At eight in the morning, the doctor came to make the rounds and ordered several more tests. Yu Yingying spent the entire morning lining up.
After part of the test results came back, the doctor said, “You’ll need to stay in the hospital for observation for three days. There’s bruising inside the skull, and you’ve also lost your memory, so it’s better to be cautious.”
Yu Yingying nodded.
The doctor added, “Relax. You haven’t lost many memories, and it won’t have much impact on daily life. If you have any questions, just ask your boyfriend—he’ll help you.”
Yu Yingying glanced at Jiang He and nodded hesitantly.
Once the doctor left, Jiang He stood up quickly, looking exhausted. “Alright, it’s almost noon. I’m heading out. I already called the counselor—she contacted your roommates. They should be here soon.”
Yu Yingying looked at him. “Okay.”
“Figure out lunch yourself. I don’t have time to worry about you.”
Yu Yingying: “Okay.”
Jiang He shot her a look, let out a cold laugh, and said flatly, “I took care of you all night. Isn’t that worth more than two extra words from you?”
Yu Yingying thought about it, then nodded. “Okay, okay.”
She looked obedient—but infuriating.
She listened—but it would’ve been better if she hadn’t.
Jiang He laughed in exasperation and turned to leave.
Before he could exit the ward, a nurse walked up to the door, knocked, and asked him, “You’re Yu Yingying’s boyfriend, right?”
Jiang He: “I’m not—”
“Your girlfriend’s brain MRI results are out. The doctor wants you to go to his office. Don’t worry, there’s nothing serious—he just wants to go over some precautions.”
Jiang He: “…Alright.”
The nurse left. Then, with a rustling sound, two girls carrying plastic bags hurried into the ward.
Four eyes swept back and forth between the two of them. There was concern on their faces, but the gossip in their eyes was impossible to hide—they had clearly overheard the exchange between Jiang He and the nurse.
Jiang He’s face darkened. Without greeting them, he walked straight past and out the door.
Yu Yingying looked at the two girls. For reasons she couldn’t explain, a genuine sense of closeness welled up in her heart. A gentle smile appeared on her face without her realizing it.
“Are you my roommates?” she asked.
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a little embarrassed. “Sorry, I’ve lost my memory. I forgot everything from college… including you.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine.” Yu Qing had short black hair and smiled like a little sun. She patted her chest and said, “We’re in the same dorm and the same class. If you need anything, just ask me. I’ll tell you everything I know.”
The other girl, with long wavy hair and a charming, beautiful smile, also spoke up. “I’m Jian Mei, from the music department. The four of us in the dorm are really close—we’ll all help you.”
“Oh, right,” Yu Qing added. “You probably don’t remember—Baobao ran into some trouble, so she didn’t come today.”
Yu Yingying quickly asked, “What happened?”
Yu Qing explained it, and only then did Yu Yingying learn that she’d been hurt yesterday while looking for Qian Baobao.
“Has she been found? Is she doing better now?” Yu Yingying asked.
Yu Qing nodded. “Don’t worry, she’s much better. This morning her parents took her home. They said they’re going to call the police and sue the scumbag and the scumbag’s wife.”
Yu Yingying nodded, relieved.
When people are in trouble, they really need support from their families. Qian Baobao’s parents truly supported her, loved her, and built a safe harbor for her.
Yu Yingying sympathized with Baobao’s experience, but she also felt a bit envious.
They chatted for a while longer.
Once Yu Yingying’s questions were exhausted, Yu Qing finally couldn’t hold back her curiosity anymore and asked excitedly, “Yingying, you actually landed Jiang He—ahhh! How did you do it? How far have you gone? And how could you keep it hidden from us this whole time? That’s too much!”
Yu Yingying was shocked. “I was dating him and never told you?”
“Nope, you kept it airtight!” Yu Qing said. “But who do you think I am? I suspected it ages ago! Even though you and Jiang He were always at each other’s throats, you never spared any other guy a glance. He was the only one who was special to you! And—I caught you and Jiang He sneaking into the grove together!”
“W-what?” Yu Yingying was stunned.
