In the afternoon, Chu Nanyu made a special trip home to accompany Tan Qinyin to the hospital.
Tan Qinyin was relatively satisfied with his response from the morning and didn’t hold a grudge against him anymore.
Chu Nanyu had booked a VIP infusion room in advance, and He Wenzhou personally helped change the medication.
While Tan Qinyin was receiving her infusion in the inner room, He Wenzhou teased Chu Nanyu in a playful tone: “How does it feel to play the role of a fake husband for someone else’s wife? Must be pretty thrilling, huh?”
Chu Nanyu shot him a glance and ignored him.
He Wenzhou didn’t mind and continued his banter: “Hey, if a beauty like that kept calling me ‘husband,’ I wouldn’t be able to resist!”
He sighed, “What a waste for that guy Lu Yanzhi. Speaking of which, he must be fuming with anger, right?”
Chu Nanyu recalled the look Lu Yanzhi gave him yesterday and replied calmly, “If he’s fuming, are you going to go offer incense to him?”
“…”
He Wenzhou chuckled softly, not taking offense. “Seriously though, the fairy sister only has eyes for you now. Why not take this chance to steal her away?”
Chu Nanyu lowered his gaze slightly. “Stop being ridiculous.”
“And you stop pretending,” He Wenzhou raised an eyebrow. “Others might not know you, but I do. If you didn’t have any feelings for Tan Qinyin, even if she were the sister of the Jade Emperor himself, you wouldn’t bother with this kind of trouble!”
Chu Nanyu’s expression remained unreadable. After a pause, he replied, “You have even more free time than I do.”
With that, he turned and walked toward the inner room.
He Wenzhou shook his head with a light laugh, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.
Falling for a married woman—it seemed even Chu Nanyu couldn’t escape the mundane and was about to taste the bitterness of love.
**
Song Qinghe was returning to the capital today, and Tan Qinyin had arranged to have dinner with her.
After the infusion, Chu Nanyu drove Tan Qinyin to the restaurant.
He had a dinner engagement that evening and would be running late.
“I’ll have the driver come pick you up later.”
“No need,” Tan Qinyin smiled. “Qinghe will take me back.”
“Remember to head home early after you’re done.”
Chu Nanyu responded softly, “Okay.”
Just as Tan Qinyin’s fingertips touched the car door handle, she suddenly remembered something, paused, and slowly turned back.
The light inside the car was dim. She leaned in slightly, her long hair slipping from her shoulder and brushing against Chu Nanyu’s arm.
Before he could react, her soft lips gently pressed against his cheek, leaving a fleeting kiss.
It was light and soft, like a cloud grazing the skin, yet it burned with startling intensity.
Chu Nanyu stiffened, his breath catching for half a second.
Tan Qinyin pulled back slightly, the corners of her eyes curving into a sweet smile. “Goodbye, husband.”
She pushed open the car door and walked away with light steps.
The lingering warmth on his cheek refused to fade. Chu Nanyu remained seated in place, his fingers tightening slightly.
In the driver’s seat ahead, Qin Jun didn’t dare make a sound.
He deeply regretted not raising the partition!
After a long while, a voice finally came from the back. “Let’s go.”
Qin Jun snapped back to attention. “Yes.”
…
As soon as Tan Qinyin entered the private room, she was greeted with a big bear hug.
Since the Lunar New Year, Song Qinghe had been filming in Hengdian, and the two hadn’t seen each other for three months.
“My dear Yinyin, did you miss me?”
Tan Qinyin laughed. “Do you even need to ask? Of course.”
Song Qinghe examined the gauze on her forehead and frowned. “How’s the injury on your head?”
Tan Qinyin replied, “It’ll be almost healed after two more dressing changes. Don’t worry.”
After they sat down, Song Qinghe asked the server to bring the dishes, all of which were Tan Qinyin’s favorites.
While eating and chatting casually, Song Qinghe asked, “Your car is being repaired, so how did you get here just now?”
Nowadays, taxis are all electric cars, and Tan Qinyin gets severe motion sickness in them, so she basically never takes them.
Tan Qinyin took a sip of her drink. “My husband drove me here.”
