The group exchanged glances, nodded hesitantly, and then went back to their posts, trying to play the role of those who knew nothing.
As Tu Hengchuan entered the private room, the laughter inside suddenly stopped.
Everyone turned to look at him simultaneously, their intuition telling them that something was wrong.
Why are you staring at me like that?
Since they were all acquaintances, Tu Hengchuan simply took off his mask, revealing his handsome face.
Tu Ling quietly nudged Lin Hejing, who forced a smile and walked over.
"It's been too long since we've seen our big star. In just a few months, our A-Chuan has become more and more handsome, almost as handsome as me."
As Lin Hejing spoke, she reached out and put her arm around Tu Hengchuan's shoulder, patting his shoulder with her other hand in praise.
Tu Hengchuan remained silent, his suspicious gaze fixed on his face.
He was fine when he didn't speak, but once he started talking, he felt even more uneasy.
From childhood to adulthood, when has Brother Hejing ever praised him?
Looking at Tu Ling over there, she didn't even dare to look him in the eye, which made him feel even worse.
What do they want to do after they tricked themselves into coming here?
Tu Hengchuan withdrew his gaze, a smile appearing on his face, and said to Lin Hejing, "Really?"
Seeing him smile, Lin Hejing breathed a sigh of relief and gave an "OK" sign to the people behind her back.
Tu Hengchuan walked straight towards Tu Ling, and seeing that she dared not look him in the eye, his smile deepened.
"Here, I bought this for you."
Seeing the hand holding the velvet box extended in front of her, Tu Ling was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "What?"
"It's your birthday today, so of course it's a birthday present. See if you like it."
"Oh, right!"
Tu Ling belatedly realized what was happening, took the box, and opened it to find a pair of earrings inlaid with rubies.
Like naturally formed blood and tears, it shines beautifully under the light.
Tu Hengchuan didn't expose her lie. He walked to the other side and sat down, intending to see what surprises awaited him at this so-called birthday party.
The atmosphere froze for a moment. The others looked at each other, their minds completely blank the moment they saw Tu Hengchuan take out the birthday gift.
Isn't this just a formality? They didn't prepare any birthday gifts.
...
Looking at the stagnant traffic ahead, Su Ping felt a headache coming on.
She's been stuck here for half an hour. She heard there was a traffic accident ahead, and she doesn't know how much longer she'll be stuck.
I wish she hadn't gone this way.
Feeling a bit bored, she took out her phone and sent a message to Tu Ling before scrolling through her WeChat Moments.
Suddenly, her finger stopped sliding down the screen. On the page was a photograph of a man with long, slender hands resting on a hospital bed, his skin pale and sickly.
There was tape on the back of his hand; he was receiving an IV drip.
Su Ping could hardly believe her eyes and couldn't help but take another look at the profile picture and nickname.
What the hell? Why would Shen Jiayu post something like that on his WeChat Moments?
Her first thought was that his account had been hacked, but after her gaze fell on the mole near his knuckle, she was certain that the hand belonged to him.
Because his hands were very beautiful, Su Ping took a few extra glances at them and naturally didn't miss his red mole.
Because that mole was red, like cinnabar.
This touch of red is like the Buddhist prayer beads that a Buddhist disciple never lets go of, carrying a sense of restraint and taboo.
The image of him wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a suit and shirt buttoned all the way up, involuntarily resurfaced in my mind; he was clearly meticulous.
Having such hands gives people the impression that they are very skilled.
Because she was wearing glasses, she hadn't been able to see the other pair of eyes clearly. If she took off her glasses…
Su Ping was startled by her own thought, and her hand slipped, giving him a thumbs up.
When I wanted to back out, I felt it was pointless, so I just let it go.
Since it was posted for people on WeChat Moments to see anyway, I'm sure I wasn't the only one who liked it, right?
Unbeknownst to her, Shen Jiayu, who was sitting on the hospital bed holding his phone, almost dropped it when he saw a red dot light up on his WeChat Moments.
This was the first time he had ever felt this way—this feeling of being moved by someone, of his emotions changing with her.
So, after his gastroenteritis relapsed, he inexplicably posted this message on his WeChat Moments that was only visible to her.
As expected, she saw it and even gave herself a thumbs up.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.
The next second, another red dot notification appeared.
He could even hear his heart pounding when he saw that red dot. Did she see that he was in the hospital and care about him?
Suddenly, he felt his hand holding the phone tremble slightly, and he couldn't help but smile.
He himself found it somewhat unbelievable that he, who could talk about multi-billion dollar projects without batting an eye, would become so nervous because she commented on his WeChat Moments.
What could it be? Should I tell him to take care of himself?
Shen Jiayu squinted, feeling both nervous and excited.
After several seconds of mental preparation, he finally opened the unread message on his WeChat Moments.
But after seeing the topmost post, I was dumbfounded.
At the same time, the door to the ward was pushed open from the outside.
A man in a white coat walked in, a gossipy smile on his face, and asked, "Unbelievable! What did I just see? You actually posted something like that on your WeChat Moments."
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