Fu Hengzhi was used to hearing these words, but hearing them coming from the other person's mouth now made him dislike them.
The language was too formal, creating a sense of distance.
"If Aunt Feng knows, then do your uncle and aunt also know?"
"Well, now that you're awake, you might come to see me tomorrow."
"Actually, it doesn't have to be so complicated."
"Of course."
"..."
"..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent, and an awkward atmosphere suddenly spread through the enclosed space.
That shouldn't be the case; it's never been like this before.
Zhou Zhou felt awkward from the sudden embarrassment and tried to find a topic to talk about, but found that she had nothing to say for the time being.
What's going on? Something doesn't seem right to him.
Zhou Zhou glanced sideways at Fu Hengzhi, trying to see what he was doing, only to find that the other man was staring intently at her.
"..." Why is it even more awkward now?
Fortunately, the awkwardness didn't last. Just as Zhou Zhou was racking his brains to break the deadlock, there was a knock on the door.
"Brother Zhou, my brother, Wen Luo, and I have come to see you."
[Author's Note]:
Fu Hengzhi: Why are you everywhere?
Ye Misheng: I'm willing to...
There's a sign; President Fu is finally going to confront his own heart!
Chapter Thirty-Six: I will explain it clearly for you.
"Come in, the door's unlocked!" Zhou Zhou's voice was three points louder than usual, breaking the awkward silence.
Before arriving, Ye Misheng did not know if the person was awake. He had only called out tentatively and did not expect anyone to answer.
The moment he heard the familiar voice, his serious and worried expression was replaced by joy.
He pushed the door open and walked in, saying, "Great, Brother Zhou, you're finally awake."
"Brother Zhou, I'm sorry..." Wen Luo walked alongside Ye Qisheng behind Ye Misheng. The first thing she saw when she stepped into the room was Zhou Zhou's miserable appearance with his head covered in bandages. Her tone immediately softened. Although she had been in the industry for many years, she was still a 19-year-old child after all. Even with all her strength, she could not control the tears falling.
"Oh my." Zhou Zhou couldn't stand tears the most. No matter the gender, as soon as tears fell, even the hardest heart would soften into a lump of mud.
With difficulty, she raised her right hand, which wasn't receiving an IV drip, and waved it at him, signaling him to come over. "What's wrong? What are you sorry about?"
"Brother did this to save me." Wen Luo stepped forward with a sob in her voice, her nose red and looking pitiful.
"..." That's not quite right.
Zhou Zhou lives a very realistic life, knowing that she is not the kind of person who would sacrifice herself for others, when the scaffold collapsed.
He didn't even realize it.
Faced with Wen Luo's sincere and touching expression, Zhou Zhou still managed a forced smile and mumbled, "It's good that you're alright."
Wenluo was even more moved.
The elder brother was called "elder brother" repeatedly, while the other three people in the room were relegated to the background.
Fu Hengzhi's face was gloomy, and his eyes were full of scrutiny as he stared at Wen Luo, secretly telling himself that the other party was just a 19-year-old child.
Ye Qisheng's face was ashen, and his gaze at Zhou Zhou was full of anger. Reason told him that the other party was just a partially paralyzed patient.
Ye Misheng: "..."
Ye Misheng was still holding a bouquet of sunflowers in his arms, standing alone on the sidelines, looking a little awkward.
"Brother Zhou, can I put the flowers here?" Not wanting to be an outsider, Ye Misheng walked to the middle of the other small bed and the hospital bed, and placed the bouquet on the bedside table between them, successfully blocking Fu Hengzhi's view of the hospital bed.
“Sure, buying flowers isn’t really necessary.” Zhou Zhou turned her head with difficulty, smiled at Ye Misheng, and her smile complemented the sunflowers blooming by the bedside.
Upon seeing this smile, Ye Misheng was momentarily dazed. A smile appeared on his lips and in his eyes, and he suddenly uttered a sentence.
"Brother Zhou, do you know how charismatic you are?"
Fu Hengzhi: "?"
Ye Qisheng: "?"
Zhou Zhou was stunned. What did it feel like to be suddenly praised?
"You have good taste, but don't praise me too much, I'm shy."
The three of them stayed in the ward for nearly half an hour. When the private chef knocked on the door to deliver the food, Fu Hengzhi saw them off without saying a word.
This is the moment we've been waiting for.
"He's about to have his meal, please leave." The words were addressed to the three of them, but the gaze was fixed on Ye Misheng, and the tone was anything but polite.
After bringing the food containers in, they left the ward door open and waited for the three to leave.
"Sorry to bother you this time." Ye Qisheng didn't say a word the whole time, and couldn't wait to leave. He tugged at Wen Luo, who was sitting on the edge of the bed peeling an apple, and said, "Luo Luo, let's go."
"All right."
Wen Luo looked back every step of the way, reluctantly being led away by Ye Qisheng with his arm around her shoulder.
"Sigh, time together is always too short." Ye Misheng, under Fu Hengzhi's dangerous gaze, became the last of the three to leave the ward. Before leaving, she winked at Zhou Zhou and asked in an ambiguous tone, "Brother Zhou, can I come to see you again tomorrow?"
