Chapter 157: Commendation (2 in 1)

Chapter 157: Commendation (Two-in-One)

After Jiang Hanyu’s verdict was announced, he was remanded to Kowloon Prison to begin serving his sentence.

Three years of imprisonment, and now half a year has already passed.

Everything he once tirelessly schemed for—usurping Jian Ruochen's identity as the legitimate heir, becoming Jiang Mingshan's son, enduring countless scornful looks and hardships—all of it was gone now!

…Jian Ruochen!

Jiang Hanyu mentally chewed on this name over and over, infusing it with hatred, choking it back in his throat.

But then, a thought occurred to him, and he felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

No matter how clever Jian Ruochen was, what good would it do him? He was going to die!

During the recreation period the afternoon before last, the news broadcasted a notice about blood testing and donation.

STN even reported that Jian Ruochen had been shot, lost excessive blood, and urgently needed a transfusion.

As a fellow Rh-negative blood type, Jiang Hanyu knew all too well the agony of not finding a blood supply after excessive blood loss.

Back then, Jiang Mingshan and Lu Qian had searched in private for so long without any success. In all of Hong Kong, probably only he and Jian Ruochen shared the same blood type.

Now that Jian Ruochen was in desperate need, there was no time to spare.

He wouldn’t donate blood.

He wanted to watch Jian Ruochen die!

Serves him right!

Hah, serves him right!

Die!

Breaking from his usual numbness, Jiang Hanyu spent the next day and a half in buoyant spirits, picturing the wretched condition Jian Ruochen would be in when he died.

He wet his comb and slicked back his hair, then headed to the textile department for reform through labor.

Jiang Hanyu wasn't skilled at much, his physical strength was poor, and he had a blood disease. He had once collapsed while working in the fields, so he could only handle textile work.

Conditions at Kowloon Prison were deplorable.

Meals and sleeping arrangements were crude, and even the brown prison uniforms were made of coarse cloth that chafed the skin and made everyone itch.

At noon, Jiang Hanyu went to get his meal as usual, tray in hand.

The prison guards treated him with similar disdain.

Other inmates’ families would send in basic necessities from time to time.

Those who knew how to work the system would smuggle in cigarettes and watches, providing kickbacks to the guards to ensure their family members were treated well and not subjected to harsh treatment.

But since Jiang Hanyu had been imprisoned, it was as if the outside world had forgotten him. No one came to visit, let alone send packages or bribes.

The guard’s serving spoon shook, knocking off a few pieces of meat from the top before dumping the rest into Jiang Hanyu’s bowl. “Next.”

Jiang Hanyu glanced at the guard but didn’t argue over the missing meat as he usually would.

Jian Ruochen was going to die—he was in a good mood.

Without a word, Jiang Hanyu found a seat with a view of the TV, quietly sipped his vegetable soup, and waited for the news to broadcast Jian Ruochen’s death. The corners of his eyes and mouth twitched into an unconscious smile.

Soon, someone sat down across from him.

“Jiang Hanyu, I know that since STN reported the news the afternoon before last, you’ve been hoping for something bad to happen to Jian Ruochen. But nothing will happen to him.” Huo Jinze said with conviction.

He wore a suede watch on his wrist, his hair was cleanly buzzed, and his back was straight. The gloom and cowardice that once clouded his features were gone, replaced by a fierce, formidable presence.

The glasses on Huo Jinze’s nose were new too—clearly, he was faring well.

This was their first conversation since being imprisoned.

Jiang Hanyu glanced at him and sneered, “He’s the one who put you in here, yet you wish him well? You had a brief fling with Feng Jiaming, so why did you kill him?”

Jiang Hanyu looked at the watch on Huo Jinze’s wrist. “Of course you wish him well. He arranged for people to send you medical textbooks, watches, and clothes. You killed Feng Jiaming, ended up in prison, and now your life is even better than it was at Hong Kong University. It feels good not to have anyone dominating you, doesn’t it?”

Huo Jinze frowned.

What happened with Feng Jiaming for a time was a disgrace to him. Most people in prison knew about it, but no one dared to provoke him with it.

Shortly after entering prison, he had gotten into a fight with three people after being mocked, establishing his reputation and leaving a scar on his eyebrow.

The incident was supposed to be reported, but Jian Ruochen’s letters and packages contained cigarettes and three watches. Inmates weren’t allowed to smoke or possess metal items, so the guards confiscated everything under that pretext, and the matter was dropped.

