Chapter 40 Why do you keep comparing him to me! ...
There was a moment of silence in the ward.
Yun Jin didn't expect to be discovered so quickly, but she didn't intend to hide it. Since he asked, she nodded and admitted it.
Still so composed.
Hua Cheng was so angry he felt like lemons were turning into strong liquor, but he was still amused by her generous attitude. However, his expression quickly turned bitter after he had just laughed.
The ward fell silent once again.
Yun Jin pulled up a chair and sat down next to him, while also tidying up the bedside table.
Hua Cheng watched her quietly as she took his temperature, peeled an orange, and tucked him in. Suddenly, he agreed with Fatty's assessment of him.
He is indeed a bit neurotic.
I felt a mix of emotions, both sour and sweet, and at the same time, I inexplicably felt sorry for her.
Yes, I feel sorry for her, not for myself.
That's insane! She's safe, healthy, rich, and beautiful, with a stable marriage and extramarital affairs, and he, a guy who might soon become blind, dead, or in a vegetative state, is actually feeling sorry for her.
He understands the reasoning behind it, but he still feels sorry for her.
Hua Cheng imagined all sorts of things, and when Yun Jin looked at him again, his eyes were red.
"Are you about to cry?" Yun Jin touched his eyelids, and the lingering scent of oranges on her fingertips immediately filled his eyes.
Hua Cheng turned his face away, pouting, "No way."
As soon as I finished speaking, an orange segment was placed on my lips; it was cool and refreshing.
Hua Cheng held on for three seconds, then couldn't hold back and opened his mouth to catch it.
"Is it sweet?" Yun Jin asked.
Hua Cheng: "Sour."
Yun Jin: "Very sour?"
Hua Cheng hesitated, wanting to say something, but when he met Yun Jin's gaze, he couldn't help but swallow his words.
After several attempts, he finally spoke: "You..."
He had barely uttered a word when Yun Jin suddenly leaned down and kissed him on the lips.
It was a light, casual kiss, barely even a kiss, just a touch. They'd done far more intimate things countless times, but Hua Cheng was still momentarily aroused.
As for the words that were barely coherent, they've long since flown away to who knows where.
"It's obviously sweet." The culprit was still stuck on the topic of orange flavor.
Hua Cheng was both annoyed and amused; the sweet and sour moments had created a chaotic and dramatic scene.
After a while, he moved to the opposite side of her, making room for one person, and then silently lifted the blanket.
Yun Jin climbed onto the bed and lay down next to him. Hua Cheng immediately stretched out his arm and pulled her tightly into his embrace.
Like the mortise and tenon structure made by an old carpenter, it fits perfectly with a click.
The two of them stopped moving.
The IV drip was still slowly dripping down, flowing gently into the veins on the back of Huacheng's hand through the tubing.
Hua Cheng stared at the dripping pot for a long time before asking softly, "Can I see him?"
Yun Jin didn't speak.
Hua Cheng turned his head and looked at her: "Since you can't let go of him so much... then don't force yourself. But I still need to meet him and know what kind of person he is."
Yun Jin: "Didn't you already decide what kind of person he is?"
Hua Cheng coughed lightly: "Those are all my guesses, they don't count."
Yun Jin glanced at him, while Hua Cheng looked completely innocent.
After a moment of silence, Yun Jin said, "You two can't meet."
"Why?" Hua Cheng frowned, his expression darkening as he considered a possibility. "Are you afraid I'll bully him?"
Yun Jin: "No."
"Then why?"
Yun Jin pondered how to explain this to him.
Before she could make up her mind, Hua Cheng saw her slightly furrowed brows and couldn't help but give in: "Fine, I won't see him... but you can at least talk to me about him, right?"
Although she didn't know why he suddenly changed his mind, Yun Jin naturally agreed since there was no need to try to explain anymore: "What do you want to hear?"
"How did you two meet?" Hua Cheng started the conversation.
Yun Jin: "Bar."
"He hit on you?" Hua Cheng frowned. "A man who randomly hits on people in a bar is no good."
Yun Jin: "I was the one who struck up a conversation with him."
Hua Cheng was taken aback, a sour feeling creeping over him.
"Am I not a good person?" Yun Jin seemed to be deep in thought.
Hua Cheng retorted without hesitation, "I'm talking about men. Are you a man?"
