TSFLIP Chapter 740

So, in a VIP luxury hospital room, Feng Guang began her first night sharing a bed with Han Chen… No, correction—sharing a room.

After being brought out of the emergency room, Han Chen fell into a deep sleep. Feng Guang pulled up a stool and sat by his bedside, staring at his quiet, peaceful face for a long, long time before finally sighing in exhaustion. She reached out and poked his cheek with her finger.
“Han Chen, oh Han Chen… you tried to trick me, huh? See? Even the heavens couldn’t stand it and decided to punish you. But really, it seems like your punishment is a bit too harsh.”

She could easily imagine—given the state he was in—if no one had been with him, or if the ambulance had been even a little late, he probably would’ve gone straight to meet the King of Hell.

“That’s what you get for not listening to the doctor. Now look at you—miserable—and you’ve stressed me out too. You’d better remember to pay me back for my emotional damages,” she grumbled, propping her head on one hand, eyelids growing heavier and heavier. “Just buy me ice cream and we’ll call it even…”

Her voice trailed off, and finally, her head tilted to one side, and she fell asleep right there on the bed.

It was already late, and after all the worry she had just gone through, her body and mind were completely drained. Once she felt reassured that he was safe, sleep quickly took hold of her.

The next morning, Feng Guang woke naturally. Opening her eyes, the first thing she noticed was the drawn bed curtains. She thought to herself that the nurses at this hospital were really considerate, not even pulling the curtains open so patients could sleep in.

But then she realized—she wasn’t lying on the edge of the bed anymore. She was lying properly on the bed itself. The fog in her brain instantly cleared, and she shot upright.

A gentle voice sounded beside her. “Good morning, Miss Xia.”

She turned her head toward the voice and froze. Sitting right next to her was a man with features so perfect he looked like he’d stepped out of a painting. Leaning against the bed with a book already several pages in, he smiled warmly at her.

And then she realized—not only were they on the same bed, but they were sharing the same blanket.

With amusement, he explained, “No need to worry. I didn’t do anything. I just didn’t want you sleeping hunched over like that. I was afraid you’d wake up sore, so I carried you onto the bed.”

“You… could carry me?” That was the part she latched onto.

He chuckled softly. “Miss Xia is very light.”

That gentle smile on his pale face made him look even more striking, and with the book in his hand, he carried an air of refinement too.

It took Feng Guang a moment to realize he was complimenting her on being light. She felt secretly pleased but forced herself to act annoyed. “Didn’t you say yesterday I was fat? That I’d end up with obesity?”

“Yesterday…” He paused, the corners of his eyes curving with a faint smile. “Miss Xia is lovely. Even if you gained a little more weight, you’d still be lovely.”

Feng Guang’s heart skipped at the warmth in his eyes. She suddenly felt this man’s soft, kind expression was simply impossible to dislike. But then another thought crept in—was this another setup? Was he plotting something against her again?

Just as she was tangled up in suspicion, the hospital room door opened. A middle-aged couple stood frozen at the doorway, staring in shock at the man and woman sitting on the bed together.

Feng Guang immediately panicked. “W-wait a second—!”

Han Chen casually lifted a hand, smoothing down the strands of her hair mussed from sleep as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Then he turned toward the doorway, smiling lightly.

“Dad, Mom, good afternoon.”