The next day, at the hospital.
Because he was afraid of being late for class today, after dinner last night, Fei Yangyao had only walked around a bit to digest, then went straight to bed. But no matter how he tossed and turned, he couldn’t fall asleep.
(Those who’ve experienced going to bed early before college entrance exams and still couldn’t sleep, like his adoptive father, would understand deeply.)
Half-asleep and groggy, Fei Yangyao dragged himself out of bed, his whole body limp and lacking energy.
He really wanted to crawl back under the blanket for another nap.
Unfortunately, one glance at the Rolex—
It was already eight o’clock. His appointment with the teacher was at nine. There was no chance for a nap now.
Thinking of this, Fei Yangyao sighed helplessly and thought, Forget it. I should eat, freshen up, and head out quickly, or I’ll be late.
The ward was well-equipped. Aside from the private main room, there was also a washroom and a caretaker room. Basically, it had everything except a kitchen.
After washing up, he returned to the main room.
“Ah~” He yawned and stretched. Only then did he notice two breakfast boxes on the table beside the bed.
Huh?
Why are there two today?
He remembered Jiang Anran’s lunchbox from yesterday—small and compact, about half the size of his.
But the two boxes today were about the same size.
Curious, he picked up the unfamiliar one and was surprised to find a note tucked beneath it.
He unfolded the paper. It read: [Fei Yangyao, today is the first day. I will definitely win your heart! I’ll bring you breakfast every day until you’re moved!]
Seeing this, Fei Yangyao let out a bitter smile.
No need to guess—this must have been from Gu Xiyue.
But did she misunderstand how courtship works? Does she really think giving food every day can win someone over?
Who gave her such a wrong idea?
Oh, right. It was the original me. Well then, that’s fine.
Thinking about how the original Fei Yangyao acted the same way, he felt a bit relieved.
How to put it?
The effort was visible, and there was plenty of room for improvement.
Fei Yangyao stared at the side dishes in front of him. They looked about 90% burnt. Still, out of curiosity, he bravely gave it a try.
So salty!
He quickly took a couple of spoonfuls of porridge to balance it out.
However, when he put the porridge in his mouth, he was shocked…
Wait! Why is the porridge raw?
Seriously? In today’s world, someone can still serve raw porridge? Isn’t a rice cooker enough to cook it properly?
Unable to understand, Fei Yangyao gave up trying.
Amitabha. Truly, it’s not that I won’t eat. If I could eat it at all, I would’ve!
Burnt veggies and raw porridge—this is how you add to the hospital bill and shorten my lifespan!
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly to calm himself.
Then, he gently closed the lid of what was basically a coffin of death—no, the lunchbox.
Mmm… still better to eat Jiang Anran’s. Perfect in color, aroma, and taste—just like yesterday.
Not overthinking it, he picked up her box and ate heartily before heading to class.
…
In a business booth at a café near South City University, Xiao Luobing was sipping coffee while handling company matters on her laptop.
Once the brightest rising star of the Southern Nation, Xiao Luobing was only twenty-four this year. She had debuted at the age of twelve and, before retiring two years ago to establish Luobing Pharmaceuticals, had spent a full decade navigating the Southern Nation’s entertainment industry.
Thinking back, she couldn’t help but feel emotional.
At the time, her family didn’t support her acting career. So despite holding the prestigious title of Princess of the Xiao family—one of the four great families in South City (Fei, Chu, Xiao, Gu)—she had fought her way through purely on her own strength.
Her dream had always been to become an excellent actress, using her performance skills to win the love of audiences.
But just when she was steadily working toward that goal, fate played a cruel joke. Two years ago, an accident left her face disfigured, cutting off her future on the silver screen.
Soon after, the offers she used to receive like waves all dried up.
Not only were there no new roles—those already lined up shut their doors without hesitation, even at the cost of huge breach-of-contract penalties.
The collapse of her acting career left her depressed for a while. Thankfully, an online friend kept encouraging her. It was this support that helped her recover and start the pharmaceutical company.
Though her family hoped she’d undergo cosmetic surgery, she refused. Modern procedures often came with side effects, and for an actress, a stiff face was unacceptable.
So, after founding Luobing Pharmaceuticals, her goal became to develop medication that could perfectly restore appearances. Not just for herself, but for anyone troubled by scars or congenital defects—especially fellow actors with dreams of the stage, who had once cheered her on during her lowest moments. Visit novelping.com for the full chapter.
Even though returning to acting seemed impossible now, she had gradually grown fond of her second career. Creating medicine that helped people and healed patients gave her genuine fulfillment.
Thanks to her eye for talent, she recruited a rising star from the international medical field. With solid management and some luck, in just two years, Luobing Pharmaceuticals had grown into a respectable mid-sized company.
Unfortunately, due to a recent business mistake, their cash flow dried up. Every time the company needed funds, she would take on some private tutoring to earn extra money. This time was no different—she’d just received a big job.
Only, the client’s requests were rather strange.
No revealing identities?
Knock knock knock…
A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.
Xiao Luobing knew he had arrived. She closed her laptop, put on a mask and non-prescription glasses, then said, “Come in!”
Outside the door, the one knocking was Fei Yangyao.
He was quite satisfied with Uncle Fu’s arrangements.
After all, if he had to learn acting, it wasn’t just about the learning process—it was about how he learned.
Fei Yangyao’s persona was that of an arrogant playboy. He couldn’t afford to be associated with traits like curiosity and a love for learning.
Absolutely not! That kind of twisted trend must be crushed!
That’s why the teacher couldn’t know who he was. On this point, Uncle Fu had done well—the only thing shared with the teacher was “our young master.”
Very good. He understands my spirit.
Just imagine if the teacher greeted him with, “Young Master Fei, here to learn today?”
Wouldn’t that be embarrassing?
Humiliating?
And the location of the class had to be private—no chance encounters allowed, especially not with the female leads!
On this point, Fei Yangyao hadn’t even thought of it, but Uncle Fu had executed it perfectly. Considering how the original novel scattered female leads all over South City, finding a secluded place for class was no easy task. But the spot Uncle Fu booked was almost ideal. The café was nearly deserted. The outer hall was basically empty—there was no way anyone would see him.
Fei Yangyao had originally planned to make adjustments to the plan but realized Uncle Fu had anticipated everything perfectly.
He was very satisfied.
Putting on the mask he bought earlier, Fei Yangyao pushed open the door and walked in.