Prison was isolated, with its own social system. Although unintentional, Jian Ruochen had helped him more than once.

Huo Jinze had good grades, a positive attitude toward reform through labor, and was a student at Hong Kong University Medical School. Later, he was assigned to the infirmary to assist the prison medical staff, enjoying both leisure and respect.

No one dared to provoke him anymore.

Jiang Hanyu glanced at him, disgusted, and looked away.

Huo Jinze coldly stared at him. “You have the same blood type as him. Why didn’t you come to donate blood yesterday? Don’t you want a reduced sentence?”

Yesterday, an announcement came down that those who successfully donated blood, regardless of whether their blood type matched, would have a chance at a reduced sentence.

“Donate blood for him? A reduced sentence?” Jiang Hanyu laughed as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing. “Hahaha, I’ll only serve three years at most. After I get out, I’ll live as luxuriously as I please. Why should I care whether Jian Ruochen lives or dies? He never cared about me before! It’s best if he dies!”

Jian Ruochen never donated blood for him, so why should he help save Jian Ruochen’s life?

Absolutely not!

“You’re afraid he’ll die, aren’t you?” Jiang Hanyu looked at Huo Jinze with a taunting smile. “He’s so handsome. I heard that during your interrogation, he even gave you water and wiped your tears. Do you like him?”

Huo Jinze’s face darkened. He clenched his fists, took off his watch and glasses.

The people around them immediately fell silent.

Huo Jinze treasured these possessions greatly and always took them off before disciplining someone.

Just then, the introductory music for the midday news began playing on the TV in the Kowloon Prison cafeteria.

Huo Jinze looked up at the TV.

Guards patrolled the perimeter.

The cafeteria was almost silent, the clatter of spoons against meal trays or bowls barely audible.

On the television, STN anchor Chen Zhuyao sat composed behind the news desk.

STN had an unwritten rule: major news stories were always delivered by their lead anchor, Chen Zhuyao.

"Welcome to STN's midday news. Today is January 21, 1994. I'm your host, Chen Zhuyao." She wore an elegant, vibrant red blazer with shoulder pads over a white mock neck shirt, her hands clasped together on the desk, a slight smile playing on her lips, her expression remarkably relaxed.

Jiang Hanyu held his breath, a sense of dread rising within him.

Jian Ruochen was the owner of STN. If something had happened to him, Chen Zhuyao wouldn't look this calm.

Had someone willingly donated blood for Jian Ruochen?

Under the glow of the television screen, Chen Zhuyao's clear voice reached everyone's ears through the speakers.

"Unity is strength; help comes from all directions. Recently, companies under Connaught provided 1.9 billion in funding to support and promote blood donation efforts in Hong Kong. Dozens of donors with rare blood types were successfully found. Among them, a young woman from the mainland traveled thousands of miles upon hearing the news and donated 400ml of blood. An elderly fisherman from a village later donated 400ml as well, helping the patient pull through."

"Currently, Jian Ruochen is awake. We extend our gratitude to all donors for their cooperation and contribution. You have not only saved Mr. Jian but also benefited countless ordinary citizens in need of blood."

"Let's now hear from some of them…"

Jiang Hanyu stared blankly at Chen Zhuyao's lips moving on the screen.

Dozens?

How could there be dozens?

If there were dozens, why hadn’t the Jiang family found even one?

Huo Jinze relaxed his posture and put his watch and glasses back on.

Jiang Hanyu, forgetting to eat, stared at the television in shock.

The camera cut to a close-up of a hospital room.

A new mother lay on the bed, holding her child. "I’m very grateful to those who actively responded to Connaught’s call to donate blood. During my delivery, I hemorrhaged, and the hospital had no matching blood at the time. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to benefit from Connaught’s initiative… Thank you, everyone…"

As she spoke, she lovingly stroked the cheek of the baby in her arms.

A field reporter approached and asked, "Do you have any message for the blood donors?"

"After I finish recovering from childbirth and regain my strength, I will definitely donate blood as well. I hope everyone continues to pay it forward and help build Hong Kong’s blood banks."

The reporter interviewed several other beneficiaries from different hospitals, all expressing praise for Connaught’s generosity and influence, and gratitude for the initiative.

