"Aunt Jiang, I'm really sorry for what happened today, it's all my fault..."

"You and Jingchun don't actually date, do you?"

Xu Xizhou was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer Jiang Xia, but the latter smiled faintly.

"He's allergic to peanuts, there's no way his boyfriend didn't know that."

This scene was still played out, Xu Xizhou's heart was cold, and when Zhuang Jingchun woke up, he would definitely tear up the contract.

"Aunt Jiang, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you..."

"Don't worry, I'm not here to blame you. Besides, I can understand it. Maybe my child was pushing too hard, so he came up with such a solution. But...you should be different in his heart."

"Ah?" Xu Xizhou was a little confused.

"You may not know that the first thing he said to me when he fell ill was to tell me not to blame you."

Hearing Jiang Xia's words, Xu Xizhou was shocked and showed an expression of disbelief.

Even if that guy doesn't get in the way, will he still speak for him?

"Jingchun's symptoms are under control, just rest well. I have to go back to the museum to deal with some things. I'll have to trouble you to take care of Jingchun later."

Jiang Xia patted him on the shoulder, showed a funny smile, turned and left.

Xu Xizhou was walking on the quiet corridor, but he still couldn't get back to his senses.

When he arrived at the intensive care unit, he paced back and forth, and it took him a long time to gather his courage and knock on the door of the ward.

"Enter."

He heard Zhuang Jingchun's voice with a rare weakness, and the guilt in his heart deepened a little, and walked in lightly.

"What's wrong with your eyes?"

Zhuang Jingchun frowned slightly and looked at him.

"It was smoked by disinfectant." Xu Xizhou pretended to be calm because he didn't want others to see his vulnerable side.

"Mrs. Zhuang talked to me just now. She saw that I was acting. I'm sorry, I screwed up everything."

"So what?" The man looked straight at him with deep, lake-like eyes.

"I don't think I'll be able to complete that contract, or... you can find a more suitable person to agree to marry,"

"With such a small setback, you are about to give up?"

Xu Xizhou lowered his eyes, "You don't understand at all, my own life is in a mess right now, I'm falling out with my adoptive parents, and a bunch of people are waiting to see my jokes..."

"Then you have to give up racing, the dream you've been working on for more than ten years? It seems that your love for racing is no more than that."

The sarcasm in Zhuang Jingchun's tone was like a needle pierced into Xu Xizhou's mind. He looked at the man's still morbid face, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time in his heart burst instantly.

"What's the matter, have you watched my games? Do you know how much I paid to get into F2?"

Zhuang Jingchun was silent for a few seconds before slowly saying, "You won the National Karting Championship at the age of thirteen, and your first F2 participation was at the age of 16. This spring, at Melbourne Station, you started in the back row, overtook wildly all the way, and got out. Unexpectedly took third place, Spain, with fuel leaks and tire wear, you got on the podium again with your excellent overtaking ability and perfect stopping strategy."

"These, am I right?"

"How...how do you know so much?" Xu Xizhou was suddenly stunned. He had always thought that half a year ago in Melbourne was the first time the two met, but now he realized that it was not at all.

"My dad loves racing cars, and I occasionally accompany him to races when I'm in Europe."

Men seem a little uncomfortable when it comes to this topic. He took off his glasses and pressed the bridge of his sore nose.

"In short, since you have signed the agreement, you must continue to perform your obligations. In addition, I have already contacted the team in Europe, and the results will be available in two days."

Xu Xizhou sat next to him and got close, only to realize that there was a very shallow scar on the corner of the man's right eye, but it had been covered by the spectacle frame before, he didn't notice it.

Seemingly aware that Xu Xizhou was looking at him, Zhuang Jingchun quickly put on his glasses and his face returned to indifference.

"I'm fine, you don't have to stay here."

"But I promised Aunt Zhuang to stay here and take care of you."

"You take care of me, I might recover more slowly."

Xu Xizhou gritted his teeth, desperately trying to make himself ignore Zhuang Jingchun's ridicule, and tried to pull out a smile.

"Do you want to drink water? Or if you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me."

"You look at me so tenderly, it's very scary." Zhuang Jingchun curled the corner of her mouth, and before Xu Xizhou was about to have a seizure, she said softly, "Go buy me a can of oranges, canned oranges."

When he was a child, every time he was hospitalized with allergies, his grandmother and grandfather would buy canned food for him to eat. The two old men had long since passed away, but he always remembered the smell of canned oranges in his heart.

"How old are you, you still like to eat canned oranges. My students are not as naive as you are." Xu Xizhou muttered, but his body stood up honestly.

He walked around the nearby convenience stores and supermarkets, and finally bought the brand that Zhuang Jingchun had designated. He returned to the ward with a few bottles of canned food. Just as he was about to push the door in, something flashed in his mind. one time.

Something is wrong. Zhuang Jingchun knows him too well. He even knows when he won the kart championship and when he participated in F2. An ordinary spectator who only watches races as a pastime on weekends will not know so much.

Xu Xizhou narrowed his eyes and walked into the ward in a very good mood.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he thoughtfully handed the spoon to Zhuang Jingchun's hand, and opened the lid of the can.

Zhuang Jingchun's eyes moved from the can to his face, slightly unhappy.

"I have a question. Even the reporters from Racing Daily don't necessarily know when I won the domestic kart championship. How can you know so much?"

He sat closer, his eyes were bright, and with a bit of slyness, he looked into the man's eyes, "Could it be... you're actually my fan, right?"