Chapter 32
Chapter 32
While Shen Qingyuan was on the phone, the two men present, though busy with their own things, couldn't turn off their ears. They both listened to the conversation.
Unable to contain his curiosity, Xiao Chao blinked his swollen eyes and asked, "Sister Chen, is it your boyfriend?"
Xiao Chao is the kind of boy who looks adorable, has a straightforward personality, and is even a bit carefree. He has a naturally likable quality, but he doesn't always pay attention to the boundaries between people.
Perhaps he felt that everyone was already very familiar with each other, so it wouldn't matter if they involved some private matters.
Many times, Ye Chuyang thought Xiao Chao's mouth was a nuisance. He was a good kid, but it was a pity he had a mouth. But this time, he found that the mouth was actually quite useful.
Because he also wanted to know.
Shen Qingyuan didn't pay much attention and answered softly, "No." It's not like that now. She lowered her head and picked up a piece of grilled beef tongue with her chopsticks.
A question that I should have asked but never did suddenly popped into my head.
Ye Chuyang rubbed his lower back and turned to Xiao Chao, saying, "Go to the car and get me a back support pillow."
Xiao Chao put down his chopsticks and skipped away.
In fact, Ye Chuyang had already finished eating. He put down his chopsticks and took a sip of barley tea.
Then, he cleared his throat and asked Shen Qingyuan, "So, Dr. Shen, do you have a boyfriend now?"
The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Shen Qingyuan's ears amidst the sizzling sound of the grilled meat.
Her mouth was greasy, and her face was also shiny with oil, probably from the smoke. In this state, someone suddenly asked her if she had a boyfriend.
Shen Qingyuan paused for a moment, then loosened her chopsticks, and the roasted meat fell onto the marble tabletop.
The two of them went to look at the piece of meat at the same time.
Shen Qingyuan's eyes held a hint of regret. For that piece of meat. After so many steps, it was finally about to be brought to her mouth. All that effort was wasted. Sigh.
Ye Chuyang gripped the edge of the table tightly, unconsciously tightening his grip. He instinctively looked at anything that moved, somewhat like a frog that only reacted to moving insects.
Even the slow-witted woman sensed something was amiss. After hesitating for two seconds, she ignored the meat and looked up at Ye Chuyang, her expression filled with doubt.
"Why ask that?" Shen Qingyuan asked. She answered a question with another question, responding to all changes with unchanging principles.
She answered Xiao Chao's questions readily. But when it came to him, she became wary?
"You answer first, and then I'll tell you."
The atmosphere was slightly tense.
The Frog Prince, with his innocent, deer-like eyes, awaited an answer with a hint of anxiety. They had known each other for ten years, but the relationship had dragged on for too long; picking it up again, he couldn't find his rhythm.
Shen Qingyuan felt a strange pressure, as if the atmosphere would remain tense if she didn't answer the question.
Are all bosses this bored, curious about their employees', especially female employees', marital and romantic relationships?
A dog catching a mouse is meddling in other people's business.
However, she recently made up her mind to be a peaceful person and to silently recite "love and peace" a few times when she encounters problems.
"No."
He gave a curt "Oh," and said, "Just chatting with friends, nothing more." He explained why he asked the question.
Shen Qingyuan responded with an "oh" and continued eating her pork belly.
"Coincidentally, I'm single too."
? ? ?
These are clearly two unrelated things, but when they are said one after the other and put together, they become somewhat ambiguous.
Therefore, language is a good thing.
It's nothing more than those words, arranged and combined in countless ways to create thousands of different meanings.
"I'm also single" is naturally the core meaning of Ye Chuyang's statement, but the use of the adverb "just right" adds an extra layer of meaning.
Why exactly? What necessary connection is there between the two events?
However, one should ultimately have the wisdom to focus on the big picture and let go of the small details. There's no need to investigate everything so thoroughly.
Shen Qingyuan remained calm and composed.
Another question was stuck in Ye Chuyang's throat: What do you think of me?
