What Did Cheng Zongyi Mean?

"Ji En loves you very much," Cheng Zongyi said such a sentence to Ji Aier.

"Haha! I didn't expect you to be so good at telling black humor," Ji Aier couldn't help laughing. "I'll be thankful enough if he doesn't abuse me. Love me? No way!"

Could someone show love in this way? He would call the other person a fool, an idiot, and an ugly girl at every turn; he would always order the other person around; and his words were mean and sarcastic. Ji Aier would never think that Ji En loved her, no matter what!

"He loves to abuse me, that's more like it," Ji Aier added.

Cheng Zongyi smiled but didn't answer.

Just then, Ji Aier heard Ji En's voice.

"Yi, you're here," Ji En had somehow walked over here.

"I came to see how you're recovering," Cheng Zongyi walked over and said.

Ji Aier quickly put away her smile. Otherwise, she would be in for it later. Ji Aier quietly walked to Ji En's side and then followed them into the ward. Ouyang Xue was no longer in the ward, and Ji Aier didn't even notice when she left.

They chatted and laughed, while Ji Aier tidied up the things on the table a bit, taking out all the things that needed to be thrown away or washed from the ward.

In the morning, because of Ouyang Xue's visit, Ji En hadn't eaten much. So there was still a lot of porridge left that Ji Aier had brought for him. Looking at it being poured into the trash can, she felt it was a pity, but she knew that Ji En would never eat leftovers.

When Ji Aier finished washing the things and brought them back to the ward, neither Ji En nor Cheng Zongyi was there. She guessed that they had gone for a walk in the garden behind the hospital. Ji Aier put the things on the table and also made the bed for Ji En by the way.

After a while, they still hadn't come back. Ji Aier felt very sleepy, so she sat on the sofa and wanted to take a little nap. She planned to stand up immediately as soon as she heard Ji En come back.

But things didn't go as she planned. Ji Aier was really too tired. So she quickly fell asleep, and she didn't know at all when Ji En returned to the ward.

It wasn't until she felt something flying around in front of her. Ji Aier thought it was a mosquito and reached out to swat it. As a result, she heard a clear "slap" sound.

She opened her eyes and saw Ji En, who had been slapped by her. He was in great pain at the moment. And there was a blanket on her body.

"Sorry, I didn't know it was you," Ji Aier quickly put the blanket aside and went to check Ji En's left arm, which she had just slapped.

"Do you have a grudge against me?" Ji En said, looking frustrated.

"I didn't know it was you. I thought it was..." Ji Aier stopped in time. If she told Ji En that she had thought he was a mosquito, she was afraid he would be really angry with her.

"What did you think it was?" Ji En leaned in and asked.

"Nothing. How's your hand?" This was what Ji Aier was more concerned about. She didn't want Ji En, who was supposed to be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, to have to stay for a few more days because of her slap. She was sure that if that happened, he wouldn't let her off easily, as he hated staying in the hospital the most.

"I won't be disabled," Ji En said coldly. He was still the same. When he was in a bad mood, his tone of voice became very cold. He said something else.

"What did you say?" Ji Aier didn't hear clearly, so she asked again. She knew that he would be impatient if she asked him to repeat, but she really hadn't heard him clearly just now.

"Stay here with me tonight," Ji En repeated and then sat down on the sofa.

"I think the hospital has a rule against this," Ji Aier turned to him and said. The hospital seemed to have a rule that the visiting hours for family members couldn't exceed 12 o'clock at night.

"Either you stay here and keep me company tonight, or I'll go back with you and stay at your place tonight! You can choose one," Ji En said brazenly.

What kind of choice was this? It was obvious that Ji Aier didn't really have a choice. In the end, she chose to stay with Ji En because the recovery of his hand was much more important than her opinion.