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Long Yi nodded, opened the menu by himself, and carefully flipped through the pages. He said to the supervisor beside him, "Peking Duck, a steamed grouper, a serving of salmon sashimi, a dish of stir-fried pork neck with tea tree mushrooms, Mapo tofu, and a stir-fried lettuce. For dessert, two servings of milk stewed bird's nest, thank you!"
Misa looked at him and asked, "Long Yi, did we order too much?"
"It's fine, just eat more. I think you look a bit thin," Long Yi replied lightly, dismissing her concern.
Misa's face flushed. When he said he thought she was thin, what did that mean? It stirred a small commotion in her heart...
She recalled that sweaty first night when she gave her most precious virtue to the man she had admired for so long. Even though he called out a name that wasn't hers, Yamamoto Misa, she was willing to give him everything, even her life!
The two enjoyed their meal together. Long Yi picked up a piece of steamed fish and placed it in Misa's bowl. Misa felt incredibly happy with his gentle gesture, unaware that Long Yi ordered this dish because Wushuang loved steamed fish, especially grouper!
Peking Duck was a dish they had enjoyed during their brief stay in Beijing. He remembered how Wushuang loved to stuff it with many ingredients and then feed it to him in one bite.
Mapo tofu was also one of Wushuang's favorite foods, along with tea tree mushrooms. She had mentioned how delicious tea tree mushrooms were and how much she loved their texture and flavor...
Looking around the table, the only dish that seemed out of place was the salmon sashimi; he ordered it specifically for her in case she wasn't used to Chinese cuisine. However, Misa was completely unaware of Long Yi's intentions and remained immersed in her happiness.
Perhaps this way of interacting was the best for Misa; some things didn't need to be clarified or made explicit. Keeping them in her heart as a beautiful fantasy was also wonderful...
Yan Wushuang had been under observation in the hospital for two days. Most of her bruises had scabbed over, making movement less painful than at first.
Rafas was on his sixth day post-surgery; today he could have his stitches removed and take off the pristine white bandages. Wushuang occasionally stole glances at him over the past two days, imagining what he would look like once he recovered.
Early in the morning, Rafas could no longer bear it and immediately called for the doctor to remove the bandages from his face. After some busy preparations by the nurse, the doctor began to unwrap the bandages, revealing his bare face.
Yan Wushuang sat by the bed, staring intently at his face while Rafas's gaze lingered on her small face...
Slowly peeling away the gauze, a smooth face appeared before Yan Wushuang's eyes. Where had that deep scar gone? It was surprising how advanced modern medicine had become; even scars like the one on his face could be removed without a trace.
Rafas kept watching Wushuang's curious and delicate little face. From her expression, he could tell that his surgery had been very successful. The nurse brought over a mirror for him to see the recovery of his face.
When that long-missed face reappeared before him, he found himself feeling somewhat unaccustomed. The scar had been on his face for over three years, and now its sudden absence left him a bit astonished by his own transformation.
"Mr. Lei, your surgery went very well, but you still need to be careful for the next half month! Make sure not to let this area get injured, avoid applying anything that might cause skin allergies on your face, and it's best to stick to a light diet!" The doctor patiently explained the precautions to him.
Rafas impatiently nodded and signaled Mike to come in and quickly send everyone out; he wanted to be alone with his precious one...
Mike ushered the group of medical staff out, leaving the ward for them. Rafas eagerly sat down in front of Yan Wushuang, flashing a captivating smile and exuding a magnetic charm as he said, "Baby, do you like how I look now? Are you still afraid of me?"
A black line crossed Yan Wushuang's forehead as she awkwardly looked at him, unsure of what to say...
Indeed, compared to the excitement of that night, she had calmed down quite a bit because Xinya was right; she was already dead. Since she was no longer alive, there was no need to be so entangled with someone who had died. But what about him? What did he really think?
Rafas stared directly at her, making Wushuang feel uneasy. She pulled up the blanket to cover her face; she still hadn’t figured out how to face him!
"Baby, Shuang'er, can you say something? We've been together these past two days, but all the words you've spoken to me combined haven't exceeded ten sentences. It makes me feel really hurt—truly hurt! I can explain about Selina; I can tell you everything about the past as long as you want to hear it. I can share anything with you, but you have to acknowledge me! You can't ignore me like this or leave without saying anything, okay?" Rafas was most afraid of her current attitude; it was driving him nearly mad with worry.
