Nightfall approached, and Wen Renxuan was hurriedly driven back home by Meng Yue.

Xiao Mengmeng, I want to eat an apple. Can you go and wash one for me?" Jiang Yiran leaned against the pillow and said pitifully.

"Okay, I'll wash it for you. Ancestor," Meng Yuanguai muttered, giving him a disdainful glance before picking up an apple and walking out.

"Ah, Mu Yan, right?" Jiang Yiran still wore his trademark indifferent smile, but with a touch of unpredictability. "How did you meet Xiaomeng?"

"In the bar."

"Really? Xiaomeng doesn't usually go to bars on her own... Wait! Could it be the costume-themed party from the other day?"

"Yes."

Jiang Yiran looked conflicted. Emotions were a thread he himself held. Honestly, he couldn't help but feel that Tang Muyan's expression when looking at Xiaomeng was a bit... Hopefully, it was just his imagination.

"Xiao Meng has always had few friends, but he is a very good person, although somewhat introverted." Jiang Yiran rarely spoke seriously, but his gaze was fixed on the window.

"I will take good care of him."

"Ah?" Jiang Yiran turned his head, thinking that he had heard things wrongly. However, before either of them could say anything else, Meng Yuegui returned.

"Darling, why don't you go back? I'll stay here with Yi Ran," Tang Muyan looked at Meng Yuegui's weary expression and felt a pang of heartache.

"I'm fine." Meng Ruigui fed an apple to Jiang Yiran and a hint of sadness passed through her eyes.

"Darling, are you suggesting that you want to sleep with me?"

"Ah? Of course not!"

"But surely, even if Yiran is seriously ill, you wouldn't necessarily have to sleep with him, right?"

"Um..." Meng Yuegui looked at Jiang Yiran, who was badly injured, then glanced at the single bed beside them.

"Tsk, I..."

"Darling, don't fret. I'll just sleep in the chair."

"Will that be comfortable?"

"It's nothing."

"Never mind, let's just make do with each other. You don't have to worry about tomorrow, I'll be there with Yiran."

"Baby~" Tang Muyan whimpered, feeling wronged.

Mengyu rolled her eyes and said, "How many times do I have to say it? Don't call me baby."

"That... should I call you little cookie? Little sweetheart? Little cutie?" Tang Muyan tilted his head and looked at him, unexpectedly acting cute.

Meng exclaimed in frustration, while Jiang calmly observed the commotion.

"How about I call you Little Sweetie? Apple Pie?" Tang Muyan propped his head up with his hand, his gaze sweeping across Meng Yuegui's smooth and fair face. "Hmm...I'll call you Sweet Milk."

"Uh... Well, alright." Meng Yu Gui reluctantly agreed, feeling that this name sounded better than "Baobei Er."

"Hey, you two. If you want to show affection, go do it somewhere else!" Jiang Yiran could no longer tolerate it and interrupted them.

"Hey! Don't speak recklessly," Meng Ruigui raised an eyebrow in response.

"Miao miao miao?"

Soon after, the two of them had taken care of Jiang Yiran's needs, and they were ready to sleep.

"Sweet milk, come here." Tang Muyan reclined on the bed, raising an eyebrow at Meng Yuegui.

Meng Yu said in his heart that he resisted the idea of going back, but he was also very tired. He said, "Hey! Turn around."

Tang Muyan sighed and obediently turned around.

"Sweet Milk, come closer to me. Be careful not to fall." Tang Muyan poked Meng Yuegui, who was curled up into a ball, feeling somewhat concerned for unknown reasons. When they had slept together yesterday, he had noticed that Sweet Milk liked sleeping in a curled up position, like a fragile baby.

Tang Muyan turned around and hugged him from behind.

"Mu Yan?"

"Go to sleep."

Tang Muyan's words seemed to have some kind of magical power. Although Meng Yuegui felt a bit uncomfortable, she didn't resist. As the night grew darker, Meng Yuegui unknowingly fell asleep...

Moonlight couldn't penetrate through the curtains, and the window near the sickbed emitted a chilling glow. Tang Muyan's eyes suddenly opened.

Tang Muyan sat up lightly and looked at the window curtain that moved on its own. His eyes gleamed with red light. After a moment, everything returned to calmness. Tang Muyan sneered. Truly a thing that dares to come out and sway around.

Tang Muyan raised a contemptuous smile and lay down, embracing the peacefully sleeping Meng Yuegui. His heart felt incredibly happy. Meng Yuegui seemed to sense the return of something that brought him peace and snuggled closer. After nuzzling against Tang Muyan's chest, he happily quieted down.

Not far away on the hospital bed, Jiang Yiran lay flat with a pair of eyes incredibly clear in the darkness. He turned his head slightly to take a glance at Tang Muyan, who had his back facing him. Jiang Yiran tightly clenched the knife in his left hand, cold sweat dripping down.

I glanced at the digits flashing a cold green light on my watch.

Tsk, it's not even dawn yet...

In the early morning, Meng Yue was awakened by Jiang Yi Ran's noise.

"Xiao Mengmeng, wake up! I'm being transferred to another hospital."

"Ah? Why?"

"You don't have to worry, someone will come pick me up."

Hearing Jiang Yiran's words, Meng Yuigui thought that it was Jiang Yiran's father's arrangement, so he stopped asking further questions and began helping him pack his things.

Meng returned to Tang Mu Yan and helped Jiang Yi Ran tidy up. A white minivan drove over.

"I'm leaving now, Xiaomeng. Take good care of yourself, okay?"

"Okay. Contact me if there's anything."

Watching the van drive away, Meng Ruigui expressed his confusion, "Mu Yan, can Yi Ran really handle being transferred to another hospital after just one day of lying down? Why would Uncle Jiang do this?"

"He must have his reasons for doing so, so rest assured."

"Um, I'm hungry. Let's go eat."

"Sure. Sweetie, what kind of milk do you want to have?"

"You call me by various endearing terms depending on your mood, and they always fit perfectly."

"Yes!"

"Hot pot? Barbecue?"

"Are you sure you want to eat these for breakfast?"

"Um... then let's go to the congee shop."

How about going to a tea restaurant? A new one just opened near my place. The shrimp dumplings are delicious, the rice noodle rolls are also tasty, and the custard buns are a specialty. The oolong tea is very authentic. I'll drive."

"Oh? Did you come here by car yesterday?"

"Uh, yeah."

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