Indeed, Gu Xingnian was currently lying quietly on the hospital bed.
The harsh white light fell upon her pale, weary face—once vibrant and radiant, now devoid of color. A slender wrist was pierced with an IV needle as transparent fluid dripped slowly into her body.
An inexplicable tightness gripped his chest.
Must be stomach troubles!
He remembered she had always suffered from this condition, having been hospitalized for it before.
Back then…
He shook off the chaotic memories, his gaze settling on her bloodless lips.
Gu Xingnian on the bed seemed restless in her sleep, her brows slightly furrowed as she shifted unconsciously.
The blanket slipped down slightly.
Almost instinctively, Fu Beichen stepped forward, reaching out to gently pull the blanket up over her exposed shoulder.
His fingertips accidentally brushed against her skin—it felt cold.
His movements stiffened momentarily before he quickly withdrew his hand as if touching something scalding.
Only after completing this action did he belatedly realize what he had just done.
A wave of irritation washed over him.
He scanned the surroundings—the cramped standard ward permeated with the smell of disinfectant, the low floor level allowing noise from outside the window to filter in.
His brows instantly knitted into a deep frown.
How could she possibly recover properly in such an environment?
He swiftly pulled out his phone and dialed his assistant, his tone brooking no argument.
“Central Hospital, Room 302, Gu Xingnian.”
“Immediately transfer her to the VIP suite on the top floor.”
The assistant on the other end clearly hesitated for a moment but didn’t dare question, promptly responding, “Understood, President Fu.”
After a brief pause, Fu Beichen added, “Go to ‘Shiwei Xuan’ and order a portion of crab roe soup dumplings and ginkgo porridge. Make sure they’re freshly made.”
Those used to be her favorite foods.
He didn’t know why he remembered this so clearly, nor why he suddenly gave this order.
Perhaps he just didn’t want to see her looking so pitiful.
Yes, that must be it.
“Deliver them to the VIP ward.”
“Right away, President Fu.”
Hanging up, Fu Beichen cast one last glance at Gu Xingnian on the bed—her furrowed brows seemed to have relaxed slightly.
Pressing his lips together, he turned and walked out without looking back, his steps carrying their usual aloof detachment.
Jiang Kexin emerged from the treatment room, her hand wrapped in an unsightly bandage, frustration simmering in her heart.
Just as she stepped out, she spotted Fu Beichen exiting a ward at the far end of the corridor.
That direction… seemed to be the standard ward area?
Her heart sank, though she maintained a perfectly delicate smile as she hurried over to intimately loop her arm through his.
“Beichen, where did you go? I got scared when I came out and didn’t see you.”
She casually glanced at the room number behind him—302.
Fu Beichen glanced sideways at her, his eyes lingering on her bandaged hand as he replied flatly, “Nothing. I went to the wrong floor.”
“Wrong floor?” Jiang Kexin blinked, her voice saccharine sweet. “Silly you, how could you get lost here?”
Internally, she sneered—someone like Fu Beichen would never get lost.
There must be something going on with Room 302!
Fu Beichen ignored her comment, simply stating, “Does your hand still hurt? I’ll take you home since you’re done here.”
“Mhm, it doesn’t hurt much anymore. Thank you, Beichen.” Jiang Kexin nodded obediently, though she had already firmly memorized that “302” in her mind.
She was determined to find out exactly what kind of seductress was hidden inside, who could make Fu Beichen stoop to coming to a place like this!
When they returned to the Jiang family villa, it was brightly lit.
Wang Huilan, Jiang’s mother, immediately rushed over dramatically as soon as she saw the two enter.
“Oh my! My precious darling! What happened to your hand? Let mom take a look!”
Wang Huilan held Jiang Kexin’s hand, her face full of distress, but the corner of her eyes kept glancing at Fu Beichen, her expression brimming with fawning smiles.
“Young Master Fu, thank you so much! Our Kexin has caused you trouble!”
