Xia Liuyue immediately followed up with a slight tug at the corner of her lips, sounding somewhat displeased:
"If I look so good, why did you make me wait at the door for three minutes? That's a bit too much."
Meng Xiang's mind went completely blank.
"Then, then..."
"Then just tell me the villa's passcode."
Xia Liuyue suddenly leaned in close, bringing their faces almost nose-to-nose.
Meng Xiang instinctively felt his throat tighten, not daring to breathe too loudly.
Suddenly, the sound of a blind cane hitting the ground came from behind. Following the sound, they saw Yan Hechuan, who had somehow followed Meng Xiang and walked over.
"Hechuan, it's too dangerous for you to walk like that."
"If you wanted to see me, you should have asked your junior brother to help you over."
Xia Liuyue instantly tossed aside her thoughts of teasing Meng Xiang and briskly stepped forward to link arms with Yan Hechuan.
He, however, resisted by taking half a step back.
He said, "It'll cause an allergic reaction."
Xia Liuyue said with a bright smile, "Didn't we get more allergy medicine from the hospital last night? Just take some."
Yan Hechuan's misty eyes seemed to be searching for Meng Xiang.
Xia Liuyue spoke first: "Junior brother, you can go downstairs now. I have some private words to say with your brother-in-law."
Meng Xiang lifted his foot to leave.
Suddenly, he heard Yan Hechuan say:
"I think I just heard you talking about a passcode?"
"Yinyao, don't you know the passcode for the house?"
Oh no!
The two exchanged a glance, Meng Xiang feeling uneasy and anxious.
Tang Yinyao definitely knew the villa's passcode; she had mentioned it in the car on the first day she brought him here.
Xia Liuyue said with a smile, "How could I not know the passcode here?"
At the same time, she silently signaled Meng Xiang with her eyes to quickly send the passcode to her WeChat.
After all, Yan Hechuan was blind and couldn't see.
Meng Xiang fumbled nervously with his phone.
Xia Liuyue calmly glanced at her phone screen and said, "Isn't it 324798? How could I not know? I was just teasing junior brother earlier."
Upon hearing this, Yan Hechuan nodded.
Perhaps he had misheard earlier.
"Hechuan, I..." Xia Liuyue was about to speak when she suddenly noticed the black phone in Yan Hechuan's right hand.
She immediately shot Meng Xiang a meaningful look.
What's going on?
Meng Xiang silently mouthed: "Backup phone."
He hadn't had time to mention it earlier, and he didn't know where Brother Yan had found the dead backup phone. It had just been fully charged and was now in his hand.
Not good! This phone is a problem.
"Hechuan, the sun is lovely this afternoon. How about I drive you out for a spin?"
She took small, quick steps forward, linking one arm through his while the other hand reached around his back, aiming to take the backup phone.
But just as her hand extended a little, Yan Hechuan suddenly and sensitively shifted his body sideways.
"You know I don't like going out."
"Yes! But didn't the doctors say that getting out and about might help with your blindness?"
"Did they?"
"Yes! That's what all the doctors say." Xia Liuyue stretched her hand a little further, getting closer to the backup phone.
Yan Hechuan frowned, seeming to think it over.
"Hmm..." He suddenly took a step forward. "Where to?"
Xia Liuyue's mind raced, thinking of how to make the backup phone meet a legitimate demise. Somewhere with water.
"It's getting cold. Let's go to the hot springs."
"But I..."
"Oh! We'll bring junior brother along, so you don't need to worry. Soaking in the hot springs, the nourishing heat might help you see again." Xia Liuyue's little mouth was full of nonsense.
But one dared to spout it, and the other dared to believe it.
Yan Hechuan nodded and said, "That makes sense. Then let's..."
"Then let's go!" Xia Liuyue's hand reached out a bit more and finally touched the backup phone.
Unexpectedly, Yan Hechuan was holding it quite tightly. She tried to take it but couldn't pull it free.
Yan Hechuan frowned. "What are you doing?"
Xia Liuyue: "Oh, I thought this phone looked heavy and was afraid you might drop it. Hechuan, let me hold it for you."