The camera returned to the studio, where Chen Zhuyao smiled and said, "Many may not know this, but the young woman from the mainland not only shares the same blood type as Mr. Jian but also has another personal connection to him. We managed to secure an exclusive interview with her. Now, let’s go to our field reporter—"

The screen flickered slightly, revealing the young woman’s face.

She wore a mainland-style dress uniform, looking spirited and heroic. Her face was free of makeup except for a touch of light pink lipstick, and her military cap, with its rolled brim, made her face appear petite and refined.

The reporter said, "Would you like to introduce yourself to everyone?"

She stood at attention and saluted, declaring clearly, "Hello, everyone. I am He Qiguang."

Jiang Hanyu’s face suddenly changed.

He recognized that face!

She was the one Lu Qian had brought over to donate hematopoietic stem cells for him!

How could she…

The reporter asked, "How did you know your blood type matched Consultant Jian’s, and what made you decide to fly from the mainland to donate blood? Did your family agree?"

He Qiguang straightened her posture. "When I was younger and more naive, I was accidentally trafficked to Hong Kong and confined in a hospital where illegal blood harvesting took place. That’s when I learned my blood type."

The reporter asked, "Was it the hospital involved in illegal organ transplants?"

"Yes," He Qiguang’s expression softened momentarily. "It was Consultant Jian who uncovered the irregularities at that hospital. STN’s lead anchor, Chen Zhuyao, risked her life to film inside the hospital, and thanks to the West Kowloon Region Police Station, I was able to return home safely."

"Since then, I’ve been following STN’s news closely. When I heard about Jian Ruochen’s condition, I immediately decided to come."

"My family, of course, supported me. My grandfather even arranged the flight."

The reporter paused.

Before she could ask another question, the female soldier stared directly into the camera and said coldly, "I’ve heard that the person who forced me to donate blood back then is not only guilty of financial crimes but also espionage. I hope you reform yourself. In three years, Consultant Jian and I will be family. I hope you’ll be prepared for the mainland's questioning by then."

Actually, she wanted to say that the 5.9 billion—no, the 6.9 billion Little God of Wealth—was already part of their family.

But her grandfather had told her not to, saying it was too soon to mention it publicly to avoid negative repercussions.

He Qiguang pursed her lips in frustration and turned back to the reporter.

The reporter put on a professional smile. "Alright. I heard you didn’t take the 58 million Hong Kong dollar reward. Why is that?"

He Qiguang replied, "I came to repay a debt for saving my life. Of course, I wouldn’t take money. I will distribute the reward among other Hong Kong residents with the same blood type who pass the medical screening. I hope those with rare blood types can support each other and build a better future together."

After speaking, she saluted again.

Her palm faced downward, the tip of her middle finger touching the brim of her cap—a crisp salute.

·

Jiang Hanyu stared at the television, lightheaded and gasping with anger, veins throbbing at his temples.

At this moment, he suddenly felt as if the slap he had dealt half a year ago had now landed squarely on his own face.

Jiang Hanyu hissed, "This can’t be real…"

It absolutely couldn’t be!

Without Jian Ruochen, STN was nothing but a spent force!

This had to be a lie, spread to stabilize Connaught’s stock price!

Jiang Hanyu shook violently, desperately trying to convince himself.

·

West Kowloon Major Crimes Unit lounge.

Guan Yingjun’s pupils dilated sharply as he watched the female soldier’s salute.

He recognized this salute!

When Jian Ruochen received his first Good Citizen Award, he reflexively gave this salute to Lei Jinwen!

So this was actually a mainland military salute!

Even if the original Jian Ruochen had spent some time with mainlanders, he could never have performed such a standard military salute.

That kind of reflex comes from constant exposure and daily repetition over time.

Jian Ruochen didn't have a dual personality—he was truly a different person!

He abruptly stood up.

Guan Yingjun broke out in a cold sweat, feeling a fear like never before.

Jian Ruochen had been asleep for so long—when he woke up, would he still be the man he loved?

If not, where would his Jian Ruochen have gone?

"What's wrong?" Chen Jincai slung his arm over the back of the breakroom sofa, glancing sideways at Guan Yingjun, who had suddenly stood up, and teased, "No way, sir, are you really jealous just because a female soldier is repaying a favor?"

By now, almost everyone in the West Kowloon Major Crimes Unit, except for a few who were emotionally clueless, was well aware of the relationship between Guan Yingjun and Jian Ruochen.

