Chapter 67: Fang Qing Invites Lu Jiangting to Stay Overnight

Lu Jiangting felt overwhelmed.

He never expected that the comforting words he said to his mother would be taken seriously and spread widely.

Now, the misunderstanding between him and Yuyao had grown even larger.

How was he supposed to win Yuyao back in this lifetime?

Angrily, Lu Jiangting left and thought about calling his parents.

But then he reconsidered; those words were meant to comfort his parents.

If he explained, wouldn’t that just make them worry more?

Getting scolded while also increasing their worries would be counterproductive.

Forget it; he would leave it as it is for now and explain once he won Yuyao back.

“It’s getting late; I’ll be leaving now.”

“Hey, wait.”

Lu Jiangting: “Is there something else?”

“It’s not that. I just thought it was so late that there might not be any transportation left. How are you getting back?”

Lu Jiangting: … He had planned to chat with Yuyao for a bit and then head home, hoping to catch the last bus.

Now… it seemed there really wasn’t any transportation left.

Taking a taxi back would be expensive, and he didn’t have much money on him.

Fang Qing kindly said, “Why don’t you stay here for the night?”

Lu Jiangting immediately shook his head in refusal, “No, there are already so many misunderstandings between me and Yuyao. If she finds out I stayed here, who knows what she’ll think?”

Fang Qing replied, “Why would she think anything bad? Jiangting, you’re just being considerate because of Jianjun. You’ve been kind to both me and Chen Chen. There’s nothing wrong with that. If you purposely avoid staying here, it makes it seem like there’s more to it.”

Lu Jiangting frowned, feeling quite annoyed by these matters.

He had told Yuyao many times that he only liked her and that his heart was only for her. He could never have anything with Fang Qing, so why couldn’t she believe him?

Fang Qing was several years older than him, and her child was already this big. How could he possibly have feelings for her?

What she said made sense, though. Avoiding suspicion might give the impression that there was something between them.

At that moment, Fang Qing noticed his hesitation and added, “Just sleep in the small living room; I’ll take Chen Chen into the bedroom. You can leave at dawn; it’ll be fine.”

Considering that there really was no transportation and he was reluctant to spend on a taxi, he eventually agreed.

“Alright, big sister. Thank you for your hospitality.”

Yes, that’s right; she’s his big sister.

…

Fu Huayi felt relieved only after Lin Yuyao returned home.

He had seen Lu Jiangting loitering on the way home, knowing he was there to confront Yuyao.

He hid in the shadows, thinking that if Lu Jiangting dared to pester her, he would go up and knock him out.

Fortunately, the guy seemed to have some sense. Although he had followed Yuyao for a while, he didn’t stop her.

When he heard the door on the fifth floor open and close, he returned to his apartment on the fourth floor.

After taking off his clothes, he turned on the fan to dispel the summer heat.

Fu Huayi glanced down and saw the watermelon rind he had discarded in the trash can, attracting quite a few mosquitoes.

He stood up to grab his clothes but hesitated, feeling disgusted, and tossed them back.

Grabbing the trash can, he planned to head downstairs to take out the garbage.

At this hour, being shirtless should be fine.

As soon as he stepped outside, he ran into Lin Yuyao, who was coming down from the fifth floor with a trash can.

Fu Huayi felt his brain short-circuit; his limbs felt paralyzed as he froze in place.

In the sweltering heat, it was quite normal for a man to be shirtless.

But the person in front of him was Lin Yuyao, and he felt a wave of shame wash over him, wanting to dig a hole and hide.

“Brother Fu, are you taking out the trash?”

Usually, Fu Huayi was neatly dressed when she saw him, and this was the first time she saw him like this.

Lin Yuyao felt a bit awkward at first.

But then she thought there were plenty of older men downstairs strolling around shirtless with fans. It didn’t seem like a big deal for men to go half-naked at this time.

She quickly adjusted her mindset and relaxed.

“I’ll help you.”

Yes, that’s the right thing to say.

Last time, he had helped her take out the trash.

Fu Huayi dazedly handed over the trash can.

After Lin Yuyao took it, she held one trash can and headed downstairs.

Fu Huayi stood at the door for a moment. When he heard someone coming up the stairs, he hurried back inside, quickly picking up the shirt he had carelessly thrown in the bin.

This time, he didn’t mind the shirt; he just put it on.

Just as he finished putting it on, Lin Yuyao returned.

“Brother Fu, here’s your trash can back.”

“Mm, thank you.”

Huh?

Lin Yuyao noticed that his face was unusually red.

“Are you okay, Brother Fu?”

Fu Huayi touched his face and said, “I’m fine; it’s just… the fan gave me a chill, and I have a slight fever.”

No wonder he looked so scary with that redness.

“It’s hot, so you shouldn’t sit in front of the fan, especially right after sweating. When your pores open and then the fan blows, the sweat cools instantly, making it easy to catch a cold.”

Fu Huayi nodded repeatedly, “Right.”

“It’s best to set a timer for the fan or use the oscillation mode; otherwise, it’s easy to get sick.”

“Right, right.” Fu Huayi earnestly agreed, feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness.

She was closing…

“Xiao Lin is quite experienced in life. As a big man, I tend to be careless and often get sick.”

Huh?

Lin Yuyao asked in surprise, “Do you get sick often?”

Fu Huayi: …

“If you get sick frequently, you should find a reliable hospital for a check-up, or see a traditional Chinese doctor to help boost your immunity. At your age, you shouldn’t be getting sick often.”

Fu Huayi felt embarrassed and flustered.

Was she doubting his health?

“No, it’s just that I caught a cold from the fan, and I’ll be fine soon.”

Lin Yuyao didn’t argue; she thought that in this hot weather, someone like him, who was in the military, should be healthier than the average person. Even if he sat in front of a fan, he shouldn’t get sick so easily.

Looking at his flushed face… wait, it seemed to have turned pale again?

“Oh, I see. Have you gotten any medicine?”

He didn’t have any medicine at home; what if she wanted to check on him?

Fu Huayi could only say, “I had an IV drip this afternoon.”

Huh?

He had an IV drip again?

“It’s best to take medicine. If you can avoid IVs, do so; too many drips can weaken your immunity.”

No wonder he got sick often; he wouldn’t be the type to get a slight cold and immediately get an IV, would he?

Fu Huayi took a deep breath and quickly nodded, “Yes, I’ll be more careful in the future.”

Today, he had talked to her a lot, feeling both happy and melancholic.

He was happy that they had spoken so much and that she seemed to care about him.

But he felt melancholic because she misunderstood, thinking he was in poor health.

Was his health really that bad?

Aside from that one time he had pretended to be sick, he hadn’t been ill for many years.

…

To save money, Lin Yuyao usually cooked for herself in the mornings.

She woke up around six, tidied up the house, washed what needed washing, and prepared breakfast.

Today, she steamed a couple of extra buns, took out a container, and packed the buns and the porridge she had made. She also took out some pickled vegetables she had prepared and used chopsticks to place some into the container.