I'll Wipe It Off for You

Qin Fen laughed at Zhang Ye's ferocious expression. So I fucking set you up. You really think I'm made of clay? Just because I'm easygoing doesn't mean I'm some gentle rabbit. Even rabbits bite when they're cornered. You don't like me? Well, I don't think much of you either.

"Don't talk nonsense! When did I ever get a wife? Miss, don't listen to his bullshit." Zhang Ye hurriedly explained. The young nurse was quite pretty, and he had taken a liking to her at first sight. Over the past two days, he had been trying to get close to her whenever he could. Who would have thought that Qin Fen would be so vicious, cutting the ground out from under him?

"Ow, ow! Miss, be gentler! Ah, it's leaking, it's leaking! It's swelling up!" Zhang Ye looked gloomily at the swelling on the back of his hand.

"Who told you to keep moving around? I have to do it again." With that, the nurse pulled out the needle and jabbed it back in hard. You bastard. You're married and still trying to fool around everywhere.

"Easy, easy!" Zhang Ye looked at the back of his hand, now so full of needle marks that he did not even know where to begin complaining.

"I was very gentle. You're a grown man, yet you screamed louder than a child." The nurse picked up the tray and walked out without even looking at him.

As she passed Qin Fen at the door, she muttered, "Thanks, handsome. If it weren't for you, I would've been fooled. Trash like him deserves to be taught a lesson."

The room was rather large, and Zhang Ye did not hear her clearly, but even an idiot could tell that he was finished. The way she looked at him was filled with contempt.

Damn it, Qin Fen, you're ruthless. Zhang Ye's face turned red as he panted, utterly disgusted by the sight of Qin Fen. He had indeed been targeting Qin Fen at every turn, but Zhang Ye, the smiling tiger, had always done so subtly. He was not some brainless hothead. As long as he buried Qin Fen under work, no one could say a word against him.

Qin Fen was a chef Sun Yating had specifically brought in, but Zhang Ye himself had contracted the kitchen, so he naturally felt threatened. That was why he disliked Qin Fen. And now that he had seen how sharp the kid's knife skills were, he felt even more danger. He was afraid Sun Yating would replace him.

Qin Fen had practically come here to ruin his operation. His apprentice's failure and Qin Fen stealing the spotlight had finally caused all the resentment Zhang Ye had bottled up to explode. Now, he had branded Qin Fen as an enemy. When one roamed the world, how could one avoid getting cut? Keeping a low profile did not mean a car would not run you over.

"Fine, Qin Fen. You've got guts. The mountains may not turn, but the rivers will meet." Zhang Ye glared at him fiercely. There were no acquaintances around anyway, so he was not afraid of tearing off the mask.

"Don't. Look, your face is all red. What if your blood pressure rises? How about I leave first, then you can keep getting angry?" Qin Fen slipped away after saying that.

I leave first, then you get angry? Screw you, Qin Fen! Zhang Ye felt something clog in his chest and nearly spat out blood. Yet Qin Fen's words were like a bucket of ice water poured over him. Right, he could not get angry. Relax. Relax. Deep breaths.

The more he thought about it, the stranger those words sounded. They seemed like concern for his health, but damn it, where was the warmth in them? This guy was too fucking infuriating.

"Qin Fen, you bastard! I'm not done with you! Just you wait!" Zhang Ye finally exploded, roaring through the quiet hospital room.

"What are you shouting for? Aren't you afraid of disturbing the rooms next door? He came to visit you out of kindness and even brought a message from your wife. Why are you so petty? Watch out, or your blood pressure will spike again."

The nurse had come in with Zhang Ye's medicine and immediately heard his roar. She was furious too. What kind of person was he?

Fuck you, Qin Fen. Zhang Ye had swallowed this silent loss whole and was on the verge of tears. Miss, I really don't have a wife. Unfortunately, she had already formed her first impression. Even if he grew a hundred mouths, he would not be able to explain himself.

After leaving Zhang Ye's room, Qin Fen took the elevator downstairs. Thinking of Zhang Ye's aggrieved expression made him laugh. Serves you right for targeting me. Making one person do the work of five and guarding against me like I'm some thief. If you don't court death, you won't die. You brought this on yourself. Qin Fen had never intended to steal Zhang Ye's spotlight. After having his fun, he planned to transition out and leave. Being a chef was not his dream.

He took out his phone, intending to see whether there was any movement in the Heavenly Court so he could find a project to work on. With his head lowered over the screen, he walked outside. The moment he exited the main doors, a wave of heat hit him head-on.

Sun Yujie had hurriedly tested that piece of root the previous night, and the result had nearly made her jaw drop. It was over five hundred years old. No wonder it was so potent. It was practically turning into a spirit. With old ginseng, age was not everything; the key was the number of rootlets. The more rootlets it had, the better the effects. It could boost immunity, and as for its other benefits, there were many. In any case, it was good stuff.

So early that morning, she had returned home and brought it to Uncle Song. After the family doctor tested it and confirmed that it was safe, they gave him a small amount. The effect completely overturned her understanding. The family doctor's eyes had nearly popped out. The old man, who had been unable to walk, could actually take a few steps now. His appetite had improved too, and he wanted to eat.

They had been scared senseless. She had returned now to retrieve his medical records. The specialists from the capital would be arriving soon to conduct another consultation.

Both of them were in such a rush that they had lost their bearings. They casually bought some breakfast, one lowering her head to drink soy milk, the other lowering his head to look at his phone, and then—bang—they collided.

Qin Fen abruptly looked up and saw a face that seemed familiar yet strange. To put it simply, if Sun Yating was a seductive demon, then Sun Yujie was something of a fox spirit. She had an oval face, a slender waist, a figure similar to her sister's, and about the same height. The greatest difference between the two was their temperament.

Sun Yating was bewitching; Sun Yujie was alluring.

He froze for a moment at her appearance, then heard a cry.

Sun Yujie's soy milk tipped over and poured down her clothes.

She was wearing a white coat, and Qin Fen could see it clearly. The soy milk flowed down from her elbow.

Seeing that he had bumped into someone—a beautiful woman, and a doctor at that—and gotten her wet, Qin Fen did not think before instinctively reaching out. He pressed his hand against the wet spot and wiped downward with his palm.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," Qin Fen said awkwardly.

Sun Yujie had not reacted yet. She was about to reply when she suddenly felt something tighten.

Sun Yujie was dumbfounded. What was going on? Why had he started touching her while talking?

She immediately shrieked, "Ah!" Her hand shook again, and more soy milk spilled down.

Qin Fen took one look and thought, Damn it. "Sorry, I'll wipe it off for you," he said awkwardly, his face reddening as he immediately raised his hand again and moved it downward.

"You're doing it again?" Sun Yujie's expression turned ugly. She immediately stepped back. "What are you doing?"

Qin Fen did not seem to hear her. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to."

Seeing Qin Fen's anxious expression, Sun Yujie did not want to keep arguing. She had too much to do, and he really had not done it on purpose. She herself had not been watching where she was going either. After glaring at him fiercely, she turned around.

Qin Fen smiled awkwardly, wiped the soy milk from his hand, and got on his little scooter.

After walking a few steps, Sun Yujie turned back, wanting to get another look at that bastard. Then she froze. That familiar silhouette, that familiar little scooter. "Th-this is Conan?" For a moment, she stared blankly at his departing back, completely stunned.