Jiang’s father chimed in as well: “Yes, yes, Young Master Fu, you’ve gone to so much trouble. Thankfully you were there, otherwise who knows what kind of mess this girl would have gotten into.”
“It’s nothing.” Fu Beichen’s tone was flat, without much emotion. He instructed Jiang Kexin, “Apply the medicine on time, and avoid getting it wet these next few days.”
“Mhm, I understand. Thank you, Beichen.” Jiang Kexin replied softly.
Fu Beichen nodded, showing no intention of staying. “I have matters to attend to, I’ll take my leave now.”
In the hospital, when Gu Xingnian woke up, it was already dark.
She had been roused by the aroma of food.
She slowly opened her eyes; her head was still a bit dizzy, and her stomach was empty, but that sharp pain had subsided considerably.
As her vision focused, she noticed several exquisite thermal food containers on the bedside table.
One bore the logo of ‘Shi Wei Xuan.’
Crab roe soup dumplings? Ginkgo porridge?
This…
She was baffled. Who had sent these?
Her first thought was Sheng Weiwei, but she quickly dismissed it because she knew she couldn’t eat these things.
Could it be…
That name flashed through her mind. She remembered once having lunch at ‘Shi Wei Xuan’ and being seen by him—she had ordered exactly these two dishes.
Suddenly, she threw everything into the trash can, her appetite completely gone.
She didn’t need any favors from that man!
Just then, the hospital room door was pushed open, and a nurse in a pink uniform walked in, wearing a standard professional smile.
“Miss Gu, you’re awake? How are you feeling?”
Gu Xingnian nodded weakly, “Much better, thank you.”
“Oh my, such good food—why did you throw it away? There’s a microwave over there; you could heat it up.”
The nurse noticed the high-end food containers in the trash; they seemed to have been delivered just a few hours ago.
“I’m not eating it. It’s already spoiled!” Gu Xingnian said with double meaning.
The nurse efficiently checked the IV bottle, then smiled at her and said, “Well, that works out. We’re moving you to a different room now.”
“A different room?” Gu Xingnian looked at her blankly. “Why?”
The nurse’s smile widened. “It’s like this—arrangements have been made from above to move you to the VIP suite upstairs. The environment there is better, quieter, and more conducive to your recovery.”
“VIP suite?” Gu Xingnian was stunned, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “Who… who arranged this?”
Getting a room upgrade randomly during a hospital stay? What kind of joke was that!
The nurse’s smile remained unchanged, but her tone carried a hint of matter-of-factness. “We’re not sure about that; it was a direct order from above. Don’t worry, all the procedures have been taken care of. Just follow me.”
“No need, I don’t want to change rooms. This one is perfectly fine!”
First came the inexplicable appearance of crab roe soup dumplings and ginkgo porridge by her hospital bed.
Now this sudden VIP suite upgrade.
Who else could it be but Fu Beichen? But the damage was already done – she didn’t need his charity.
Just then, Sheng Weiwei entered carrying soup and a bouquet of flowers.
“Little Nian Nian, feeling better now? Are you hungry? Mom brought you some loving chicken soup.”
Spotting the takeout containers in the trash, she blinked. “Shiwei Xuan? Since when do they deliver?”
Gu Xingnian replied coldly, “I don’t know. Anyway, it’s inedible now.”
Sheng Weiwei winked at her. “Seems like some secret admirer. Like I’ve always said, there are plenty of fish in the sea – no need to pine over that scumbag.”
Somewhere else, Fu Beichen suddenly sneezed.
Sheng Weiwei suddenly remembered important news and sat on the bedside. “You haven’t even been discharged yet – how come you already announced your comeback?”
Gu Xingnian looked bewildered again. “Comeback?”
Sheng Weiwei showed her phone – the top five trending searches were all about God N.
In just a few hours, news of God N attending the summit had gone viral worldwide.
Gu Xingnian’s heart tightened. There were only two people in the world who would dare announce this so publicly.
It had to be him!
Her three-year agreement with Fu Beichen had just expired.
That madman – he really couldn’t wait even one more day!