"no."
“So you are a brave baby,” Hua Cheng said earnestly.
Yun Jin: "..."
Although she was used to his double standards, she was speechless for a second.
Hua Cheng realized his mistake and quickly moved on to the next topic: "You struck up a conversation, and then what?"
"His reaction was very cold..."
"Is he out of his mind?!" Before Yun Jin could finish speaking, Hua Cheng launched into a tirade, "Who does he think he's being cold to? You're Yun Jin!"
Yun Jin looked at him expressionlessly: "Do you still want to hear what I have to say?"
Hua Cheng instantly lost his composure: "Speak..."
Yun Jin: "He was very cold, so I went there a few more times and became his regular customer."
Old customer... customer?
Hua Cheng noticed the sensitive words and hesitated to speak.
Yun Jin glanced at him: "What do you want to say?"
“…He’s a bartender.” Hua Cheng tried to hold it in, but couldn’t after a while.
Yun Jin remained calm: "Don't discriminate based on profession. You used to be a bar waitress too."
“No discrimination… but bars are indeed quite chaotic, full of filth, and few lotus flowers rise above it unsullied. You have to be careful to distinguish them,” Hua Cheng reminded him as subtly as possible.
Yun Jin: "Do you think you are the mud or the lotus?"
"Of course I am a lotus flower," Hua Cheng said proudly.
Yun Jin: "Then he is too."
You're comparing me to him?
Hua Cheng felt a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, but he managed to hold back from asking the question.
Yun Jin was completely unaware of his breakdown: "Later, I helped him resolve several troubles and helped him pay off a debt from the past, and then he stayed with me..."
"Wait, how come there's still debt?" Hua Cheng was dumbfounded.
Yun Jin: "You didn't have any debts before?"
"...Why do you keep comparing me to him?" Hua Cheng couldn't help but ask.
Yun Jin looked at him silently.
“Alright, you don’t need to say anymore,” Hua Cheng took a deep breath and smiled. “I understand, I understand everything. You think I’m about to die, so you found a substitute based on my template, right? When my condition was stable a while ago, you broke up with him, but as soon as I’m not doing well, you went back to him.”
Yun Jin: "Does thinking like this make you feel better?"
Hua Cheng was no longer listening to anything: "...Wife, I understand how you feel, but I have to remind you, young boys these days are very shrewd. When they're out in the game, they'll create a pitiful persona for themselves, specifically to scam kind-hearted rich women like you!"
"Would you lie to me?" Yun Jin asked.
Hua Cheng: "Of course not!"
"Then he won't either."
Hua Cheng: "..."
This is the third time!
This is the third time she's compared him to that kid!
He's known her for so many years, while she's only known him for a few days. How can they be compared?!
Hua Cheng coughed in frustration, his whole body vibrating. Yun Jin helped him sit up to calm down before saying, "You don't want to hear it, but you still have to ask."
"Is this something I want to hear or not?" Hua Cheng complained, feeling wronged. "You're clearly just trying to upset me!"
Yun Jin remained calm: "I didn't."
Hua Cheng glared at her resentfully, feeling both bitter and resentful.
Yun Jin hugged him and gently patted his back. Hua Cheng leaned on her shoulder, feeling a little down, but then he felt sweet again.
He didn't say anything more, letting himself immerse himself in the warmth of the moment.
I wonder how much longer these good times will last.
Hua Cheng blinked several times secretly, forcibly suppressing the stinging sensation, so that the tears wouldn't ruin the atmosphere.
In the afternoon, Yun Jin went to the company, and Liu Zhuang came to stay with her at the hospital.
As soon as he entered the ward, he noticed that Hua Cheng was in a bad mood, and his heart sank.
"Did the doctor come by just now?" he asked, feigning nonchalance.
Hua Cheng lowered his head and didn't say anything.
Liu Zhuang couldn't keep up the act any longer and rushed anxiously to the bedside: "Your eyes are acting up again? They were fine this morning, how did they suddenly get worse? What did the doctor say..."
"Fatty."
"I am here!"
"Yun Jin has contacted that person again."
Liu Zhuang: "..."
Hua Cheng flopped onto the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling: "She really likes him so much!"
Liu Zhuang silently chanted, "He's a patient, he's a patient, he's a patient. Don't bother with him, don't bother with him... I'll definitely bother with him!"
