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Dong Fei felt as if she had been questioned into a daze, shrinking into herself like a guilty little thief coveting someone else’s treasure, unable to utter a word beneath the man’s overflowing, teasing gaze.

“Senior!” This voice belonged to Zhang Momo again, but now she hummed coquettishly, nestling up to the handsome man. “You only have a year left in your doctorate, and you came back to take care of me. What if this delays your studies?” She pouted with a mix of guilt and pride, her bright eyes brimming with affection.

The man seemed surprised for a moment, but quickly recovered and played along, replying softly, “It’s fine. For you, what does school matter?” His tone was sweet, as if placating a child.

Dong Fei snapped out of her stupor, recalling that Momo’s so-called “ex-boyfriend” from her studies in England had the surname Lou, and had visited the company twice, yet looked nothing like this man! Still caught in confusion, her dumbfounded expression was caught by the man, who raised an eyebrow and winked at her. That playful glance seemed to soothe her bewildered heart, and Dong Fei’s cheeks flushed crimson once more.

“You’re so good to me!” Zhang Momo lowered her head shyly, unable to hide the joy at the corners of her lips. But suddenly, as if remembering something, she looked up, genuine worry clouding her features. “What about your medical doctorate? You haven’t finished your degree yet!”

“It’s all right,” the man reassured her, his long fingers gently tapping the pristine apple with his fork, a smile dancing on his lips, “I... I won’t be a doctor anymore. That’s right, I won’t. There’s no future in it. I’m in business now.”

Zhang Momo’s face fell, full of regret and apology. “Senior…” Her gentle affection was so overwhelming that even Dong Fei, standing at the door, got goosebumps. When she glanced at the man, he appeared utterly at ease, his gaze lingering on Zhang Momo with such tender affection that it could rot one’s teeth with sweetness.

“No matter what you decide, I’ll support you!” Zhang Momo declared resolutely, her chin lifted in determination. But as she looked up, she caught sight of Dong Fei, still standing in the doorway like a wooden stake.

“Hey, you, why are you still staring? Don’t have any wicked thoughts—stealing someone else’s boyfriend is immoral! Don’t keep looking at… at…”

“Song Jiakai,” the man interjected, unable to suppress a flirtatious smile as he cast warmth all around.

“Yes, don’t keep looking at Song Jiakai! He’s my senior, my boyfriend!”

Dong Fei’s face crumpled with grievance, nearly in tears. At that moment, Zhang Nianqing finally stood up from the window. “Momo, Dong Fei is your company’s employee, she’s here to see you.”

“Employee?” Zhang Momo glanced left and right for a while before reluctantly accepting this stranger’s identity. Suddenly, she spotted Xiang Zuo sitting on the sofa and instantly looked him up and down with disdain. “Sister, who is this man? Why’s he in my hospital room? He looks so grim, as if someone owes him a fortune…”

With a loud bang, a teacup was slammed down on the side table. Xiang Zuo shot up from the sofa, his brows knitted in silence, then stormed out the door without a word!

Song Jiakai still hadn’t figured out how, by randomly bumping into someone on the street, he’d ended up with a “girlfriend by accident.”

He’d been happily driving his brand-new Lamborghini for a spin beyond the Fourth Ring Road, but barely made it past the First Ring before a “cosmic meteorite” descended from the heavens without warning! Never mind how bizarre and abrupt the whole thing was, or whether his beloved new car had suffered any damage—for having hit someone, he had a social responsibility to check on them! Especially since that someone turned out to be Xiang Zuo’s sister-in-law!

There were business ties between Shenglian and their own Hangyuan; and in this city, everyone crossed paths sooner or later. Who could have guessed that upon entering the room, he’d be greeted by a melodious “Senior” and a patient gazing at him with rapt adoration? He’d heard of people losing their memories and forgetting their boyfriends after an accident, but mistaking someone else for their boyfriend?

Still lost in confusion, he caught Xiang Zuo’s pained expression—like he’d swallowed a whole egg—and then saw the beautiful, injured girl in the hospital bed. Instinct took over before reason, and he accepted the “noble duty” thrust upon him!

It was, without doubt, a wise decision! Not to mention how satisfying it was to see the aloof, arrogant Xiang Zuo—usually so indifferent thanks to his wealth—reduced to helpless, ice-cold discomfort. And as for this girl, she was truly a delight.

With every “Senior” and “I missed you,” her pitifully lovely face and lilting voice made even him waver. Never mind her talk of “studying in England” or “medical doctorate”—whatever she said, he’d go along with! The more he listened, the more he enjoyed it…

Lost in these thoughts, Song Jiakai suddenly leapt up from behind his desk. No wonder something had felt off these past few days—he’d forgotten the joys of playing the leading man in a beauty’s drama! Hurriedly, he rushed to the Military General Hospital, taking the stairs two at a time, and pushed open the hospital room door.

But all his soaring anticipation was doused with a bucket of cold water—the room already had a man sitting by Zhang Momo’s bedside. Wearing scholarly glasses, the fellow was awkwardly tugging at the patient’s sleeve, at a complete loss for words.