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

Su Weile was really exhausted these past two days. She didn't sleep a wink last night, and she hadn't even touched the floor when she got out of bed today. She booked a hotel and then went to take a shower.

So he was sleeping very soundly in the caregiver chair just now, but he's never been a restless sleeper since he was a child. No one in the family dares to share a bed with him, or they'll inevitably get a beating.

She just jerked herself up and fell to the ground. Su Weile hit her shoulder and head, and when she stood up, she found her legs were still numb, so she simply sat down on the ground. "Damn, that hurts so much!"

Tang Shaowu got up and turned on the bedside lamp. He sat on the bed, looking down at Su Weile, who was groaning on the floor, with a smile on his face.

Su Weile didn't rush to get up from the ground. She just sat there with her long legs propped up, looking up at Tang Shaowu on the bed with a roguish smile.

"Young Master Su, you're quite the player, aren't you?"

"Of course, of course. Is Young Master Tang feeling better?"

After they finished speaking, they looked at each other and smiled again.

Su Weile stomped her feet, feeling the numbness in her legs subside, and then briskly got up. She dusted herself off and went to the bathroom to wash her hands. Su Weile's voice came from the bathroom, "Young Master Tang, when did you wake up? Why didn't you call me?"

Tang Shaowu stared in the direction of the bathroom without saying a word.

In his memory, apart from necessary social engagements, the nights were always absolutely quiet. He wasn't used to having such lively sounds around him so late at night.

Su Weile seemed to have gotten used to Tang Shaowu's occasional indifference. She glanced at the time; it was already past midnight. "Are you feeling better now? Shall we get something to eat? What would you like to eat?"

Tang Shaowu casually replied, "That's fine. Someone should have brought your food over. Just go to the door and get it."

Su Weile opened the door with some skepticism, and sure enough, she took two heavy lunch bags from the man in black.

Su Weile muttered, "You're being so wasteful. There's still so much left to eat, and you've already brought over more. My dad always says I'm wasteful. I'll take you home with me later and let my old man see what real waste is."

Tang Shaowu watched as Su Weile muttered as she took the food out of the bag, "Damn, which restaurant is this? This food looks amazing."

Seeing so much food, Su Weile realized the small table on the hospital bed couldn't hold it all, so she simply put the food on the dining table. "Young Master Tang, I'll push you to the dining table to eat in a bit."

Not hearing a response, Su Weile turned around and saw that Tang Shaowu had already gotten out of bed by himself. Startled, he quickly ran over and asked, "What are you doing? Are you in such a hurry? Are you hungry? Wait for me to come over. Why did you get into the wheelchair by yourself?"

Tang Shaowu didn't stop what he was doing. He sat down in the wheelchair himself and said coldly, "I just need to reduce my activity as much as possible, I'm not completely paralyzed. Besides, I need to go to the bathroom now, how are you going to help me?"

Su Weile said nonchalantly, "What's wrong with going to the restroom? What can't I help you with? We're both men, what's there to be afraid of?"

Tang Shaowu was uncharacteristically speechless. He glanced at Su Weile, then maneuvered his wheelchair towards the bathroom.

Su Weile watched his retreating figure and muttered under her breath, "Why are you so particular every day? Honestly, it's not like I don't have good looks. I'm actually quite good-looking."

When Tang Shaowu came out of the restroom, Su Weile had already set out the food. Seeing Tang Shaowu arrive, she helped him push his wheelchair to a suitable position on the table. "Please enjoy your meal, Young Master Tang."

Tang Shaowu noticed that Su Weile, who was sitting to the side, showed no interest in eating. He recalled that every time Su Weile ate with him, she always ate food he had bought himself.

Tang Shaowu glanced at the time and said, "Aren't you hungry? Why don't you come and get something to eat?"

Su Weile fiddled with her phone and said, "No, you eat it. Your family bought it especially for you. I'll see if there's a delivery service nearby and order some takeout."

"Oh dear, actually I should be the one buying you food, since I caused you to be hospitalized. But your family delivers food so frequently that I have no chance to intervene."

They must be very concerned about you, right? But I haven't seen them come yet. Are they all out of town or abroad? I was thinking that when your family came, I could properly apologize to your aunt and uncle.

Tang Shaowu ate his meal elegantly without saying a word.

Su Weile sensed that Tang Shaowu had very strict table manners, so she guessed that he probably wouldn't say a word while eating.

While scrolling through her phone, Su Weile said, "Young Master Tang, can I order a bowl of snail rice noodles?"

As expected, no one spoke. Su Weile said with a grin, "Silence means agreement."

Su Weile looked at Tang Shaowu's stiff back and said, word by word, "You can order, but get out and eat. Don't come back after you finish."

Su Weile burst into laughter on the sofa.

Su Weile didn't order anything in the end. He ate the strawberry cake that was in the refrigerator for Tang Shaowu. It was his favorite, but it would probably spoil by tomorrow, so he told Tang Shaowu, "I'll buy you a new one when you're better." He then quickly finished the cake.

After the two finished their meal, Tang Shaowu washed up and then went back to work.

Su Weile tried to stop him, but Tang Shaowu ignored her. So she simply let him be.

He prepared water for him and placed it on the table next to him. Then he sat down in the chair next to him and started playing on his phone again.

Even as dawn was breaking, Tang Shaowu showed no sign of resting, his hands flying across the keyboard.

Su Weile felt sleepy again. "Young Master Tang, I don't think your concussion is my fault. It's probably just because you're exhausted. You're Xue Bing's superior, so you're the general manager? Do you really need to have so much work? Can't you just rest properly?"

Tang Shaowu didn't even look up, and said in a cold tone, "If you're sleepy, go to bed in the room and don't talk nonsense here."

Su Weile simply couldn't resist the bed's allure.

After thinking for a moment, I said, "Then I'll really go? Be sure to call me if anything happens."

Su Weile staggered into the suite, and as soon as she touched the bed, she let out a long, comfortable sigh and immediately fell asleep.

I slept so well! If I hadn't been woken up by the arguing this morning, it would have been a perfect sleep.

Su Weile's peaceful sleep was ruthlessly interrupted by a woman's shouting and several sharp scratches on the door.

Su Weile groggily got up, and the first thing he wanted to do was go out and check on Tang Shaowu. But before he could even leave, a woman rushed in through the door like a gust of wind. Su Weile instinctively took a step back.

Then a bodyguard's voice came from the doorway, "I'm sorry, young master, we didn't expect her to suddenly rush in."