"You little bastard, I'll strangle you!" Liu Zhuang roared as he grabbed his neck.
Hua Cheng lay motionless on the bed.
Liu Zhuangru pretended to strangle the dog for a long time, but still couldn't bring himself to do it: "...Why didn't you resist?"
Hua Cheng pouted, his eyes reddened, and he looked pitiful.
Liu Zhuang awkwardly let go and pulled up a chair to sit down next to her: "Yun Jin is really something. You're already in the hospital, and she's still doing these things. It's really going too far."
Hua Cheng was still heartbroken, but as soon as he heard him say something bad about Yun Jin, he immediately switched into battle mode: "What's wrong with liking someone?"
Liu Zhuang: "..."
Do you want to hear what you're saying?
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Hua Cheng nitpicked.
Liu Zhuang sneered, "I can't be bothered with you."
Hua Cheng remained utterly despondent.
Three seconds later, he jumped up and exclaimed, "No way!"
Liu Zhuang shuddered: "You scared me..."
"I can't keep going down this path!" Hua Cheng slapped his thigh, the IV needle in his hand swaying precariously.
Liu Zhuang quickly checked to make sure everything was alright before asking, "What are you trying to do? Are you going to break them up again?"
“Yun Jin likes him so much, why would we break it up? But I can’t just sit here and wait to die.”
Hua Cheng, his face cold, pulled his phone from under his pillow and expertly dialed a number: "Bring your people over now. I need to revise some terms."
There seemed to be something being said over there, and Hua Cheng glanced at the time.
"Okay, then I'll wait for you for an hour."
After saying that, he hung up the phone, flopped onto the pillow, and lay down comfortably.
Everything happened so fast that Liu Zhuang was completely confused. It took him a while to remember to ask, "Who did you call?"
"The legal team in charge of my will," Hua Cheng said quietly, "I want to put a portion of my estate into a trust to ensure that even if Yun Jin is cheated out of all her assets by that scumbag, she can still live a comfortable life for the rest of her days."
Liu Zhuang: "You really are... very thoughtful."
Hua Cheng looked at him expressionlessly.
"Come on, try to be optimistic. You're getting better now, and you might even live to be a hundred," Liu Zhuang could only comfort him when he saw how bad his mood was. "As long as you live well, even without that trust, Yun Jin's life will be good."
"Of course I want to live a good life, but I can't control how my illness progresses," Hua Cheng said, frowning.
Liu Zhuang: "How can it not be something you can control? As long as you actively cooperate with the doctor and receive proper treatment, you will definitely recover!"
He knew last night that Hua Cheng insisted on conservative treatment, but he hadn't had a suitable opportunity to bring it up until now.
“I know chemotherapy is tough, but compared to living to a hundred, what is this hardship? Don’t you think so?” Liu Zhuang said earnestly.
Hua Cheng pursed his lips and said, "I have my own plans."
"What kind of plans could you possibly have?" Liu Zhuang glared at him, then suddenly realized something. "Wait... you didn't choose conservative treatment on purpose because you know Yun Jin has reconnected with that kid, so you're just giving up on yourself, did you?"
He gasped in shock at his own guess.
"You little brat, do you want to die...?"
"No," Hua Cheng interrupted, displeased.
Liu Zhuang: "Really not?!"
Hua Cheng: "Really not."
Liu Zhuang stared at him for a long time, but seeing no signs of lying, he gradually felt relieved.
The ward fell silent.
After a while, Liu Zhuang suddenly laughed.
Hua Cheng looked over.
Liu Zhuang cleared his throat and laughed, "Luckily, you decided on conservative treatment yourself. If Yun Jin had made the decision, I would probably have thought she wanted you to die sooner so she could inherit your wealth and elope with that little trash."
Hua Cheng: "..."
Liu Zhuang: "..."
This time, there was a long silence.
Liu Zhuang chuckled dryly, "I just wanted to lighten the mood... Isn't it funny?"
Hua Cheng pulled the blanket over his head, covering himself completely, and refused to communicate.
Liu Zhuang's lips twitched, and he leaned over the bed, trying his best to comfort her.
He had been talking until his mouth was dry, but Hua Cheng still wouldn't get out of bed.
