Chapter 66 09.29/He likes you very much
Wan Ting came out of Chu Song's house and received a call from Fan Tingnian.
It rained the day before, and it was drizzling a little more this evening. The ground downstairs was wet, with potholes full of water.
Wan Ting motioned for his subordinates to follow him, and with steady steps, he skirted the puddles. "Miss Chu Song said that if you're sick, you should go to the hospital and get medicine."
“…”
"Anything else?" the young man asked calmly from the other side.
Wan Ting paused and told him the unpleasant truth: "No, sir."
There was another two seconds of silence on the other end. "She didn't say anything about coming to visit me, or calling to ask about the situation?"
"She said if you're really worried about yourself, you can install a surveillance system for yourself at night to monitor your physical condition at all times."
“…”
"Okay, got it."
Ten minutes later, Fan Tingnian came out of his house. The community where Chu Song lived was not very new. It was a house built a few years ago. The ceiling lights in the corridor were old and had poor contact recently, so they often flickered.
When he just came out, the puppy he kept at home followed him out. Now it was standing at his feet, wagging its tail, and looking diagonally across the street with him.
He stared at that place for a while, then crossed his arms and paced back and forth slowly.
Chu Song didn't let him go across, upstairs or downstairs, so he never left the area in front of his door.
He walked slowly, dressed in black, and paced back and forth under the occasional flickering corridor lights, which soon attracted a call from the property management.
The call was to Fan Tingnian who was pacing.
A very young voice, obviously belonging to a property management clerk, said, "Hello, is this Mr. Fan who lives in 1302?"
The man stopped and said in a slightly lower voice, "Yes."
The voice from the property management opposite was a little uncertain: "We saw from the surveillance that there is a man in black clothes hanging around your door for half an hour. I'd like to ask if you have any friends coming over, or if we need to call the police?"
Fan Tingnian turned sideways and stepped out from the shadows. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at the surveillance camera not far away: "It's me."
"What?" The person on the other end was visibly surprised. After seeing the surveillance footage and realizing what he was talking about, he asked for confirmation, "Are you saying that was you?"
There are only two surveillance cameras in the corridor, neither of which is in front of Fan Tingnian's door. The images are a bit blurry, so the property management staff really couldn't see it.
The property manager paused, spoke to the staff member next to him, and then said, "Is there something wrong? Because there are other residents living on your floor... We are responsible for the safety of every resident."
"The resident on this floor is my fiancé," the man said, then changed his tone, "It's my girlfriend."
"Ah?" The property staff couldn't help but exclaim in surprise again.
"We had a fight and are now living separately."
Two minutes later, the property management hung up the phone, but before hanging up, the other party tactfully stated that even if they were a couple, they hoped he would go back to his own house for a while and not stay in the corridor.
The man was silent for a long time, then responded as if it was a blessing, opened the door and went back to his house.
He walked in and closed the door behind him. The little guy who had just followed him out followed him in again, stepped on the ground with his four paws and circled around him twice.
The man was wearing black silk pajamas, the fabric soft. He lowered his eyes to look for a moment, then slid down to the door. He had a gloomy face, half-crouched on the ground, and put his right hand on the dog's head, rubbing it. "She doesn't want us anymore."
On the other side, Chu Song, the "girlfriend who had a quarrel and separated from him", had just dragged all the boxes sent by Wan Ting to the living room with great effort.
Wan Ting sent a lot of things, but maybe the person who packed them didn't understand enough, most of the things in the box were bought for her by Fan Tingnian, and there were very few things she actually took with her that she still needed.
Especially some of them, the keyboard was taken by her but the mouse was left behind. It would be better not to take it at all. It was very uncomfortable to take half of it, and she had to go over again.
The items in the box were taken out one by one and spread out on the sofa and the floor. Chu Song looked around with his hands on his hips. He was still worried that Fan Tingnian had put a surveillance device inside.
She walked back and forth, circling those things and shouting a few times: "Fan Tingnian, Fan Tingnian? If you secretly stuff it in, I will really be very angry..."
After confirming that there was nothing, she moved the clothes and items to the bedroom and storage room and sorted them out.
After coming out of the storage room, she thought about it and called Li Xianran, a colleague in the group.
Li Xianran got married two years ago. Her husband is her childhood sweetheart who is two years older than her. He now works at the Second People's Hospital in Beicheng.
Li Xianran picked up the phone quickly.
Chu Song was tired from packing clothes, so he lay on the sofa and picked up a pillow to cushion his body.
"Xianran...are you home?" She felt a little embarrassed to disturb her so late.
"Yes, what's the matter? Is it the plan we had to adjust at today's meeting? I've already sorted it out."
