The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 284 - : Spinning affectionate intimacy, uncle and aunty’s romantic relationship develops (Second update)

Jiang Zhi released her, helping her with her mask and hat, “Think of me.”

Blushing, Zhou Xu Fang nodded, got out of the car, said goodbye, and then left.

Fifth Renmin Hospital, Respiratory Department.

Since early spring, the weather had warmed up, but these past few days, it suddenly grew colder again. Yao Bixi caught a cold, got a ticket, and was waiting to be seen.

The Lu Family always kept a low profile; mother and daughter Bixi dressed casually — apart from their extraordinary demeanor, they were no different from ordinary patients, queueing in the crowded hallway.

Yao Bixi glanced at her daughter who had been distracted ever since they entered the hospital, “Why do you look so listless?”

She was not Lu Sheng.

Her heart wasn’t in it anymore; she was a Wandering Soul now.

Wandering Soul responded, “Oh.”

Yao Bixi, seeing something was off, “Are you feeling unwell? Do you want to get checked too?”

Wandering Soul responded, “Oh.”

“What’s wrong?”

Wandering Soul responded, “Oh.”

“Lu Sheng.”

Wandering Soul responded, “Oh.”

Yao Bixi, “…”

Her daughter had matured early, mentally, because her brother was a ‘Sleeping Beauty’. From a young age, she started learning business alongside her grandmother, not like typical girls, much steadier than her peers, rarely this distracted.

She wondered what had captivated her this time.

“What are you thinking about? Did you hear what I said?”

Wandering Soul responded, “What did you say?”

Yao Bixi, “…”

Just then, a nurse came out from the consultation room, “Is number 36 here?”

Yao Bixi raised the ticket in her hand, “Here.”

“You can come in now.”

Rising to her feet, Yao Bixi said, “Don’t come in, wait for me outside.”

Wandering Soul, who had no intention of moving anyway, responded, “Oh.”

She continued sitting there, staring blankly, people coming and going in the corridor, her eyes reflecting nothing, completely zoned out.

Until at the turn ahead, a girl pushing a wheelchair passed by.

Lu Sheng’s gaze suddenly lit up.

Zhou Xu Fang had come to the hospital today to handle Zhou Qingrang’s discharge procedures; his health was no longer a major concern, plagued by old issues that couldn’t be cured but required long-term care.

The wheelchair suddenly stopped.

“What’s wrong?”

Zhou Xu Fang said, “Lu Sheng is behind us.” She had heard footsteps, following them.

Zhou Qingrang turned around and saw Lu Sheng.

Lu Sheng didn’t hide, approaching with a hint of panic, unsure of what to say and after a long silence asked, “Are you being discharged?”

Zhou Qingrang sat in the wheelchair, changed out of the hospital gown. He hadn’t put on a prosthetic, the left pant leg empty, coughing a bit due to the sudden chill.

He nodded, seldom speaking.

Lu Sheng had many questions she wanted to ask—was he suffering, did his leg hurt, could she call him, could they meet… yet, fearing to overstep, she conversed with him casually, “How’s your health, all better?”

“Better.”

He replied politely, his tone distant, just like when they first met.

Since her confession, he seemed to have been deliberately distancing himself.

“That’s good.” She felt awkward in front of him, nervous and discombobulated explaining, “I didn’t come for you, I’m here with my mom for her appointment.” She feared bothering him, feared him thinking she was clingy.

She wanted to get closer, but didn’t dare.

“Do you have time now?” Zhou Qingrang asked, “Just ten minutes.”

Her previously furrowed brows now danced with joy, she quickly responded, “Yes, yes!”

“Xu Fang,” Zhou Qingrang told her, “go wait for me in the room.”

“Mm.”

She wondered what her uncle wanted to talk to her aunt about.

She wanted to eavesdrop.

You must hold back.

Zhou Qing pushed the wheelchair to the garden behind the inpatient department, with Lu Sheng following behind him. She dared not get too close, yet couldn’t bear to be too far away.

Behind the cobblestones, there was an uphill path that made the wheelchair ride extremely bumpy.

Lu Sheng, afraid he would fall, couldn’t help but reach out to help: “Let me push for you.”

Zhou Qing didn’t refuse: “Thank you.”

She didn’t say “you’re welcome” as it felt too formal.

The garden was filled with many patients out to enjoy the sun, and the remaining dew on the green leaves evaporated under the sun, carrying a faint scent of fresh grass.

