We agreed it was just a hug, why did you actually do it?

Hearing Tang Shaowu say he wouldn't exchange it, Su Weile nodded, immediately sat down, and began eating her cake.

Old Xu watched this scene with trepidation. He desperately searched his memory, trying to recall when Tang Shaowu had last sat down and eaten with someone so casually. He racked his brains for a long time but couldn't come up with a solution.

Tang Shaowu had always been unusually withdrawn and had never been close to anyone. Old Xu sometimes wondered whether Tang Shaowu's personality was innate or a result of his unique upbringing.

He is undoubtedly intelligent. He excelled academically as a child and has now achieved remarkable success at a young age.

But he was also ruthless and unapproachable. Although most wealthy young men of his status were arrogant and unruly, Tang Shaowu was definitely the most unusual among them.

Unlike other young masters who spend their days socializing with friends and indulging in debauchery, Tang Shaowu has never had a close confidant or even a casual bed partner.

It's always the same two childhood friends: Yan Zhengke, a legendary figure in the medical field, and Noah, whose life revolves around photography.

Unfortunately, one of these two people is a universally acknowledged cold-blooded robot, and it seems that nothing can affect his emotions except for medical research.

One is a wandering artist, detached from worldly concerns. In short, neither of them are normal human beings.

Uncle Xu sighed silently in his heart, because he felt that the most abnormal person was his own young master.

Sometimes he felt that his young master wasn't simply picky about friends and looked down on ordinary people. He actually disliked humanity; he understood human nature perfectly, yet he also utterly despised it.

He manipulates people's hearts but never opens his heart. That's why he has so many capable subordinates, but no one who truly enters his heart or whom he cares about.

Looking at Su Weile, whose eyes were only on the cake, Uncle Xu couldn't understand what was so special about him. He was certainly handsome, but there were countless handsome young stars in the company, all kinds of them, and quite a few of them had designs on Tang Shaowu. Without exception, they all ended up getting hurt. No one had ever been able to get to Tang Shaowu's side as easily as Su Weile.

Uncle Xu smiled helplessly. He thought that many things in this world are not something that everyone can understand. Maybe it's just what is called fate.

Su Weile quickly finished a piece of cake, then looked up to see Tang Shaowu had only touched it a couple of times with his fork, barely moving it at all. She frowned and said, "Are you feeling unwell and have no appetite?"

Tang Shaowu glanced at him and said lazily, "Yeah, my head hurts a bit, and I feel a little nauseous."

Upon hearing this, Su Weile immediately started tidying up the cake, saying, "Then don't eat it now. I'll put it in the refrigerator. Just call me when you want to eat it."

After tidying up the food, Su Weile also tidied up Tang Shaowu's files. She put her hand on the laptop and said to Tang Shaowu, "You should save your things. I'm taking your computer away. You're sick, so you should rest. Why are you still looking at the computer?"

Tang Shaowu smiled at Su Weile, "You really love worrying about other people's business."

Su Weile raised an eyebrow and stared at Tang Shaowu, her hand showing no sign of retracting. They looked at each other for a moment. Tang Shaowu said, "Take it. The computer will save it automatically."

Uncle Xu stepped forward and lowered Tang Shaowu's bed, saying softly, "Young Master, you really need to rest well lately. Take a nap, I'll be right outside, just call me if you need anything."

Su Weile noticed that Uncle Xu and Tang Shaowu were both looking at her unconsciously, and then she realized what was happening and said, "Oh, don't worry, I'll be very quiet and won't disturb his sleep."

Uncle Xu "..."

Tang Shaowu chuckled softly and whispered, "Little fool."

After saying that, she closed her eyes and ignored him.

Uncle Xu stood there stunned for a moment, then realized that Tang Shaowu seemed to be letting things take their course. So he didn't say anything more and walked out of the ward alone.

This luxurious VIP ward has suites where caregivers can rest on a large bed. However, Su Weile was worried that she might not know what was going on with Tang Shaowu, so she simply sat back down in the chair she had sat in all night the previous night, put on her headphones, and started playing a game silently.

While playing games, Su Weile observed Tang Shaowu. An hour later, Su Weile discovered something: when Tang Shaowu looked relaxed and lay there quietly, he wasn't actually asleep.

When he showed signs of pain, his brows furrowed and his breathing became less even; at that moment, he was truly asleep.

As she watched, Su Weile went from initially playing games while watching him, to eventually giving up her game altogether and focusing solely on Tang Shaowu.

Su Weile thought of her mother. At that time, her mother was already very ill, but every time she was in front of Su Weile, she was still so gentle and sweet-smiling.

Only in the dead of night when her mother is truly asleep would she groan in pain in her sleep, tossing and turning in a cold sweat until she was awakened by the pain, and the first thing she would do was look at her precious son.

Back then, Su Weile, who would be woken up by the noise, would gently pat her mother while she was half asleep, hoping to ease her pain. But when her mother woke up in pain, she would pretend that she was still asleep.

Looking at Tang Shaowu on the hospital bed, Su Weile's heart suddenly ached terribly. Although he told himself that Tang Shaowu had only suffered a concussion from his beating, and not an incurable disease like his mother's, for some reason, he just felt so sorry for Tang Shaowu, just like he had felt sorry for his own mother back then.

The familiar pain woke Tang Shaowu from his sleep. As soon as he opened his eyes, his gaze met Su Weile's.

Tang Shaowu inevitably saw the overflowing affection in Su Weile's eyes. Tang Shaowu's head was throbbing with pain, but as always, he used astonishing willpower to bury this pain deep beneath a calm and expressionless face.

The two stared at each other silently. Su Weile watched as Tang Shaowu's expression slowly, gradually shifting from pain to calm, and knew that he had truly come to his senses.

He took off his headphones, stood up, propped Tang Shaowu's pillow up a little, and asked softly, "Can't sleep? Are you thirsty? Or do you want something to eat?"

Tang Shaowu, unusually, did not put on his signature smile. He frowned as he looked at Su Weile, whose attitude towards him had changed.

Seeing that Tang Shaowu did not answer, Su Weile poured a glass of water and fed it to Tang Shaowu, letting him drink a couple of sips.

As soon as she put the cup down, Su Weile said softly, "Young Master Tang, I know an acupoint that might relieve headaches. Let me press it for you."

After saying that, without waiting for Tang Shaowu's reply, he grabbed Tang Shaowu's hand that was on the quilt, separated his thumbs, crossed his own tiger's mouth with Tang Shaowu's tiger's mouth, and pressed his own thumb on Tang Shaowu's Hegu acupoint where the tiger's mouth was facing upwards.