“Hey, why aren’t you eating this great sandwich? How about giving it to me?” A voice suddenly came from behind.

Fu Shicang pulled his thoughts back and leaned against the back of the chair. “Try eating five plates in three hours. No matter how good it looks, you won’t be able to eat it.”

Wang Xiaoyu, puzzled, asked, “Why are they giving you so many? I thought your business was going well!”

Just then, two girls walked past them. One of them kept looking toward the food truck and excitedly tugged at her friend. “I was wrong. The sandwiches he makes really look better than yours, and they look delicious! Let’s go buy one and try it.”

Her friend shook her head. “I brought lunch. You go ahead, I’ll just eat mine.”

“You can eat yours anytime, but you might not get to see that handsome guy tomorrow!” The girl became even more excited. “Didn’t you see that handsome guy bought one too? Don’t you want to try the same sandwich as him?”

Her friend hesitated, glancing at Fu Shicang’s face. She turned her head, blushing, and said, “Alright then, I’ll get the one he’s having.”

The two girls walked away, and Fu Shicang’s face grew cold. Behind him, Wang Xiaoyu bent over laughing. “Hahaha, so your role here is just to advertise, huh? Your colleague has personality, I like him!”

Fu Shicang’s face darkened, and he patted his pants to stand up. “It seems you have nothing better to do. If there’s nothing important, I’ll excuse myself.”

“Hey, don’t go, don’t go!” Wang Xiaoyu chuckled, gasping for air. He was already parched and had inhaled hot air, which made his throat close up, and he could barely speak.

An iced Americano suddenly appeared on his table.

He quickly took it and gulped down a large mouthful.

The cold coffee soothed his parched throat. Wang Xiaoyu let out a sigh of relief, only then noticing a special chef’s platter from the food truck was placed in front of him.

“Dr. Wang?” The server, smiling with eyes so bright that even the mask couldn’t hide it, said, “You haven’t had lunch yet, have a bite to tide you over. You two take your time talking.”

There were still people lined up at the food truck, and An Le Yan didn’t say much. He turned and walked back.

“Ah, An… An Le Yan!” Wang Xiaoyu suddenly pointed at the back of the boy and exclaimed, “Isn’t he a cosplayer? What’s he doing here selling food?”

Fu Shicang sighed behind him.

Wang Xiaoyu looked at the sandwich in front of him and then turned to glance at Fu Shicang, finally realizing. “Oh~ He’s the guest who brought you five plates of sandwiches? Haha, I like him even more now. Wait, how did he know we know each other?”

Wang Xiaoyu was sharp and, after a brief recollection, reached a conclusion. “That day… he overheard? Is he reliable?”

Fu Shicang irritably kicked the stone tiles beneath him. “He changed my bandages the first day he came to the show, and yesterday he specially bought painkillers and waited for me to come back and take them. If he weren’t reliable, you’d be visiting me in the morgue today.”

“Tsk, was it really that dramatic? Your uncle isn’t a fool. If someone on the show harmed you, wouldn’t that just attract fans to get them to dig into him? But I’m still surprised—why is he so nice to you?”

Fu Shicang went silent for a moment before diving straight into the main topic. “How’s the investigation going?”

Wang Xiaoyu finally straightened up when it came to business. “It’s almost done. Assistant Fang says the person who stabbed you has been found, but they’re hiding in a small village and are very wary of outsiders. He’ll try to find an opportunity to bring them back.”

“As for Assistant Han, he’s keeping an eye on the company’s situation, and your people have already infiltrated the latest pharmaceutical department. They’ll report to him if there’s any news…”

“And then there’s President Li and President Zhang…”

After a dozen minutes, Wang Xiaoyu finished updating him and cheerfully summarized, “In short, with or without you, everyone is doing fine. They all say you should focus on recovering. Even without you, they can manage. Ah, I can’t take it anymore, I’m starving. Let’s eat first!”

Fu Shicang leaned back in his chair, carefully thinking over his recent plans.

The abilities of the assistants were unquestionable, but right now, every move he made was under the spotlight. The messages on his phone were also filtered by the production team, and he couldn’t communicate directly with his subordinates. That’s why he had to use this seemingly espionage-like method to exchange information.

However, the person handling the exchange was currently wolfing down a sandwich, looking far from trustworthy.

“Hey, I say,” Wang Xiaoyu began chattering again after eating some food, “This kid is not bad. Even though you’ve been treating him badly, he never complains. He’s busy running around, and he’s good-looking. Aren’t you moved at all?”

Fu Shicang chuckled lowly. “I can barely take care of myself. Do I need to drag someone else in to back me up?”

“Hey, why are you so pessimistic?” Wang Xiaoyu swallowed the last bite of the sandwich and gulped down the coffee. “Your uncle is powerful, but his side isn’t indestructible. There are always weak points. You’ve said yourself that you don’t seek trouble, but when it comes, you won’t be afraid.”

“I know all that already, no need for your parroting.”

“How can you be like this!” Wang Xiaoyu finished his coffee with a loud slurp. “What I’m saying is, revenge isn’t your whole life. You can lay plans and still enjoy life. There must be a lot of people chasing after this good kid in your variety show, right? If you don’t act soon, someone else will snatch him away, and then you’ll regret it.”

