The two of them went into Shen Lifeng’s dorm.
His dorm was also a single room, but unlike Wen Zhiyou’s, it didn’t have a small writing desk. Instead, there was a square low table, and the two sat facing each other.
What Shen Lifeng had brought back was actually a bowl of small wontons. They were freshly cooked and still steaming.
As for what Ruan Qingyang had given her, it was a normal meal.
The food and wontons were placed in front of them. Wen Zhiyu gritted her teeth.
“I can’t possibly eat this much. Have you eaten yet?”
Suddenly, Shen Lifeng reached out and took the meal in front of her.
“Can I eat this?”
He looked at her very innocently, as if he had no ulterior motives at all.
Wen Zhiyu sighed. “Of course.”
After all, if it wasn’t eaten it would be wasted. And the wontons Shen Lifeng brought actually looked quite good—much better than she expected from cafeteria food.
After finishing a bowl of wontons, Wen Zhiyu felt warm inside.
She then looked at Shen Lifeng and frowned.
“Can you really finish all that?”
The man, who had originally been eating slowly, paused for a moment, then immediately and decisively increased his speed. He started shoveling the food into his mouth.
“You…”
Wen Zhiyu wanted to say something but stopped.
Could he really eat like this? Wouldn’t he get too full?
But Shen Lifeng completely ignored her gaze. In no time, the entire lunchbox was emptied.
Clean. Not a single grain left.
Wen Zhiyu sighed.
She had originally wanted to say that it could be stored in her spatial storage and eaten the next day so nothing would be wasted.
“Finished,” Shen Lifeng said calmly, then took the lunchboxes to wash them and neatly placed them together.
Wen Zhiyu reached for the lunchbox Ruan Yue and the others had given her, but Shen Lifeng stopped her.
“Tomorrow I have to go to the hospital for a follow-up anyway. I’ll take it back to them for you so you won’t be tired.”
Wen Zhiyu nodded.
But… how tiring could it be to just carry a lunchbox?
After she left, Shen Lifeng went out again and didn’t return until late at night, holding a cookbook and some ingredients.
He had gone to learn how to cook.
Wen Zhiyu didn’t know what he was doing.
The next morning, she went to the hospital with him. Shen Lifeng went for his examination, while Wen Zhiyu returned to the consultation room—only to find Senior Brother Song there.
“Senior Brother Song!”
Wen Zhiyu was slightly surprised. But thinking about it, it had indeed been a while since she last called him, so it wasn’t strange that he had come.
Senior Brother Song took out gifts prepared by their fellow disciples.
“These are from everyone for you.”
Wen Zhiyu looked at them—practical daily necessities, even two high-quality down jackets. Everyone had clearly put real thought into it.
“Thank you, Senior Brother,” she said sincerely.
Senior Brother Song waved his hand.
“First tell me—where is your fiancé now?”
He clearly had a purpose for coming.
At that moment, Shen Lifeng returned with his examination report. As he entered, he saw three people sitting in the consultation room. They had just been talking with Wen Zhiyu, and all turned to look at him.
He felt it was strange.
Their gaze toward him… didn’t seem friendly.
And they didn’t look like her patients either.
He calmly glanced over them and handed the report to Wen Zhiyu.
“Zhiyu, this is my report. Please take a look.”
The faces of Senior Brother Song and the others darkened slightly.
Although this man was a military officer, their junior sister hadn’t agreed to be with him yet—so why was he already addressing her so intimately? Did he have no shame?
Wen Zhiyu calmly took the report, glanced at it, and said,
“Recovery is going well. You don’t need to worry.”
She placed the report on the table.
Then Shen Lifeng suddenly cupped his hands toward Senior Brother Song and the others.
“Hello, comrades. You must be Zhiyu’s senior brothers and sisters, right?”
They froze.
How did he know?
Wen Zhiyu was also surprised. She hadn’t really discussed everything with Shen Lifeng in detail—how did he figure it out?
“I’ve known you were coming for a while,” Shen Lifeng said calmly. “I just didn’t expect you to arrive earlier than scheduled.”
Seeing their expressions, he was certain he had guessed correctly.
“How did you know we are Junior Sister’s fellow disciples?” Senior Brother Song asked.
“At first it was just a guess. Now I’m certain.”
Shen Lifeng smiled.
After all, they hadn’t denied it.
Senior Brother Song nodded. He was indeed perceptive.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” he said. “Whether you’re worthy of our junior sister depends on how well you treat her.”
As soon as he said this, Shen Lifeng immediately brightened and nodded.
“Thank you, Senior Brother, for giving me this opportunity. I will treat Zhiyu well and will not let you down.”
Senior Brother Song’s heart sank.
What?!
He suddenly remembered that Wen Zhiyu had once said she planned to break off the engagement. But after being interrupted by her senior brothers and sisters, they had unconsciously started treating Shen Lifeng like an actual brother-in-law.
Now, after what he said, Shen Lifeng looked even more excited.
Then he saw Wen Zhiyu’s helpless expression—and realized something had gone wrong.
“Zhiyu, since your senior brothers just arrived, shall we have dinner together tonight?” Shen Lifeng asked.
Wen Zhiyu did not refuse.
So Shen Lifeng also brought Ruan Qingyang and the others along.
When returning lunchboxes to the ward, Shen Lifeng said,
“Comrade Ruan, Zhiyu’s senior brothers and sisters just arrived. I’d like to treat them to a meal tonight. Do you have time? You can come as well.”
Then, with an air of superiority, he handed over the lunchbox.
“Zhiyu asked me to return this to you.”
Ruan Qingyang’s heart tightened.
Inviting her senior brothers and sisters to dinner—this clearly meant Shen Lifeng had the status to do so. No one would believe otherwise.
So… was Wen Zhiyu really planning to be with him?
His heart, which had thought he still had time to slowly win her over, suddenly shattered.
Was his future wife gone?
“Comrade Ruan, I’ll take my leave,” Shen Lifeng said politely, completely ignoring how bad Ruan Qingyang’s expression had become.
After he left, Senior Brother Song pointed after him.
“Junior Sister… what’s going on between you two?”
Wen Zhiyu replied calmly, “Nothing. But, Senior Brother, you’ve basically given him official recognition.”
Senior Brother Song slumped down again.
“Oh no… he’s too clever. He really knows how to climb up the ladder.”
Wen Zhiyu said, “It’s fine. I’ll be leaving soon anyway. Since he’s treating everyone to dinner, we might as well return the favor with that battlefield hemostatic drug we developed earlier. That’ll settle the debt.”
Senior Brother Song thought about it.
Hey—that actually made sense.
Then he hesitated.
“But… I think Comrade Shen seems pretty good. You really don’t like him?”
At the doorway, Shen Lifeng stopped involuntarily, not daring to make a sound.