Because he had lost control after drinking last night, Si You was especially restrained when they went to bed tonight. He only kissed Jiang Tingxu lightly for half an hour before turning over and drifting off to sleep.
Jiang, the Movie Emperor, stared at the ceiling in utter despair. If this wasn't self-inflicted suffering, what was?
The next day, they got up at seven, got ready, and went to the hospital. The examination went smoothly. After more than an hour of fussing around, the doctor held Jiang Tingxu's report and said, "Your recovery is good. The CT scan shows everything is normal."
Jiang Tingxu felt reassured. "But I still need to rest and recover, right?"
"That's right," the doctor said. "Drink less alcohol and keep regular hours."
Si You stood beside them, unable to get a word in.
He had had his blood drawn on an empty stomach, and by the time they left the hospital, Si You was starving. Jiang Tingxu took him for soup dumplings and shrimp dumplings, along with a rich bowl of seafood congee. It was heavenly.
Si You did not have to shoot the commercial until the afternoon, so after breakfast, Jiang Tingxu invited him to visit his studio. Ninghe Media, invested in under Jiang Corporation's name, kept a low profile but had plenty of money. Jiang Tingxu had an entire floor to himself, with a private studio connected to a lounge area, as well as an outdoor terrace. Someone had clearly maintained it well; it was lush and green at a glance, brimming with life, with lounge chairs and tables arranged around it.
They had only just made their relationship official. Like every couple in the throes of new love, they wanted to see each other every moment of the day.
But Sister Chen