“Should I go now?” Jiangang asked.
“Go, go, go.”
“All right,” Jiangang said with a sly grin. “Good luck, Jiang Ge. Waiting for your great news!”
“Go, go, go,” Jiang He muttered.
The clinic fell silent. Jiang He sat on the hospital bed, grinning as he lightly patted his securely bandaged left ankle, letting out a small “ahh.” With the ankle wrapped so tightly, it was really hot!
Bored, he picked up his phone and contacted Gold Medal Dating Coach 081.
Jiang He: “I sent several 520 transfers, but she didn’t accept them. What’s going on?”
Dating Coach 081: “May I ask what you wrote in the transfer notes?”
Jiang He: “….”
081: “Doubt.jpg”
Jiang He: “Just ordinary messages—good morning, good night.”
081: “Congratulations! That shows she’s not materialistic. When she falls for you in the future, it will be because you’re worthy of her love, not your wealth.”
Jiang He raised an eyebrow proudly: “What should I do next? Oh right, I just got injured playing basketball. She’s going to come see me.”
“Don’t want her to come, but she insists.”
081: “Act pitiful—definitely act pitiful! Since she volunteered to come, she clearly cares about you. Ask her to help with small things like buying food or pouring water. Continuous interaction will gradually strengthen your relationship. Remember, showing some vulnerability will make her care more. A man who acts spoiled lives best!”
Jiang He: “…?” His expression slowly collapsed. Just seeing the words ‘acts spoiled’ made him feel his eyes were tainted. He seriously doubted the professionalism of this Gold Medal Dating Coach and didn’t want to continue.
Bored, Jiang He decided to play a few rounds of Dou Di Zhu (a card game) to crush some newbies, relax, and make players who couldn’t count lose their precious game coins. He lowered the phone volume, listening carefully to the hallway while playing.
After a few rounds, footsteps finally approached the door. He immediately sat upright, exited the game lobby, shoved his phone under the pillow, rested one hand behind his head, and stared out the window with a serious expression.
Yu Yingying reached the clinic door and knocked: “Is anyone here?”
Jiang He put down his hand behind his head: “Why ask? Just come in!”
Yu Yingying entered, walked past a pale blue curtain, and saw Jiang He sitting on the small hospital bed by the window. His long legs stretched out, and his left ankle was heavily bandaged—it was clearly a serious injury.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Do you think so?” Jiang He replied, sounding displeased. Clearly, he wasn’t doing well.
Yu Yingying lowered her gaze and asked, “Where’s the doctor?”
“Left after bandaging me, not here.”
“Will someone take you back to the dorm?”
“Aren’t you human?” Jiang He raised his voice: “Wait—Yu Yingying, you’re not going to leave me here alone, are you?”
“…No.” Yu Yingying pursed her lips suspiciously and asked, “What can I help you with?”
Jiang He scrutinized her, leaned back, and asked eagerly: “Anything?”
Yu Yingying: “…Nothing illegal or immoral, and it has to respect me.”
Jiang He snorted, dissatisfied, as if she implied he was some outlaw. “Let me think…”
“Okay.” Yu Yingying looked around the clinic, waiting for him to make a request.
Today, Jiang He wore a bright red basketball outfit, a black sweatband on his head, and with no bangs covering his forehead, his sharp, handsome features stood out even more, exuding pure masculine energy—like a burning fire or blazing sun. Bright, intense.
When he stared at her, she inexplicably didn’t want to meet his gaze.
After thinking for a while, Jiang He couldn’t come up with a better idea, so he said casually: “I want some ice water.”
“Okay.” Yu Yingying nodded, took out her sunshade from her bag, and said, “I’ll go get it for you.”
“Wait.” Jiang He glanced at the heat outside and called after her, looking a little awkward: “Forget it, I don’t want ice water anymore. Just pour me a cup of mineral water here from the water dispenser. Quick.”
“Are you sure?” Yu Yingying turned to him and warned kindly, “The water in the dispenser is room temperature.”
“Sure, sure,” Jiang He said impatiently.
“Okay.” Yu Yingying put her umbrella back in her bag. She poured him a cup of water. Jiang He wasn’t thirsty, but somehow drank it all in one gulp. Seeing he couldn’t move easily, she took the disposable cup from him and placed it on the table so he could reuse it later if needed.
Jiang He sat on the bed while she perched on a small stool beside him. They sat in silence for a while.
“Hey!” Jiang He suddenly spoke. “Has anyone weird been adding you recently?”
“Weird people?” Yu Yingying looked puzzled. The weirdest person was him—both a main account and a secondary account, like he had multiple personalities. But she couldn’t say that—if she did, he’d explode.
“Why are you looking at me? Did anyone?”
“…No.”
“Really no one?”
“Really no one.”
Jiang He was satisfied. Seems that brat Wang Wei had been smart enough not to cause trouble under his name.
“Why didn’t you reply to my messages?” Jiang He complained. “I send you so many every day, and you don’t reply to a single one! When you don’t need me, you just leave me hanging?”
Yu Yingying groaned and explained reluctantly: “…I didn’t know what to reply.”
“You didn’t know I knew? Come, I’ll teach you!” Jiang He curled his lips into a mischievous smile. “Quick, take out your phone.”
Yu Yingying was cautious and reluctant, but she couldn’t resist a patient patient constantly urging her. Hesitantly, she took out her phone.
“Changed your phone?” Jiang He noticed and forgot what he was about to say, then asked in surprise, “Decided to think it through?”
“Mm.” Yu Yingying nodded and asked, “Jiang He… even though I have amnesia, that silver phone with the blue screen… you broke it, right?”
Jiang He touched his nose, a little embarrassed: “I did, so what? Didn’t I give you the latest model? Your old phone was barely worth 200 yuan. The one I gave you cost over ten thousand—didn’t make you lose out.”
“In terms of price, no, thanks. But actually…” Yu Yingying hesitated, then said, “That blue-screen phone was actually quite important to me.”
“What?” Jiang He was stunned.
Yu Yingying looked at him calmly, a hint of regret in her eyes, but no blame, and asked: “Didn’t I tell you before?”
Jiang He’s expression grew serious: “No, not before. Now you tell me.”