The wheelchair stopped on a flat section of the path, next to a fountain pool filled with wishing coins. Those who came here to make wishes were mostly patients or their families, placing all their hopes in this pool when they could see no way out and desperately needed solace.

He looked at the coins in the pool, their surfaces fractured by the sun’s reflection, and asked her, “I’m quite useless, aren’t I?” It was like he was asking himself too.

Among these countless coins, one was his.

He wished for peace for his family.

He made this wish after his third major surgery.

Lu Sheng immediately said, “That’s not true!”

His eyes were cool, like the chilly water of the pool at the end of winter, hands resting on his lap, touching the empty part of his trouser leg. He laughed mockingly at himself: “Not only useless, but also in poor health.”

He still had a steel pin in his right leg, which might need to be amputated if the condition worsened.

Lu Sheng felt bad hearing this: “Don’t talk about yourself like that.”

He was a good person.

But fate had not been kind to him, rendering his life bleak and sorrowful.

“Lu Sheng,” his voice was clear, and when he called her name, it filled her ears. He said, “I’m not suitable for you.”

He had called her here to put an end to her hopes.

Lu Sheng didn’t like looking down at him. She squatted down, hands on the armrests of his wheelchair: “But do you like me?”

He didn’t answer; his peaceful gaze shimmered quietly.

Pure and transcendent, isolated from the world, his being bore no trace of worldly care, and Lu Sheng wanted to pull him down to her side.

“Zhou Qing,”

She didn’t care whether it was appropriate or not; she just wanted to know: “Do you like me?”

Just a nod from him, and she would overturn the entire world, ignore all dissenting voices, ignore everything.

But he shook his head.

He didn’t like her.

His gaze was still cool and clear: “Don’t waste your time on me. It’s not worth it.”

It is worth it.

How could he not be worth it?

It’s this world that doesn’t deserve him, doesn’t deserve all his vitality and spirit.

Her eyes suddenly reddened, overwhelmed by the desire to hug him, to comfort him, to tell him not to be alone anymore…

“I’m sorry.”

For his resolute rejection, he apologized, placed his hands on the wheelchair, and began to push the wheels, his gaze lowered, no longer looking at her.

Lu Sheng reached out and grabbed his sleeve, lowering her pride to beg without any dignity: “Don’t shut me out, can’t we just be friends?”

In front of the person she liked, she was willing to stoop as low as the dirt.

She shouldn’t have confessed; a person like him, if he had no such intentions, would never lead her on.

Zhou Qing still responded with those three words, devoid of emotion: “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Her voice was strained, yet still tinged with a sob, “Why do you keep saying sorry?”

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He lowered his eyes, his long lashes casting shadows on his eyelids, his voice clear and gentle: “I shouldn’t have borrowed your umbrella.”

He moved the wheelchair, turning away from her, and in the moment he turned around, the light in his eyes dimmed.

He shouldn’t have been soft-hearted, shouldn’t have been friendly, shouldn’t have let such a beautiful girl fall for someone like him, and most of all, shouldn’t have broken her spirit or made her eyes red…

Lu Sheng returned to her mother, disheartened.

“Lu Sheng,” Yao Bixi asked her, “Where have you been?”

She hung her head, distracted: “The restroom.” She tried hard to suppress her emotions, keeping her face neutral, “What did the doctor say?”

“It’s nothing serious, just a cold.”

“Did they prescribe any medication?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll go get it for you.”

Yao Bixi handed her the prescription, and after she left for the hospital pharmacy, Yao Bixi stepped aside to make a phone call: “Secretary Hong, how’s Shengsheng been doing recently?”

The person on the other end was Lu Sheng’s secretary, Hong Qi.

“Madam, in what regard?”

Yao Bixi spoke casually: “Is she dating someone?”

Hong Qi couldn’t quite grasp the Empress Dowager’s mood, careful not to offend: “I don’t think so.” He was cautious in his reply, “I’m not very sure.”

Yao Bixi offhandedly mentioned, “With a news anchor.”

Hong Qi blurted out: “They haven’t dated yet, it’s just the young miss’s one-sided infatuation—”

A slip of the tongue!

Yao Bixi realized: “Pretend I don’t know, and don’t mention anything to Shengsheng.” After that, she hung up the phone.

She had seen Zhou Qing on television, a fine man in all respects, except for his unfortunate legs, fate, and health.