Yan Hechuan hesitated for a moment, then decisively refused:
"No need! You said yourself you're always a bit clumsy. I'm afraid this backup phone will end up like my last one."
Always stating the blunt truth!
Truly a straightforward boy with rock-bottom emotional intelligence.
...
Meng Xiang was sent off to drive.
Watching the wealthy older sister in the back seat sticking close to Yan Hechuan, he felt like a servant from ancient times, keeping watch while the master carried on a secret affair.
Oh wait, no! Not necessarily a servant; maybe a coachman.
After all, he was also driving.
Ding—
A new transfer notification.
Amount: 1888.
From the wealthy older sister.
Meng Xiang instantly felt filled with energy. So what if it's just driving?
He could do it! Overflowing with strength!
Professional Driver Xiao Meng at your service.
In the back seat, Yan Hechuan, sensing the woman clinging to him, seemed to want to say something but held back.
"Don't worry, you won't have an allergic reaction." As she spoke, Xia Liuyue pulled a small medicine bottle from her bag. "See, I've already prepared the allergy medicine for you."
Yan Hechuan blinked his eyes. They were misty but very beautiful, his long lashes casting butterfly-like shadows beneath them.
Xia Liuyue gave him a sidelong glance.
"Oh right! I forgot you can't see."
She then shook the medicine bottle, the pills inside making a crisp rattling sound.
"Hear that?"
"Pfft—" Driver Xiao Meng in the front couldn't hold back a laugh.
He was professionally trained and usually didn't laugh.
Unless he really couldn't help it.
The wealthy older sister had quite a sense of humor.
Yan Hechuan's threshold for humor was high. Hearing these remarks, he didn't laugh at all and even replied with stable composure:
"No, I was thinking about whether I should give Assistant Chen a call."
Beep beep beep—
Warning alarms sounded.
Xia Liuyue's expression turned awkward; her face was no longer relaxed and teasing.
"What's wrong? Why call Assistant Chen out of the blue? He's busy at the company, spinning like a top. Don't bother him."
Yan Hechuan's tone was very calm, as if discussing the nice weather.
"The hot spring hotel you just mentioned is one of my family's businesses, so I was planning to have him clear the place."
Huh?!
What a coincidence, it was actually a Yan family property.
"Clear the place? Sounds good." Xia Liuyue poked at his jacket pocket. "The phone's right here. Hurry up and make the call."
Seeing her speak so enthusiastically, Yan Hechuan hesitated slightly. "But you seemed like you didn't want me to call Assistant Chen just a moment ago."
"How could that be! Hechuan, you must have misheard." Xia Liuyue stuck to a strategy of flat denial.
"Hmm, probably."
Yan Hechuan took out his phone, used facial recognition to unlock it, and was about to ask Siri to call Assistant Chen.
Xia Liuyue snatched it away and said,
"You have me now, what do you need Siri for? Assistant Chen, right? I'll dial for you."
She took the opportunity to memorize the other party's phone number.
Only then did she place the call.
The call connected quickly. Assistant Chen's voice was respectful: "President Yan, is there something urgent?"
Yan Hechuan gave an affirmative hum and was about to say he planned to take Yinyao to the hot springs.
The clever Meng Xiang in the front seat suddenly realized: from Assistant Chen's perspective, the real Tang Yinyao had already taken the morning flight and left.
How could she possibly be here, about to go soak in hot springs?
He hurriedly interjected:
"Assistant Chen, it's me, Meng Xiang. We met yesterday."
"Today I'm planning to take Brother Yan to the Tangshan Hot Springs for a soak. The doctor said it would aid his recovery."
"And what a coincidence, Brother Yan mentioned that the hot springs are actually a Yan family business, so he asked me to call and have you arrange a private booking."
Assistant Chen on the other end of the line was stunned.
This Meng Xiang had seemed so quiet and reticent yesterday in the infusion hall, speaking only in short, clipped phrases.
How was it that today, it was like he'd had some kind of breakthrough?
He was chattering away like a rapid-fire machine gun.