That embrace at the old gold shop and the distraught way Guan Yingjun had carried him down this time were pretty clear evidence.

Other units had mostly given up on trying to snatch up the Little God of Wealth to their teams.

It was impossible, utterly impossible.

Unless they could surpass Guan Yingjun in looks.

Chen Jincai looked at Guan Yingjun's face with a complicated expression.

The guy had a terrible temper, but his physique was truly impressive, and his face was undeniably handsome.

Guan Yingjun shrugged on his jacket. "I'm going to the hospital to see him."

Chen Jincai winked. "Can't wait? There's still the commendation from the Public Relations Section later—don’t you want to hear how the mainland is praising him?"

Guan Yingjun wasn't thinking about any of that.

Without a word, he pulled open the stairwell door, took a few steps, then broke into a run, sprinting toward the parking lot.

He got in the car, shut the door, turned the key, stepped on the gas, swung out of the parking spot, and charged straight out of the lot.

The wooden parking barrier was knocked flying into the greenery with a loud crash.

Like one fluid motion.

The patrol officer on duty glanced at the license plate, recognized it as Detective Guan's car, and, like it was just another day, noted down the fine in his book. He then retrieved the barrier from the bushes, returned to his post, and switched on STN Radio.

Chen Zhuyao's voice was just coming through: "As the heir to Connaught, Jian Ruochen has actively thrown himself into building up Hong Kong. He says he doesn’t understand finance but wants to contribute in other ways to help the citizens of Hong Kong in whatever way he can."

·

Queen Mary Hospital, Kowloon.

Jian Ruochen, sitting up in the hospital bed, listened to this, his face flushed and his voice weak. "Change the channel, change it!"

Uncle Luo, why did he say everything out loud?

This is so... so sentimental.

So embarrassing.

He was digging his toes into the bedsheets. "Put on a cartoon or something."

The doctor tried not to laugh. "You don’t know yet—the mainland has sent you a commendation letter and a medal. The Public Relations Section is going to read it out next. Don’t you want to hear it? Should I change the channel?"

Jian Ruochen hesitated for a moment, but as the doctor moved to change the channel, he leaned forward to stop him. "Fine, let’s listen."

He did want to hear the mainland’s commendation. For the sake of the recognition, he could put up with the mushy part a little.

The doctor smiled, put down the remote, and turned to check the readings from the ECG and blood pressure monitor beside the bed.

On TV.

Chen Zhuyao said, "Jian Ruochen has been involved in dozens of joint investment projects between the mainland and Hong Kong. Together with Hong Kong businesspeople like Gu Youming and Xu Jiahui, he has become a pioneer in responding to the reform and opening-up policy. He also co-founded the Hong Kong Pier Air Catering Co., Ltd. with Mr. Gu Youming, promoting cultural and culinary exchanges between the two regions."

"The mainland has specifically sent a commendation letter. We’ve gotten permission to broadcast the Public Relations Section’s public reading of the letter. Now, let’s take a look at the commendation."

·

Fishing Village, Wild Fishing Park Pier.

The old man who sold fishing gear was angling when he heard this on his portable radio. He immediately set down his fishing rod. "Du Luoxin! They’re commending Consultant Jian on TV right now. Aren’t you going home to watch?"

Du Luoxin mumbled in reply but said, "I brought a portable TV—got it at a street stall a couple of days ago. It has a screen too."

The old man exclaimed, "Wow! Nice gadget. Let me see too."

Four or five villagers immediately crowded around Du Luoxin, straining to see the tiny four-inch screen of the portable TV.

On the screen.

The Public Relations Section chief held the letter, and his formal, weighty voice came through the speakers.

"Jian Ruochen, Hong Kong Basic Law Legislative Committee member, outstanding entrepreneur of Hong Kong, has made significant contributions to national development and construction. He has helped facilitate exchange and cooperation between Hong Kong and the mainland, established the national defense fund 'Tiangong,' which has not only advanced research in astrophysics but also significantly advanced rocket research."

"Moreover, Jian Ruochen has actively helped improve Hong Kong youth’s understanding of Chinese history and culture."

·

In the hospital bed, Jian Ruochen was feeling his ears burn.

The Legislative Committee doesn't even exist until three years after the handover. He’d only mentioned it casually over dinner once, and now it was being announced publicly? Isn’t this too early?

And what history and culture?

