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"Mr. Fu, you're recovering, but it will take some time if you want to stand up. Don't be too hasty."

The man, breathing heavily, his arms still shaky from the recent exercise, with sweat on his forehead, heard the doctor's words, and his eyes flickered.

Fu Xingyun: "How long will it take?"

The doctor, hesitatingly: "It will take at least six months to a year at the soonest."

Fu Xingyun closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The doctor and assistant were packing up on the side, and then cautiously asked, "Does Mr. Fu need to inform Mr. Lin about the improvement?"

"No need," Fu Xingyun opened his eyes and warned, "Don't do unnecessary things."

The doctor nodded reluctantly, adjusted his clothes, and said, "Mr. Fu, we'll come again tomorrow."

After getting the response, the two left.

The assistant was puzzled on the side, "Teacher, why doesn't Mr. Fu tell Mr. Lin about his obvious improvement?"

The doctor didn't give a straightforward answer, "You're still young, you wouldn't understand."

"Teacher, I'm twenty-six this year."

"..." The doctor glanced at him, "A businessman with incalculable assets lacks nothing, except for someone's sincere feelings towards him."

The assistant suddenly realized, "Mr. Fu is testing the other party."

Every time the two visited the Fu family, it was Lin Qiong who welcomed them. Unlike those who are wealthy, he seemed to have no airs at all.

Always wearing a smiling face, as if full of energy every day, like a small sun.

If one had to live with someone as good-looking and with a good personality as Mr. Lin every day, people would be very willing. 

The assistant, looking at Lin Qiong's brilliant and charming smile, asked, "Will Mr. Lin be sad when he finds out?"

The doctor hesitated for a moment, the assistant felt a bit disappointed and lowered his head, "Mr. Lin cares a lot about Mr. Fu."

At the end of every session, before they left, Lin Qiong would come forward and inquire about Fu Xingyun's condition throughout the day.

Mr. Lin cared a lot about Mr. Fu, but Mr. Fu, after improving, concealed everything, and although there was some reason behind it, the approach was still hurtful.

The assistant's mood was complicated for a while, and finally, he blurted out, "Mr. Lin seems a bit pitiful."

The doctor was somewhat surprised, "Pitiful?"

The assistant nodded.

"Don't you think so, teacher?"

The doctor was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

The assistant looked surprised, "Teacher, don't you think you're a bit cold-blooded?"

The doctor shook his head, "It's not that I'm cold-blooded, it's that you're still young."

Assistant: ?

The doctor and assistant walked out of Mr. Fu's house, and then turned back to look at the looming villa. "Do you think Mr. Fu's house is impressive?"

The assistant nodded, "Definitely impressive."

You can even play golf inside, it was so huge.

"Mr. Lin lives in this villa every day."

Assistant: ...

The doctor continued to ask, "How much do you earn in a month?"

Assistant: "Not counting bonuses, around ten thousand."

"Do you remember the first time Mr. Lin paid with a gold card?"

The assistant nodded, "I remember."

At that time, Mr. Lin took it out, almost dazzling his eyes.

Doctor: "The money in there could last you a lifetime without working or worrying about it."

Assistant: ...

Then the doctor turned to look at the assistant, "Is Mr. Lin still pitiful now?"

Assistant: ...

He didn't know whether Mr. Lin was pitiful now, but after the comparison just now, he seemed more pitiful.

The assistant took a deep breath, for a moment not knowing who had given him the courage to pity Lin Qiong just now.

Lin Qiong was on his way back after buying pearl milk tea, when he happened to meet the two leaving the villa area.

Lin Qiong waved to them, "Doctor! Assistant!"

For a moment, his arms swung in the air, resembling seaweed.

A young man in a light-colored hoodie was seen, with a delicately innocent face and a perennial smile. His hair, touched by the sunlight, had a slight light color. His clear and penetrating eyes were slightly curved, captivating to the heart.

The assistant was momentarily stunned but quickly responded, "Mr. Lin."

Lin Qiong quickly approached, "You've worked hard today."

Saying that, he handed two cups of pearl milk tea to them.

Doctor: "Thank you."

Lin Qiong waved his hand and held up the other two cups of pearl milk tea he was carrying, "You're welcome. Can Xingyun drink one of these?"

The doctor gave a thoughtful answer, "He can, but it's still healthier to drink water."

Lin Qiong nodded, understanding that Xingyun wouldn't be able to drink the pearl milk tea.

After a few more polite words, he waved goodbye to the two.

After returning home, Lin Qiong went straight to the second floor, changed his clothes, and then walked to the entrance of Fu Xingyun's room with the two cups of pearl milk in hand. "Xingyun, I'm back~"

Seeing that the room was half open, he first took a glance and then leaned in with a fluffy head.

Fu Xingyun had just finished showering, and when he saw Lin Qiong, he spoke, "Come in."

Lin Qiong, seeing that he looked good, walked in with the bubble tea swaying. Because he was wearing at-home clothes, he casually sat on the bed.

Fu Xingyun glanced at him and didn't say anything.

Lin Qiong looked at his back, "What did you do today?"

"Just exercises for the waist and arm strength."

Lin Qiong pulled him onto the bed, "Do you feel any improvement?"

Fu Xingyun remained silent for a long time. Thinking about today's ability to exert force in his legs, but in the end, he shook his head.

Seeing the disappointed expression on his face, Lin Qiong quickly comforted, "It's okay, we'll take it slow."

As he spoke, he offered the pearl milk tea in his hand to Fu Xingyun, "Do you want to drink?"