Liu Zhuang was afraid that Hua Cheng would suffocate before he even died of his illness, and was about to forcibly remove the covers when Hua Cheng's phone suddenly rang. The guy who had been hiding and refusing to see anyone immediately threw off the covers.
"Hello?" Hua Cheng answered the phone.
He heard something being said on the other end, and Hua Cheng's brows furrowed even more deeply.
"Is there really no other way?" His hair was messy, and he was sitting cross-legged with an unseemly posture, but his tone was calm and mature. "Give me the other party's contact information, and I'll communicate with him."
Several more minutes of silence followed.
He said, "Okay, but I still prefer that spot. If all else fails, the one next door will do. Could you ask around for me and see if they'd be willing to part with it?"
After chatting for a few more minutes, Hua Cheng finally hung up the phone.
Liu Zhuang immediately leaned over: "Who is it? It's not your will team's lawyer, is it?"
“No, it’s Mr. Liu from Muyang Real Estate,” Hua Cheng replied.
Seeing that he didn't seem inclined to get back into bed, Liu Zhuang silently breathed a sigh of relief and continued chatting: "We don't have any business dealings with him, right? What does he want from you?"
“I had my eye on a cemetery developed by their company and chose a location I liked, but it was sold right before I was about to pay. I didn’t want any other cemetery, so I could only ask them to help me communicate with the other party to see if they could transfer it to me.”
Liu Zhuang was taken aback and looked up at him.
"What are you looking at?" Hua Cheng asked innocently. "Given my condition, it's normal for me to buy a burial plot in advance, right?"
"Normal my foot!" Liu Zhuang retorted without thinking. "You just ask someone to transfer a cemetery plot to you. Aren't you afraid they'll come to your door and beat you up?"
Hua Cheng chuckled: "That buyer seems to be just doing business; no one in the family has passed away."
"No... you were so seriously ill before, it was one thing to buy a burial plot, but now that you're better, why do you still want to buy one?" Liu Zhuang didn't understand. "Do you really have to curse yourself like that?"
Hua Cheng: "It's getting better, but nobody knows if it will be fully cured. You'll need a cemetery plot sooner or later, so buying one in advance means you can choose a good location, and it won't affect anything."
"Who said it doesn't affect anything? It affects my mood!"
Hua Cheng: "No, look at some places, they prepare a coffin in advance for the elderly even before they die. This is called preparing for longevity, which is an auspicious thing that brings good fortune and long life."
"Bullshit!" Liu Zhuang retorted.
Hua Cheng shrugged: "If you don't believe me, then forget it."
Liu Zhuang felt frustrated but didn't know what to say. After a long period of depression, he suddenly punched the bed board.
Hua Cheng blinked and said softly, "I will do my best to get treatment and try to live as long as possible, but if I'm not so lucky..."
Liu Zhuang looked at him.
“Handling funeral arrangements is very troublesome. So many eyes are watching. If the burial plot isn’t expensive enough, or the funeral isn’t grand enough, people will point fingers,” Hua Cheng calmly met his gaze. “Brother Pang, when that day comes, Yun Jin has never handled these things before, so I’ll have to ask for your help.”
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Liu Zhuang quickly turned his face away, not letting him see his reddened eyes.
Hua Cheng chuckled and closed his eyes contentedly.
At the same time, Yun Jin returned to her office after a meeting and began searching for news about Huacheng over the years, trying to piece together information that contradicted her memory.
Unfortunately, Hua Cheng's life trajectory continued strictly along the original path: work, entrepreneurship, and acquaintance with her, seemingly unaffected by the butterfly in 2013.
Yun Jin stared at the computer for a long time before finally calling her sister-in-law to ask if she remembered if Hua Cheng had ever suffered any serious injuries since she met him.
"Seriously injured?" Chen Yueqin asked doubtfully. "No, I don't remember him being injured at all."
Yun Jin paused for a moment, then asked, "Sister-in-law, do you know about Royal Bar?"
"I know, I used to have a stall nearby before I knew you, Fatty. It seems to have closed down a long time ago."
Yun Jin: "When did it go bankrupt?"
"It must have been more than ten years..."
Yun Jin called Lan Li again and asked the same question, but the answer was still no.
Based on the information currently available, Fatty and Hua Cheng are like two pillars of stability; no matter how much turmoil the butterfly effect stirs up in the outside world, their memories remain completely unaffected.
