Shen Que had just finished meeting the people he needed to meet and drinking the wine he needed to drink, and he came out almost immediately.
He walked briskly toward the tranquil garden.
The evening breeze carried a faint fragrance of flowers, and he also saw the two intimate figures not far away.
The girl's forearm naturally wrapped around the man's neck, her little face nestled obediently in Cheng Yu's shoulder, a stark contrast to her aloof demeanor in front of him.
Gu Chengyu turned his head and whispered something in her ear, which made her give him a light tap with her hand. She then turned her head and buried her face even deeper, too embarrassed to be seen.
Shen Que stopped in his tracks, even taking two steps back into the corner.
He kept watching them until they disappeared around the corner.
Why is he always the one who arrives late?
He invited her to the banquet today because he wanted to find an opportunity to tell her that Madam Gu's stance had never changed: Chengyu would definitely marry a wealthy heiress of equal social standing.
No matter how much he doted on her, Su Qianqian was ultimately just a mistress who couldn't be seen in public.
But he's different.
Having experienced the absurd events of the previous generation, the Shen family had long since become less prejudiced against legitimate and illegitimate children within the clan.
As for who to marry, as long as they have a good personality, a clean background, and are not too embarrassing, there shouldn't be too much resistance.
His father was a hopeless romantic when he was young, so he wouldn't care who his son married.
He wanted to tell her that if she was willing, he could give her a formal title.
These words had been churning in his mind for a long time, and he had even figured out how to bring them up.
But now...
He looked at the empty swing set, at the high heels on the ground, and all the words he hadn't said stuck in his throat.
He missed another opportunity.
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It's Monday again, and the plane tree leaves on the university campus are scattered all over the ground.
Su Qianqian, wearing a cream-colored sweater and jeans, looked at Qin Yuwei, who was still wearing a cropped hoodie, and couldn't help but ask, "Weiwei, aren't you cold?"
Qin Yuwei tossed her short hair: "What's so cold about it? You'll get used to it."
"Look at those female celebrities, don't they all look like this when they walk the red carpet in the dead of winter?"
"Besides, if those fake girlfriends next to me take an unflattering picture of me, they'll laugh at me to death!"
"Don't worry, Qianqian, I'm perfectly healthy."
As it turned out, only two days had passed since he said that.
Qin Yuwei paid the price; she developed a fever.
He was delirious with fever, but stubbornly insisted that he wouldn't go to the hospital.
Having no other choice, Su Qianqian insisted on taking her to the Zhou family's top private hospital.
After arranging Qin Yuwei's IV drip, Su Qianqian went out to buy her some drinks to soothe her throat.
She hadn't walked two steps when, not far from the corner of the corridor, she heard a gentle male voice: "You're always in such a hurry. The doctor said the chances are slim. Why keep going through all this trouble?"
The other voice was familiar to her, but it lacked its usual nonchalance and was now filled with stubbornness: "What if? We have to give it a try."
"And what if I don't put in my best effort, and you distance yourself from me again like before?"
Is it true?
Su Qianqian stopped and peered out.
Shen Que was pushing a wheelchair, in which sat a man wearing a light-colored sweater. The man's features resembled Shen Que's, but he appeared more gentle.
Even when he was in a wheelchair, there was no trace of gloom on his face; instead, there was a bright smile.
This is... Shen's rarely seen eldest son?
Beside them, in the open consultation room, stood a blond, blue-eyed foreign doctor, with Zhou Yu'an beside him, seemingly discussing something.
Su Qianqian understood instantly.
It turns out that Shen Que had never given up hope of helping his brother stand up again. This time, he must have found some top-notch doctor again, so he immediately brought him here.
Su Qianqian stood at the corner, stunned for a while, and remained motionless for a long time.
The door to the ward not far behind her opened, and Qin Yuwei, slightly dizzy from the fever, poked her head out, pushing the IV stand: "Qianqian, why are you standing still? My IV fluids..."
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