The atmosphere hadn't quite warmed up yet when he choked on his words.
Feeling a bit annoyed and with a sore back, Ye Chuyang was caught up in the anxiety of joining the production team and wanted to find something to distract himself. Of course, this matter had been lingering in his mind for a while, and he knew he had to bring it up sooner or later.
If it were anyone else, he probably would have spoken up readily, either agreeing or disagreeing. But Shen Qingyuan, after all, had some karmic ties from the past, and having suffered a crushing defeat last time, he couldn't afford to be careless this time.
Besides, he doesn't like other people either!
A cunning rabbit has three burrows.
We need to block up the rabbit's two burrows first, and then slowly lure her out!
A puff of smoke from the burning floor brought the two of them back to their senses, and they both got to work.
One person picked up the burnt piece of meat and threw it away, while the other tried to salvage the less burnt piece.
Suddenly I realized that having barbecue today was a good choice. If I had chosen something else readily available, I wouldn't have had to do so much work.
Immediately afterwards, Xiao Chao returned with the lumbar pillow.
They came back at just the right time.
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Perhaps she slept too much during the day, or perhaps she ate too much barbecue, but even at almost midnight, Shen Qingyuan was still wide awake.
Song Ting happened to be working late into the night on her manuscript, so we chatted briefly.
Shen Qingyuan typed a line: Ye Chuyang asked me if I have a boyfriend.
Moreover, Shen Qingyuan suddenly remembered that he had sent Xiao Chao away when he asked the question. Was it a coincidence, or was it intentional?
She thought about it and then deleted it. She was afraid that Song Ting would get too excited and delay her writing.
Anonymous sharing is fine too. For example, "I have a friend who..." But Song Ting is too shrewd; she can easily guess it's her.
It was probably just a casual question; taking it so seriously is overthinking it.
But the phrase "coincidentally, I'm single too" is not so easy to explain.
Bored? Stuck? Want to get back at someone you regretted ten years ago?
So, Shen Qingyuan suddenly realized that she still preferred natural sciences. Although she was also very good at humanities subjects, and her elementary, middle, and high school Chinese teachers had all praised her for her excellent writing.
Once written language is stripped of its function of conveying information, excessive exploration of it becomes cloying.
She opened her email, and Sun Zhi had already sent her the materials from Professor Minot's visit.
She replied with thanks and opened the document.
The night is long, perfect for studying.
...
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In the dead of night, someone next door is also awake.
At the dinner table tonight, it was a hint, but Shen Qingyuan seemed calm and didn't seem to be affected at all.
Such poor comprehension skills? That shouldn't be the case.
I'm a little nervous, my heart is beating a little fast, and I'm a bit restless.
Finally, they took that step. Even if it was just a baby's first step, a tiny little step.
It's good that you're taking action; take it slow.
After all, ten years ago, he had been very proactive in trying to win her over, but the results were not satisfactory. Now, he should be more subtle and pay attention to his approach.
How to create a little ambiguity, cultivate that ambiguity, and naturally develop it into mutual affection? That's a big question.
Ye Chuyang has acted in many romance dramas, and some of his pursuit of girls is indeed quite interesting. However, studying it as a field of study and experiencing it firsthand are two different things.
What you learn from books is never enough; you must put it into practice to truly understand.
Simply copying those domineering CEO tactics doesn't seem very sincere. It's also a bit...shameful.
This is so troublesome...
From the small room of the suite, Xiao Chao's snoring could be heard, sometimes loud, sometimes soft, occasionally interspersed with a cough or two. The sound wasn't loud, and in the quiet of the night, it seemed like an echo of his annoyance.
What's wrong with this kid? He's living a carefree life. He's like a naive and innocent NPC.
Ye Chuyang lay down on the pillow, covering her face with the script with a mixture of pain and excitement.
Go to sleep, go to sleep, we'll talk about it when you wake up.
Get some rest; health is the foundation of everything.