"No, it's just a personal matter of mine."
Li Xianran responded twice, and seemed to sit down somewhere as well: "What's wrong, tell me?"
Chu Song took the phone from his ear and looked at the memo he had typed while Wan Ting was talking that night: "I just want to ask... a cold is accompanied by a sore throat and fever, but also muscle weakness, loss of appetite, migraines... and occasionally joint and stomach discomfort. What is this disease?"
Li Xianran had been with her husband for many years and was familiar with some basic ailments. After hearing Chu Song's words, she was a little puzzled: "Is the illness so complicated?"
"Ah, yes." Chu Song also felt strange.
"Wait a moment, I'll ask for you."
Two minutes later, Li Xianran came over and picked up the phone she had just placed on the coffee table. "I've asked around for you, and it's rare for someone to have such a complex mix of illnesses. If that's the case, and other organs are fine, the muscle aches are probably from a cold, and the migraines are probably from work pressure and mental tension... Simply put, your health is just too poor."
"Yeah, I see. So it's no big deal, right?" Or maybe the patient just made it up.
"Oh, by the way, my husband also said that it could be due to a bad mood. The patient's bad mental state, anxiety, depression, and overthinking may also cause constant pain in the body."
“.........” Chu Song got up from the sofa, “I understand.”
Two days later, Chu Song asked Wan Ting in advance on the phone, and went to the flat where Fan Tingnian originally lived to get his things.
She had a set of travel cutlery at Fan Tingnian's place, a "package" that had been packed and sent to her two days ago. Even in this set of travel cutlery, there were only chopsticks but no spoon - Chu Song now suspected that he did it on purpose.
When she arrived, Wan Ting was already there.
I didn't notice when I saw him two days ago, but Wan Ting's hair had turned a lot grayer than when I saw him in Milan two months ago. He was still wearing the same black suit he always wore, and he had the elegant and gentlemanly temperament of an Italian.
After he opened the door, he took a step to the side and motioned Chu Song to come in.
The temperature had risen in the past two days, so Chu Song changed into a very warm gray wool coat. When she entered the house, she took off her scarf and glanced in the direction of the house.
Two aunts were busy in the living room.
Wan Ting waited for her to hang up her clothes, then turned around and led her in. "The master is not here. He knew you didn't want to see him, so he left as soon as he knew you were coming."
Chu Song was walking two steps behind Wan Ting. When he heard Wan Ting say this, he looked up at him, frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "It's not that I don't want to see him, but he has been using abnormal methods... to monitor me, which makes me very uncomfortable. He can't do this."
The two of them had already walked to the storage room on the first floor. Wan Ting turned on the light at the door and motioned Chu Song to go in.
Except for the bedroom and study, her aunt helped her organize the items that were missed in other places.
"Then you should tell him," Wan Ting smiled gently, "He really doesn't know whether you don't want to see him or just hate him as a person."
Chu Song just walked to the shelf and turned to look over.
Because the storage room contained many of her personal belongings, Wan Ting tactfully did not follow her in, but simply stood at the doorway. "He's a very pure person. It's not that he's stupid or has low emotional intelligence."
Chu Song's hand loosened from the shelf: "I know."
He held a solo sculpture exhibition in Switzerland at the age of nineteen, and one of his exhibits was auctioned for over 100 million yuan. At the age of twenty-four, he obtained two doctorates from the top art school in London. It took him only two years to take over all the businesses of the family consortium, which convinced everyone. How could he have any problems with his IQ or EQ?
Wan Ting smiled, nodded, and was silent for two seconds before continuing, "Everyone in his family is an artist. It might be because of the genes. He had autistic tendencies before the age of eight. When he was eight, he was in a car accident. It was the work of someone in the family who was fighting for power. The uncle who tricked him into going there was very kind to him since he was a child. He was the only person he was willing to talk to. Later, I found out that his kindness to him in the beginning was just to prevent him from getting into an accident when he was eight years old."
Because the outer room had not been occupied for a long time, the aunt was cleaning it and occasional noises could be heard.
Wan Ting was still recalling and speaking these words slowly. These were not what Fan Tingnian asked him to say, but what he wanted to tell Chu Song.
"Later, for his safety, his family asked him to move to the seaside. He likes it there and has lived there ever since."
"He's very smart and can see through everything, but he doesn't like the intrigues among his family. He says humans are very complicated animals and not pure at all."
"He's a loner and autistic. He's someone you can just walk into and take away with you just by snapping your fingers."
Wan Ting finally paused for a moment when he spoke here. He sighed softly, still smiling, and looked over: "Chu Song, you took him away."
"He likes you very much, but he doesn't know how to express it."
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