Fu Xingyun looked at the pearl milk tea in the other's hand, and Lin Qiong said seriously, "I specifically ordered a large cup for you."

Fu Xingyun pondered for a moment, "I can't finish it."

"Well, the doctor said it's better for you to drink water." Lin Qiong asked tentatively, "How about I drink it for you?"

Fu Xingyun: ...

In the end, Lin Qiong put two straws in his mouth and drank the pearl milk tea with a ton-ton-ton sound.

Fu Xingyun looked at the other's appearance, and for a moment, he couldn't help but smile.

"Is it delicious?"

Lin Qiong nodded, "Delicious."

Seeing the passionate gaze from Fu Xingyun, Lin Qiong suddenly felt a bit unethical, "Do you want to take a sip?"

Saying that, he held a cup and handed it in front of him.

Fu Xingyun lowered his eyes and looked at the straw that Lin Qiong had just used.

Lin Qiong followed his gaze and quickly regained his senses, "Wait for me, I'll go get a cup for you to pour some out."

Lin Qiong was about to get up when the cup of pearl milk tea in his hand was taken over, "No need."

The man lowered his head and took a sip with the straw.

Lin Qiong was momentarily surprised. In his impression, Fu Xingyun had a slight cleanliness obsession. Even when he entered the other's room at first, the other would frown.

But now, the other actually used a straw with him.

Lin Qiong didn't know how to express his thoughts for a moment and dryly asked, "Is it good?"

"Yeah." Fu Xingyun handed the pearl milk tea back to him.

Lin Qiong: "You're not drinking it anymore?"

"The doctor said it's better to drink water." The man finished speaking and stared at Lin Qiong.

Lin Qiong looked at the two cups of pearl milk tea in his hand and then at Fu Xingyun.

Fu Xingyun spoke, "Not drinking it anymore?"

Lin Qiong: "Huh? I'll drink, I'll drink."

The man's gaze was intense.

Lin Qiong obediently lowered his head and took a sip with the two straws, then puffed up his cheeks like a groundhog, looking at the other.

Lin Qiong didn't leave Fu Xingyun's room until he finished drinking the two cups of pearl milk tea. After he left, Fu Xingyun took out the "Love Manual" and drew a checkmark under item nine.

After dinner, the two of them continued to huddle on the sofa as usual, watching Animal World. After a long time, the doorbell rang.

Lin Qiong glanced at the time; it was almost eight in the evening.

Who could it be at this time?

Lin Qiong stood up, "I'll go take a look."

Seeing that Fu Xingyun was about to say something, Lin Qiong added, "I won't let any strangers in."

"..."

Lin Qiong arrived at the door and glanced at the monitor displaying the entrance surveillance. A familiar face was tightly pressed against the camera not far away.

Knock!

Lin Qiong took a step back in surprise, then picked up the intercom.

Fu Jinglin, carrying a backpack, said, "It's me."

"I know."

Fu Jinglin frowned, "Then why didn't you open the door?"

"Why did you come over at this time?"

Fu Jinglin, annoyed, ran his fingers through his hair, "I had a quarrel with my mom."

"Oh, teenage rebellion strikes again."

As Lin Qiong spoke, he responded, and the door opened.

Fu Jinglin: ...

Lin Qiong returned to the living room, "Our nephew is here."

Fu Xingyun's sharp eyes narrowed slightly. Without speaking, Fu Jinglin walked in with a sports bag on his back.

Fu Xingyun asked, "What's going on?"

Seeing his uncle, Fu Jinglin's momentum instantly decreased a lot. "Well, I just had a little disagreement with my mom."

Changing the topic, he said, "Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."

Lin Qiong replied from the side, "There's leftover rice."

"I don't eat leftovers," Fu Jinglin, with a young master's tone, said, "Go and make a fresh serving for me."

Fu Xingyun raised his eyes and gave him a sideways glance.

Fu Jinglin shivered instantly, "Leftover rice is fine."

Lin Qiong, somewhat puzzled, turned to look at Fu Xingyun. He saw that he was leisurely drinking tea, seemingly indifferent to their presence.

"I thought you didn't eat leftovers."

"Who said that!" Fu Jinglin's voice rose as if he wanted to announce it to the world, "I love eating leftovers the most."

"..."

Lin Qiong's mouth twitched slightly, "Then wait, I'll go get the leftovers, and fry some egg-fried rice."

Saying that, he walked out of the living room wearing slippers. After he left, Fu Xingyun placed the cup on the coffee table.

The sound was not loud, but Fu Jinglin couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Fu Xingyun looked at Fu Jinglin with intimidating eyes, "Come here."

Fu Jinglin, feeling somewhat uneasy, walked over. Just as he was about to sit beside him, the man's deep voice came.

"Did I ask you to sit?"

Fu Jinglin quickly straightened up in fear.

When Lin Qiong returned, he saw Fu Jinglin standing beside Fu Xingyun with his backpack, like a tree that had taken root.

Lin Qiong was puzzled, "Why aren't you sitting?"

Fu Xingyun looked indifferent, "He likes standing."

Lin Qiong: "Is that so?"

Fu Jinglin, with a forced smile, said, "Yes."

"The meal is ready; sit down and eat."

Saying this, he handed the egg-fried rice to Fu Jinglin.

Just as Fu Jinglin was about to make a move, that indifferent voice said, "Stand."

Fu Jinglin's over-six-foot-tall body instantly stiffened.

Lin Qiong: "How can you eat while standing?"

Fu Xingyun: "He's showing us his skill."

Fu Jinglin: ...