Yan Wushuang remained silent under the blanket, indifferent to his outburst.
After spending a week in the hospital with the goal of removing the scar from his face to prove his sincerity to Wushuang, her continued attitude left him feeling disappointed.
"Weren't we supposed to be discharged today? Why haven't you packed your things and changed your clothes yet?" Shouyamen entered without knocking, completely disrupting Rafas's carefully laid plans.
Hearing Brother Shouya's voice was like finding a lifeline for Yan Wushuang. She got out of bed, pulling the covers aside, and with a healthy smile said to him, "Brother Shouya, I want to change clothes too, but I don't have anything to change into!"
"No clothes to change into?" Shouya shifted his gaze to Rafas, who was standing by the bed. He clearly remembered that Yezi had brought a change of clothes for Wushuang. Was this guy deliberately hiding them?
Seeing Shouya's questioning look directed at Rafas, Yan Wushuang thought for a moment. Yezi couldn't have only brought her underwear without any regular clothes; it had to be this man's doing!
Rafas felt the weight of their gazes on him and shrugged helplessly, making a call for Mike to come over.
Shouya sat down beside Wushuang's bed and showed her the scrapes on her body and the bruise on her forehead. They looked fine, and he advised her to rest a bit; in a few days, she would be okay.
"Brother Shouya, how is Xinya doing now?" She hadn't seen Xinya for two days and honestly missed her a little.
"Don't worry, she's fine. She knows you're okay now, so she started going out to practice the piano today. You don't need to worry about her!" He adjusted Wushuang's sleeves and felt relieved seeing her recovery.
Rafas stood like a statue by the bed, watching Yan Wushuang chat animatedly with Shouya, feeling a surge of anger inside him.
"Master, the clean clothes are here; you can leave anytime!" Mike walked in with a bag of clothes, confirming that it was indeed Rafas who had ordered this.
Wushuang clearly looked displeased. What was his intention in doing this? What was he thinking?
Finding her clothes in the bag, she turned and walked into the bathroom to change out of her hospital gown. As soon as Wushuang entered, Rafas glared at Shouya and said, "You little brat! Instead of focusing on your own woman, you keep hanging around my wife. What are you up to?"
Rafas was furious; he just didn't like Wushuang chatting and laughing with other men. Shuang'er could only belong to him; no one could take her away from him.
Shouya knew he would say something like that, but he didn't care. Let him say whatever he wanted...
Mike exited the room, allowing them to continue their commotion. After all, he had seen such scenes many times for the sake of the lady.
Rafas changed into his clothes in front of Shouya. The injury on the inner side of his thigh had mostly healed, leaving only a scar in that spot, while the scars on his face had disappeared.
"I've changed my clothes, let's go!" Yan Wushuang came out of the restroom and immediately called to leave. Rafas knew she would do this, which is why he changed without any hesitation.
Both of them were dressed, and the combination of handsome man and beautiful woman always attracted attention. As they left the hospital room, many people turned to look at them.
"Shuang'er, you should go back with Lefas. I have things to do and won't accompany you. Take care of yourself and don't get hurt again!" He opened the car door for her to get in, deciding not to join them and be a third wheel.
"Brother Shouya..." Wushuang reluctantly held his hand. Without him by her side, she really didn't know how to respond if Rafas acted like he did earlier.
Rafas watched Wushuang tightly holding Shouya's hand, anger flaring up. He forcefully pulled her into his embrace, breaking their joined hands, and slammed the car door shut, instructing the driver to start driving immediately.
"Ah... why are you like this? You're being unreasonable! Can't you see I'm still talking to Brother Shouya?" Wushuang angrily pushed him away. She knew he was domineering, but this was too much; he showed no respect for her at all.
He never cared about her feelings. He clearly knew that Brother Shouya had feelings for Xinya; what was he trying to prove by acting this way? Was he trying to show her a bad attitude?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Feeling wronged, she turned her head to look out at the familiar scenes outside the window as tears quietly slid down her cheeks. She tried hard to swallow her tears but couldn't; she wasn't someone who could control her emotions easily. Her feelings always showed on her face.
Rafas gave himself five seconds to calm down his emotions. Feeling guilty, he moved closer to her and gently pulled her into his embrace.
"Let go! Don't come near me!" Yan Wushuang struggled out of his hold, tears flowing in her heart. Mike, sitting in the passenger seat, listened to the lady's cries from the back of the car and silently prayed for his master.
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