“That day you two must’ve been pretty intense. His pulling messed up your collar, and there were two red marks on your collarbone—clearly from someone sucking on you.”
“Ah… what?!”
“But the very next day, you and Jiang He were at war again, hating each other’s guts. I thought it was weird at the time—too sudden. Now that I think about it, maybe you were deliberately acting it out to hide the relationship.”
Jian Mei summarized neatly, “Enemies by day, in each other’s arms by night.”
Yu Yingying felt something was off. “Why would I need to hide it? Dating in college isn’t forbidden—there’s no dean policing us.”
Yu Qing thought about it. “Maybe because Jiang He’s family is really rich—a second-generation rich kid—and you didn’t want people saying you were climbing the social ladder. You’re pretty, you get good grades, but you’re not well-off financially. Some people are just jealous and love to make snide remarks.”
Jian Mei nodded. “If you and Jiang He went public, there really would be more gossip.”
Yu Yingying tried to imagine it, but she still couldn’t picture herself deeply in love with a guy.
All her focus had always been on studying. Romance was never part of her plans. How could she suddenly have started dating?
Dating would only distract her from studying!
And with that kind of arrogant rich kid who looked like he didn’t even get good grades…
“Did I go through some huge turning point in the past two years? Did my personality change drastically?” she asked.
Yu Qing said, “No, not really.”
After a second or two of silence, Yu Yingying asked in a bleak voice, without much hope, “Then… how were my grades these past two years?”
They shouldn’t have completely fallen apart, right?
Yu Qing gave a thumbs-up. “That’s impressive! Every semester you’re either first or second—the king of grinders! Look at you, even with amnesia you’re still worrying about studying. That just shows how hardcore you are!”
Jian Mei nodded vigorously in agreement. “You’re the most hardcore in our dorm—no, in the entire school!”
Compared with plenty of people who start dating the moment they enter college, partying hard and enjoying their freedom, Yu Yingying had truly devoted herself entirely to studying. If she wasn’t in the library, she was working part-time—she was never idle.
Yu Yingying let out a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness, thank goodness. At least she hadn’t let romance delay her studies. That meant she still had her rationality, that she knew what really mattered to her.
She said helplessly, “I’m not grinding… I just wanted to make sure I didn’t lose my mind these past two years in college. Otherwise, how could I have liked Jiang He and even dated him?”
Yu Qing burst out laughing. “If you lost your mind, then should the rest of us even be alive?”
Jian Mei laughed too. “Love makes people blind. Besides, Jiang He really is excellent—lots of people at school are chasing after him.”
Yu Yingying went numb and asked from the depths of her soul, “Is he really that excellent? In what way? And if he’s so excellent, then why did he say I called him a ‘dog bastard’?”
Jian Mei was the first to answer, smiling seductively. “What do you mean insult? That was praise! ‘Stud-dog waist,’ you know.”
Yu Yingying: “……”
Case closed. The coquettish laughter fragment that had popped up in her mind last night belonged to Jian Mei.
“What does ‘stud-dog waist’ mean?” she asked.
“It means he’s got strong waist power, well-endowed, great in bed—very impressive in that area.”
“No way?” Yu Yingying shook her head. An image flashed through her mind of Jiang He looking exhausted, coughing nonstop until his face turned red. “I think he looks pretty weak, like his health isn’t very good.”
Weak? Liking him meant she’d lost her mind?
Outside the hospital room, Jiang He—who had come back after leaving—overheard these words by accident. He actually laughed in anger, wishing he could toss the boxed meal in his hand straight into the trash.
Good. Very good!
Yu Yingying was truly dead meat!
Yesterday, he was the one who had pulled her out of the hands of two little thugs. He hadn’t even demanded gratitude, repayment, or a body-for-favor deal yet, and she was already stabbing him in the back!
So afraid of being associated with him, huh? Thought he was trash and wanted to break up, huh? Fine—he wouldn’t break up!
Heh.
He was going to make her understand exactly what “whatever you fear will come true” meant, and let her realize that “life is full of disappointments.”
With a fierce air, Jiang He sneered and was just about to enter the hospital room when another voice suddenly sounded from inside.