn't let go, carrying the bowl out and placing it on the dining table. When he turned back, he saw Gao Wen picking up a bowl and ladling out porridge. He quickly went over, wanting to take it but afraid of spilling it and burning her, repeatedly reminding her, "Be careful, don't fill it too full."

"I know." Gao Wen put down her spoon, held the bowl in both hands, and as she turned to leave, her hand trembled slightly, startling Fang Han who reached out to take it from her.

Gao Wen steadied him firmly. She looked at Fang Han's tense expression and almost laughed.

"Slow down," he said, adding, "Next time, I'll do it."

“It doesn’t matter who takes the place,” Gao Wen said.

Fang Han said in a serious tone, "My skin is thicker than yours."

In his view, her skin was fair and delicate; if she were burned, it would be quite serious and noticeable.

Gao Wen carried the food back to the dining table, her smile deepening. She took a bite of the delicious salted egg yolk and shrimp porridge, put down her spoon, and looked at Fang Han across from her, saying, "No, I came here to check on you, not to freeload off you!"

How did it turn into Fang Han cooking dinner for her?

"Didn't you have dinner?" Fang Han asked her.

"Mm." Gao Wen nodded.

"Inviting you to dinner is a way of treating guests," Fang Han said.

Gao Wen felt there was something to it. She tilted her head slightly and thought about it seriously. After a while, she looked up at Fang Han and said, "Are you trying to confuse me? I'm not a guest. You're the one who's sick. It's not right for me to have a patient cook for me."

Fang Han smiled: "I'm all better."

Gao Wen looked at him carefully for a few more times, took a bite of porridge, and said shamelessly, "Anyway, the food is ready and we've all started eating. What's the point of me saying these things about those who benefit from the system?"

"I've been eating your cooking more than once or twice now."

...

After dinner, Fang Han went back to his room to get his key and opened the master bedroom door: "We won't be able to finish moving tonight. If there's anything you need, you can take it first."

Gao Wen walked inside, and it looked exactly the same as when she left.

It was so clean that it reminded her of what Xu Fei had said about Fang Han cleaning frequently.

"Thank you," Gao Wen said to Fang Han.

"Because I'm such a good person, it's only right."

Fang Han's words reminded Gao Wen of the note she had left on the table, and she felt a little embarrassed: "Are you holding a grudge? Are you calling me out?"

Her mind was in turmoil, and she desperately wanted to escape from that environment.

I had no choice but to leave without saying goodbye.

"Absolutely not," Fang Han denied, speaking slowly, "You have your own thoughts, I'm just worried about you."

He was really worried, and he went to see Gao Wen several times just to see her.

Even though netizens photographed her in good condition in the post, Fang Han still wanted to see it with her own eyes.

Upon hearing this, Gao Wen felt a slight tug at her heartstrings. She turned and walked out, saying, "Never mind, I'll clean up next time. It's not a big deal. I just came to see you."

She was just worried about him and wanted to come and see him.

For example, he was also very worried about her.

When Fang Han heard Gao Wen say that, he was deeply moved. As she was about to leave, he put on his clothes and followed her out.

“You don’t need to see me off, it’s cold outside,” Gao Wen said.

Fang Han: "It's nothing."

“You’re still sick,” Gao Wen said again.

Fang Han's eyes remained firm: "It's too late, and I'm worried about leaving the house alone."

Before Gao Wen could say anything more, he opened the door and said, "Let's go, I'll walk you to the entrance of the complex."

Upon hearing this, Gao Wen did not refuse again.

The two went out the door and then entered the elevator.

A family of three entered the room with a stroller, making the space suddenly crowded. Gao Wen kept backing away and squeezed next to Fang Han. He reached out and pushed the stroller forward a little to keep some distance from Gao Wen so that she wouldn't bump into it later.

Gao Wen turned to look at Fang Han, and their eyes met. Her gaze met his clear, dark eyes, and her heart began to race.

She quickly turned her head, looked straight ahead, and her mind went blank for a moment.

Fang Han was no better than Gao Wen; his neck was stiff, and he stood rigidly.

The elevator doors opened on the first floor.

As they left, Gao Wen was momentarily stunned. Fang Han stepped forward, and his hand touched the back of her hand. She recoiled as if she had been electrocuted.

Gao Wen was already embarrassed, but after seeing Fang Han's flushed face, she almost laughed.

She felt that her skin should be much thicker than Fang Han's.

