At this time, in the hospital.
Luo Qingyuan had finished her phone call with her two babies and was sitting on the bed working. The food on the bedside table had long since gone cold. She had eaten, but she still didn't have much of an appetite, so she only ate a few bites quickly.
When Duan Ye arrived, he saw Luo Qingyuan sitting on the bed wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a loose hospital gown, diligently handling her work.
They were no longer as vibrant as they were five years ago. Although their appearances remained unchanged, they both seemed to have taken on more of a weathered look.
Noticing someone watching her, Luo Qingyuan didn't even look up: "Aunt Zhang, I don't need anyone watching me here. You can go back to sleep."
After speaking, Luo Qingyuan did not receive a response, but instead heard approaching footsteps.
Then, Luo Qingyuan looked up and saw Duan Ye with his hair slightly disheveled.
He hadn't changed out of his dinner party clothes yet, and after telling Luo Qingyuan, he rushed over shortly after returning home.
Luo Qingyuan was somewhat surprised and also felt a little sorry for him: "Why are you here? Have you eaten yet?"
Duan Ye took off his coat and draped it over the bedside. Then he walked over to her and took the laptop from her hands: "If you're injured, just rest. It's so late, don't work."
Aunt Zhang came in carrying a cup of coffee: "Miss, your coffee..."
Aunt Zhang was an old member of the Luo family and knew Duan Ye. When she saw Duan Ye, she paused for two seconds before walking over and saying, "Hello, Mr. Duan."
Duan Ye glanced at Aunt Zhang and casually took the coffee from her hand: "Okay, I'll stay here tonight. You can go back and rest."
Aunt Zhang was a little confused, and then looked at Luo Qingyuan with a troubled expression.
Luo Qingyuan nodded and smiled gently: "Thank you for your hard work, go back now."
Aunt Zhang responded and turned to leave, thoughtfully closing the ward door behind her.
Luo Qingyuan tacitly declined the coffee in Duan Ye's hand, and of course, Duan Ye didn't intend to give it to her either, taking two sips himself.
Luo Qingyuan: "It's too late tonight, you should drink less coffee."
Duan Ye glanced at her sideways: "You know too?"
Luo Qingyuan guiltily looked away.
"Judging from your appearance, with no one watching you, you probably didn't eat properly either, right?"
Luo Qingyuan instinctively retorted, "No way, I ate what my brother brought..."
Before Luo Qingyuan could finish speaking, Duan Ye opened the cold lunchbox and glanced inside. The food was still lying there perfectly still, and he really couldn't tell that Luo Qingyuan had eaten.
Duan Ye glanced at her, and she lowered her head.
Fortunately, this was a VIP suite, which had everything, so Duan Ye simply put the lunchbox in the microwave to heat it up.
In these few minutes of waiting.
Duan Ye said, "I'll come pick up the child tomorrow and come see you."
“I know you don’t want the child to come to the Duan family for the time being, that’s fine. I’ll stay at the Luo family’s house for the next few days. Anyway, I don’t go back to work until next week, so I’ll have nothing to do.”
Before Luo Qingyuan could say anything, Duan Ye continued, "Don't overthink it. I'm doing this for the child's sake."
Luo Qingyuan's eyes showed some doubt, but Duan Ye avoided the question directly: "I'll go check if the food is heated up yet."
Duan Ye stood up abruptly and walked away with his back to Luo Qingyuan.
Even though Duan Ye's words weren't very pleasant, they still stirred ripples in Luo Qingyuan's heart.
This was the first night the two spent alone together after returning to Kyoto.
They all tacitly stopped talking about that topic from back then, and Luo Qingyuan silently accepted all of Duan Ye's feeding.
As night deepened, Duan Ye curled up on the small bed next to him and went to sleep.
Luo Qingyuan struggled to get off the bed. She moved very gently and slowly, picked up the cane by the bedside, and leaned on it to pick up the blanket that Duan Ye had dropped. Just as she was about to drape it over him, Duan Ye opened his eyes.
In the darkness, with only a sliver of moonlight filtering in from the window, the two gazed at each other with such tender eyes.
Luo Qingyuan's heart and hands trembled slightly.
"I...I just wanted to cover you with a blanket, it's quite cold at night...um..."
Suddenly, Duan Ye's hand pressed against the back of her neck, and he tilted his head back to kiss her lips fiercely.
Luo Qingyuan was so startled that she dropped her cane, making it even harder for her to stand. Duan Ye sat up and pulled her onto his lap.
"No...it's not appropriate..." Luo Qingyuan dodged awkwardly.
“It’s not right. I also wanted to say it wasn’t right when you ran away five years ago. Did you ever give me a chance?”
"Is it inappropriate to say it now? What were you doing back then?"
Luo Qingyuan wanted to explain herself and also wanted to escape, but she was unable to move freely and could only feel the stinging sensation on her lips.
Duan Ye was truly punishing her.
Punish her for all those years she ran away without a care.
Duan Ye is no longer the little boy she used to be who could be coaxed with a few kind words.
Luo Qingyuan's slender waist was pinched painfully, and she tried to shrink back in a sorry state, but she couldn't escape that small area. She was locked in that confined space.
Her injured leg was held down tightly, and she couldn't move it at all.
This intense scene was captured clearly by the camera outside the window.
After a while of commotion, Luo Qingyuan felt completely numb, but Duan Ye still had some sense of propriety and didn't really...
Duan Ye picked her up and was about to put her back on the bed when he heard her weak voice: "I...I need to go to the bathroom."
Duan Ye snorted coldly: "Keep it to yourself."
Luo Qingyuan pitifully clung to his arm: "No, please, everyone needs to use the restroom..."
Duan Ye still didn't want to talk to her.
Luo Qingyuan said weakly, "Otherwise, could you give me your cane?"
Duan Ye turned on the ward light and then saw Luo Qingyuan's flushed face, her slightly bruised lips, and her swollen red lips. She was already in her thirties, and yet her ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed while doing this.
But Luo Qingyuan now doesn't look like someone in their thirties, so pitiful, so disheveled...
How come after five years away, you look even more...like someone I want to bully than you did five years ago?
Duan Ye quickly coughed lightly, looked away, and then walked over and picked up Luo Qingyuan.
Luo Qingyuan exclaimed in surprise, but still clung tightly to Duan Ye's neck.
Duan Ye carried her and strode toward the bathroom: "She's too light, I can't feel her at all."
Luo Qingyuan blushed and stubbornly retorted, "Girls look better when they're thin!"
Duan Ye: "Oh, you think being thinner looks better? We men like a bit of meat on the bones. Pay attention, if you don't eat more, next time it won't be as simple as a torn ligament, you know?"
Luo Qingyuan: "This was an accident..."
"You're really good at making excuses."
"That's how it is..."
Luo Qingyuan couldn't help but bicker with him. Although neither of them said it outright, their hearts were gradually warming up.
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