Xiangyang was quite worried because he didn't know if Qin Gang would cooperate.
But this counselor...
Before they knew it, they had arrived at Qin Gang's hospital room.
The ward door wasn't closed properly, but because the counselor was there, Xiangyang still knocked on the door very politely.
Chang Qingqing had already made a judgment in her mind.
The ward is quite nice, so Xiangyang's uncle shouldn't have any financial problems.
But everyone knows what kind of life Xiangyang leads at school.
Living under someone else's roof, how can it be easy?
Chang Qingqing felt even more sorry for Xiang Yang.
"Uncle Qin?" Xiang Yang asked, seemingly hesitant, as he pushed the door open.
Qin Gang, who was smoking in his hospital bed, frowned when he saw Xiang Yang's behavior.
Chang Qingqing, wearing high heels, followed to the door and glanced into the ward.
Perhaps it was the first time she had seen such an aggressive face, one that even carried connotations of "violence" and "fierceness." For a moment, Teacher Chang's smile froze, and the heel of her high heel swayed back as if she wanted to step back.
Qin Gang squinted at the woman, exhaled a puff of smoke, and then asked Xiang Yang, "Who is this?"
Xiang Yang stepped aside to make way for Chang Qingqing and said, "Uncle Qin, this is my counselor, Teacher Chang. We just happened to run into each other downstairs and wanted to come and see you and have a talk."
Chang Qingqing strategically tucked her hair back again, nodded slightly to Qin Gang inside the room with a slight tingling sensation on her scalp, and went in. "Mr. Xiang, hello, I am Xiang Yang's counselor. I happened to run into Xiang Yang today, so I thought I'd give you a visit."
Xiang Yang quickly pulled over a chair and placed it not far from Qin Gang's bedside, explaining, "Teacher, he's not my biological uncle. My uncle's surname is Qin."
"Ah, okay." Chang Qingqing sat down and coughed.
Thinking that Xiangyang's future was more important, Chang Qingqing finally composed herself and, before changing the subject, asked with concern, "How are you feeling?"
Qin Gang had no interest in talking to her.
Xiang Yang hurriedly said, "It's nothing serious, but I'll need to stay in the hospital for a while longer."
"I see," Chang Qingqing thought this man was really difficult to deal with, and then asked, "Mr. Qin, what do you do for a living? Are you usually very busy?"
Now, even Xiangyang didn't know how to answer.
Chang Qingqing sensed something was amiss, but then she thought, what job could be so uncertain?
Qin Gang, however, had a cigarette dangling from his lips and looked at Xiang Yang with great interest.
Xiang Yang knew that Qin Gang had already been very kind to him by not kicking his counselor out directly, and he was extremely grateful to Qin Gang at this moment.
Chang Qingqing then asked Xiang Yang, "...Is it...inconvenient to say?"
“No,” Xiangyang walked to the bedside and sat down, looking at Qin Gang. “My uncle works on construction sites, and he’s usually quite busy.”
Qin Gang looked at Xiang Yang, and his hand paused.
Xiangyang secretly grabbed his hand and pinched his fingers.
Qin Gang ultimately held back.
Chang Qingqing was somewhat skeptical, but she didn't necessarily want to pursue the matter to the end.
Having shown concern for everything, Chang Qingqing began earnestly, "Mr. Qin, as you know, the postgraduate entrance exam is just around the corner. Xiangyang has worked so hard for so long, all for those two days..."
Once these things were mentioned, Teacher Chang couldn't stop talking.
"Xiangyang usually has good grades, and now is a crucial time..."
Xiang Yang forgot to let go of Qin Gang's hand, and while listening, he idly picked at Qin Gang's fingers with his own.
"What we're spending now is just a small amount of money, but Xiangyang can't even afford some practice materials. What a huge impact that must be on him!"
Qin Gang lifted his eyelids and looked at Xiang Yang.
Xiangyang felt a little embarrassed.
Look how pathetic she sounds...
"Just a couple of days ago, a classmate said that Xiangyang didn't even have money for lunch, and he wouldn't even buy bottled water. He drank water from the sink instead..."
Xiangyang was getting impatient and didn't know what to think of Qin Gang.
It's just water; he can't tell much difference between good and bad. What's wrong with drinking water from the sink tap?
They were having a great time drinking, but now people are talking about it and making them look so pitiful.
It's not like we'll be drinking water from the sink forever. It's just that we don't have much money right now.
Qin Gang glanced at Xiang Yang picking at his fingers.
Teacher Chang: "I'm not saying that Xiangyang shouldn't take care of you, but now is a critical time. It would be too much of a delay to have him take care of you in the ward at this time."
"It didn't delay anything..." Xiang Yang said weakly.
Teacher Chang took it as just stubbornness and felt even more sorry for him. "You still have to go to school. The atmosphere there is different from here, Mr. Qin, don't you think?"
Qin Gang smiled slightly, looked at Xiang Yang, and honestly replied, "You're right."
Seeing his attitude, Teacher Chang assumed he didn't take it to heart and couldn't help but frown.
Although she was dissatisfied, she still said, "Mr. Qin, let me leave you my phone number. If anything happens to Xiangyang, I can contact you."
Xiang Yang thought Qin Gang would find it troublesome, but to his surprise, Qin Gang actually added his counselor's phone number.
When Teacher Chang left, Qin Gang even dragged out his voice and lazily said politely, "Teacher, take care."
After seeing Teacher Chang off, Qin Gang looked at the "poor little thing" in front of him.
Xiangyang was quite embarrassed, fiddling with his fingers.
"How pitiful, drinking water from the toilet." Qin Gang feigned pity.
Xiang Yang knew perfectly well that he couldn't possibly be genuinely worried about him, and he gave a speechless smirk.
But just like that, Xiangyang's stomach growled.
"Gurgle~"
"..."
Qin Gang lowered his eyes and looked at his stomach. "Are you hungry?"
Xiang Yang raised an eyebrow, hummed in agreement, and readily admitted, "I'm hungry."
Qin Gang slapped the leftover food off the table on the hospital bed with the back of his hand, looked at Xiang Yang, and smiled broadly at his usually fierce face.
The meaning is self-evident.
He's making Xiangyang eat his leftovers.
Xiang Yang glared at him, as if dissatisfied.
Qin Gang laughed even harder.
However.
After glaring at him, Xiangyang picked up his chopsticks and a slight smile appeared on his clean face. He picked up the leftover rice from the plate and started putting it into his mouth.
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