Gao Wen's residential area is not far from here, it's right next door, just a few minutes' walk from the complex.

Fang Han escorted her to the entrance of the residential area and then stopped, showing great tact.

Gao Wen looked at him as he stopped, pointed to the building in front of her, and said with a smile, "I live in 1402 of building seven, it's a small apartment."

Since she took the initiative to find him, she naturally didn't intend to avoid him.

Fang Han hadn't expected Gao Wen to tell him her new address. He was still thinking that she didn't want him to know. After a slight surprise, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, nodding, "I've got it."

"I'm going back now, goodnight." Gao Wen waved and walked inside.

"good evening."

Gao Wen walked a long way, but when she looked back, she saw Fang Han standing there, staring at her.

Her eyes curved into crescent moons as she jogged inside.

Gao Wen returned to her small apartment, opened the door, and found it brightly lit.

After she moved here, she never turned off the lights, day or night; the house was always lit.

Being alone still felt a little lonely, but it was much better than before. Gao Wen even went to the balcony to see if Fang Han was still there, but unfortunately she couldn't see him from this vantage point.

*

The next few days.

Gao Wen was busy revising her thesis; this was the preliminary draft, and she had put in a lot of effort.

Previously, Fang Han would help Gao Wen look up information, and the two of them would go over drafts together in the living room. She always had someone to keep her company. Now, she was all alone, and she felt quite uncomfortable.

With time running out, Gao Wen had to bring her computer to the yoga studio and work overtime during her lunch break to make changes.

In the story, her thesis also ran into problems, making graduation difficult.

Upon realizing this, Gao Wen found it even more unacceptable.

From childhood to adulthood, she has always been of excellent character and academically top-notch. Studying is the first step in her self-discipline. How could she possibly have difficulty graduating?

Of course, she wanted to graduate smoothly from University A, which was her dream school that she had worked so hard to get into.

"I've eaten mochi," Zhang Ni said to Gao Wen with a smile as she opened the door to the break room. "Xiao Yue bought it; she said she'll come to work tomorrow."

Gao Wen was about to refuse, but upon hearing that Lin Siyue had brought her, she reached out and took her: "Where is she?"

“She went to the hospital to see her brother,” Zhang Ni said, eating her dessert. “She said this bakery just opened and the food is really good, so she asked the delivery guy to send us two boxes so we could share them.” After she finished speaking, she specifically said to Gao Wen, “She said she definitely wanted to let Sister Wenwen try it.”

Gao Wen smiled faintly, closed her laptop, and ate in small bites; the taste was indeed quite good.

Seeing the sticker on her computer, Zhang Ni smiled and casually said, "Oh, this is your computer. The money you spent repairing it back then could have bought a new one, right?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ni noticed that Gao Wen's expression was off and immediately stopped talking.

Fang Han was the one who took the computer to be repaired back then, and thinking about their current relationship, she regretted bringing it up.

Fang Han had said that fixing it wouldn't be a hassle and that he wouldn't even ask for money. Hearing Zhang Ni say this, Gao Wen understood perfectly. She replied, "There was a lot of data inside, so we wanted to fix it. Fang Han was a great help."

“I knew there must be important data inside, and my husband even said he'd buy a new one. Fang Gong searched around and finally found someone; his repair skills are excellent, it just took a while,” Zhang Ni said.

Gao Wen ate the mochi in small bites, but couldn't taste anything anymore.

She remembered that Fang Han had delayed for a while, apparently because he was rushing to fix it.

That's just his personality; he always does things quietly.

The rent, the phone, the computer, making him breakfast and dinner, and even herbal tea... She told herself she couldn't owe him too much, but she still owed him so much.

Gao Wen lost interest in revising her thesis. She picked up her phone and saw that Fang Han had sent her two more copies of the thesis materials at some point.

Scrolling up the chat history, all of them were messages he had sent her before. He was very worried. She was "offline" during that time and didn't reply to any of them. Later, he stopped sending messages, saying that he didn't want to bother her and hoped that she would have fun.

Gao Wen propped her chin up and looked at the reports one by one, then she simply made a video call.

After the video call connected, Fang Han was in the stairwell, sitting on the steps, his handsome face appearing on the screen.

"Did I disturb you?" Gao Wen asked.

"No, I don't work at noon." Fang Han shook his head. "It won't bother me."