He paused and suddenly seemed to remember something. “Wait, you’re still thinking about that ‘white moonlight’ of yours, aren’t you?”

Fu Shicang frowned. “What ‘white moonlight’?”

“The one you always dreamed about when you were little,” Wang Xiaoyu immediately returned to his familiar, caring mode. “I’m curious, was that kid in your dreams really that pretty? Pretty enough that you can’t find anyone in real life who matches up?”

Fu Shicang didn’t respond to him. “Enough with the unreliable talk. Saying a few things is enough. If you keep thinking about this stuff every day, I’m really worried about the patients on your operating table.”

“Pfft, whenever we talk about this, you change the subject. I’m not a kid anymore. Your attacks don’t work on me, they just bounce right back at you. Hmph!”

Wang Xiaoyu stood up and stretched lazily. “Alright, I’m leaving. I’ve got surgery tomorrow, and a paper to write today. Ah… I need some more energy.”

He staggered toward the food truck, and just then, the last batch of office workers hurriedly made their way back to their offices. The area around the food truck finally became quiet.

An Le Yan poked his head out of the window. “Dr. Wang!”

He pulled two takeout bags from under the counter. Inside were sandwiches, neatly packaged. “They’re freshly made. Take them back and let the head nurse and others try them.”

On a scorching hot day, his hair was damp with sweat, with a few soft strands sticking to his cheek, giving him a very obedient look.

Wang Xiaoyu took the sandwich bag and was about to scan the code, but An Leyan reached out to block the payment sign on the food cart: “This is on me. Last time you were hospitalized, you caused quite a bit of trouble for me, so please thank the head nurse for me.”

Wang Xiaoyu raised an eyebrow: “Then give me a private number. Next time, I’ll treat you.”

His intention was to test him for his friend. If An Leyan was unwilling to share personal information, then it would be truly suspicious.

To his surprise, An Leyan immediately took out his phone: “Our show only gave us two external contact spots. I have one left, so I’ll add you. If they need anything, I’ll trouble you to pass the message along.”

He pulled out his phone to scan the code. Wang Xiaoyu quickly glanced at the empty contacts screen of An Leyan’s phone, which only showed the contact for “An Mom.”

As Wang Xiaoyu left with the bag, An Leyan was about to sit down when a towel suddenly flew toward him, which he quickly caught.

“Your hair’s all wet with sweat, and you don’t wipe it? Do you want to catch a cold?” Fu Shicang walked past the food cart window, rolling it down as he spoke sarcastically.

“I think you’re trying to bankrupt your investors,” came the mocking voice from outside, “Don’t sell in the afternoon, come with me to Swan Lake to rest.”

An Leyan smiled, carefully wiped his hair with the towel, changed into a fresh set of clothes, and finally walked out of the food cart.

Stopping to rest, he noticed that the weather was really nice today.

Although it was early July, Haicheng’s high temperature hadn’t fully set in. The sunlight still carried the warmth of spring, and a light breeze was blowing through the park, making it a perfect time to relax.

Fu Shicang had already reached Swan Lake, casually sitting on a stone, still holding the plate of sandwiches.

Seeing An Leyan approach, he shoved the plate into his hands and tossed him a drink: “It’s a bit dry, but at least it’s edible.”

The park in the afternoon was very quiet, with only occasional sounds of car horns in the distance. On Swan Lake, a few black swans swam together under the shade of willow trees, flapping their wings by the shore.

Fu Shicang sat quietly for a while before turning to speak: “You…”

He had intended to let the fool who had worked hard all morning take a nap, but when he turned around, he saw that An Leyan had already collapsed on the grass, asleep.

The boy had the height of an adult but curled up like a child as he slept, his black hair buried in his arm, leaving only his pale ear visible, glowing under the sunlight.

Fu Shicang sighed, took off his suit, and draped it over An Leyan before sitting back down by the lake.

The warm sun made one sleepy. In the distance, the fountain suddenly turned on, and the water shot up into the air, sparkling like starlight when touched by the sunlight, falling with the breeze.

He suddenly thought of the “white moonlight” Wang Xiaoyu had mentioned earlier.

In fact, even he himself didn’t know what this so-called “white moonlight” looked like.

It was just a dream from his youth.

During that time, he repeatedly had the same dream. In the dream, he seemed to have something to complete or someone to find, but he could never remember.

In the dream, he was stuck in darkness, unable to move. Behind him, there seemed to be the cheers of a crowd, and then, in the gradually fading vision, he saw a pair of eyes.

Those were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.

The corners of the eyes slightly curled, like brilliant flower petals, shimmering in the moonlight.

But those eyes were anxious and worried, as if, just like him, they were looking for something, chasing something.

For no reason, he was certain in his heart that the person was looking for him.

He wanted to turn around, go to that person, grab them, and tell them, “I’m here, I’m here…”

But he couldn’t move, only watching as those eyes grew farther and farther away from him.

In the final moment, those eyes were gradually swallowed by darkness, and suddenly, fireworks exploded in the sky.

The colorful light rose into the air and fell like stars, so grand and bright that it covered the moonlight that night.

At the moment the fireworks bloomed, he lost his moon.