The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

Chen Zhe nodded again.

Fu Hua's expression changed slightly: "No need to rush to answer, you can think about it slowly."

Even if you don't want to, I will take full responsibility for all your future medical expenses, so you can focus on your recovery.

She explained the consequences clearly, and every word she said was practical.

Chen Zhe's eyes widened, his gaze gleaming.

His gaze was more solemn and determined than ever before.

He gripped the edge of the bed tightly, his voice hoarse but each word clear: "Fu Hua, I'm willing, truly."

I'd give anything if it could help you in the slightest.

Fu Hua looked at him and finally relented.

He nodded and said, "Okay, then you can follow my instructions from now on."

She began to give detailed instructions, all based on practical medical advice: "Tomorrow I will arrange for Dr. Cheng to perform a full set of examinations on you."

Electrocardiogram, angiography, and blood tests—I need to get the most accurate data.

You must rest in bed for the next few days, and try to avoid getting out of bed as much as possible, and avoid emotional excitement and exertion.

As for your diet, I will have someone prepare liquid food for you, which is light and easy to digest. You absolutely cannot eat anything hard.

Once the test results are available, we will begin developing a surgical plan.

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say."

Chen Zhe's pupils contracted slightly, then he lowered his head, his ears turning red.

When she looked up again, her gaze became very light, carrying a hint of unease and inferiority, as if looking at her even for a moment would be an overstepping of her bounds.

Fu Hua's eyes were calm and gentle, yet they conveyed a just-right sense of distance.

She pointed to the bowl of porridge on the table and asked softly, "Would you like some more?"

When Chen Zhe thought about being able to see her often in the future, most of his dejection suddenly dissipated.

His nose tingled slightly, and he suddenly felt a surge of appetite.

He nodded slightly, his voice softening: "I can eat by myself, no need to trouble you."

As he spoke, he reached out to take the bowl of rice.

Fu Hua quickly reached out to help him adjust his posture.

Chen Zhe took the bowl, picked up the spoon, and slowly scooped up the porridge.

His movements were still a bit unsteady, but he seemed to be in a good mood.

Outside the ward door, a figure stood quietly.

Cheng Yue had been standing there for a long time, and the medical record folder in his hand was deformed from being squeezed so tightly.

As he watched the heartwarming scene in the ward, a dark cloud instantly settled over his eyes.

Cheng Yue's gaze was fixed on Fu Hua.

How happy that pale and thin man is!

Fu Hua was so gentle and considerate towards him, and the warmth in her eyes was something he had never experienced before.

Why?

Why is she so gentle with other men?

But towards himself, he is always cold and distant, keeping everyone at arm's length.

Cheng Yue's fingers tightened unconsciously, his nails almost digging into his flesh.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and a look of jealousy and resentment flashed across his eyes.

What was wrong with him that she couldn't even look at him?

.........

As night fell, Cheng Yue, exhausted, pushed open the door to his home.

The entryway light was blindingly bright, and he subconsciously frowned.

The image of Fu Hua gently instructing Chen Zhe kept replaying in his mind.

A burning, unyielding anger simmered in his chest, causing his face to darken considerably.

He tiptoed to change his shoes and go back to his room, when he heard the sound of sofa cushions shifting in the living room.

Cheng's mother sat upright in the center of the sofa, dressed in neat home clothes.

There wasn't a hint of a smile on her face; she was clearly waiting for him to return.

On the coffee table sat warm milk and a plate of sliced ​​fruit.

The atmosphere, however, was so cold it was suffocating.

Cheng Yue didn't want to argue with his mother today, so he called out "Mom" and headed for the stairs.

"Stop, come and sit down."

When Cheng's mother spoke, her voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable force.

Cheng Yue stopped in his tracks, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he remained silent.

He turned around, dragged his heavy steps to the sofa, and sat down.

His back was ramrod straight, his hands rested casually on his knees, his fingertips rubbing his trouser legs, his whole body exuding resistance.

He knew in his heart that his mother was waiting for him so late for no other reason than to urge him to get married.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for you?"

Cheng's mother picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip,

Her gaze was fixed on him, taking in his exhausted face from head to toe.

Her tone turned somber at first, "You spend all your time at the hospital; anyone who didn't know better would think you were a department head or hospital director."

"Mom, I've been working overtime lately."

"Working overtime, working overtime! You're already in your mid-twenties, can't you put your marriage on the line?"

It turns out that's what happened.

Cheng Yue closed his eyes briefly, suppressing the irritation in his heart.

His tone was perfunctory: "Mom, I'm tired. Can't we talk about it tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? By the time I get up tomorrow, you'll already be at the hospital again. How am I supposed to talk to you about it then!"

Mother Cheng immediately raised her voice and slammed the teacup down on the coffee table with a loud bang.

"I'm asking you, last time for my birthday, you met Ranran, what did you think of her?"

Ranran was his childhood sweetheart, but they hadn't seen each other much since they grew up.

She comes from a good family, a good match in terms of social standing, and seems to have a gentle and obedient personality.

She is the perfect daughter-in-law in her mother's eyes.

During their last meeting, Cheng Yue was distracted the entire time, and his mother was also present.

He was thinking about Fu Hua and had no time for anything else.

I left early under the pretext of having something to do at the hospital, without thinking too much about it.

He frowned even more deeply, his tone impatient: "It's nothing, I didn't feel anything, don't mention it again."

"You don't feel anything?"

Cheng's mother seemed amused by his words, and leaned forward slightly.

She pointed at his nose and berated him, "When you were little, you said you wouldn't marry anyone but Ranran, but now you're telling me you have no feelings for her?"

What's wrong with Ranran? She comes from a respectable family, has a gentle personality, works at a good company, is sensible and obedient, and knows how to respect her parents-in-law.

"After you marry me, I'll manage the household perfectly and won't hinder your career. So many families would love to have a girl like me!"

Cheng Yue turned his head away and looked out the window, not wanting to argue with his mother.

Ignoring all that, Cheng's mother continued her nagging: "Look at your Uncle Wang's son next door, he's about your age, and his child is already in kindergarten. The three of them are living happily together."

And all your childhood playmates, aren't they all married and have children by now, giving their parents grandchildren?

You're always single, and when your dad and I go out, we're embarrassed to chat with the neighbors and relatives.

I'm terrified of people asking about my marriage; I can't bear the embarrassment!

"They are them, and I am me. Can you please stop comparing me to others?"

Cheng Yue couldn't hold back any longer and spoke up, his voice filled with suppressed anger.

"Current policies support freedom of marriage. Getting married is my own business. I can decide who I want to be with, and I don't need you to arrange it."

"You decide for yourself?"

Cheng's mother suddenly stood up, her chest heaving with anger.

Her hand was trembling as she pointed at Cheng Yue. "You think you can just think about that unrealistic person every day just because you made the decision yourself?"

I'm telling you, Cheng Yue, don't think I don't know what you're thinking!

Cheng Yue stiffened, turned to look at his mother, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes, which was then covered by a cold hardness.

Cheng's mother stared at his face, speaking each word clearly.

Gritting her teeth, she said, "Is that girl surnamed Fu the only one in your heart? Her name is Fu Hua, isn't it!"