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Perhaps because she was exhausted from filming commercials for two days, Ye Chuyang felt discomfort in her back again the next day.
Shen Qingyuan examined his back injury and advised him to rest in bed and undergo physical therapy.
Fortunately, he didn't have work that day, otherwise, given his dedication, he would have gone even in a wheelchair.
As luck would have it, Xiao Chao also fell ill.
Xiao Chao is naturally optimistic. Although he appears carefree, he has been cautious in everything he does since Ye Chuyang was injured, and he must be exhausted both physically and mentally lately.
Actually, he had a slight cough last night, and we thought it was from eating barbecue. But the next day he felt dizzy and lightheaded, and developed a fever.
Their artists' staff have certain rules, such as staying away from the artists as much as possible when they are sick to avoid infecting them.
Despite his illness, Xiao Chao booked a room on the same floor and stayed there temporarily to recuperate.
With no one to drink to, and needing to rest in bed, eating, drinking, and relieving himself became problems for Ye Chuyang.
Startled awake from his deathbed, Xiao Chao called Ye Chuyang around nine o'clock. "Brother Yang, cough cough, I told Sister Liu to come and take care of you for the next few days. Cough cough..."
The child spoke weakly, yet still offered a second plan for taking care of Ye Chuyang; he was still a reliable person.
The nanny, Sister Liu, was in charge of meals and cleaning. Xiao Chao often went back to Ye Chuyang's home in Hengdian to pack some food and drinks.
Ye Chuyang moved the phone further away. "No need, let Sister Liu go back!" She then added, "I have someone to take care of me."
There are plenty of people right in front of you, so don't cause trouble. Just focus on getting better, you thought to yourself.
"Who is it? Who will take care of you, Brother Yang?" Xiao Chao felt his position was threatened and even stopped coughing.
Never mind.
Xiao Chao: "..."
At times like this, a good boss would naturally offer a few words of comfort: "Your illness came on so suddenly! How are you feeling? Have you taken your medicine?"
"Mmm. Cough cough." Xiao Chao replied, "Sister Chen just brought me some medicine, cough cough. It's medicine the doctor gave me, it should be quite effective. I'll take it first. Cough cough. I'm such a young and strong guy, I should get better soon. I have to hurry and take care of you, Brother Yang. Cough cough..."
He's quite talkative, but his coughing is so loud it's giving Ye Chuyang a headache. It should be nothing serious.
"Don't rush, let him recover slowly." Ye Chuyang didn't want him to recover too quickly from the bottom of her heart.
Tsk tsk, that's getting a bit gloomy.
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Judging from the symptoms, Xiao Chao should have the flu.
Shen Qingyuan bought several cough suppressants, fever reducers, and antiviral medications from a nearby pharmacy, as well as test kits for influenza A, influenza B, and mycoplasma, and rushed to deliver them to him.
The test kit didn't detect influenza A or B or mycoplasma infection, so Shen Qingyuan gave Xiao Chao regular antiviral medication.
During her residency training, Shen Qingyuan rotated through other departments and became very familiar with the procedures in the respiratory and emergency departments.
"Are you hungry? Do you want me to order takeout for you?" Shen Qingyuan wore a medical mask and kept a certain distance from Xiao Chao.
"It's nothing, Sister Chen, thank you. Cough cough. I'll take a nap first, and when I wake up, I'll order takeout myself. Cough cough."
The child is quite easy to take care of and tries not to cause trouble for others.
Shen Qingyuan nodded and instructed, "Eat something light, make sure you get plenty of protein, and drink lots of water. If your condition worsens, call me..."
She boiled a kettle of water, filled a glass, and placed the kettle on the bedside table so that Xiao Chao could easily pour water.
Before she could finish speaking, Ye Chuyang's call came in.
"Dr. Shen, I'm not feeling well, could you please come and take a look at me..."
His voice was weak and feeble; at first glance, it sounded even more seriously ill than Xiao Chao's.
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