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

Today's lunch was clearly a portion for two people, which Su Weile assumed was for Tang Shaowu and Uncle Xu.

He helped Uncle Xu set out the table and said, "Uncle, please sit down first. I'll go and bring Young Master Tang over to eat."

Old Xu seemed still in shock, and after a moment's hesitation, he said, "Oh, no need, you guys can eat together later. I brought you food today. I'll just eat in the next room."

Su Weile smiled at Old Xu and said, "Uncle, you even brought me food! I'm so embarrassed. I should buy you food, but I'm not quite sure about Tang Shao's tastes; he seems to be quite picky."

Old Xu laughed and said, "Young Master Tang doesn't really like takeout, so don't bother."

Su Weile still felt a little uncomfortable, feeling that what she had done was a bit inconsiderate. She had put the other person in the hospital and then made them buy their own food.

"Uncle, which restaurant does Tang Shao often eat at? I don't see a logo."

Old Xu went straight to help Tang Shaowu with his wheelchair, and said with a smile, "This is a private restaurant, we don't really take other orders."

Su Weile laughed and said, "Jinhai is really different; they even have restaurants that are afraid of making too much money!"

After Tang Shaowu and Su Weile were seated, Uncle Xu quietly left the room. As he closed the door, he glanced back and saw Su Weile placing a bottle of water next to Tang Shaowu, thoughtfully loosening the cap.

Uncle Xu looked at the young master who had been alone for so many years and suddenly became able to tolerate others eating with him, and felt a strange sense of emotion.

The moment the ward door closed, Tang Shaowu looked up and said coldly, "I don't like to talk while I'm eating, and I don't like others talking while I'm eating."

Su Weile raised an eyebrow and said, "Hey, what a coincidence. I really like to talk while I'm eating, Young Master Tang, what do you think we should do?"

Tang Shaowu glanced coldly at Su Weile, said nothing, and picked up his chopsticks to start eating.

Su Weile chuckled and then picked up her chopsticks. "So, let's each compromise. I don't mind that you're quiet, and you shouldn't mind that I'm talkative. We're a good match, one quiet and one active, so we complement each other perfectly. We won't mind each other. That way, we can have fun together from now on."

Tang Shaowu continued eating quietly, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Su Weile ate while observing the person opposite her, and occasionally made small talk.

Actually, Su Weile isn't usually a talkative person during meals; she just wanted to tease Tang Shaowu, since he was so unhappy that morning.

Watching Tang Shaowu eat quietly, Su Weile thought to herself: "This is what a young nobleman looks like. Even his eating is so elegant. Should I learn from him?"

Su Weile is the kind of person who talks a lot but actually doesn't eat much. He's had a small appetite since he was little, which worried his grandparents a lot, but he just couldn't eat much. He, however, ate a lot of snacks, especially sweets. His father often said that this was the reason for his small appetite.

Su Weile looked at the dishes on the table, her eyes still yearning to eat, but her stomach was already full. She couldn't help but exclaim, "My goodness, their food is absolutely delicious!"

Tang Shaowu glanced at his rice silently, having only eaten a quarter of it.

After dinner, Su Weile insisted on pushing Tang Shaowu outside for a stroll, without giving him any reason to comply.

As he cleared away the food, he said, "Young Master Tang, I'll take you for a walk in a little while; the weather is especially nice outside today."

Tang Shaowu: "I don't want to go out."

Su Weile said, "No, you can't stay indoors all the time. You'll get damp, which is bad for your health."

Tang Shaowu: "Even if you lack knowledge, you should at least have some common sense. Where did you get that theory that people get damp if they don't go outside?"

Su Weile: "My grandma taught me this: 'Those who don't listen to their elders will suffer the consequences.' Come on, hey, wait a minute, I'll put a blanket on your legs."

And so, fearing Tang Shaowu might get sick again, Su Weile, like a whirlwind, pushed Tang Shaowu out for a walk. Looking at the time, thinking Tang Shaowu and Su Weile should have finished eating, Old Xu, who came to tidy up, was once again shocked by the empty ward.

Behind Jinhai City General Hospital, there is a large area that serves as an activity space, like a park. Whenever the weather is nice, many patients come here to get some fresh air or do some rehabilitation exercises.

On the path through the lawn, a striking young man was pushing a wheelchair, chatting happily. Seated in the wheelchair was a handsome man with a commanding presence. The man's expression was indifferent, his face devoid of a smile, creating a strong sense of distance for those around him. The contrast between the two—one cold, one warm—was stark, drawing admiring glances from those around them.

After walking around for a while, Su Weile looked at Tang Shaowu, who hadn't said much, walked to the wheelchair, and squatted down.

Tang Shaowu watched as the handsome boy squatted down in his line of sight, a bright smile on his face, seemingly unaware of the wickedness in people's hearts. "Young Master Tang, do you have a headache? Or are you feeling unwell?"

Su Weile saw that Tang Shaowu didn't seem inclined to answer. She sighed resignedly, "Do you charge money for talking? These words are way too precious!"

Looking at Tang Shaowu's face, Su Weile continued, "You must have a headache; you don't even have a nice smile on your face anymore."

As she spoke, she came up behind Tang Shaowu again, but instead of pushing the wheelchair, she gently supported Tang Shaowu's neck with one hand and massaged his neck with moderate pressure along the back of his neck and cervical spine, until she reached the very top where the neck and head meet, about two centimeters from the ends of his hair, and began to press firmly.

"This is the Fengchi acupoint. How does it feel? Does it feel good to press here?"

Tang Shaowu felt Su Weile's fingers repeatedly pressing on the back of his neck, the fingertips gentle yet firm.

Su Weile was used to talking to himself without a response, because he himself didn't like to talk when he was sick and feeling unwell.

"Since you have a concussion, I'm hesitant to press your head directly, so I'll just press these acupoints. I'll massage your temples later."

Tang Shaowu rarely spoke, but said, "No need, this is fine as it is."

Today is such a beautiful day, with warm sunshine and a gentle breeze, making it especially comfortable.

"Su Weile"

"Um?"

"Are you this nice to everyone?"