Song Hanzheng was just about to pull her to the hospital when his phone suddenly rang.
He took it out of his pocket and glanced at it.
Caller ID: Li Feile.
For some reason, he was afraid the person in front of him would find out about his relationship with Li Feile. He leaned back a little to make sure she couldn't see the screen.
"I'm going to take this call," he said.
Jiang Liuyue nodded obediently.
Seeing him walk a few steps away, she asked, "How long will you be?"
A pair of big, dewy eyes stared at him, looking exactly like an abandoned kitten.
The corners of Song Hanzheng's lips curled up.
He dropped a single word.
"Soon."
He answered the call.
Li Feile's gentle and sweet voice came from the other end.
"Brother Hanzheng, didn't you say you were coming to visit me on set today?"
"Is the traffic really bad?"
Song Hanzheng turned down the call volume.
His gaze fell on the young woman sitting on the bench not far away.
He lowered his voice.
"There's a meeting at the company. I'm not coming."
Li Feile seemed used to his busy schedule, her tone carrying an intimate, coquettish whine.
"Ah? You're standing me up again? That's too much!"
"I don't care, you have to think of a way to make it up to me."
Song Hanzheng heard her sweet voice in his ear.
But his mind flashed with the scene of her lifting boiling hot water and throwing it at an innocent young actress.
His eyes grew cold.
And his tone dropped a few degrees.
"Is the lead actress role in 'The Legend of Linu' not enough for you?"
"What else do you want?"
Sensing the displeasure in his voice.
Li Feile immediately reined herself in, not daring to push her luck.
She said cautiously:
"Okay, I understand."
"Then go ahead and get busy, Brother Hanzheng. When I have time, I'll come see you."
Song Hanzheng spat out two words.
"No need."
Then he hung up the phone.
Afterward, he returned to Jiang Liuyue's side, his expression back to normal.
She was still looking at him with a blank, dazed expression.
She asked with concern:
"How was it? Did you get your next order?"
"Order?" Song Hanzheng blanked for a second.
Then he quickly realized what she meant.
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He explained:
"At the moment, I've only taken your order."
Hearing this, Jiang Liuyue blinked.
She said excitedly:
"So I'm your first time!"
Hey.
No.
What kind of ambiguous phrasing was that?
Song Hanzheng's expression shifted slightly.
But he didn't make a fuss over it.
"Let's go. To the hospital."
...
The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant.
When it was Jiang Liuyue's turn.
Song Hanzheng accompanied her inside.
The middle-aged female doctor wearing glasses took a look at the wound, then glanced at Song Hanzheng standing behind Jiang Liuyue, and asked:
"Is this your boyfriend?"
Song Hanzheng was about to explain.
But Jiang Liuyue had already nodded smoothly, "Mhm."
The female doctor looked at him again, a trace of vigilance flashing in her eyes, and raised her hand, ready to make a phone call.
Jiang Liuyue sensed what was happening.
She explained with a smile:
"Doctor, it's not domestic violence."
"The burn on my hand was an accident on set. I'm an actress."
Only then did the female doctor glance at Song Hanzheng again.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's good."
Song Hanzheng, who had innocently taken the blame: "..."
What?
Did he really look like the kind of guy who would abuse his girlfriend?
On the way out of the clinic to the pharmacy to pick up the medicine, Song Hanzheng was still brooding over it.
Jiang Liuyue's footsteps suddenly halted.
"What's wrong?" He stopped as well.
Jiang Liuyue looked him up and down once again.
Then she said slowly:
"Song Han, even though you're very handsome."
"When you don't smile and keep a straight face, you look really stern."
"If you smiled more, maybe the doctor wouldn't have misunderstood."
Song Hanzheng found this baffling.
He shot her a sidelong glance.
"Why should I smile more just because of what a doctor said?"
Jiang Liuyue shook her head.
Looking completely serious, she said:
"Not for the doctor, for yourself."
"Haven't you heard the saying, a smile makes you ten years younger?"
"You're already handsome. If you loved to smile more, people outside would think you're the most popular college guy on some university campus."
It was clearly flattery.
But Jiang Liuyue's tone was incredibly sincere.
Combined with those big, dewy eyes.
Very well.
The corners of Song Hanzheng's lips couldn't help but turn up slightly again.
He thought to himself: At least she has good taste.
This time, the two of them walked with light steps to the pharmacy and collected the medicine.
At the hospital entrance.
Song Hanzheng raised his eyes and checked his watch.
It was already 5:30 PM.
Jiang Liuyue also stood on her tiptoes and leaned over to peek at the watch.
A hint of displeasure flashed across Song Hanzheng's face.
What was she checking?
Checking if the brand of his watch was a luxury item?
The next moment.
He heard Jiang Liuyue say:
"Ah, it's already 5:30."
"No wonder I'm hungry."
"Let's go, you accompanied me to see the doctor, so let me treat you to a meal." As she spoke, her brows lifted slightly, and her exquisite features easily made people feel fond of her.
Song Hanzheng inevitably found himself a bit dazed by her too.
"Let's go." Jiang Liuyue nudged his back and said, "There's a super delicious little restaurant nearby. I wouldn't tell anyone else about it."
...
Fifteen minutes later.
Song Hanzheng looked at the large iron pot in front of him and the boiling chicken inside, falling into silence.
Meanwhile, Jiang Liuyue was jumping for joy.
The proprietress asked, "Do you want flour flatbreads or corn flatbreads?"
Jiang Liuyue replied, "Corn flatbreads!"
Looking at the golden corn flatbreads stuck in a circle around the edge of the wok, she subconsciously swallowed her saliva.
The proprietress walked away.
Song Hanzheng looked confused.
"What is this?"
Jiang Liuyue pointed at the large wok and said:
"It's Diguo Chicken."
"The taste at this place is absolutely amazing!"
"I've eaten at seven or eight places, and this one is the most authentic!"
Song Hanzheng's lips twitched.
He looked at the woman in front of him with some suspicion.
Is she playing dumb or is she really dumb?
Could she not recognize the brand of the watch he was wearing on his wrist?
In the past, Li Feile or other women who wanted to get close to him would either go to a French restaurant, an Italian restaurant, or a high-end private kitchen that required a reservation.
But her.
She brought him to eat... Diguo Chicken?!
The time was up.
The proprietress came over and lifted the wooden lid of the wok, and immediately, steaming hot mist slowly rose from the bottom of the wok.
It also blurred the faces of the two people sitting opposite each other.
When the mist dissipated a bit.
Song Hanzheng heard her say,
"Song Han, hurry up and eat."
"Here, this is a chicken foot, to nourish your foot."
Oh.
Right.
Song Hanzheng understood.
In her eyes, he was a poor boy named Song Han who needed to work part-time as someone's temporary boyfriend to earn a salary.
Not the CEO of Huanyu Group, Song Hanzheng.
"I, don't..." He was just about to refuse.
He opened his mouth.
Jiang Liuyue had already picked up the chicken foot with her chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth with lightning speed.
Song Hanzheng: "..."
From childhood to adulthood.
Growing up to this age.
No one had ever dared to stuff a chicken foot into his mouth.
Seeing him dazed.
Jiang Liuyue tilted her head slightly with great enthusiasm.
Looking at him.
"Eat up."
"Don't be polite!"
"I'll just eat a chicken leg."
