Chapter 101: Discharge from the Hospital
Chapter 101: Discharge from the Hospital
Fu Yanjing was discharged from the hospital half a month later. During this period, although Wen Jin did not need to accompany him 24 hours a day, she would rush to the hospital after work.
In fact, she couldn't help at all when she went to the hospital.
At most, she would sit in the ward for a while, letting Fu Yanjing do whatever he wanted to her, like washing fruit or getting hot water, before rushing back to walk the dog.
Fu Yanjing's gaze swept over him like a knife. "Wen Jinye, look carefully. The one lying in bed sickly and needing care right now is me, not a dog."
"You...?" Wen Jin's clear eyes were filled with doubt and disbelief.
What is he arguing about with a dog?
Besides, "How can a sickly person speak with such a strong voice?"
With that questioning and dissatisfied attitude, one might think Wen Jin had also broken a taboo.
"Perfunctory." Fu Yanjing glanced at Wen Jinye, his calm tone leaving no room for interpretation. "I'll be discharged tomorrow, you can be free now."
Given Wen Jin's recent understanding of Fu Yanjing, she knows he's probably thinking to himself again that she's heartless and an ingrate.
She objectively stated a fact: "There's really nothing I can do."
She was neither a doctor nor a professional caregiver, yet many people flocked to her even to keep Fu Yanjing company.
During his hospitalization, anyone who heard even the slightest rumor would receive a visit from Fu Yanjing in his hospital room as a gesture of concern.
Even Xu Xiangbai was amused, saying, "I didn't know you had so many filial sons and grandsons in Jiangbei."
Fu Yanjing hated this kind of hypocritical flattery the most, and Xu Xiangbai's words clearly showed that he was looking for trouble.
The fact that even this little bit of news got out is partly thanks to Xu Xiangbai's big mouth.
Fu Yanjing scoffed, annoyed, "Yes, you're the most unfilial one here."
People came to visit him so many times they almost wore out the door of the ward. Fu Yanjing was about to be discharged when he finally arrived.
Xu Xiangbai wasn't ashamed at all. "I only make a dazzling appearance at important moments. You were discharged from the hospital today, and I came to pick you up without stopping."
As the sunset faded outside the window, the sky turned a deep, rich blue, and the streetlights below the hospital building lit up in rows.
Fu Yanjing's hospital room had already been prepared, but he just sat lazily on the sofa, showing no intention of moving.
Xu Xiangbai sensed something was wrong. "What's going on? You've grown attached to this place, you're treating it like home?"
There was a knock on the ward door.
Fu Yanjing's eyes immediately swept over, but the person who came was his assistant.
The man's eyes flickered slightly.
The assistant hesitated before speaking, "Boss, should we wait any longer?"
Although we don't know what we're waiting for, we all have to stay here until the boss tells us to leave.
This hospital isn't exactly a pleasant place.
Besides, someone from Hong Kong just called to ask if the boss had been discharged from the hospital, so he reluctantly came in to ask.
Dusk was falling.
Fu Yanjing's phone rang; Wen Jin had sent a message:
I won't be going tonight. My discharge went smoothly.
The words were spoken with both politeness and hypocrisy.
Fu Yanjing gave a listless smile, "I'm not waiting."
It was one thing for him to leave earlier and earlier each day, but on the day he was discharged from the hospital, he simply stopped coming altogether.
An ingrate is an ingrate.
Xu Xiangbai sensed something was wrong and clung to the screen like a leech, trying to peek at the text on the screen, but Fu Yanjing locked the screen first.
He didn't see it, but he made a basic deduction.
"You're not waiting for reporter Wen, are you?"
The man's face remained expressionless as he casually uttered two words: "No."
He and Wen Jin were in the same car when they were involved in a car accident, and he protected her at the critical moment.
Wen Jin visited the hospital as many times as she stayed there.
Although Xu Xiangbai was not physically present, he was very well-informed.
"Ah Jing, are you planning to reconcile with Reporter Wen?"
Fu Yanjing paused almost imperceptibly as he put his phone away, but that tiny moment was not enough to betray his fluctuating emotions, nor did it alert Xu Xiangbai to anything amiss.
He slightly raised the corner of his lips and asked a seemingly irrelevant question, "Are you doing quite well at your new entertainment company lately?"
Xu Xiangbai didn't understand at first, and after a couple of seconds, he heard Fu Yanjing continue speaking in a cold tone:
"He exudes the aura of a paparazzi, steeped in gossip."
Xu Xiangbai choked, "I'm just worried about your love life."
"You can't even understand your own problems."
Her romantic history is so extensive it could fill a two-volume book; she could spend an entire night reading it herself, and she still had time to inquire about others' love lives.
Xu Xiangbai was completely speechless.
He assumed it was just a passing fancy and didn't bother answering the pointless question.
After all, the person in the world who could make Fu Yanjing fall into the sea of love has probably not been born yet.
The grass near the nest is stirring with life, while outside, a hundred flowers are blooming in vibrant colors.
Fu Yanjing doesn't seem like the type to go back to an ex.
But he has been behaving rather strangely lately.
"Ah Jing, no one has cast any love spells on you, has anyone?"
Fu Yanjing stood up and walked out calmly without answering his question. "If you don't leave, I'll let you stay in this ward."
"Damn it." Xu Xiangbai got up and went to him. "Couldn't you leave me something good?"
"Oh, by the way, I came here to ask if you're going to my grandma's 70th birthday banquet. It's not a high-profile event, it's very low-key, and I heard that many of her students are coming to celebrate."
“If you don’t come, I’m afraid she’ll pressure me to get married and have children in front of so many people. I haven’t had enough fun yet. Besides, my grandmother has students all over the world, but she herself has bitter experiences. I don’t want to be squeezed into a group of refined social elites and psychological experts.”
"And what if my grandma suddenly gets excited and gives me a consultation with specialists, and all my secrets are exposed? In front of my grandma's favorite student, wouldn't they see right through me?"
Fu Yanjing replied casually, "What could I change if I went?"
The Fu and Xu families were old friends.
It's good to have a bond with the older generation.
The relationship between Fu Yanjing's grandmother and Xu Xiangbai's grandmother is even more extraordinary. They have always had a relationship where they are both afraid that their best friend is suffering and afraid that their best friend is driving a Land Rover.
When we were young, we compared looks and education; after we got married, we compared husbands, families, and children.
Later on, they started comparing their grandsons.
Xu Xiangbai asked himself honestly, and realized that he and Fu Yanjing were pursuing different things.
He is shrewd and capable, making a fortune every day, and is very adept at navigating the business world.
As for myself, I only want to do what I like. I have the ability to do business, but I yearn for that kind of decadent lifestyle of indulging in frivolous pursuits.
This kind of hedonistic lifestyle is so great!
Xu Xiangbai replied slowly, "My grandma is quite old but still likes female rivalry. She definitely wouldn't make fun of me in front of you, otherwise what's the difference between that and exposing my shortcomings? If your grandma brags about it on the phone, the old lady will probably be so angry that she won't be able to sleep for most of the night."
Thinking of the old lady in Northern Europe who was accompanying her grandfather to recuperate, Fu Yanjing rubbed his temples and smiled helplessly.
It was clear that he agreed with Xu Xiangbai's words.
That bond is stronger than gold; even if it were faked, no one could match it.
"Sure."
He showed great mercy.
After all, I had heard a few months ago that the old lady had inquired with several auction houses, just waiting to spend a fortune to acquire an authentic work by Wu Daozi.
Looking back now, I think they probably prepared this gift a long time ago.
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