Just like Xue Hong, Lan Li's memories were slightly altered because she went back in time and changed some things.
After 2016, Yuncheng Technology developed rapidly, and Huacheng, as the spokesperson, was exposed to the media almost every day. If he were injured, it would definitely be widely reported.
However, no such reports appeared between 2016 and 2025.
Lan Li and she had been friends for many years, and she had also been in charge of the legal affairs of Yuncheng Technology. If Hua Cheng had suffered any serious injury that could have caused blood clots to remain for many years during the past period... at least after she met Hua Cheng in August 2014, she couldn't possibly not know.
The sister-in-law met Hua Cheng earlier, in December 2013, and she also said that Hua Cheng had never been injured.
Logically, we can place Hua Yu's injury before the two met.
That is, in the last two months or so...
No, it's not more than two months.
If the injury occurred close to the twelfth lunar month, then when his sister-in-law met Hua Cheng, he should still be recovering from his injury, and she would not forget that he was injured.
Even if Hua Yu recovers quickly, it will still take more than a month, so the injury must have happened within the last month at most.
Within a month, Hua Yu will suffer a serious injury, and the stagnant blood will cause Hua Cheng to fall ill many years later.
The scope has been narrowed down significantly, but the difficulty has not been reduced.
Because Hua Cheng and Pang Ge's memories are unaffected, and Hua Yu and Liu Zhuangzhuang cannot predict the future, the most important month becomes a blank period with no information available for reference.
Yun Jin absentmindedly pressed the ballpoint pen, pondering how to further narrow down the scope, ideally to directly determine the date of the injury.
How can we be sure...?
Yun Jin stopped pressing the ballpoint pen and called Xiao Zhou in.
"President Yun." Xiao Zhou appeared hurriedly.
Yun Jin: "Could you help me check if Hua Cheng has any medical records at the hospital from early November to mid-December 2013?"
The debt has been settled, so there's no need to hide anymore. I'll definitely go to the hospital after I got injured.
"Okay, may I ask which hospital it is?" Xiao Zhou asked.
Yun Jin paused for a moment, then said, "All... hospitals established before 2013 that don't charge high fees?"
Xiao Zhou: "?"
Yun Jin looked up: "Yes, you heard me right."
"Okay, okay."
Yun Jin: "You're in charge of this. Find more people, allocate resources as you see fit, and transfer the funds directly from my personal account. Get me the results as soon as possible."
“Okay, I understand,” Xiao Zhou agreed first, then couldn’t help but ask, “Why don’t you just ask President Hua directly?”
"His memory has been getting worse lately, and he can't remember," Yun Jin explained calmly.
Xiao Zhou was one of the few people in the company who knew that Hua Cheng was sick. After a moment of stunned silence, his expression turned serious: "Don't worry, I will retrieve the records as soon as possible."
"Thanks for your hard work."
It was really tough.
It has been twelve years since 2013. The concept of big data was very popular that year, but its application was not comprehensive. It was impossible to check everything online like we do today. So even if the hospital records still exist, we still need to check them one by one.
As a megacity, Pingcheng had many hospitals established before 2013. Excluding clinics, community hospitals, and expensive private hospitals, there is still a considerable workload to be done.
Xiao Zhou consulted many people, but it still takes some time.
Yun Jin waited for several days but still didn't get the result, so she went to see Hua Yu in 2013 first.
Hua Yu is indeed still living in her rented apartment, and it seems she intends to stay for an extended period.
Seeing her return, Hua Yu finally felt relieved after a long period of anxiety.
But her expression was still awkward: "You... why are you back?"
Yun Jin didn't speak, she just stared at him.
Hua Yu pretended to be calm, but her neck was stained with a large red patch.
Yun Jin then raised the corners of her lips.
Knowing that she was deliberately teasing her, Hua Yu gave her a weak glare, and after a long standoff, she still took the initiative to walk towards her.
"You've been waiting for me all this time?" Yun Jin asked.
Hua Yu nodded silently.
"Didn't you go to work?" Yun Jin asked again.
Hua Yu glanced at her, as if she wanted to say something.
Yun Jin waited patiently.
After a long silence, he said in a low voice, "The convenience store job... Fatty and I both quit."
Hearing the familiar address, Yun Jin's eyelids twitched: "Fatty?"
Hua Yu was a little embarrassed: "He...he insisted that I call him that..."
