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After taking the photos, Fang Hui directly completed the discharge procedures and prepared to go out for a meal with Xiao Yang.
Wei Zheng held a box of almond cookies in his hand and handed it to Xiao Yang. "I was wrong yesterday for not clarifying the matter about the ring, which led to your misunderstanding."
"I brought this back from abroad just to apologize to you."
Xiao Yang shook his head. "No need."
Fang Hui pouted playfully, "He’s apologizing to you, and you’re not even grateful?"
"It’s just a ring, right? He went through all that trouble to bring you cookies, so just accept them."
Xiao Yang reluctantly took the cookies and forced himself to take a bite. Instantly, his face broke out in hives.
He quickly tossed the cookie aside and pulled out his phone to check the allergic reaction in the mirror.
Fang Hui noticed the rash on his face and scolded, "You’re allergic to almonds; why did you eat them anyway?"
"The wedding is tomorrow. How am I supposed to introduce you to my relatives looking like this?"
Xiao Yang replied calmly, "If that's the case, then we don't need to have the wedding tomorrow."
"Xiao Yang, how can you say something like that?"
"I never said I wanted to marry you; that was all your own wishful thinking."
Fang Hui was taken aback, stomping her foot in frustration. "I don’t care; you have to come with me!"
"You can marry whoever you want; just don’t bother me," Xiao Yang said without looking back as he walked ahead.
"Xiao Yang!" Fang Hui stomped her foot again, got into her car, and chased after him.
When they arrived at the private room, Wei Zheng was exceptionally attentive. He even brought a gift for Fang Hui, making her very happy.
Fang Hui's mother expressed her dissatisfaction with Xiao Yang's attire: "Xiao Yang, why don’t you learn from Dr. Wei?"
"Look at what you're wearing; you look like a country bumpkin."
Wei Zheng chimed in, "Mr. Xiao, your sense of aesthetics really needs some improvement."
"That's right, Xiao Yang, you should learn from Wei Zheng," Fang Hui chimed in.
Xiao Yang looked at the three of them united against him, feeling like an outsider. He tugged at the corner of his mouth but remained silent.
At the dining table, Wei Zheng was charming and had Fang Hui laughing heartily. Fang Hui's mother also praised Wei Zheng endlessly. Meanwhile, Xiao Yang sat in the corner, feeling out of place.
He found an excuse and left the private room.
Fang Hui chased after him, "Xiao Yang, how can you be so rude?"
"Rude?" Xiao Yang scoffed. "You three ganged up on me and didn't even let me eat my fill. Is this your idea of hospitality?"
Fang Hui paused for a moment, "What hospitality? You're my fiancé; of course, you should stay."
"Then let's break up."
"Xiao Yang, can you stop making a scene?" Fang Hui's tone carried a hint of impatience. "The wedding is tomorrow; do you want me to become the laughingstock of the city by saying we should break up now?"
"If we have to break up, then there's no need for tomorrow's wedding," Xiao Yang said as he turned to walk back.
"Xiao Yang, stop!"
Xiao Yang didn't look back. He had just taken two steps when everything suddenly went dark. He stood still, not turning around. He knew Fang Hui was standing right behind him.
When Xiao Yang woke up, he found himself lying in a hospital bed. He hurriedly sat up and yanked out the IV needle from his hand, wanting to leave.
The nurse rushed in and quickly stopped him, saying, "Don't move around. Your allergies are severe, and you need to rest."
Xiao Yang's gaze fell on the bag of medication on the bedside table, and his expression dimmed. The allergy medication prescribed by the doctor had already expired. Even Fang Hui's love for him had long since passed its expiration date.
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