"I saw the materials you sent, and I'm frantically revising them. I have to go to school this Saturday, and I don't know how long I'll be scolded again." Gao Wen was still a little annoyed when she talked about this.

Fang Han: "Want to come together? I'm going back to school this weekend too."

"Has the project at the school not been finished yet?" Gao Wen asked.

"Soon."

Gao Wen did not resist, and even said, "If I get scolded less, I'll treat you to hot pot in the back alley."

"Looks like we're definitely going to have this hotpot." Fang Han smiled and said slowly, "Consider this meal your apology for leaving without saying goodbye."

"You're bringing this up again," Gao Wen pouted, accusingly. "I think you're definitely doing this on purpose. Fang Han, you're up to no good! I overestimated your kindness!"

Fang Han's lips curled up as he looked at her every smile and frown on the other end of the phone, his eyes filled with tenderness.

*

Saturday.

Gao Wen got up early in the morning to teach Hu Hong a class, and then rushed to school after class.

When she arrived at the school, Fang Han was already waiting for her at the entrance.

He looked at the bag she was carrying; the style seemed somewhat familiar.

“Your mom made me yam and egg drop soup. I didn’t have time to eat it, so I brought it over first,” Gao Wen said, holding up the bag in her hand. “There’s quite a lot of it. I can invite you to eat with me later.”

“Thank you for sharing,” Fang Han continued, “This hibiscus soup was probably made by my dad.”

"Huh? Your mom said she cooked it especially for me," Gao Wen retorted.

Fang Han looked at her and said, "My mom can't cook. She probably found the recipes online and had my dad study them."

Gao Wen: "......"

“This is definitely her heartfelt gift; my dad is just carrying it out.” Fang Han smiled as he took it from her hand.

"I want to go to the first canteen to buy a braised pork bun; I haven't had one in ages," Gao Wen said.

"Let's go." Fang Han walked forward, looking at Gao Wen walking beside him, and handed her another small bag. "I asked a friend to buy a bottle of ointment at the hospital. It's said to be gentle, has a good healing effect, and doesn't leave scars."

Gao Wen looked at the conspicuous scar on the back of her hand, silently accepted the gift, and was deeply moved: "Besides saying thank you, I don't know what else to say to you."

"Then be more careful next time," Fang Han said with a smile. "It was just a small favor."

"What about the computer? Is it a small matter?" Gao Wen asked.

Fang Han didn't expect her to suddenly bring up this topic and didn't react for a moment.

"I know everything. You'd better confess." Gao Wen looked at Fang Han and snorted. "If you don't confess, you won't get to eat braised pork buns, hot pot, or yam and egg drop soup later!"

"This one—"

"Don't lie to me." Gao Wen raised her index finger and held it in front of Fang Han's eyes. "Tell me the truth."

Gao Wen reached too close; she could feel Fang Han's hot breath on her fingers, like a soft feather being stirred. She quickly pulled her hand back, tilted her head slightly to look at him, and narrowed her eyes seriously, her gaze looking very sharp.

Fang Han was distracted by the gaze, yet reluctant to look away: "It took a while to fix the data, but everything else is fine."

"You've put in enough effort to buy several computers, haven't you?" Gao Wen said.

Fang Han: "There's no comparison. You've saved a lot of research papers and written a lot of scraps. You've put a lot of effort into it. I don't want all your effort to be wasted. It's good that it can be repaired."

Gao Wen: "You can't lie to me and say that it didn't cost much money."

"We don't need to argue about this." Fang Han looked at the car approaching from the front, reached out and gave Gao Wen's shoulder a light touch. "You can go inside."

Gao Wen walked inside: "Fang Da, you're such a good person, you're always like this!"

Fang Han pursed his thin lips, his sword-like eyebrows furrowing slightly, as if he felt a sense of helplessness towards this title.

He's not that kind of good-natured person. He only treats her this way.

"I'll treat you to a big steamed bun with soybean paste later," Gao Wen said, leaning unconsciously toward Fang Han.

"good."

......

Gao Wen finally got to eat the delicious soybean paste bun, but it was Fang Han who went to buy it for her.

There were too many people at the stall, and she couldn't squeeze in, so she had to wait outside.

Fang Han bought three, she bought two, and he bought one.

Gao Wen looked at the warm packet of soybean paste in her hand, then at Fang Han who had bought her soy milk to go with it, and couldn't help but smile with her eyes lowered.

She had to restrain her inner joy.