Liu Zhuangzhuang's original words were, "I've worked so hard to take care of you, a patient, and stayed with you at the hospital every day. What's wrong with you calling me 'brother'? If you don't want to call me 'Brother Zhuangzhuang,' then you can call me 'Fat Brother,' but you still have to call me 'brother.'"
After saying that, he felt that Zhuangzhuang sounded like a child and lacked presence, so he asked Huayu to call him Fatty.
Hua Yu had changed her way of addressing Yun Jin for a while, so she accidentally called out the name while talking to Yun Jin.
“Fatty…” Yun Jin repeated, chuckling, “It’s fine.”
Hua Yu felt even more embarrassed and quickly changed the subject: "We are both able-bodied and don't want to take advantage of you, so we discussed it and resigned. He has already found another job, and I will go to work for him once my hand injury heals."
"Actually, not having to work is pretty good."
Hua Yu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly resisted: "I refuse!"
"Hmm?" Yun Jin looked up.
Hua Yu's expression was not good: "Although I am your third party... it is not a sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship. I am your equal in the relationship, and I do not need you to support me."
Yun Jin was only thinking about staying at home every day to reduce the possibility of danger, and hadn't thought that far ahead yet.
Hearing his stern refusal, she suddenly remembered Hua Cheng clinging to her last night, whining and begging her to order him takeout.
She got annoyed by his nagging and told him to order it himself. What did he say?
"I want my wife to do things right. I like spending my wife's money, and my wife supports me!"
Time is truly remarkable; it can transform such blossoming flowers into such magnificent landscapes.
"...Are you angry?" Hua Yu asked cautiously when she saw that she hadn't spoken.
Yun Jin snapped out of her daze: "No."
Hua Yu pursed her lips, still testing the waters with her eyes.
Yun Jin thought for a moment and said, "Lower your head."
Hua Yu didn't understand why, but she did as she was told.
Looking at the exposed top of her head, Yun Jin patted it: "Good boy."
Hua Yu's cheeks flushed bright red, and she took a step back in a panic.
I had dinner with Liu Zhuangzhuang; the three of us met at a food stall near the convenience store.
As soon as Hua Yu and Yun Jin appeared, Liu Zhuangzhuang let out a strange shout. Hua Yu was so flustered by his jeers that she froze, while Yun Jin remained calm throughout.
"Sister Yun, what do you want to eat?" Liu Zhuangzhuang asked, sidling up to her in an annoying way.
Hua Yu pushed him away, saying, "Don't get so close."
"Is it close?" Liu Zhuangzhuang made a big fuss. "No, besides, what right did you have to push me?"
Hua Yu looked at Yun Jin.
Yun Jin was also looking at him, and the moment their eyes met, she raised an eyebrow at him.
Hua Yu's heart skipped a beat, but she still pretended to be calm: "My boyfriend."
Liu Zhuangzhuang covered his face and screamed.
Hua Yu chuckled at his words, then quickly straightened her face and said, "You're being noisy and disturbing the other tables."
Liu Zhuangzhuang made an OK sign, covered his mouth, and twisted around like a fat maggot.
Unable to cope, Hua Yu immediately turned to Yun Jin for help: "Look at him!"
Yun Jin took action to punish: "Liu Zhuangzhuang."
Liu Zhuangzhuang: "Yes, Sister Yun."
"Quiet."
"oh……"
The world was quiet again, and a slight smile appeared on Hua Yu's lips. She felt that today was a good day.
"Today is terrible!"
In 2025, Mr. Hua was left alone in his empty house, knowing that his wife had gone to find her lover but powerless to do anything about it, and could only pound on his pillow and wail.
Liu Zhuang picked at his ear, feeling a little envious of the other woman's friend.
The third party's emotions are definitely more stable than this person's; being his friend would probably make him happier.
"I'm so happy!" Liu Zhuangzhuang laughed foolishly after drinking five bottles of beer.
Hua Yu was in a good mood, especially after she moved to sit next to Yun Jin.
The tables at the food stalls are low and flat, making it cramped to tuck your legs underneath, and you'll often bump into someone.
Liu Zhuangzhuang was still talking animatedly on the table, but Hua Yu's attention was entirely focused on what was under the table. When she finally couldn't help but look down, she saw that Yun Jin's pants had a little bit of chili powder on them.
