Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

If it were in Pingjiang, Elder Tang could still go to the teahouse for tea and Chinese opera, but here, unfamiliar with life, barely any form of entertainment, bringing the bird could also provide him with some company.

“Alright…” The old man held the cage and kept examining it.

Surrounded by a crowd, Hua Mei, the bird, proudly ruffled her feathers, like a haughty empress.

“This bird is well-raised,” the old lady commented as she stood by, inspecting closely.

“This voice tells me it’s really good,” Fan Mingyu said with a smile.

…

Being praised always felt great, and Hua Mei kept squawking loudly in response.

But soon, a childish and shrill voice came from upstairs, “Daidai—”

The previously excited Hua Mei suddenly felt like withdrawing into herself!

“Daidai is here!” Jiangjiang excitedly ran to the front of the cage.

Not long after, he seemed to remember something, greeted Tang Wan, and then ran into her room to fetch Lord Wansui from the tank before letting the turtle and the bird face each other, staring in a big-eyed gaze-off.

“Lord Wansui, this is Daidai, you two are going to be good friends from now on—”

“Squeak—squeak—” Hua Mei seemed to have encountered something novel, her calls loud and clear.

Lord Wansui: Is this supposed to scare me to death!

He retracted his head, hiding inside his shell, refusing to come out.

“Don’t be shy, come out and say hello, look, Daidai likes you a lot.”

Hua Mei intently stared at Lord Wansui, calling out exceptionally jubilantly…

“Come out, you’re the host, there are guests here, you can’t just keep hiding!” Jiangjiang frowned.

It wasn’t until the old man saw this scene that he hurriedly intervened, “Take the turtle away quickly.”

“Why? Daidai clearly likes it,” Jiangjiang protested, puzzled, as Hua Mei was caged and the bird and the turtle couldn’t physically touch each other.

“Hua Mei eats turtle shells, she’s probably excited because she wants to eat him!”

Lord Wansui: Being a turtle is so tough.

He escaped the potential danger of being made into braised soup only to be targeted by a bird!

“It’s okay, Lord Wansui, don’t be afraid, I’ll protect you,” Jiangjiang laughed.

Lord Wansui: Can’t I just be a noble and peaceful turtle?

Leave me alone!

**

In a coffee shop abroad

Jiang Chengsi and a doctor found a spot to talk properly, and by the time he finished his story, the coffee in front of Jiang Chengsi had gone completely cold, the sunlight was so brilliantly blinding it was almost impossible to face.

“…That’s basically the situation. You said you’re her husband and mentioned some things to prove it. Normally, I wouldn’t speak of this, but during her hospitalization, I could tell she loved you deeply. I’ve encountered all sorts of patients over my lifetime, and she left a profound impression on me.”

“But as for her current whereabouts, I truly have no idea. I hope you can find her.”

“No matter what the outcome between you two, I hope she’ll be happy.”

…

The doctor’s tone was melancholic, perhaps recalling something as he sighed softly.

“Thank you,” Jiang Chengsi could only continue to play the role of a “scoundrel.”

“But her family is really nice. They traveled thousands of miles from abroad and stayed with her until she was discharged from the hospital…”

That probably referred to the Xie Family.

“If there’s nothing else, then I should go; I’ve got other matters,” the doctor checked his watch.

Foreign countries don’t care much for formalities, so Jiang Chengsi didn’t try to detain him or do anything else, but stood up to thank him and sent him off, his gaze deep and inscrutable…