Song Qinghe’s expression suddenly turned a bit strange, and she asked uncertainly, “Is it… Chu Nanyu?”
Tan Qinyin nodded. “Yeah, who else would it be?”
Song Qinghe paused for half a second, then smiled very naturally and picked up a piece of chicken for her friend. “Come on, eat more, you’ve lost weight.”
Tan Qinyin didn’t notice the subtle oddness in her expression, her cheeks slightly puffed out. “Not at all, you’re the one who’s lost weight. When I hugged you just now, there wasn’t a bit of meat on you.”
“Ah, well, I can’t help it. It’s for filming.”
Song Qinghe responded calmly on the surface, but inside, she was already screaming wildly.
Ahhh, it’s actually true!
Yesterday, Yinyin’s brother called her and said that after the car accident, Yinyin’s memory had some issues. Not only had she forgotten Lu Yanzhi, but she had also mistakenly recognized Chu Nanyu as her husband. She found it absolutely unbelievable!
After all, Yinyin really liked Lu Yanzhi!
As for Chu Nanyu, because he was her brother’s friend, Yinyin would occasionally run into him and exchange a few words, but they usually had no interaction at all. How could she mistake him for her husband?
He had the looks of a playboy, but his personality was famously cold and difficult to approach.
Yinyin mistaking him for her husband—she really couldn’t imagine what that scene would look like~
To avoid accidentally giving herself away, Song Qinghe didn’t bring up a single topic related to Lu Yanzhi, only chatting about entertainment gossip and daily life.
Unconsciously, the two of them talked for over two hours.
Song Qinghe prepared to take Tan Qinyin home. Only after getting into the driver’s seat did she suddenly think to ask, “Yinyin, where do you live again?”
Tan Qinyin blinked. “Haven’t you been to my house before?”
“…”
She had been there, but it was her and Lu Yanzhi’s home.
And now…
Song Qinghe scratched her head. “I have, I just forgot a little.”
While Tan Qinyin was giving the address, a WeChat message came in, and she opened it.
Yanzhi-ge: [Yinyin, are you still feeling unwell?]
Tan Qinyin frowned slightly and replied: [I’m fine now.]
[Thanks for your concern, Lu-ge.]
Yanzhi-ge: [That’s good. Remember to change the dressing on time.]
Tan Qinyin: [Mm.]
Yanzhi-ge: [What are you up to?]
Tan Qinyin: [Had dinner with a friend, about to go back and rest.]
Yanzhi-ge: [With Song Qinghe?]
Tan Qinyin: How does he know?
Before she could reply, Lu Yanzhi asked again: [Are you settling in well there?]
What a strange question.
[Very well.]
For a moment, no more messages came from the other side of the conversation. Tan Qinyin clicked into the contact’s notes and changed “Yanzhi-ge” to “Lu Yanzhi.”
A new message arrived: [Go back and rest early.]
[Mm-hmm.]
Putting down her phone, Tan Qinyin asked Song Qinghe, “Qinghe, do you know Lu Yanzhi?”
Song Qinghe’s grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, but her tone remained light and casual. “Of course I know him. Who in the Beijing circle doesn’t know Lu Yanzhi?”
Tan Qinyin: “Are you close to him?”
“Well… sort of.” Song Qinghe asked tentatively, “Why do you ask?”
“No reason.” Tan Qinyin casually tossed her phone back into her bag. “Just asking.”
She lowered her gaze and didn’t ask any more.
Song Qinghe looked at her, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he only sighed inwardly.
Ah, I wonder when Yinyin will remember. This can’t go on like this.
…
Tan Qinyin returned home, but Chu Nanyu hadn’t come back yet.
She went to wash up and do her skincare routine first. After finishing, she waited another hour. It was already eleven o’clock, and Chu Nanyu still hadn’t returned.
She couldn’t help but send a message: 【Are you still busy?】
After a while, Chu Nanyu replied: 【Yes, you go ahead and sleep.】
Tan Qinyin rested her chin in her hand. Instead of resting, she went downstairs to wait.
When she was little, her parents were often busy with work and came home very late. She would always wait like this, just to see them, even if only to exchange a few words.
The hour hand on the wall turned to twelve, and Chu Nanyu finally returned.