As Meng Chengli was getting ready for bed that night, he looked at Meng Sheng, who was sitting there typing on her phone, and asked, "Is Ah Sui here?"
Meng Sheng looked surprised. "Not yet, he's on his way. It should take about twenty minutes. You're not going to wait for him to arrive before you go to sleep, are you?"
"Could I possibly be more important to you than seeing your boyfriend?"
Meng Chengli had just taken his medicine. There were two types of medicine that made him sleepy. He yawned and said, "Seeing him is always a good opportunity. Bring him to the hospital whenever you have time so he can talk to me for a while. You can go downstairs after he arrives."
"good."
Meng Sheng's eyebrows curved into a smile, and she rendered a simple musical scale with a sticky, cloying quality.
Meng Chengli fell asleep in about ten minutes. She sat by the bed for a few more minutes before picking up her phone and bag, gesturing to the caregiver, and leaving the ward.
Just as I stepped out of the inpatient department, a familiar figure was approaching under the moonlight.
Meng Sheng paused, her expression faltering as she recalled Ye Shuqiao's words from that afternoon.
Fu Chen likes her...
She found it unlikely.
But when Fu Chen looked over, and their eyes met in the hazy, gentle night, the edifice that had been firmly built collapsed in an instant.
Yes...it's possible.
The image of him explaining the medical equipment used to treat her father kept flashing through her mind, replaying the scene from the last time she was in Fu Chen's office.
Not obvious.
But it seems... it can't stand up to scrutiny and in-depth examination.
In just a few seconds, Fu Chen had already walked up to her.
"Come over and have dinner with Uncle Meng?" Fu Chen asked casually.
Meng Sheng snapped out of her daze the second he stopped, and nodded with a smile, "Yes, you're... home?"
Fu Chen shook the bag in his hand. "Yeah, I went back and got two sets of clothes."
The atmosphere froze as soon as she finished speaking. She hadn't felt this way before; it all seemed quite natural. But now, even a second of silence made her feel so awkward she wanted to pick her toes.
"Then I'll be going now," she said, bidding farewell.
There's really no way to verify it, and there's no need to verify it; just keep it in mind.
We should keep our distance from each other in the future and know how to avoid suspicion.
Fu Chen sensed the deliberate distance emanating from her. She had always kept her distance from him, but they had maintained a boundary as friends.
He knew exactly where her politeness and courtesy fell short, so when her aloofness exceeded that point, he sensed something was wrong.
This is to avoid suspicion.
His heart was suddenly stabbed, and a subtle pain rose within him.
He awkwardly tugged at the corners of his lips, a dark and disappointed look settling in his gentle and profound eyes, as if the air in his chest was being slowly drawn away.
It was both painful and suffocating.
Every two steps he took toward Meng Sheng, she would unconsciously force him back one step. In all this time, he hadn't even taken ten steps.
She is still quite a distance away.
But Pei Sui could be both near and far; with just one step, he could easily stand beside her and rightfully take her hand.
He was like an anonymous thief; all those so-called thoughts and feelings were stolen.
Not worth mentioning.
The air on a summer night is filled with the coolness of falling starlight, dispelling some of the daytime heat.
Suddenly, a breeze swept by, carrying with it a faint fragrance of camellias.
He felt a sense of relief and, watching the beautiful figure brush past him, called out, "Meng Sheng."
Meng Sheng stopped and turned to look at him, her face still bearing a faint, natural, and dazzling smile. "Hmm? What's wrong? Is there anything else?"
Fu Chen turned around and looked at her quietly. "Did Ye Shuqiao come to see you this afternoon?"
Meng Sheng's heart skipped a beat. Her red lips were tightly pursed, but there was no awkwardness or embarrassment on her face, and her gaze was open and honest.
"Yes, they said they came to apologize to me."
Fu Chen said, "Are you free now? Let's talk?"
Meng Sheng was taken aback. Looking at his expression, she roughly guessed what he was going to say.
After that complex feeling was soothed, she became calm.
What must be faced, must be faced.
It's better to make things clear now than to awkwardly avoid each other when we meet again in the future.
After all, Fu Chen was her father's attending physician, and he still had a long recovery period, at least three or four months. As a family member, she would inevitably run into him.
If we run into each other, it's not right to remain silent and not communicate, is it?
This is obviously unrealistic.
Therefore, we cannot avoid situations where our toes can dig into the ground.
She agreed.
Fu Chen asked one more question, "Would you like coffee?"
Meng Sheng shook her head, "No need, I'll have trouble sleeping at night if I drink coffee."
Fu Chen withdrew his gaze and remained silent.
The two didn't go far. They sat on a bench by the flower bed not far from the hospital building, one on each side, with the bag in Fu Chen's hand in the middle, leaving some space between them.
The hospital was quiet at night, without a trace of noise or disturbance.
Even the wind was gentle and comfortable.
In the silence, time seemed to stand still.
Meng Sheng gazed at the distant night sky dotted with a few remaining stars, and the light in her eyes gradually faded.
I wonder what he's thinking.
"Did Ye Shuqiao tell you everything?" Fu Chen broke the silence.
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