After saying that, he used a fork to pick up a piece of apple that had been cut and plated on the bedside table and fed it to the other person.
In the past, Zhou Zhou would never have allowed others to feed him like this. Although he had difficulty moving around, he still had hands.
But now it's different. He hadn't eaten for over 24 hours and was so hungry he was almost dizzy. After saying "Okay," he opened his mouth and bit into the sweet apple piece.
With a satisfied look on his face, he chewed on an apple and said, "Come whenever you want, no one's stopping you."
Ye Misheng's eyes flickered, and he was about to say something more when someone suddenly grabbed him by the back of his collar and pulled him out of the ward.
Fu Hengzhi, with a gloomy face, politely saw the guest off, "Second Young Master Ye, your brother is still waiting for you."
After saying that, the ward door slammed shut in front of Ye Misheng.
Ye Misheng narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the solid wood door in front of him, his expression showing a hint of danger for a moment, but he returned to normal when Wen Luo called him.
He smiled and said, "Coming right away."
Inside the room, a small table was set up on the hospital bed for meals. Zhou Zhou watched Fu Hengzhi's skillful movements without moving, and couldn't help but blurt out, "Mr. Fu, you're very skilled. Are you a regular here?"
As soon as Zhou Zhou finished speaking, he saw Fu Hengzhi's indifferent gaze. Without exaggeration, he felt for a moment that Fu Hengzhi had the urge to pick up a hollow steel table leg and hit him with it.
The veins on the back of Fu Hengzhi's hand disappeared as he let go. He glanced at Zhou Zhou, who was pursing his lips and looking down, and placed several lunch boxes on the table.
Open them one by one.
The aroma of food immediately filled the entire ward. Zhou Zhou couldn't help but swallow, and slowly reached out his right hand to take a spoon to scoop the fish porridge in front of him.
The movements were slow, but at least it got into my mouth.
"Delicious!" Zhou Zhou praised the private chef's skills. "President Fu, do you usually eat at the company instead of going home?"
"Mmm." Fu Hengzhi drank the same porridge as the other person and ate very quickly.
After finishing his portion of food, Zhou Zhou had only eaten less than half of his porridge.
Fu Hengzhi stared at him silently. Zhou Zhou seemed to sense the other's gaze, but there was no use in being anxious. With his slow movements, he could only try to fill each spoon as much as possible to speed up his eating.
Fu Hengzhi watched for a while, then went over and sat on the edge of the hospital bed. He took the spoon from Zhou Zhou's hand, picked up the fish porridge on the table, scooped it up, and handed it to her.
"..." The other person's movements were so smooth that Zhou Zhou's hands were empty before he could react. He felt a little embarrassed. "There's no need for that. I can eat by myself."
Fu Hengzhi looked into his eyes and said in a calm tone, "If Ye Misheng can feed him, why can't I?"
"?" Zhou Zhou's pupils dilated in shock at the other party's words. He forced a dry laugh and said, "No, I just didn't want to trouble you, President Fu."
"It's nothing." Fu Hengzhi's tone remained indifferent, but he still held a spoon closer to Zhou Zhou's lips.
Zhou Zhou had mixed feelings during the meal, and those feelings lingered until bedtime when Fu Hengzhi returned after asking the doctor about the hospitalization situation.
As soon as Fu Hengzhi entered, he met Zhou Zhou's probing gaze. He closed the door, loosened the tie that had been binding him all day, and asked, "Is there a problem?"
That's a huge problem.
Zhou Zhou hesitated for a moment, then said, "President Fu...did your aunt and uncle scold you because of me?"
Fu Hengzhi: "..."
Zhou Zhou pursed his lips. He couldn't think of any other reason why the other party was behaving so abnormally. Seeing that Fu Hengzhi didn't speak, he took it as a tacit agreement. After all, given how much Fu's parents loved the original owner, they might actually do such a thing after he had almost lost his life on set.
"I will explain it to your uncle and aunt, so please don't worry about it."
Upon hearing this, Fu Hengzhi felt as if a tightness was pressing on his chest, unable to exhale or swallow, his chest churning like a blower with each breath.
I feel unwell.
"...If that's what you think, that's fine too."
"I knew it." Zhou Zhou visibly breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, he had an even bolder guess, but the probability of it being true was almost zero.
That means Fu Hengzhi likes him.
It's absurd, isn't it? It's utterly absurd.
"Don't worry, if your aunt and uncle come over tomorrow, I'll explain for you right away." Zhou Zhou thought she was being very considerate. Then she saw Fu Hengzhi take off his suit jacket and hang it on the hanger before lying down on the small bed.
"?" Zhou Zhou was dumbfounded again.
"Mr. Fu, are you staying here again tonight?"
Fu Hengzhi turned over and hummed in response to him.
"Your parents asked me to stay with you."
"Sigh." Zhou Zhou slowly picked up the remote control from the bedside table, lay down gently, and said casually, "I'll talk to them for you tomorrow. No matter how good the conditions are, it's still a hospital. It's too unfair for you to stay here."
The other person didn't reply. Zhou Zhou figured he was probably asleep. After all, a CEO's day is full and tiring. He turned off the bedside lamp and, still quite energetic, picked up his phone and opened Weibo.