Culinary history and culture?

He’d wanted to open retail shops at Hong Kong piers mainly to help people make better living and, on the side, to try all the good food from all over.

He never thought even this would get recognition.

What's so commendable about that?

And "Tiangong," this fund was also set up to scam Oliver Keith. The subsequent investment of one billion USD was made during a meal with a senior official, where he ate too much.

He just ate without saying a word, too embarrassed to talk.

·

The head of the Public Relations Section looked at the words on the letter, sweat beading on his forehead.

These... these phrases.

Would saying this get him assassinated by the British Hong Kong government?

Whatever. If they assassinate me, they assassinate me.

The head of the Public Relations Section said, his voice trembling, "Since the Handover turmoil, Jian Ruochen has actively participated in investigations, solved several major cases, helped Hong Kong rid itself of cancers on society, and thus became a pain in the neck for anyone with an agenda."

He swallowed hard, his blood pressure climbing, and plowed ahead: "As a standard-bearer in journalism, under the leadership of Jian Ruochen, STN courageously revealed the truth of multiple cases, pioneering the public trial of corrupt capitalists and seeking justice for the people."

"Jian Ruochen collaborated closely with the West Kowloon Region Police Station, bringing to justice businessmen who disrupted Hong Kong, such as Jiang Mingshan and Lu Qian, preventing them from further harming the people of Hong Kong and engaging in unlawful activities. He is an outstanding representative of the youth."

"The award recognizes his firm support for the Party's leadership, exemplary adherence to constitutional laws, active participation in the construction of socialism with Chinese characteristics, and fulfillment of the important requirements, as the saying goes, to 'set lofty ideals, love his country, take on the responsibilities of the times, courageously strive hard, master solid skills, and cultivate moral character,'① with outstanding work achievements and positive social influence."

"He is hereby awarded the China Youth May Fourth Medal."

"In recognition of his significant investments in major engineering projects, donations to aviation and military funds, and the Tiangong Fund for astrophysics research."

"He is hereby awarded the Outstanding Contribution Medal."

"Sincerely,"

The scene cut to the STN studio.

Chen Zhuyao, her eyes reddened, said, her voice choked with emotion, "With such recognition and role models, I believe more and more concerned citizens will follow in the footsteps of these pioneers."

She paused and added, "Moving on to our next story. According to exclusive reports from our station, after Lu Rong disbanded the triad under Lu Qian's name, he did not pay severance or resettlement money to the triad members. Instead, he took all the proceeds to launder the money. His money laundering methods have been uncovered by the West Kowloon Region Police Station and are under further investigation. It is reported that he has been summoned for questioning."

·

In the cafeteria of Kowloon Prison.

Jiang Hanyu hadn't eaten a single bite since the STN noon news began.

Hearing this, his throat constricted, and his chest felt tight.

Lu Rong... arrested?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

He had been waiting for Lu Rong and Jian Ruochen to exhaust each other so that after his release, he could reap the rewards and live freely!

Jiang Hanyu thought of the female soldier's words—

"I hope you will cooperate with the mainland's interrogation by then!"

Jiang Hanyu's mind reeled. He tilted his head back, gasping for air, but his chest hurt so badly it felt like it was splitting open. He couldn't even take a full breath.

He looked at Huo Jinze sitting across from him, meeting those cold, mocking eyes.

Huo Jinze had already finished the food on his plate. For good behavior, he had an extra chicken leg. The bone, tinged with red, lay neatly on the plate.

Jiang Hanyu watched, scooping a spoonful of flavorless rice into his mouth.

His chest still ached, and the rice had no flavor.

It tasted like chewing wax.

Huo Jinze looked at his gaunt, pale face—no longer delicate or refined—stood up with his tray, and said condescendingly, "See, he’s doing so well, always turning peril into safety, completely unscathed. But you… you’re different."

Jiang Hanyu tried to speak, but as he inhaled, a piece of half-chewed rice got lodged in his windpipe.

He coughed violently, his whole body shaking as blood rushed backward. Unable to swallow the rice, he had to spit it out.

Tears and snot streamed down Jiang Hanyu’s face as he coughed, but his windpipe remained irritated, and nothing else came up.

His mind swirled with recent fantasies—fantasies of Jian Ruochen’s death, fantasies of a beautiful life after release.

