An Xin suddenly remembered where she had heard this voice before. On their wedding night, this man named Huzi had led a group of brothers to greet them. Later, he had even egged on the group to drink excessively. If it weren’t for An Xin’s hangover remedy and high alcohol tolerance, she might have been completely knocked out by this guy named Huzi.

After finishing his words, Bai Yichen turned to An Xin, ready to say his goodbyes before heading down to meet Huzi. But before he could leave, Huzi’s casual voice drifted up.

“Wait, big bro, don’t come down yet. I’ll come up instead and pay my respects to sister-in-law. It’s been so long since we’ve seen our beautiful sister-in-law. I’m here on behalf of the brothers to check in and offer my condolences.”

An Xin: “…”

What was this? Why did it sound like a leader in later generations coming to visit sick employees?

This Huzi really seemed to have the the potential to be a small leader.

Bai Yichen turned back, his gaze meeting An Xin’s. He instinctively wanted to refuse, but before he could, An Xin spoke slowly.

“Let him come up.”

Since he was representing his brothers to check in on her, she couldn’t very well reject his goodwill as a patient. As their so-called “sister-in-law,” she had to maintain the proper image.

“Alright.”

Bai Yichen agreed, and soon, steady footsteps echoed up the staircase. Within moments, Huzi appeared at the door of the hospital room, grinning broadly as he greeted An Xin, who was lying on the bed.

“Ah, sister-in-law! I heard you were sick. What happened? I bet it’s all big bro’s fault—he must’ve gone too hard at night. You were just married not long ago, and he sent you to the hospital.”

An Xin: “…”

Bai Yichen: “…”

Huzi’s words carried a playful smirk, but they left An Xin speechless with a darkened expression.

What nonsense was this? How did her hospital stay have anything to do with Bai Yichen’s nighttime antics? Was this kid giving Bai Yichen too much credit? Did she look like the kind of frail woman who could be sent to the hospital just by her husband’s efforts?

Still, Bai Yichen’s fitness was indeed impressive. At the thought, her mind involuntarily wandered to that night—his toned body, his eight-pack abs, his perfectly built waistline… truly unforgettable.

“Ah, no! Stop thinking about that!”

Realizing she had been led astray by Huzi, An Xin quickly snapped out of it. She turned to see Bai Yichen coughing awkwardly.

“Cough, cough…”

Bai Yichen covered his mouth with his hand, trying to hide the fleeting embarrassment on his face. Huzi’s words were too explicit.

What did he mean by Bai Yichen “going too hard” and putting her in the hospital? Of course, he’d love to “go hard,” especially with his soft and delicate wife, whose beauty could make any man’s heart race. But the truth was, he hadn’t even had the chance!

Clearing his throat, Bai Yichen quickly changed the subject.

“By the way, did you bring the truck over like I asked?”

He had previously instructed Huzi to drive yesterday’s truck to the hospital. Bai Yichen planned to use the truck An Xin had driven yesterday to maintain their team’s cargo capacity.

Huzi, completely oblivious to the awkward atmosphere his earlier remarks had created, patted his chest in assurance.

“Of course, big bro! The truck’s parked right outside the hospital. When have I ever let you down?”

He huffed with mock indignation. Bai Yichen had never been this naggy before. They’d driven thousands of kilometers together on supply runs up north without a single complaint or mistake. Bai Yichen had always trusted them without micromanaging.

But now? Bai Yichen had repeated the instructions for a simple trip from one side of the city to the other multiple times. Was this what marriage did to a man? It made him overly cautious and chatty!

At this point, Bai Yichen stood up and looked at An Xin. “Don’t worry, just focus on getting better. You saw it yourself—Huzi and I will be running the cargo together today. There’s nothing to worry about.”

With An Xin stepping away, the addition of two men should more than make up for her absence.

Leaning back against her hospital bed, An Xin confirmed, “So you’re taking Huzi to the depot, and the two of you will run the deliveries with the team?”

If that was the case, their team would have one more truck than usual. That was better than Bai Yichen having to return after work to help. With this arrangement, their cargo targets should be fine.

This thought eased An Xin’s worries considerably.

Huzi nodded enthusiastically.

“Exactly, sister-in-law. You just take care of yourself. Big bro brought me here specifically to help out today.”

Heavens, he had been sound asleep this morning when Bai Yichen’s call dragged him out of bed. He hadn’t even had time for breakfast. Speaking of which, as he walked into the room earlier, he thought he’d caught the scent of fried dough sticks.

Don’t ask how he recognized it—years ago, when they had just left the orphanage, Bai Yichen had made fried dough sticks for the group. It was the best thing Huzi had ever tasted—crispy and golden, melting in his mouth with a rich, savory flavor. That memory stayed with him, though Bai Yichen hadn’t made them in years.

Now, in this hospital room, he thought he smelled that familiar aroma again. Sniffing dramatically, Huzi scanned the room and spoke loudly on purpose.

“Hmm, I think I smell food. Is that… fried dough sticks?”

An Xin: “…”

Was this kid auditioning for a role? His exaggerated sniffing and searching were absurd, especially since he had already spotted the food on the windowsill. Now he was just putting on a show.

Even Bai Yichen chuckled, pointing at Huzi. “Your nose really is sharp!”

Huzi grinned, flashing his pearly whites. “Of course! Without my sharp nose, I’d be starving right now!”

He made his way to the small table by the windowsill and indeed found a plate of fried dough sticks, two hard-boiled eggs, and half a bowl of fragrant rice porridge—enough for a full breakfast.

Huzi acted as if he’d discovered treasure. “Ah-ha! Fried dough sticks and breakfast! Big bro, you’re too kind!”

Without waiting for permission, he sat down and began eating heartily.

Bai Yichen smirked. “Eat up. Your sister-in-law save that for you, just in case you showed up hungry.”

An Xin: “…”