Spoiled Sparrow

Louis accompanied He Xunnan back to China. After landing, he saw that He Xunnan's condition was stable and had improved, so he went to the capital to treat a patient.

Before receiving Han Feng's call, he received a call from someone claiming to be He Xun Nan's friend.

Louis reassured Han Feng: "Mr. Han, I have something to take care of right now. Please keep a close eye on He Xunnan. If he doesn't return by tomorrow, please let me know immediately."

Han Feng's voice was firm: "Okay, don't worry."

After hanging up the phone, Louis looked at the person on the other end, his eyes filled with wariness.

Dong Chenye took a sip of tea and spoke first: "Louis, what do you think of the advice I just gave you?"

Louis was originally tight-lipped, and no matter how Dong Chenye probed him indirectly, he answered without revealing any information.

It wasn't until he received Han Feng's call that his resolve wavered slightly.

"Mr. Dong, we are both doctors, and we should know that a patient's condition must never be disclosed to outsiders. This is a doctor's professional ethics."

Dong Chenye keenly grasped the meaning of the word "patient" and immediately understood.

He stood up. "If a patient can't control his body and mind, is he still a human being?"

Louis sat there, pondering the words Dong Chenye had left behind before he departed.

He called Han Feng again: "Han Feng, I have a question for you, and I hope you can answer me truthfully."

Han Feng: "Okay."

Louis: "President He..."

After receiving a hesitant but affirmative answer, he boarded a plane back to China that very night.

Dong Chenye, who was watching all this from outside, immediately sent a message to Fu Chen.

It has been confirmed that He Xunnan does indeed suffer from a mental illness.

He received a phone call midway through, during which He Xunnan was mentioned, before he began to speak.

[He's probably already deciding when to go back. Keep a close eye on things.]

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Everything else didn't matter; he only needed to confirm that He Xunnan had a mental illness.

He sent the recording to Fu Chen and then turned and left.

Fu Chen, who had just received the news, was sitting in the car when Chen Yan's tense voice gradually relaxed.

"Mr. Fu, the tail has been shaken off."

Fu Chen nodded and listened to the message sent by Dong Chenye in front of him.

Chen Yan said with a smile, "In that case, you can definitely tell your sister-in-law."

Fu Chen's furrowed brows relaxed, and he felt more confident: "Instead of forcibly forcing the truth on her, perhaps letting her discover it step by step will allow her to realize who is truly good to her."

Chen Yan frowned as he listened, and he kindly advised, "President Fu, you can't say these things in front of your wife."

"Why?" His voice was extremely soft, yet it left no room for argument.

Chen Yan forced a smile and explained, "This doesn't take your sister-in-law's perspective into account; any woman would feel uncomfortable hearing that."

The light in his eyes focused and then scattered; despite having an IQ of 142, he couldn't understand what his assistant meant.

Is this statement wrong? Don't you think it's romantic?

Fu Chen thought about it carefully and replied casually, "I don't think so."

They clearly love each other deeply, so why do they torment each other for so long and go through such a long and complicated process?

Chen Yan couldn't stand it anymore. "Mr. Fu, if your wife felt you treated her well, would she still have left you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Chen gave him a meaningful look.

Honest advice is hard to hear, and the truth is unpleasant to hear.

That's why it's said that few loyal people in ancient times died a good death.

Seeing that Fu Chen did not react excessively, Chen Yan continued, "If you want to win back your sister-in-law, the first thing is to clarify the conflict between you and resolve the root cause of your breakup. Then, you can talk about being good to her and making her fall in love with you again."

For the first time, Fu Chen felt that Chen Yan was so useful.

"Where did you learn all this?"

Chen Yan laughed heartily, his tone carrying the shyness of a young man: "Hey, this kind of thing was all taught to me by my husband, it's just the basics of being a devoted boyfriend."

Fu Chen smiled, a rare occurrence for him: "Mm."

What does "hmm" mean? Does it mean you understand or not?

His wife is newly pregnant, and he really wants to go back to China.

When will this matter concerning President Fu be resolved?

He turned to look at Fu Chen, as if deep in thought.

Hopefully, Mr. Fu has truly understood.

Chen Yan parked his car across from the Chinese restaurant where Ruan Qing was eating.

The two of them happened to be coming out of the restaurant.

Henry gentlemanly called a car for Ruan Qing.

Ruan Qing walked to the roadside when her cell phone rang.

She looked at the caller ID on her phone and showed it to Henry, who was sitting next to her.

"Sister Pei?" Henry snatched her phone. "Why is she calling you now? Does she know I introduced you to my brother and is here to confront me?"

"Shouldn't I be calling you? Why are you calling me?"

Ruan Qing took back her phone: "Give it to me so I can listen to it."

After she finished speaking, she swiped the screen to answer the call, and Henry couldn't stop her even if he wanted to.

He nervously gestured in sign language: "Turn on speakerphone, let me hear it."

Pei Yifei's clear voice came from the other end of the phone: "Ms. Ruan, there's a small local gathering tonight. Are you interested?"

Just as Ruan Qing was about to refuse, Henry stopped her and started typing on his phone.

If you refuse her, you can't stay here; she's the organizer.

Since I'm just killing time anyway, I might as well go and see what's going on.

Ruan Qing gave Henry an OK sign and replied, "Okay, thank you, President Pei."

"Don't be so polite, just call me Sister Pei. See you tonight!"

Henry nearly jumped up when the call ended.

Ruan Qing pressed him down: "What's wrong? Are you having an attack?"

Henry: "You'd better prepare for battle tonight."

He had the expression of someone about to bravely face his execution.

Ruan Qing laughed uncontrollably: "Is it that serious? It's just a gathering of people in the industry, isn't it?"

"My goodness, you actually believe that?" Henry mimicked the actions of a detective in a TV series and said seriously, "Knowing Sister Pei as I do, she has always looked down on designers from humble backgrounds."

"So... in your words, this was a trap!"

Ruan Qing took a deep breath, nodded, and gave a thumbs up: "Awesome."

The tone shifted abruptly: "Then why did you still send me?"

Henry covered his head: "I have no choice. If you don't go, you'll embarrass her, and she'll have people in the industry ostracize you. I'm doing this for your own good."

"Really?"

Ruan Qing recalled her brief conversation with her at the banquet that day and realized she hadn't thought of her as that kind of person.

However, when she was with the Pei family, one could indeed sense that she was somewhat domineering.

"Go ahead, what's there to be afraid of?"

Fortunately, He Xunnan had prepared quite a few dresses for her, so she could just pick one.

Fu Chen sat in the car and watched the two of them joking and laughing as they got into the car. His face was extremely ugly.

Why haven't I seen her like this in front of him?

He looked at the face in the rearview mirror and recalled the young mixed-race man from earlier.

For the first time ever, he asked, "Chen Yan, am I the youngest?"