It must have fallen off the skewers.
Hua Yu didn't think much of it and reached out to brush it away. The moment his fingertips touched hers, Yun Jin glanced at him and then grabbed his hand.
Hua Yu's back stiffened, and a sudden tsunami crashed into his brain, destroying all his reason with overwhelming force. By the time he came to his senses, his clasped hands had become interlocked fingers.
"Hua Yu, Hua Yu?"
Liu Zhuangzhuang's voice rang out again, and Hua Yu snapped back to reality: "Hmm..."
"Why is your face so red?" he asked worriedly. "Are you sick?"
Hua Yu's Adam's apple bobbed nervously, and she quickly lowered her head: "No."
Yun Jin suddenly laughed.
Hua Yu's face turned even redder, but she still didn't let go of his hand.
After the meal, Yun Jin went to the restroom, and Liu Zhuangzhuang immediately winked at Hua Yu: "You're in the honeymoon phase, aren't you?"
"No way..." Hua Yu wiped the sweat from her palms, secretly annoyed at her own lack of composure.
Looking at his spring-like eyes, Liu Zhuangzhuang sighed, "It seems you've really made up your mind. That's good... I wish you all the best."
“Blessings alone are not enough,” Hua Yu glanced at him, “you also have to help me.”
Liu Zhuangzhuang: "...What do you mean?"
"I can be a third party, but I can't stay a third party forever." Hua Yu saw Yun Jin walking towards them out of the corner of her eye, and her eyes gradually hardened.
Liu Zhuangzhuang understood: "Don't worry, Fatty will use all his skills to help you ascend to the position of Empress."
"Don't worry, Chengzi," Liu Zhuang said solemnly after Hua Cheng had made a scene for two hours, "As long as Fatty doesn't die, the Empress's throne will only belong to you."
Both Hua Yu and Hua Cheng from different timelines looked moved: "Brother Pang, thank you."
The brothers' deep affection is truly touching.
But Yun Jin didn't care.
Yun Jin just wanted to find out when Hua Yu was injured as soon as possible, and wanted everything to end quickly.
Unfortunately, the workload was too great, and no matter how hard we searched, we could not find any medical records for Huacheng in any hospital.
As time went by, Hua Cheng had been discharged from the hospital for several days, but they still hadn't found any clues.
Although Yun Jin's face didn't show it, her eyebrows and eyes were somewhat pale.
Hua Cheng was the first to notice that she was in a bad mood. He asked her what was wrong, but she brushed him off. Hua Cheng concluded that she had finally grown tired of him, this sickly man.
And she's been going to see that jerk a lot lately; he keeps trying to call her but can't get through.
Thinking of this, Hua Cheng became even more heartbroken.
Yun Jin knew he was in a bad mood, but since she couldn't find out the cause and time of Hua Yu's injury, she could only try to find time to personally go to 2013 to keep an eye on things.
The only consolation is that Hua Yu has been staying at home to recover from her injury and has moved into her rented apartment. She spends all her time in the guest room and only goes out for some fresh air when she visits.
Even so, Yun Jin still felt uneasy, as if a large, sharp knife was hanging over her head, posing a risk of cutting her down at any moment.
Back in 2013, Hua Yu had prepared a table full of dishes and stood calmly in front of her: "Eating out all the time isn't good for your health, so I just made something simple..."
Yun Jin glanced at the food; it was all home-style cooking, but it had taken a lot of effort to prepare.
“…If you don’t like it, we can eat out.” Seeing that she didn’t say anything, Hua Yu was a little disappointed, but she still pretended not to care.
Yun Jin remained silent.
Hua Yu was starting to lose her balance and was about to say something more when Yun Jin suddenly asked, "How about I send you to prison for a few days?"
Hua Yu: "?"
"Just say you stole my things. Petty theft usually takes about 15 days, so it's about right..."
As long as you have a job provided by the government, your personal safety will be guaranteed, so there's no need to check each hospital one by one.
Yun Jin thought about it more and more and felt it was a good idea.
Hua Yu: "..."
Why? Just because he cooked her a meal?
Even if he doesn't like it, there's no need to send him to jail, right?
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Author's Note: Today's featured flower is the one that goes to jail.
And ash fertilizer will volatilize large flowers
Draw 50 red envelopes~
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