Chapter 86: Be Careful, or You’ll End Up Without a Wife

Chapter 86: Careful, or You'll End Up Without a Wife

Under Fu Zhichen's authoritative and domineering declaration,

everyone in the ward—including the doctors who had just rushed in—fixed their gazes on Song Jiang.

Song Jiang closed his eyes, wishing he could just die.

Oh my god, when would some fairy come and take this tyrant CEO away?

He really couldn't take it anymore.

Having been practically invisible in social circles since childhood, this was the first time so many people were staring at him.

He had no experience dealing with this kind of situation.

And now the CEO wanted him to say, "I can only be yours"? Was that even right?

He was just a lowly wage earner by the CEO's side—why did he have to say something like that?

Shouldn't the CEO's terrible possessiveness be checked in a hospital?

Song Jiang bit his lower lip lightly, his fingers unconsciously gripping the seams of his trousers. Those words, so open to interpretation—he really couldn't bring himself to say them.

No one in the ward spoke; silence stretched on for a long while.

Fu Zhichen rested his hand on the pillow, squinting at Song Jiang as if pressuring him. "Steward Song..."

Tian Tian, oblivious to the tense atmosphere in the room, only noticed that her friend's cheeks and neck had turned completely red, which looked alarming. Without hesitation, she cut in to interrupt Fu Zhichen.

"Hey, Brother Zhichen, stop talking! Can't you see Jiangjiang is more uncomfortable? He's all red!"

Then she called out to the doctors in white coats, "Doctors! What are you standing there for? Come and check on him!"

"If anything happens to my friend, I'll have you all fired!"

Crying tears of relief, he was saved. Being friends with Tian Tian was truly a blessing he'd earned over several lifetimes.

Song Jiang shot Tian Tian a grateful look.

Tian Tian, thinking he was too uncomfortable to speak, forced him to sit on the edge of the bed.

The doctor in the white coat took out a stethoscope without being told, rolled up Song Jiang's sleeve to examine his arm, touched his forehead, and conducted a thorough examination.

Finally, under everyone's collective gaze, the doctor said,

"This gentleman, as long as he doesn't develop a fever again today, will basically be fine and can be discharged tomorrow."

"Upon discharge, remember to keep a light diet until the rash fades, absolutely don't scratch, and along with the medicine I prescribe, I believe he'll recover soon."

Tian Tian paid close attention, whispering the doctor's instructions under her breath, then pointed at Song Jiang's face and asked again,

"Doctor, why is Jiangjiang's face so red here? Isn't he actually running a fever?"

"Would you like to check again?"

"No need." The doctor waved his hand dismissively and smiled. "This isn't from illness. It's probably from getting too excited or doing something stimulating—that's why his face is so flushed."

"It'll fade after a while, don't worry."

This doctor sure knew how to talk. "Getting too excited" was right—he'd nearly been caught sleeping with the CEO; it had scared him half to death.

But he definitely hadn't done anything stimulating! He hadn't kissed the CEO!!!

Song Jiang tugged at the doctor's sleeve, looked up weakly, and asked, "What if the itching is really uncomfortable? I'm afraid I won't be able to help myself."

"Apply the ointment every day, and hang in there—it'll gradually get better."

After the doctor finished speaking and left the ward, Song Jiang breathed a sigh of relief. At least there was medicine to alleviate it.

The real reason he asked that question was that he didn't want to hold hands with the CEO.

Because he'd realized his hand was only half the size of the CEO's, making it look like a parent holding a child's hand—completely natural.

During the entire time Tian Tian and Song Jiang were questioning the doctor, Fu Zhichen hadn't said a word.

Song Jiang stole a few glances at Fu Zhichen, thinking to himself: Could it be that because he hadn't followed the CEO's orders, the CEO's face was now so gloomy?

A constant cold aura radiated from him, dropping the temperature in the ward by several degrees.

Tian Tian pointed at Chu Yan aggressively, then at Fu Zhichen, "Go and make Brother Zhichen get off the bed! The bed belongs to Jiangjiang! He's not allowed to lie there!"

Song Jiang noticed Fu Zhichen's face growing darker and felt deeply uneasy.

He thought the CEO seemed angry...

Now was probably not the time to provoke him, or the CEO might blow up.

Song Jiang quickly stood up, blocking Chu Yan. "No need, I've already slept enough. CEO Fu looks like he needs the rest more—let him keep sleeping!"

Tian Tian looked at him with an expression that seemed to say, 'You're still defending others in this state?' and a look that insisted her friend must not be wronged.

"Jiangjiang, you don't need to defend Brother Zhichen. He's the one in the wrong here. You don't need to cover for him."

The more Tian Tian spoke, the more justified she felt. She patted her chest and said, "If Brother Zhichen dares to bully you, just don't worry—I'll always be on your side!"

Chu Yan chimed in eagerly, relishing the drama, "That's right, that's right! And me too — I'm definitely on your side!"

As he spoke, Chu Yan gave Fu Zhichen a mockingly look.

Song Jiang felt that expression meant: 'Don't you dare bully the steward, or I'll whisk him away in a minute!'

Finally, Song Jiang saw Chu Yan's lips move, but no sound came out.

Song Jiang silently read Chu Yan's lips, repeating the syllables a few times. The first two words were easy: "Careful..."

The rest...

*A-li-mei-nao-po?*

*A-li-mei-nao-bo?*

Mouthing them together:

"Careful, or you'll end up without a wife?"

Fu Zhichen crossed his arms, snorted contemptuously, ignored Chu Yan and Tian Tian, and instead answered Song Jiang.

"Steward Song, I'm not like you. Your body is so fragile."

"..."

"The CEO started giving cold looks and cutting remarks again."

"Song Jiang became increasingly convinced that the CEO had a split personality."

"Fu Zhichen didn't say another word to the three people in the ward. He called in his bodyguards, changed into a suit, and went out."

"At Tian Tian's strong insistence, Song Jiang lay back down on the bed."

"The spot was exactly where Fu Zhichen had been sitting. The owner of the cool sandalwood scent was gone, but the residual warmth and fragrance remained. Lying quietly there, he inexplicably felt at ease and content."

"Chu Yan sat on the edge of the bed and asked with concern, "Is the Steward hungry? Is there anything you want to eat? I can go get it for you!""

"Song Jiang barely hesitated. "I want to eat pork buns!""

""That won't do. Didn't the doctor just say you need to eat light? If you're hungry, eat some fruit first!""

"After saying that, Tian Tian sat on a stool by the bed. First, she handed Song Jiang a peeled banana, then picked up a fruit knife and began to peel an apple."

"After thinking for a moment, she said, "Jiang Jiang, you can choose between vegetable noodles, clear soup wontons, or plain congee.""

"Song Jiang was silent. He quietly stuffed the banana into his mouth. A life without meat is no life at all."

"After peeling the apple, Tian Tian saw that Song Jiang still hadn't answered. She simply took a few red bills from her bag and shoved them into Chu Yan's hand."

""Chu Yan, you go! Since Jiang Jiang can't decide, just buy one of each and bring them back!""

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