The smell of disinfectant in the hospital made people gag.
Ying Qian went to the hospital as if she were at home, handling the procedures with ease, so the whole process didn't take long.
The doctor treated Lu Ziran's wounds, but he then fell into a coma due to excessive emotional distress and needed emergency treatment in the examination room.
The two people outside the door chatted casually as if it were none of their business.
Chen Wenzhi's expression was complicated. "Did you used to come to the hospital often?"
“It was more than just often!” Ying Qian emphasized. “I used to practically live at the hospital! I never left it all year round, so I had to take a break from school for a period of time.”
These words gradually settled in Chen Wenzhi's heart. His gaze was imperceptible as he pressed down on her shoulder, whether out of heartache or something else, he didn't know.
"Feeling sorry for me?" Her smile deepened. "There's no need. Aren't I standing right in front of you now?"
"You must have needed a lot of heartache in the past."
His eyes flickered, a hint of pity flashing across them.
Ying Qian's smile froze for a moment, but quickly returned to normal. She casually recounted the past: "You're right. Back then, no one was willing to care about me. They only cared about who would pay for the expenses and who would support me, this burden."
Chen Wenzhi remained silent for a long time before slowly embracing her.
She nestled in Chen Wenzhi's arms, feeling incredibly safe, though she was starting to feel sleepy.
A young man sat on a cold bench in the corridor, holding a sleeping girl in his arms.
Ren Yi asked someone to contact Lu Ziran's parents, but they were too busy, so the housekeeper came instead.
The butler paced anxiously around Lu Ziran on the hospital bed, muttering repeatedly, "Why isn't Young Master Ziran awake yet... What should we do, what should we do..."
The butler's black suit stood out conspicuously under the cold white light.
When he saw Chen Wenzhi, who was leisurely approaching with his arm around someone, he bowed repeatedly and kept saying thank you.
Chen Wenzhi put his index finger to his lips, signaling him to be quiet.
The butler then noticed the person in his arms, immediately fell silent, added his contact information, transferred all the medical expenses to him, and even transferred an extra two hundred.
There was nothing to shirk or explain. After saying his piece, Chen Wenzhi left. He kept a close eye on the person in his arms, who was sleeping soundly.
He wanted to hail a taxi after leaving the hospital, but his phone was dead. He paused for a moment, then reached out and grabbed Ying Qian's phone. When he saw the password, his fingers trembled slightly.
Then, he quickly entered a string of numbers.
The phone was unlocked successfully; it was his birthday.
really.
A handsome smile played on his lips, its meaning ambiguous.
While waiting for the bus, he saw several missed calls, with the contact name: Brother.
He thought for a moment, turned off the screen, hugged the person in his arms even tighter, and didn't do anything else.
After getting into the taxi, he borrowed Ying Qian's phone to call his mother.
"Who is it? Why aren't you sleeping at this hour?" The voice on the other end was furious.
"Mom, it's me." He said calmly, pondering whether or not to apologize.
He never thought he was wrong to treat his cousin, but Ms. Zhao's five 60-second voice messages made him feel guilty.
I thought Mom would be furious about my cousin's situation, but to my surprise, she sighed, said nothing, and simply said, "Come home and go to sleep early. But as long as you don't do anything immoral, it's okay if you don't come home at night..."
He leaned back in his seat and breathed a sigh of relief.
The girl in his arms stirred, her round eyes opening, still hazy.
The exquisitely sculpted face from her dream appeared before her eyes. She reached out and tugged at it, grinning foolishly as she asked herself, "Am I dreaming? What's Chen Wenzhi doing here?"
Chen Wenzhi let her do as she pleased, and replied in a soft voice, "I wasn't dreaming. It's me, Chen Wenzhi."
“Yes, it’s true, it’s true…” She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fluffy hair nestling in the crook of his neck. “Take me home… Chen Wenzhi…”
The frizzy hair at his collarbone and her delicate plea were like feathers, tickling his heart.
He was about to succumb; if Ying Qian just looked up and said one more silly thing, he would be completely defeated.
I don't know when it started, but I've become so useless.
Just looking at her evoked a strange feeling within me.
She stretched her legs around Chen Wenzhi's waist and pulled him down into a deep embrace, as if it were her overstepping her bounds, it didn't matter...
Anyway, it's a case of Zhou Yu beating Huang Gai – one is willing to hit and the other is willing to be hit.
Chen Wenzhi instinctively raised his hand to protect Ying Qian; such recklessness would inevitably lead to injury sooner or later.
"Why are you so clingy..." he complained softly.
Ying Qian buried her head in his chest and hummed out a complete sentence: "No one wanted me to cling to them before, but now that I do, I have to make the most of it, right?"
"Whatever you want..." he said with a smile.
When Ying Qian woke up again, it was already past eight in the morning. Sunlight gradually spilled onto the floor, making the dust particles in the air clearly visible.
With her phone charging on the bedside table, Ying Qian rubbed her eyes, checked the time, and suddenly sat up.
Who am I? Where am I?
With so many questions swirling in her mind, she rushed out of the room.
The sound of the kitchen range hood calmed her down.
She stood at the kitchen doorway, and after confirming she wasn't dreaming, she turned to brush her teeth. Meng Beiyan's tall figure loomed over her, and he rubbed her forehead, his voice still cool and aloof: "Awake?"
"Yes, I'm awake."
It must be because he had taken a nap that Meng Beiyan looked much better.
While brushing her teeth, she suddenly noticed her pajamas.
What?!
So who helped her change her clothes? It couldn't be...
She peeked out and looked suspiciously at Meng Beiyan, who was working hard in an apron.
No way!
With a loud bang, Ying Qian was stunned as if struck by lightning, standing there in the distance. When she rinsed her mouth, she almost choked on a mouthful of water.
She coughed as she washed her face, rushed to Meng Beiyan's side, and asked with wide eyes, "Brother! Did you help me change my clothes last night? Why don't I remember at all!"
The man paused slightly, narrowed his eyes, then smiled and patted the top of her head: "It wasn't me. My mom came last night. She helped you take a bath and change your clothes."
"Then I must be such a pig..." Ying Qian wailed, clutching her head. "I don't remember anything, except that I slept very well..."
Upon hearing this, Meng Beiyan's smile deepened, but his gaze remained as sharp and emotionless as ever.
Ying Qian was already used to his indifferent attitude, and tugged at his apron to ask, "So how did I get home last night?"
“That boy brought it back.” His smile gradually faded. “It was already past one in the morning when it got back.”
"Oh..." she pouted, "So you've been waiting for me to come back all this time?"
Meng Beiyan nodded. "Mm."
Meng Beiyan looked at Ying Qian's phone last night and found that all the missed calls had been read. He immediately guessed who had looked at it and the password, which was a string of numbers written on the back of the calendar on her bedside table.
However, the date was just circled, without any name written on it.
He remarked with emotion, "The child has grown up."
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