Having finished his work matters early, Chen Yao did not return to Shanghai but lingered in Beijing to observe Liang Yingning's life.
Zhou Luchen could easily see through Chen Yao's little scheme.
But he had no time to discuss it with Chen Yao.
Chen Yao admitted, "I can't let go. That guy from the Xie family doesn't even cut her any slack when they're horse riding. She cares so much about winning; if she wins once, she can boast about it for days."
"That's none of my business." Zhou Luchen glanced at the wristwatch beneath his sleeve, stood up, and left.
Chen Yao pushed aside the bedding and complained at Zhou Luchen's departing figure, "Why are you leaving again?"
Zhou Luchen replied icily, "To sleep with you?"
Once he left, the hospital room felt empty and desolate, plunging Chen Yao into complete dejection.
Having received anesthetic for the suturing surgery, Chen Yao felt nothing, letting the doctors stitch him up as they pleased.
