Chapter 7: Junior Brother, You Were Right—He's Really Annoying!

About five minutes later, Zhao Siming returned to his seat.

For some reason, his legs wouldn't stop shaking. He had no control over it.

"Junior Brother, I came in a hurry this time and wasn't fully prepared! But I have a custom-made set of silver needles at home. They're extremely sturdy and will definitely help you!"

"Thank you, Senior Brother!" Xiao Chen said gratefully.

"We're brothers—no need to be so formal! Just rest easy for now. I'll come see you tomorrow!" Zhao Siming patted Xiao Chen lightly on the shoulder before standing up.

"Why tomorrow? Why not tonight?" Xiao Chen was eager to recover as soon as possible.

"Because... I need to check on my own legs first. I don't know what's wrong with them!"

"..."

Xiao Chen opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. Finally, he could only respond, "Then, Senior Brother... take care of yourself!"

"I'm off. See you tomorrow!"

Zhao Siming limped toward the door. As soon as he stepped outside, he ran into Lin Beifan.

"Dr. Zhao, you're leaving already?" Lin Beifan asked in surprise.

Zhao Siming forced a smile. "Mr. Lin, yes, I'm heading back. I'll check on my junior brother tomorrow!"

"You can leave, but there's something I need to tell you."

"What's the matter, Mr. Lin? Please go ahead!"

"It's like this—since your junior brother is hospitalized here, I covered his medical expenses in advance. Now that you're here, can you help settle the bill? It's a total of 500,000 yuan. Thanks!" Lin Beifan said with a bright smile.

Zhao Siming: "..."

Junior Brother, you were right—he really is annoying!

In the end, Zhao Siming painfully handed over 500,000 yuan.

After receiving the money, Lin Beifan happily drove to Song's Hospital.

When Song Yuqing saw him, she was a bit surprised. "Why are you here?"

"You said you wanted to treat me to dinner. Don't tell me you forgot!"

"But you're way too early. It's not even time to get off work yet!" She glanced at the clock.

"That's fine! You go ahead with your work, I'll just hang around and play on my phone." Lin Beifan casually sat down, pulling out his phone.

Unexpectedly, Song Yuqing grabbed her bag and changed into a different coat. "Let's go!"

Lin Beifan was taken aback. "You're leaving work already?"

"I'm not working anymore today. The biggest problem that was bothering me has been solved by you, so why should I stay? A little slacking off now and then is fine!" Song Yuqing said playfully.

"Alright! Let's go!" Lin Beifan put away his phone and got up.

"Where are we eating tonight?" Song Yuqing asked with a smile.

"Follow me. I'll take you somewhere delicious and affordable!"

"Okay!"

Half an hour later, they arrived at an old eatery hidden within a bustling street.

Looking at the aged surroundings, Song Yuqing was surprised. "I didn't expect a young master like you to come to a place like this."

"What are you thinking? Why wouldn't I come here? This restaurant has been around for over 20 years, and the taste has remained the same—absolutely delicious! Good thing we came early, or we wouldn't have gotten a seat!" Lin Beifan grinned.

"From the way you're talking, you must come here often. Be honest—do you always bring girls here?" Song Yuqing narrowed her eyes at him, pretending to be fierce.

Lin Beifan shook his head. "Nope. You're the first!"

Hearing that, Song Yuqing felt a slight warmth in her heart.

"But if it were any other girl, I'd just take her straight to a hotel!"

Song Yuqing: "..."

She instantly shot him a glare!

"Haha! Just kidding! But seriously, you are the first woman I've ever brought here for dinner!" Lin Beifan suddenly looked sincere.

In my past life and in this one.

Song Yuqing found herself flustered under his gaze.

Her heart felt sweet, yet she panicked. "Hmph! I don't want to talk to you anymore. I'm ordering food!"

With that, the two of them began ordering dinner.

The food at this humble eatery turned out to be surprisingly good—authentic, flavorful, and affordable.

Both of them enjoyed their meal.

However, after a short while, Song Yuqing put down her chopsticks. "I'm full. You can go ahead and eat."

Lin Beifan was puzzled. "Why are you eating so little? Is the food not good?"

Song Yuqing sighed resentfully. "I need to lose weight!"

Lin Beifan thought for a moment and suddenly understood—it must have been what he said yesterday that hurt her self-esteem!

So, he explained, "Actually, I think women shouldn't be too thin. If they're like bamboo poles, they'd topple over with a gust of wind!"

Song Yuqing raised an eyebrow. "Don't all men prefer skinny women?"

Lin Beifan shook his head. "I don't know about other men, but I prefer women with a bit more shape. Like you—your figure is just perfect! I like it very much. So, don't lose weight!"

Song Yuqing's heart skipped a beat.

Was that a confession?

Flustered, she tried to cover up her emotions. "You're not my man! What does it matter to you if I lose weight or not?"

Then, she reached for the dishes on the table.

Lin Beifan was stunned. "What are you doing?"

Song Yuqing picked up her chopsticks and righteously declared, "I'm eating! I need to be full to have the energy to lose weight!"

Lin Beifan nodded seriously. "That makes perfect sense. Here, have a chicken leg. Take care of yourself!"

"Thanks! If I successfully lose weight, I'll make sure you benefit too!"