Then came the images: Chen Zhuyao’s mercilessly moving lips, the cold, stern face of the female soldier and her cutting words, and the mainland’s commendation of Jian Ruochen.

A wave of disgust rose in his chest.

Jiang Hanyu’s vision darkened, blood surged to his head, and with a "pfft," he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He couldn’t stop coughing.

But no one came to help.

Many inmates in Kowloon Prison were there because of Lu Rong’s betrayal, and they hated nothing more than being unable to take revenge on Lu Rong.

Now, Jian Ruochen had stepped up, was close to capturing Lu Rong, and had done so much good.

Jian Ruochen deserved respect.

They were just desperate souls trying to survive in Hong Kong. Given a choice, who would choose to be a criminal?

Jiang Hanyu covered his mouth, horrified at the sight of the blood. Just before he passed out completely, Huo Jinze pinched his philtrum, jolting him awake with pain.

Huo Jinze said, "Want to apply for compassionate release?"

Tearfully, Jiang Hanyu nodded, grabbing Huo Jinze’s fingers. "Save me. You are trained in medicine, aren’t you? Save me."

Huo Jinze thought of his earlier wish for Jian Ruochen’s death and smiled cynically. "Compassionate release requires family members to come to the prison to handle the paperwork. If I recall… your only relative was Jiang Mingshan. Didn’t you betray him and get him killed?"

Hong Kong had not yet been returned, and the prison system hadn’t been reformed. Here, no one would come to save Jiang Hanyu.

Huo Jinze released him, watching Jiang Hanyu collapse in a heap to the floor, then raised his hand to report it to the prison guard.

Jiang Hanyu heard the end-of-broadcast music of STN (Satellite Television Network)'s noon news, saw the light growing dimmer, and listened as Huo Jinze’s footsteps grew distant.

His eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness completely.

·

At Mary Hospital.

Jian Ruochen gritted his teeth, his nose stinging as he unconsciously breathed shallowly.

This was supposed to be an honor, yet it felt overwhelmingly moving.

He knew part of the mainland’s commendation was about setting an example, hoping to shift some Hong Kong citizens’ perceptions of the mainland through him.

Show the magnanimity of a great nation, show that after Hong Kong's return, credit will be given, and faults will be acknowledged.

It wasn’t as terrifying as the rumors made it out to be.

But it was still touching.

It felt as though everything he had done, whether big or small, intentional or unintentional, had been seen and remembered by someone else, little by little, accumulated over time.

He grabbed a tissue with his right hand, casually wiped the corner of his eye, and lowered his gaze as he tossed the tissue toward the trash bin by the hospital bed. The movement tugged at the wound on his shoulder, making him miss in pain, and the tissue fell to the floor, rolling next to a pair of leather shoes.

Jian Ruochen looked up and saw Guan Yingjun, panting heavily. "What’s wrong?"

Guan Yingjun studied him carefully. "Jian Ruochen?"

"Hmm?" Jian Ruochen looked puzzled.

Guan Yingjun sat by the hospital bed, raised a trembling hand, and covered his face for a moment. "It’s nothing."

He took Jian Ruochen’s right hand, lifted it, and kissed his fingertips. "It’s nothing. It’s just good that it’s you."

Just as he had feared when he first realized his feelings for Jian Ruochen.

His affection for this person had grown uncontrollably, beyond reason. He didn’t care who Jian Ruochen truly was deep down or what motives he might have—he only cared about where and how he would live.

Guan Yingjun had brought a bowl of congee with lean meat and century egg in rich broth. He held a cup for Jian Ruochen to rinse his mouth, helped him compose himself, and then began feeding him with a spoon.

Jian Ruochen couldn’t eat while asleep.

The first taste felt unbelievably delicious.

His appetite stirred, and looking at Guan Yingjun’s slightly thinner face, he whispered, "Come here."

Guan Yingjun leaned closer.

Jian Ruochen: "A little more."

Guan Yingjun bent down, and before he could react, he was kissed on the corner of his lips.

Jian Ruochen said, "I like you."

Guan Yingjun pressed his lips together, lowered his gaze, and said, "I love you."

Jian Ruochen was left speechless.

Outside the door, the attending physician quietly closed the door he had just opened.

Wow, are these two dating? So sweet.

It made him miss his own wife.

Guan Yingjun picked up the spoon again and continued feeding Jian Ruochen. "Get well soon. Do you want to interrogate Lu Rong yourself?"